The Quiet Things That
No One Ever Knows
Book 1: The Phantom
Chapter One: Defining Moment
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel.
The halls of Azumano Academy were glistening as a result of a fresh polishing. Streams of light poured in through tall pane windows and pooled out upon the linoleum covered floors. Dark Mousy found the whole element rather suiting. It made him feel more like a prince strolling through a magical castle opposed to just an average student strolling through academy halls. But Dark was not an average student. He owned this school and this year was definitely going to be his year.
Tall, lean and atheletic, Dark had the type of looks that could stop any girl dead in her tracks. He had a strong chin, a beautiful face and multi-length violet locks to line it. Ask the girls at Azumano who was the cutest boy in school and Dark Mousy's name would be first to roll off every tongue. Most of them would agree that it was his eyes that drew you in the most. Elegant, wine colored orbs veiled with long, dark lashes. His stare was so intense that it would make you tremble.
Dark was a friendly guy by nature. Light hearted and charming so even all the boys loved him.
There was no doubt that it was his good looks and charisma that miraculously allowed him to slip out of any type of trouble that came his way. Instructors would often berate him about his sloppy appearance and lack of academic motivation, but Dark had a plan. Dark Mousy always had a plan.
If it was a female instructor he would simply toss on a lady killer smile and tell them how lovely they were looking that evening. His favorite line was "You're so gorgeous I almost mistook you for a student". If the educator was male than he would explain that his wily youth was just too hard to control and he was sure that his teacher could relate, considering his "golden days" in high school. Yep, that got them everytime.
Dark excelled in sports of almost every kind. He was involved in the track, swimming and soccer teams. He had time to participate in the three seeing how he wasn't doing any studying. That's right his grades were poor, expect however in his Art History and Literature classes. Dark had the body of an athlete, but he had the heart of a poet. He got so wrapped up in the history and legacy behind the great artworks of the world.
I guess you could say that the guy didn't really have a care in the world. He had no problem breezing through highschool and why should he. His family was loaded and had prestigious political status in Japan. He was pretty much set for the rest of his life. The only reason he was even attending Azumano was to follow the "Mousy legacy". But that didn't mean that Dark was ambitionless. He had plenty of dreams--just none that he cared to share with anyone.
But in every human's life there is a moment that alters his or her's existence. A moment so precious that it molds the rest of their life. For Leiji Matsumoto it was stepping onto a train bound for Tokyo, Japan that would later lead to his carrier as renowned story teller of space pirates and galaxy trains. For selfish Michelle Michaels in Arizona it was a near death experience that allowed her to find God and save a child's life.
For Dark Mousy it was the first time he laid eyes on Riku Harada.
It seemed as if the time had slowed down dramatically when the crowd before him parted to reveal a girl with chin length auburn hair and bright bronze coloured eyes. Her uniform was different making it apparent the she was a new transfer student. To make it even more obvious, she was glancing down in confusion at her newly printed schedule. She had soft grace about her, one that radiated simplistic femininity and confidence. It was the first time he had been able to tell so much from just looking at person.
His heavy steps seemed to echo loudly in his ears as he approached her, unable to indentify what it was that compelled him to do so. Maybe it was the excitement of finally seeing a new face in the drab old instutution or maybe it was something more. Either way it wouldn't be clarified until he spoke to her.
His pace quickened.
"Morning Dark!" Risa Harada flung herself onto the traveling boy.
"Ugh, morning Risa," Dark's reply was muffled under his friend's weight as he staggered back a bit.
"Have you met my cousin yet. Today is her first day."
His plum colored eyes flickered with interest. "I think I saw her early Risa. Why don't you introduce me to her?"
The girl nodded happily. "Riiikkkkuuuu."
"Ne?" the long haired girl frowned. "Where did she go?"
Dark looked equally disappointed.