A/N: I was about to put this under a new story, but I decided to just put it here. It'll hold the song fics I create. Maybe, it'll just be Daisuke angsting over the loss of Dark. Or maybe (if I find good songs that changes the feelings) I'll make this into a fic instead of a one-shot. Oh yeah, this is Going Under by Evanescence.

Disclaimer: D-D-DNAngel isn't m-mine. N-neither-er is… is Going Under b-by Evanescence… D-don't sue…

'I've cried so much for you. And yet, you're still not here… What should I do to get you back, Dark?' Daisuke questioned himself. Tears fell down his face, but he didn't care. Grabbing a pocketknife that was conveniently (or inconveniently, if you care for Daisuke's health) on the floor next to him, Daisuke stared at the silver blade with a strange gleam in his eyes. Salty water dropped onto the blade, but nothing seemed to stop his trance. Quickly, as if he can't stand it any longer, Daisuke slid it down onto his wrist and slashed himself.

Now I will tell you what I've done for you
Fifty thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me

'I shouldn't do this. This is self-mutilation… I should stop…Dark can help if he was here, he saved me from danger all the time… I should stop the cutting… But can I still live without something constant?' Daisuke mused quietly. How ironic. The 'light' side of the alter egos is cutting and having suicidal tendencies. Dropping the knife onto the floor, Daisuke stared at his blood that was seeping through the cuts. Since Daisuke was directly above his wrist, his tears fell into his wound.

Finally feeling the pain of salt on cuts, Daisuke hissed and recoiled. His back hit the wooden post of his desk and something from it fell onto the floor. Holding his bloodied wrist carefully to avoid damage, Daisuke looked at the item.

It was a photo, a photo of his class going on a field trip. 'Everybody seems happy back then. Heh, maybe I'm going crazy from this endless pain. Dark isn't here to save me. I can't stop even if I tried…' Daisuke thought bemusedly.

(I'm going under)
Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once

When Dark was here, Daisuke was taunted and teased relentlessly by him. He often thought Dark was a sort of bully/best friend. Now, Daisuke was sure that Dark was his love. His soul. His other half. But it's too late. Dark is gone and nothing seems to help ease Daisuke's pain. 'Nobody understands my guilt and regret and self-hatred. How can I be so blind as to think I loved Riku?'

Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
I'm dying again

Daisuke screamed. So many emotions were hidden in it, and the sound kept ringing in his ears. It was a wonder why Daisuke's family didn't come yet. Daisuke, ignoring the still bleeding arm, took his hair into his hands and pulled. Once again, Daisuke screamed in agony. Loneliness, depression, guilt, remorse were all laced onto the screams and everything seemed too dark in the room to fit Daisuke's personality. But it wasn't like Daisuke cared. The darker it was, the happier Daisuke was.

Dark was just like how his name described him. As black as night, so seductive he was. Illusions seemed to be pasted all over him and yet no fear was brought up. Nobody can truly hate the dark.

Daisuke was lost in his screams. Everything reminded him of Dark and it just hurt so much. How can it stop? Despite the feelings it brought though, Daisuke still kept it. He doesn't want to forget Dark.

I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through

Daisuke ceased his screaming and shakily stood up. He placed his hands onto his desk to balance himself. Steering himself determinedly towards the closet, Daisuke slowly walked. He grabbed onto the side of the door and pushed it open. Sliding down so he could get some supplies, Daisuke took out paints, an easel, and a canvas.

Setting them up in the middle of the room, Daisuke started painting. The blood finally stopped coming out and it made itself a dam on Daisuke's wrist. He knew that later on he had to wash it and bandage it, but he'll save that for later.

The strokes of the brush came naturally to Daisuke and he followed his instincts and painted his soul. A picture of himself in Dark's arms came up and Daisuke gazed dreamily at it. As he finished, black dots danced across his vision. Smiling a wry smile, Daisuke glanced at the painting with a thought in his mind. 'That looks so realistic. Is it truly real? How can I still love you if you only cause me more pain?' With that, Daisuke drifted into unconsciousness.

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again

When he woke up, something inside him had changed. Nothing physical seemed to be wrong ever since Daisuke painted. The throbs of loneliness in his heart have dulled and Daisuke was confused. Wait. Why was he sad in the first place (1)? Glancing around, Daisuke's eyes landed onto the painting. Cocking his head to the side, Daisuke observed its beauty. 'It's showing a picture of peace and happiness, being with the one you love. But why does it look like it's screaming everything it's not? Like pain and loneliness?'

So go on and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe
I can't keep going under

Deciding that he can't figure out the puzzle, Daisuke slowly stood on his two feet. Everything swirled a bit before it focused again. Thinking that his mother was probably downstairs, Daisuke opened his bedroom door. In the first time in months, Daisuke was cheerful.

A/N: I'm sad for writing a depressed Daisuke again. I don't know why I suddenly made him forget. Should I make this into a song multichaptered fic? Which songs should I use? Review please.

1. Because of the torrent of sadness, Daisuke subconsciously started to block his memories. Now he forgot everything.