Disclaimer: I'm just a kid, so I don't own DNAngel or Holes by Smile Empty Soul. I own these pointless plots of a chapter though.

As time progressed, everyone got used to the fact that Daisuke forgot things that happened after his fourteenth birthday. Daisuke also figured out that Satoshi only had him as a friend and he decided to try and make things as normal as before. Unluckily, his plan is unsuccessful so far. For an unknown reason to Daisuke, Satoshi always gave him a sad look in his eyes when he thought Daisuke wasn't looking. Daisuke shrugged it off, though.

'It's not like I'm suffering heartbreak.' Daisuke thought. Currently, he was at home doing his homework. But he was distracted. Again. Daisuke never had the heart to put away that strange painting of him and a violet haired teenager. Pangs of sadness came and left quickly each time he looked at it. Even stranger is that his dreams seem worse and the only consolation was the painting.

"Don't get too close to me, Daisuke. It'll only hurt you in the end. After all, I'm never going to be a permanent fixture in you life." A husky, seductive voice said.

"Strange. What was that? Nobody is in here… A memory, perhaps?" Daisuke said after a moment. Daisuke always heard voices once in a while before he snapped out of it. Sighing, Daisuke dragged himself to his bed. "I'm tired… I wonder what I'll dream of this time." Pulling the covers over his shoulder, he closed his eyes and in a few minutes, sleep overcame him.

The time when Dark was trapped in the mirror was pure agony for Daisuke. He never knew that it would be that painful for him. 'It's like my other half of my soul was ripped away from me…' Daisuke thought. The pain was there and Daisuke thought maybe distracting himself would help. Alas nothing helped. He even tried alcohol to forget the pain. If it weren't for To-to, Daisuke would surely become an alcoholic. His family was worried for him greatly but they knew they could do nothing until Dark was back.

I've been through everything I've seen
Religions and beliefs
But nothings ever really helped
I'll try, drugs until I die
Breaking others lives
until I really find myself

During the time, his parents tried stopping him and they brought Daisuke to art displays to maybe motivate him to paint his sorrows out instead of drinking it away. At first it would work, but then Daisuke remembered that Dark might steal these things and he was locked into his depression once again.

And all these people think they know
what's missing from my show
Just admit that Jesus died for me
Take your bibles and go home

Needless to say, when Dark was back, Daisuke was extremely happy and he was a jumping bundle of joy. But deep down, Daisuke knew that despite the problem being resolved, a scar would inevitably stay forever, reminding him the loneliness that would be destined for him if he continued crushing on Dark.

Daisuke created a mask, then. A mask that had a silly crush on Riku. Daisuke had gotten over his crush on Risa as soon as he set his eyes on the Phantom Thief Dark. Everyone fell for the act. Riku herself fell for Daisuke. No. Not Daisuke. It was the mask. Nobody figured out his true feelings and he didn't feel anything except friendship for Riku. Dark didn't know what triggered Daisuke's transformations. For that, he was relieved.

Soon, the façade became a type of hobby for him. Daisuke would always try acting in front of the mirror in his room whenever Dark fell asleep, thinking that Daisuke was doing his boring homework.

Cause as I'm walking through this life
I know that things aren't right
I don't know how to fill the holes I keep
Falling in along the way
No matter what they say
No one has it figured out

It figured that the one who would find out be Satoshi. He always had a mask up himself. The look of apathy. Indifference. Satoshi never asked Daisuke about it though. He knew the meaning of keeping masks. To hide things from other people. Besides, Satoshi had his own demons to take care of. Mainly Krad.

So on life went. Lies continued and hidden feelings remained. Everything seemed perfect and happy that sometimes Daisuke pretended that he didn't have an attraction towards anybody. His friendship with Satoshi was great. His 'relationship' with Riku was improving nicely. But Daisuke did sometimes feel sorry for leading her on. He thought that she would reject him and he'll just 'pine away for her' from afar.

Plans just don't work out. Dark decided to have a little date with Risa and he asked her out. Obviously, Daisuke was green with jealousy. But he couldn't do anything. That'll mess up everything. Daisuke couldn't deal with rejection from Dark. He was determined to not do anything and let Dark do as he pleased.

You act like everything is great
There's nothing out of place
I can see right through the words you spin
You're burning up within
You're tired and your thin
Your can't believe that god let you down

Ding Dong Ding

The bell rang and students rushed to their lockers to grab their things before heading home. Takeshi and Daisuke walked to their respective lockers and undid the combination. Piling his books into his locker, Daisuke made a grab for his cd player and homework. As he finished putting his homework into his backpack, Takeshi snatched his cd player out of his hands.

"Let me use this for a sec'. My dad gave me a cd that this punk left at the police station. He said that it's for youngsters only and gave it to me. Let me listen to it, okay?" Takeshi asked absently. He took out Daisuke's burned cd and handed it to him. Daisuke remembered the nostalgia feeling that he got and held the cd a bit further away than he normally would.

Takeshi nodded his head in approval of the cd and offered one side of the headphones to Daisuke. Blinking, Daisuke obliged and he was once again struck with wistfulness from music, despite different songs and bands.

And all these people think they know
what's missing from my show
Just admit that Jesus died for me
Take your bibles and go home

Daisuke smiled a bit and saying that it was great to Takeshi. "You can borrow the cd player, okay? I'm going home now. Bye." Daisuke said as he ran off without waiting for a reply. The music was giving him an urge to paint. This would be the first time he painted after his amnesia.

Opening the door and shouting, "I'm back!" Daisuke bounded up the stairs. Throwing his backpack onto the floor, he went to his closet for his painting materials again. Setting up the easel, Daisuke suddenly noticed his scars. They were still there and they seem to haunt his dreams as well. Shrugging, Daisuke closed his eyes and fell into a trance.

His feelings spilled out and the brush moved on its own course. The colors he used were red, black, blue, violet, and other colors that would seem pretty dark. Swirls of melancholy appeared on the canvas and Daisuke has yet to notice. Soon, he was done and he opened his eyes. Seeing the canvas, Daisuke thought about the meaning of misery. 'Mental or emotional unhappiness or distress. I'm not really feeling that but it came out anyway.' Daisuke decided to write some words onto the canvas to add more purpose.

Cause as I'm walking through this life
I know that things aren't right
I don't know how to fill the holes, I keep
Falling in along the way
No matter what they say
No one has it figured out

Words were ringing in his ear. He tried to see the owner of that delicate, beautiful voice, but all there is was black. Everything was black in his vision. Only he wasn't black. Who had that wonderful voice? How can he find it? The words were slowly coming into focus and Dark listened attentively. It was part of a song. A sad song. Why was the voice so sad?

And as I'm walking through this life
I know that things aren't right
I don't know how to fill holes, I keep
Falling in along the way
No matter what they say
No one has it figured out

That voice shouldn't be so sad. Dark knew. The voice was familiar, but who's was it? All Dark knew was that the voice belonged to a cheerful person, not a sad one. Slowly, colors began to replace the drowning darkness. Bright flashes of red and yellow and grey danced across his vision and he was momentarily blinded. Shutting his eyes, he felt water dripping onto his body. Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Was that rain? Once Dark felt that his eyes could stand the lights, he opened them. It was raining. Dark clouds loomed overhead, but that had nothing to do with the thoughts in Dark's head.

'I'm coming for you, whoever you are. You don't have to be so sad. Just wait for me.'

A/N: This is short and I don't know what songs to use. The ending was so sappy and predictable. I bet everyone knew that it was coming. This was Holes by Smile Empty Soul. I actually feel like this isn't a fic. It's more of one-shots combined. Aw well. Whatever.

Review please.