Ah, here we are with Dreamer! (please don't kill me!)
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel…sigh it'd be cool if I did though, wouldn't it? But I'd probably fuck it up just like I did with this story.
Oh, just so every one knows: DREAMER'S REAL LIFE DOES NOT SUCK LIKE THIS! I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCREW THINGS UP THIS BAD….cries
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"It's the demon!"
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"Shacking up with underage girls, now that's low."
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"Are you alright? That was quite a fall."
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"You have a photo shoot in an hour, get up!"
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"Huh? What's going on? Where…oh…oh shit."
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She opened her eyes to a blinding light, "Ah, my head…" was the first thought in her mind. Only several seconds later did it occur to her that this was definitely not her bed, or her dorm for that matter. She was lying in a simple bed (possibly a hospital bed?) with white sheets covering her, her entire body was in pain as she attempted to move and failed miserably.
"Hey, you're finally awake. I was getting worried for a minute there, Dreamer-chan," a voice said from beside her.
A boy's voice, to be more specific.
Dreamer slowly rolled over, "God, why does everything hurt?"
After the agonizing effort of getting on her side she was face-to-face with a blue-haired, blue-eyed boy with glasses. He wore a white shirt with red trim and was holding a giant book that looked like it weighed at least ten pounds.
She blinked several times, "I know him from somewhere…damn it, I can't remember…" She thought about it for a while, closing her eyes tightly and trying to remember why the boy looked so damn familiar.
When she reopened her eyes he was staring at her, his perfect, blue eyebrows raised in an intrigued look.
That's when it hit her.
She sat straight up in the bed, (not a smart idea, by the way) "Hey, you look just like Satoshi Hiwatari from DNAngel!" Her blonde hair was falling into her face and pain shot through her entire body but at this point she didn't care, she had figured out where she recognized the boy from and she was damn proud of herself!
"Uh, first of all: I AM Satoshi Hiwatari. Secondly: what the hell is DNAngel? And last but certainly not least: are you okay Dreamer-chan? I mean that was a pretty bad fall you took down the stairs earlier but still…" He had real concern in his eyes, the way a big brother worries about his little sister.
She blinked, "You…you're Satoshi Hiwatari…"
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"That's it! I can't take this anymore! I wish I could be sent to a different world, too! I wish you would send all of us to different worlds!"
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"Oh…" realization washed over her face.
Satoshi stood up, pushing the chair he was sitting on away from the bed, "Well, I'll go let the nurse know that you've woken up."
"Uh…Satoshi?"
He turned, "Hmm?"
Dreamer paused, looking for a way to ask him something without sounding stupid, "Uh…that is, where are we?"
There was that concerned look again, "The school infirmary," he answered. Then, under his breath, as if he didn't want her to hear, "I'm surprised you didn't recognize it, you've spent a lot of time here recently."
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They walked side by side down the sidewalk, avoiding eye-contact at all costs. Satoshi had gotten her out of the infirmary without the nurse objecting too much; he had insisted on walking her home, just in case she had a concussion and suddenly passed out in the middle of the street.
Dreamer could tell that this was far from the norm; her blue-eyed companion was stiff and didn't look at her at all as they headed toward the unknown location of her so-called home. He made a sharp turn and she quietly followed, almost afraid of saying something and breaking the silence that surrounded them.
"Okay," Satoshi suddenly stopped and turned toward her, "What's wrong?"
Dreamer's head jerked up from the ground, where she had been staring, "Uh…what? Nothing, nothing's wrong…"
The boy's brow furrowed, his bright eyes piercing hers, "We made a wrong turn five minutes ago and you didn't notice, plus you haven't been talking at all you always talk when I walk with you like a squirrel that just won't stop chattering!"
"I'm…a squirrel?"
"Shit, no, that's not what I meant!" He sighed, rubbing his temples, he glanced at his digital watched when a look of horror crossed his face. "Aw, damnit, Dreamer-chan," he whispered, "I'm sorry, I totally forgot…you know how busy I've been with work and…I know it's a horrible excuse but will you forgive me?"
"Uh…" Okay, now she was REALLY confused, "Forgive you for what?"
"You're going to make me say it, aren't you? Fine. I'm sorry I completely forgot it was your birthday, and I'm also really sorry that I can't do our traditional birthday celebration tonight but I have work and…" he trailed off.
Dreamer forced her best fake smile, still completely confused. "That's okay, Satoshi-kun! I totally forgot, too! I guess I was just kinda out of it from the fall earlier, but it's okay now! Why don't we head to my house? I bet my parents are getting a little worried!" She glanced up at the setting sun, "I wonder if my dad's home yet…"
"Dreamer-chan?" Satoshi whispered, "How hard did you hit your head earlier?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "Why?"
Jeez, there was that concerned look again!
"Dreamer-chan, your dad died two years ago."
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BEEPBEEP
"Satoshi-kun," her father lay in a hospital bed, an endless amount of IV tubes connected to his body. She stood still, hidden behind the curtain, eavesdropping on the conversation he was having with her best friend. "I need you to watch over Dreamer-chan, make sure that she's always her happy and smiling self. I need you to be there for her…never let her be sad…that is my last request of you Satoshi-kun…"
BEEPBEE-
"DADDY!" she completely forgot that she was hiding, running to her father's bed. "Daddy, please wake up! No, Daddy!" Nurses and doctors rushed into the room, forcing her and her blue-haired friend out. The entire time she cried and screamed, needing to hear her father's voice one more time.
"Died at 2:34 pm of Testicular Cancer," the doctor announced, coldly. "I am very sorry for you loss," He had said it many times before, to many different people, this was no different just another file to put away.
Satoshi held Dreamer close as she sobbed into his chest, "Don't worry, Dreamer-chan, I'm right here." It was the first time he had called her by her first name but she didn't notice, Dreamer just kept crying.
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"Daddy…?" her voice was horse; she was shaking from the sudden flashback.
"I'm so sorry, Dreamer-chan," the bluenette whispered, wrapping his strong, protective arms around her, "I didn't mean to upset you, I know how hard it is, I'll always be here I promise…"
She pulled away from him suddenly; it hurt to be touched, like she was covered in bruises or something. "Sorry, sorry, I'm okay!" a huge, obviously-fake smile plastered on her face. "I'm fine; I guess I just wasn't thinking! Well, better get home! You're gonna be late to capture Dark if I keep you and I bet mom is worried about me!" she paused, "Mom…she's alive…right?"
Satoshi nodded, confused by and oblivious to his childhood friend's sudden and totally fake mood swing. "How…did you know about Dark, Dreamer-chan?"
"Alright, then!"
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"I can't help but think that the only reason Satoshi-kun is my friend is because Daddy asked him to be…Daddy was like a father to Satoshi-kun, I think I'm more of a sister than a friend to Satoshi-kun…"
She skipped several pages of the diary. Satoshi had walked her home, and left once he knew she was alright; for the past several hours she had gone through the house that she had supposedly lived in her entire life, looking for clues to who she was. Dreamer had found her diary hidden under her socks in the dresser. "Jeez, the only person I wrote about for three straight months was Satoshi!" she muttered as she skimmed pages of the diary she had kept religiously ever since her father died.
She stopped dead, staring at a particular page in the tiny book:
"Mom hit me again today, harder than usual. I have a black-eye now, and I started bleeding…I wonder how I should explain this to Satoshi-kun?"
There was blood smeared on the page and the hand writing was shakier than usual; Dreamer screamed as a series of memories flashed through her mind.
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"Get that stupid smile off your face, you little brat!"
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"Mom! I'm sorry, I'm sorry; I promise I'll be better! No, please stop…!"
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A tall woman stormed into the room, her crystal blue eyes full of anger. "How many times have I told you to be quiet!" she screamed at Dreamer, who was curled up on the floor. Suddenly, the foot of the woman that her memories made out to be her mother met her face.
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She woke up to the sound of thunder outside her window; looking in the mirror, she saw herself beat-up and bloody. Her body was covered in bruises, some old and others brand new, dried blood ran from her mouth as if a hit to the stomach had forced her to cough it up, a huge welt was forming on her face where the first kick had landed.
Though her body burned as if being stuck with thousands of needles, she pulled herself to her feet. She noticed that she was still in the school uniform that Kittie had always called "The worst school uniform in the history of anime." And she smiled a bit at the thought of her friends. "I wonder where they are…were they transported to other worlds or was it just me?" she thought.
Opening the window and being thankful that the apartment was on the first floor, she stepped out into the storm. Deciding to let those strange things called memories take her wherever they wanted.