Elle: Sorry about the shortness people...
Dark: Yes, why is it so short Elle?
Daisuke: Yes, do tell all.
Elle: Well, I sort of had writer's block and couldn't think of anything else to write...
Lissa: Then why did you post it?
Elle: Why did my alter-ego suddenly appear...?
Lissa: I'm here to support and give critism when needed darling.
Elle: Okay... anyways, I posted it even though it's so short because I reached my goal of 20 reviews and I had promised a new chapter when that goal was reached...
Dark: (currently tied up and being force fed by Lissa) would you (bite) care to (bite) help me?!
Elle: Lissa what, pray tell, are you doing?
Lissa: (mischevious glint in her eyes) Nothing special...
Elle: I have an incredibly bad feeling about this...
Thanks to xxforbiddenwingsxx, XshootingstarX, sunnininjawritesx, soandso, icefox94, Noke cat, taichi-dai, iKat.13, w.w. angel, ladyviolathornhaven, Erratic movements, animegurl088, and blodd-darkness-child for your reviews and critism. Your advice is well needed.
I woke up with a start, my vision swimming from the sudden movement. It had been 3 weeks since that incident with Dark in the hall, and we hadn't seen each other since. I avoided him as much as I could, but it was almost the start of the second term, meaning there would be new classes.
I sighed begrudgingly as I stood up and started my usual morning routine; training, shower, breakfast, mad dash to school.
I burst into my new classroom, my hair, which was still wet from the shower, clinging to my face, my breathing erratic.
"Gom…gomen, sensei." I panted.
He gave a look that said was equal to an oven, and pointed at an empty desk in the back of the room. I drug my feet to the desk before sinking into the cold, hard, plastic torture device with a sigh.
"What's the matter, you seem to be so edgy today."
I froze; I knew that voice, for it had evaded my thoughts constantly over the last couple of days. Haunting my every minute of everyday with those last words. My breath hitched and my heart began to thud almost painfully in my chest. Why did he have such an effect on me?
"I..I…d…don't know what you're talking about." Damn it, why the hell did I keep stuttering?!
I looked at Dark for a fleeting moment and was met with his trademark smirk. One day, one day I was going to knock that smirk right off of that too perfect face.
(Dark's P.O.V.)
I watched as Daisuke blushed scarlet as he realized who he was sitting next to. He was obviously surprised that I was in his class, and on top of that it was his artclass. Little did he know that I had asked a favor from the school's guidance office (it was amazing how easily you got your way when you were cute) so that he could look at the boy's schedule.
Yes little did his little Daisuke know that I had, in fact, been transferred into all of his classes. (A/N: I know, poor Daisuke) A smirk tugged at my lips as he stuttered when he spoke.
Oh yes, my dear, you are breaking. Slowly, but breaking.
I looked around the room, trying to pin-point the voice in the room.
Don't worry; we will meet soon enough, my dark angel.
Of course on the outside I kept my cool. My emotions, like always, were bottled up inside so that no one was able to break through my façade. On the inside though, it was a different matter. I was beginning to feel the slow spread of panic that was starting to course through my veins.
"Dark are you alright?" Daisuke whispered next to me.
I froze as something that I thought was impossible occurred right before my very eyes and ears. Someone had seen through my makeshift emotions I had worked so hard to perfect through the years.
"I...I don't know w…what you're talking about D… Daisuke." I stuttered slightly.
Daisuke looked slightly taken aback and as the words fell out of my lips before I could come down.
Why could he so easily cause my hard earned self image to shatter into thousands of tiny, fragile pieces?
Once again, sorry for the shortness. Okay dear loving readers, this time we're shooting for 30. Give me 30 before my birthday on November 20 and I will write more then 1,000 words. Promise.
R&R arigato!
Elle-sempai