Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel, I want to though DX
' ' Thinking
" " Talking
Pairings: Little DaisukexRisa, DaisukexDark, DaisukexSatoshi
Story:
Starry Morning
Daisuke's heart stopped for a second. Until suddenly it burst out in a fast pace chorus that he thought the neighbors could hear.
Sliding down the wall, he could hear the other messages from the answering machine play. The messages slowly got worse and worse, until his tears couldn't be held back. But suddenly, he started listening. Risa had left a message, but not a kind cheerful one.
"Daisuke, sorry about this. But I found someone better, who doesn't run from his problems like a kid. Hope we can still be friends."
"That…. That witch…." Was all Daisuke could mumble while he stumbled to his bedroom.
The teen slumped himself into bed and grumbled. His thoughts ran one by one; he could only pick out a few of them though. Thoughts like 'I wonder why Risa did that to me' and 'Was that really him'. Then his thoughts turned to 'What do I have left in this house for dinner and how will I clean the kitchen?'
He left his room and started scribbling on paper. Again with the dark eyes and hair. Again with the devilish smile.
Then a knock at the door, making the teenager jump.
"W-Who is it?"
No answer.
'Great' Daisuke wanted to know, "WHO IS IT!"
Still no answer.
"It could be a thief, a jerk, Risa, my dad. For all I know it could be Wiz's great-aunt who just got married to a strawberry. Who is it?" Daisuke almost shouted.
He sighed and started doodling again.
Another knock. This time at the window.
Daisuke ignored the noise for the rest of the day, slowly sketching his art; A picture of Wiz and another bunny, Dark flying, a cherry tree, Emiko. Somehow, art made everything easier.
Wiz seemed excited and he bounced around everywhere. On the tables all the way to the couches he cheered.
Daisuke swore as his pencil broke while finishing Dark's portrait. Somehow, everything always went wrong when he drew his friend.
He started again, with a new purple pencil. Filling in the lines and everything else.
Then he heard the crash as the kitchen's window smashed and someone fell in.