Disclaimer: Me not own DNAngel. If I say I do, then the Yukiru Sugisaki would kill me.

Chapter 1

(Daisuke's POV)

"Niwa!"

I heard that sweet voice call out my name. Those big expressive brown eyes and brown hair framing her face made me melt in my shoes. It was the girl I loved who would never love me back. Who is this girl, you may ask? Risa Harada. I had a crush on her for some time. I have never been able to get over her. She was there, clinging onto my heart and mind, never letting go. I had desperately hoped and dreamed that she would have a place in her heart for me. I wanted to here those three words I greatly wanted to hear coming from her lips. I wanted to kiss her passionately and haul her away in my arms, like a knight in shining armor. But I knew that this could not be. She was too deeply in love with Dark.

"Niwa!" Risa called again, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Yes, Harada-san?" I answered, smiling my usual, everyday smile; the smile that masked all my emotions and buried them back where they belong. All I could appreciate at this moment, this year was her smile. The only precious thing that she would give me that meant of our current relationship. The closest relationship we will ever have.

"Hellooo, Niwa? Are you alright? You seem a little tired," Risa said concernedly, checking my head for a fever.

I closed my eyes for a moment, cherishing the warm feel of her hand on my head… a brief moment. I reopened my eyes and laughed a fake laugh, "No Harada-san, I'm fine." I had exceptional talent for masking my true feelings. Risa, satisfied with my answer, pulled my arm, giggling. "Niwa, meet my friends!"

"But Harada-san, I have already seen your friends," I said, trying to pull my arm from her grasp, gently.

"Just see them again," Risa said and led me toward the other girls who were on the other side. I blushed and tried to pull away but Risa insisted on having me come with her so I gave in. You may ask why I refuse to meet her friends again? The fact is I don't like them. I may act kindly towards them but they freak me out. And annoy me too. They inspect me carefully and looked down at me, making me feel less than a dog. Some of the girls didn't treat me that way but they did do other things to drive a boy crazy. What things? One girl insisted that I should try wearing makeup, another girl tried to drag me on a date with her, and another asked me if I was gay. What kind of question is that! Well, I might look a little girlish but still…

"Niwa, here's my new friend," Risa said. I groaned. Another weird person added to the bizarre group. I could tell right away that this girl was not a very attractive person. I mean she is drop dead gorgeous on the outside but she acted like those arrogant movie stars. She flung back her blonde hair and stared at me with her abnormally slanted eyes. They were they color of the sky and so empty and cold that you felt as if you would freeze to death if you look to long. She had a nice physique to complete her description. Dumb blondes, she was probably from America. How can Risa stand these people?

"What is it Niwa?" Risa asked tilting her head on one side.

I shook my head. "Harada-san, you should have told me there was a new person," I said pasting a phony smile on my face.

The girl smiled haughtily back, as if mocking me. I could almost see her thoughts rolling around in her head. This is Niwa? What an odd boy. Why invite him over, he's not even worth looking at. Or perhaps it was my imagination. Anyhow, Risa introduced the girl in a cheerful voice.

"This is Glenshaw Amrita, she's an exchange student and Amrita, this is Niwa Daisuke as you already know," Risa said.

"Hello Glenshaw-san," I said, bowing respectfully. I felt a prick on the back of my neck but I ignored it.

"Hello Niwa," Amrita said sardonically.

I twitched at her voice. This girl was making me angrier and angrier by the minute. What was her problem? I resisted the urge to strangle her and said calmly to Risa, "May I be excused Harada-san? I have to do something today."

Risa frowned and nodded her head. When I turned to leave, I felt someone's arms around my waist. I was startled but when I heard Risa's voice, I relaxed. "You're the greatest," she whispered in my ear. She released me and returned to her friends giving me one more smile.

I was…stunned. Why did she hug me like that? Did she…like me? I shook my head dismissing the thought. That probably was just a friendly hug. I returned to my seat and sat down, slumping over my table. I was exhausted. I guess that visit with Amrita wore me out more than I thought.

(Satoshi's POV)

I was watching Daisuke's every movement. When you're catching Dark, you have to be aware of the Tamer at all times. Who knows when Dark will pop out? He's stupid enough to change in front of all these people. Ok, I admit it, he's not that stupid but there is such a thing as an accident.

I watched as he was dragged by Risa and led toward a group of girls. I strained my ears to hear what they were talking about when I was interrupted by a sound behind me. I turned to face the person who was behind me. It was a girl. I mentally screamed in my head, what the hell do you want! Don't you see I'm busy right now! in my head but I kept my face void of emotions. The girl thrust a letter in my face which nearly shoved me off my chair. She looked flustered and apologized offering her hand but I righted myself and brushed my shirt off, smoothing it out. "Yes," I asked coolly.

Poor girl. Even though I'm not very fond of my fangirls, I felt a bit of sympathy for this particular girl. I could tell that she was a clumsy person by the way she had nearly pushed me off my chair, the way she was walking, and when she tripped on her untied shoelaces. She reddened even more at my voice and presented the letter again in a much more dignified fashion. "Please accept this letter. You don't have to answer if you don't want to you know," she said.

"I'm sorry, I already have someone," I lied. I had to say something that wouldn't hurt her so bad. She already felt bad as it was. She stared at me open-mouthed and retreated back to the corner of the room. Later that day, I had seen her tearing the letter apart, but in a much more, how do I put this, happier attitude. Not happy but at least not the crying buckets of tears sad. As much as it doesn't show on my face, I did feel sorry for the girls I turn down. They always looked as if the world would come to an end.

Anyways, I looked back at the Risa's group for Daisuke but he had disappeared. I faced the front so I wouldn't look like I was looking at Daisuke and spotted him sitting in front of me, his upper body covering the desk. His arms were crossed and his face was hidden. He looked so tired. I rose from my seat and walked to Daisuke's desk. I shook his shoulders gently. He jumped slightly and gazed at me with glassy eyes. He was tired. Wait, scratch that, extremely tired. Why? Why would Daisuke, who is always active and cheerful, get tired after an encounter with Risa's friends? What could possibly tire such an energetic person? Why do I care in the first place?

"What Hiwatari-kun. Is there something wrong?" Daisuke asked, returning his head back onto his arms.

"What is wrong with you today? You're acting very strange today," I said, grabbing a chair and sitting down next to him.

"What is considered strange Hiwatari-kun?" Daisuke asked, sighing.

"Daisuke, I told you to stop calling me that," I said.

Daisuke smiled weakly. His face looked paler than usual. "Sorry, I keep forgetting but it doesn't seem correct that I should call you Satoshi because, well, you have a college degree for starters," he said burying his face in his arms.

I could not deny that fact. For some strange reason he intrigued me. I had no clue why but I felt a lot closer to him than others. Well, if you're counting Krad then no but other than that, Daisuke was interesting to me in many ways. What is this feeling? I wondered.

It is love, Krad sang.

And when did you become a singer Krad? I asked. Just to tell you, if you ever hear Krad sing, don't. Bring earmuffs and that is a must because Krad is an awful singer. He tries to sing anyways. He loves to torture me. And the bad thing is I can't get away most of the time. I have to listen to him whether I like it or not.

And what the hell is with all this "love" Krad?

I don't fuckin' know and I don't fuckin' care. Just let me out and I will slay Daisuke right now, Krad sang. Gods, if they have mercy on me, make Krad shut up. Doodeedoo, Krad continued his made up song.

Krad?

Yeah?

Shut the hell up.

No.

You may think it is weird that Krad of all people would sing but it is amazing how many stupid things that Krad actually does.He doesn't show is true nature in front of other people besides me. One good thing is, if I concentrate hard enough, I can block him for a short amount of time.

Hey what the hell are you…! I cut his voice off and forced him to the back of my mind.

My eyes skimmed over Daisuke's body. He looked paler than usual and he was…shaking all over. He was also sweating. What caused it was the question. I glanced at the new girl, narrowing my eyes. Was she…?

(Daisuke's POV)

I didn't understand why but my body was sweating and I felt as if my body was filled with bricks. I couldn't move a muscle. What was happening to me?

Daisuke, are you alright? Dark asked. He is my other half, with purple eyes and purple hair to match, he is also the opposite of Krad who has blonde hair and blonde eyes. Yin and Yang you might put it.

I'm…fine, I answered. Was it just my imagination or were the walls crowding in closer and closer?

I detect some strong magic. It's coming from that girl over there. Her name's…Amrita right? Dark asked quickly.

I nodded mentally. Yeah that's right. What is she to do with…?

No time to explain. Let me take over your body for a sec.

Sure…

I relaxed as Dark took over my body. I entered in the blissful blackness called unconsciousness.

(Amrita- Damsel of Truth POV)

I small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I watched the red-haired lad wilt from the poison I gave him. His body cannot take the poison. He is too weak, too brittle to have any hope against the poison. No doctor can cure the poison I give. I enjoyed watching people die and suffer like I had suffered 45 years ago. All red haired men must die!

WhiteWolf92: Hmmm, wonder what got her so fired up.

Amrita: You should know! You're the author!

WhiteWolf92: Oh yeah! Oh and...ahem...reviews please!