D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Beneath my imperfections ❯ chap1 ( Chapter 1 )

Beneath my imperfections

 

 

 

Weather or not she was pretty passed the Niwa boy like cars in a traffic jam. He just couldn't decide, but there she was, lying in his favorite sketching spot overlooking the city.

Long, auburn hair lapping over the stone bench that rapped around the art structure in the center. A cigarette carelessly held in her left hand as she stared up at the sky. She wore sunglasses. A loose, long-sleeved, dark purple button up hung from her body revealing a tight black t shirt underneath, proving that her stomach was toned, but not sickly thin. Low cut blue jeans held her rather shapely thighs neatly, and black sneakers covered her feet. She was short, not quite as short as Niwa, but she was of cores older than him by several years… he was tempted to walk up to her, ask her what she's doing or how she was.

She had been assigned as a teacher's assistant to his school, for reasons of her own punishment, that the boy knew little about.

He watched her take a drag from her cig, then to his surprise she sat up as she exhaled.

She didn't look at him, to Daisuke's relief, but stared blankly out at the rooftops below the outlook.

Niwa finally realized what he was doing, staring at this stranger, and moved away quickly with reddened cheeks. What was he thinking? If she were to have seen him, she probably would wave wondered what was wrong with him.

Class had been released for the day, and Daisuke had wonted to work on one of his drawings, but that girl didn't look like she was leaving anytime soon…

“Niwa!”

Daisuke whipped around so see Riku straddling her bike with an annoyed look on her face.

“Oh, I'm sorry miss. Heroda, I was just,”

“Checking out the new teacher's assistant, yeah I noticed.” Riku snapped in quickly.

“No! That's not,” Riku began to peddle away slowly, causing Niwa to run after her.

“You really shouldn't be trying to hang around her Niwa, she's' bad news.”

Daisuke jogged along side the older Heroda at a brisk pace.

“I don't know… she doesn't seem mean or anything…”

“Didn't you hear why she's at our school? She's a trouble maker. She gets in fights and got kicked out of her own school! She's a high school student, a senior! She's at our school for community service, so she can graduate!”

Niwa felt a little overwhelmed by the bombardment and slowed dawn a little. Riku slowed her pace as well to stay at his side.

“HEY! WAIT FOR ME!” Risa yelled as she ran dawn the side walk to ketch up to her sister and Daisuke.

“I waited for you at the school. You never came.” Riku stated, staring back at her sibling.

“I had something to do!”

“Well that's not my problem.”

“Ok, ok, stop it you too.” Daisuke put his arms out between the two girls on ether side of him.

“That's not all I've heard Niwa, I heard she was disowned by her own parents! The only reason why she's not in an orphanage is because she can support herself. She has a job and her own pace and everything.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Risa asked, pushing her face towards Niwa's, making him blush and turn his head.

“The teacher's assistant.” Risa assured quickly.

“oh.” the younger Huroda breathed. “That's all anybody talked about today. They all say she's really weird and stuff, and she smokes! How lady like is that? Not to mention she didn't even talk to anybody, you'd think she'd be a little friendlier.”

“I'm shier she has her reasons.” Daisuke threw in his two cents worth.

“You would stand up for anybody, Niwa.” The older Heroda commented.

 

 

After parting with the twins, Daisuke hurried home for dinner and prepared for a long night of thieving.

 

 

“Hay Spark! One more! It's Friday night for god's sake!” A man's voice rung in the ears of the 18-year-old girl with a half a glass of gin and tonic in her hand.

“Sounds good, Blain, but after that, I have to get my ass in gear, I need to get to my place before Rachel locks me out.” She laughed full heatedly.

“I don't know why you didn't just bring her with you.” Blain poured another drink for his friend and put it on the coffee table in front of her.

“She said she wasn't feeling good.” Downing the rest of her drink, to move to the next.

“That's too bad, this was a nice little get-together.”

They conversed over their excitement for graduation for a good hour, and Blain had a laugh mocking Spark on her community service.

“Man, you think they could have made you pick up trash or clean the windows at the high school or something, but work as a teacher's little helper at the middle school! That's priceless.”

Spark stood to her feet smoothly and punched him playfully in the shoulder.

“Shut up Blain, they could have made me work at the old folk's home or something. I'll be seein you. Thanks for the drinks.” With that she was out the door. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her little black purse to satisfy her nicotine craving.

She hadn't driven, not only because she knew she was going to be drinking, but because the apartment was only three blocks away.

“Oh god, what a day.”

 

 

 

 

Dark took to the sky as gracefully as ever, passing over the city. A smirk stuck to his face as he thought of his target. <what do you think Daisuke? The Store of rapture is supposedly, one of the last artifacts that releases spiritual energy within the chosen user>

*I don't know Dark, that sounds funny… the stone of rapture?*

The thief closed his eyes and sighed. < You know what that means don't you?>

* Well, yeah…*

< Well wouldn't that give you great pleasure? Every human has spiritual energy inside them, but very few know how to unlock it, let alone use it.>

* I guess your right.*

< I know.> Dark smiled playfully and increased his speed as he pasted over a street lamp.

* You know, we shouldn't be flying so low.*

< Oh, come on, no one's out on the street at this hour.> Dark landed smoothly on the top of a telephone pole, stretching his broad wings, then folding them behind him.

 

Little did Dark know, Spark stared dumbfounded on the roof of her apartment. Unable to decide weather to go beat the crap out of her dealer for selling her laced weed, or accept that the creature perched on a telephone pole was real, what ever it was, it's back was too her, an had a human figure behind it's dark, angelic wings.

“Holy shit… I'm tripping out.” Spark murmured to herself. She stood to her feet and stepped nearer to the edge of the roof top, hopping that if she looked closer, the figure would vanish from her mind.

To her panicked surprise, the figure only became more visually stable.

Ok… this was stupid… if it really is real… what the hell would a demon be doing standing on a pole across the street? <well… here go's nothing, it can't heart to try and talk to it… I'm high anyway, so if it kills me, I'll die happily oblivious>

“Hey… Mr. Bird demon… what the hell's goin on?” spoken in a lax, fearless state of mind.

 

Dark spun around so fast he nearly fell from his perch. “Oh, god …”

*Dark! That's the teachers' assistant I was telling you about.*

Moon light played on Dark's wings and hair, danced in his eyes, reveling his inhuman characteristics perfectly.

 

Spark stared… noticing how absolutely, drop dead gorgeous her “bird demon” really was.

 

Dark dropped his cornered look, noticing the girl's starry-eyed gaze and smirked flirtatiously at her.

“Well… for starters I'm not a bird demon… but as for “what's going on” I'm going to work in a few minuets.”

Spark scoffed at his cocky little guise… wow; she'd seen that one a few times… she hated it when men looked at a woman that way… especially her. This took away a little of her sudden interest in him.

“Are you like, the angle of death then? You fit the part relatively well, though you seem a little too friendly for that.”

Dark smiled deeply, then propelled himself with his wings from the pole, and in a few beats, was landing on the roof top.

“Woe, woe! Get the hell away from me buddy. I don't know what the hell your thinking, I might hate my life, but it's better than Hell, for damn shier!”

 

Dark laughed, tilting his head back as he stepped closer to the woman in question.

“I'm not the angle of death ether, I promise.” Tipping his head back dawn, he looked at her. “Don't worry about what I am.”

“O.k. I'll just pretend that your hair and eyes “are” a natural color… and oh, just… forget about those big ass wings behind you.” Spark was hiding little of her sarcastic, careless attitude.

“Well aren't you just a little fire ball.”

 

*Dark! What are you doing! We need to get going!*

<Just a secant Daisuke… this ones' caught my attention.>

*what are you talking about?! And besides, you chaise after any girl you see! *

 

“Distracted?” Spark smirked boldly.

Dark snapped back to the world in front of him, ignoring what ever his tamer might have to say.

“Just wondering if you'd like to meet up another time.”

“I think I'm going crazy.” Spark turned her back to this… this… man? “Are you for real? Seriously… I mean, is this a really strange dream? Did I pass out on my roof and start dreaming about… about a dark angle asking me out on a date?”

Dark couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit; he had never met a woman like this before. She questioned him, wasn't scared of his obvious differences from humans, but was clearly aware of them. She wasn't swooning over him…she seemed to care little about his boyish good looks.

“Well… it doesn't have to be a date…. How about a `little get together'?” The thief stepped behind this woman of interest and lent dawn next to her ear. “Bye the way, my name is Dark.”

Spark walked forward, now on the roof of the apartment next door. “I'm Spark, nice to meet you, but don't ever do that again, K.”

“Spark, ha? Well then I wasn't far off from the little fire ball comment.”

“Shier… that's not my given name or anything, if you couldn't figure that out on your own, but no one calls me by my real name, so I go by my nickname.”

“Oh, may I ask your real name? or would you rather not give that information out to a stranger?”

“No its cool, my names' Valtoyya.” She turned to face him as she spoke.

“Well that's a pretty name.”

“Umm... ok, I think it's stuffy, that's why I like my nickname better.”

“Well, sadly I must be going now, but maybe I'll stop by another time.”

“What ever you won't… I probably won't be here.”

“Oh, and why is that?” Dark walked to the edge of the building, preparing to return to business.

“Because, I don't think it's healthy for humans to see things like you.” With that, the girl walked back over to her roof top, swung her body over the face of the building and into her window. Leaving Dark a little stunned by her sharp, careless words.

*let's go Dark! She doesn't like you!*

< Ouch... I don't think she thinks I'm real…>

* don't you think it would be better that way? At least you didn't have to erase her memory of you.*

<True… let's be on our way, can't be late now can we?>