D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Curious ❯ Dark Dream... ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Sweetums128neo 
What a scary dream...-shivers-
Anime/Manga: D. N. Angel Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2006 | Updated On: 03.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 667 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
What a scary dream...-shivers-
Anime/Manga: D. N. Angel Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2006 | Updated On: 03.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 667 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel, Dai-Chan, or Dark-Kun. –cries- It’s a sad, cruel world...-sniffle-
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/Dai talking to dark and vice versa/
“Spoken aloud”
‘Thoughts’
(Author’s notes/footnotes)
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A red haired boy tossed and turned in his bed, the covers once flat, now tangled in his arms and legs. He thrashed about, threatening to fall off his high perch. He was having a nightmare...one he wouldn’t forget…
“Dark!” His voice rang out into the empty and cold space that was his mind. He walked around, searching for that something…that something that could make him feel whole…
“Dark, where are you!” he cried out, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He ran now, panicked for his good friend.
Running and running, he came upon a door. Large wooden; oak at the look of it. His eyes wandered up, and he saw large door handles. He reached. Clasping his fingers around the handle, he tugged down, and pulled hard. The door creaked open slowly, and on the other side looked just as white and uninviting as the world he was in.
“Oh man…” he gulped, shaking slightly. “I-I wonder if Dark is in there…” He gazed into the white nothingness for a moment longer, before deciding to enter. Walking carefully, (and quietly for he felt the need to be) he stepped through the door, and gasped sharply loosing his breath.
It felt as if an ice cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. It the cold stung his eyes, so he closed them shut. The cold ran through his veins and body, freezing him so. He continued forward. It hurt…the pain wouldn’t go away…
And then it stopped, as he emerged on the other side of the door, shivering. He felt his clothes, and his skin, but he didn’t have a single drop of water on him. Rubbing his arms, he looked around, taking in his dark and bleak surroundings. He was in a large building, with a ceiling like a church, only much higher. The walls were black, with glowing paintings of symbols Daisuke just got dizzy looking at. There was a long path infront of him, which had small lights lining it. He started walking, walking, walking, walking, until he came upon a door, much like the other one he had passed through.
He touched it, and grabbed the handle, pulling hard and opening the door. He pulled it all the way open and peered inside. What he saw made his heart stop, and his blood run cold.
Dark was mounted on the wall, attached to it with chains that were glowing a gold color. Daisuke bolted to him, and stopped at the wall. “Dark…” he whispered, tears forming once again. He checked him up and down the best he could, without being able to touch him; everytime he got too close, he would be horribly shocked. He didn’t appear harmed, and looked as though he was just napping. Daisuke tried calling his name.
“Dark!” he yelled. The phantom thief didn’t move. He tried again.
“Dark! Wake up! Please…” he whimpered out. He watched him, and noticed something strange. He looked really pale…
“Oh Kami…”(1) He himself turned deadly pale as well. “Dark! Dark! WAKE UP DARK!” he screamed, tears streaming down his face.
He wasn’t going to wake up. The famous phantom thief Dark, was dead.
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Okay...don’t kill me please?
Dai+Dark: 00”
Me: Uhm...-sweatdrop- Like I said, don’t kill me, please! I’m sorry this was such a short chappie, but I’m at school writing this. Hope my teacher doesn’t see...-sighs- Well, R&R, means another chapter! 3 See you all later!
(1) KamiGod
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/Dai talking to dark and vice versa/
“Spoken aloud”
‘Thoughts’
(Author’s notes/footnotes)
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A red haired boy tossed and turned in his bed, the covers once flat, now tangled in his arms and legs. He thrashed about, threatening to fall off his high perch. He was having a nightmare...one he wouldn’t forget…
“Dark!” His voice rang out into the empty and cold space that was his mind. He walked around, searching for that something…that something that could make him feel whole…
“Dark, where are you!” he cried out, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He ran now, panicked for his good friend.
Running and running, he came upon a door. Large wooden; oak at the look of it. His eyes wandered up, and he saw large door handles. He reached. Clasping his fingers around the handle, he tugged down, and pulled hard. The door creaked open slowly, and on the other side looked just as white and uninviting as the world he was in.
“Oh man…” he gulped, shaking slightly. “I-I wonder if Dark is in there…” He gazed into the white nothingness for a moment longer, before deciding to enter. Walking carefully, (and quietly for he felt the need to be) he stepped through the door, and gasped sharply loosing his breath.
It felt as if an ice cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. It the cold stung his eyes, so he closed them shut. The cold ran through his veins and body, freezing him so. He continued forward. It hurt…the pain wouldn’t go away…
And then it stopped, as he emerged on the other side of the door, shivering. He felt his clothes, and his skin, but he didn’t have a single drop of water on him. Rubbing his arms, he looked around, taking in his dark and bleak surroundings. He was in a large building, with a ceiling like a church, only much higher. The walls were black, with glowing paintings of symbols Daisuke just got dizzy looking at. There was a long path infront of him, which had small lights lining it. He started walking, walking, walking, walking, until he came upon a door, much like the other one he had passed through.
He touched it, and grabbed the handle, pulling hard and opening the door. He pulled it all the way open and peered inside. What he saw made his heart stop, and his blood run cold.
Dark was mounted on the wall, attached to it with chains that were glowing a gold color. Daisuke bolted to him, and stopped at the wall. “Dark…” he whispered, tears forming once again. He checked him up and down the best he could, without being able to touch him; everytime he got too close, he would be horribly shocked. He didn’t appear harmed, and looked as though he was just napping. Daisuke tried calling his name.
“Dark!” he yelled. The phantom thief didn’t move. He tried again.
“Dark! Wake up! Please…” he whimpered out. He watched him, and noticed something strange. He looked really pale…
“Oh Kami…”(1) He himself turned deadly pale as well. “Dark! Dark! WAKE UP DARK!” he screamed, tears streaming down his face.
He wasn’t going to wake up. The famous phantom thief Dark, was dead.
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Okay...don’t kill me please?
Dai+Dark: 00”
Me: Uhm...-sweatdrop- Like I said, don’t kill me, please! I’m sorry this was such a short chappie, but I’m at school writing this. Hope my teacher doesn’t see...-sighs- Well, R&R, means another chapter! 3 See you all later!
(1) KamiGod