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Thursday, May 10, 2007

DNAngel Fic Chapter 1: A Meeting?
Daisuke yawned as he took a seat on the rail car.

"I'm so tired. Why does Mom make me steal on school nights?"

No answer. It's not like he expected one, Dark was tired, too. Daisuke laid down on the bench seat, wiping his red hair from his face. Someone sat down across from him. When he looked over, he saw up a girl's skirt. Immediately his face turned red adn he scrambled to sit up. He held his head down.

"I- I'm sorry!"

He gained the nerve to look her in the eye. When he raised his head, he saw that she was wearing his school's female uniform. She was wearing a pair of black clogs and carried a white shoulder bag. Daisuke finally looked at her face adn saw that she had pink hair down to her thigh and soft red eyes. She was of average build and was about as tall as he was.

"Sorry? For what?"

Her voice was soft and light.

"It's nothing."

The rail car slowed as it came to the next stop.

A voice came over the loudspeaker: "Toll Station."

Daisuke jumped up.

"I'm sorry, I'm meeting someone. Maybe I'll see you later?"

"Maybe. I-"

Daisuke had run to the other side of the car before she could say anything. The girl saw Daisuke with a brunette girl in same uniform.

'Probably his girlfriend,' she thought, 'He didn't ever tell me his name, let alone, ask for mine.'

Why were all the cute ones taken?
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