Schizo: Hey! This is my first D N Angel fic, so if I get things wrong, bear with me please! I just started reading and I've only read 7 since I AM in the U.S. Not the city mentioned here... but yeah... If I get things wrong, Tell me please! Oh, the humor here is my sense of humor so just thought I might warn you since I like to be sarcastic. The story doesn't start here really... but it's the first chapter! Give me a break... Anyways...

Why is this Rated M? One reason: Gavin Ravencroth. My little musing of a guy. He's not so bad here, but you may hate him because he's a guy to a hate... but you can like too... Eh whatever... You dont' care!

I don't own D N Angel. Shock there? Not really...

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Gavin

“Oh! Gavin! Yes!”

“I’m barely doing anything…”

Seriously, I’m barely doing anything. My hand is on her breast and big whoop, our clothes are on the floor, but I’m barely doing anything. I don’t even know this girl’s name. It doesn’t matter. I won’t see her ever again. Nothing matters anymore. The day I found out I was “bisexual” (god, I can’t even say I’m gay… What a coward I am) when I kissed a guy and enjoyed it (and no, I wasn’t drunk), was the day I changed. Sexuality is everything, you know. You see it in commercials, you read it in books, you hear about it from peers, you even do it yourself; sex is everywhere.

My dad doesn’t understand that.

“What the hell are you two doing?”

Fuck. My dad just walked through my bedroom door. Doesn’t anyone knock anymore? Of course not, we’re in the twenty-first century, manners no longer exists. What a shame, no?

“Hey, Dad.” I sat up from my bed reaching down for my knees as the blonde girl (figures, right? No offense to the blondes, but hey…) covered herself with the sheets trying to find her bra.

“It’s on the chair.” I said. She let out an “eep” and scrambled over the bed towards the chairs covering her chest. We’re fourteen; she barely HAS a chest to cover up.

“Gavin, you- you- You are dead when this girl leaves.”

“Oh… threatening…”

I ran my fingers through my white hair. Oh, did I mention? I’m an albino. Somehow I had a mutation in my DNA and I now have red eyes, pale skin, and (gasp) white hair! So think about it, I’m a bisexual albino… In the opinion of the average person, I’m a full out… freak. But who cares what they think, really?

“Whatever. I’m leaving.”

I pulled my plain black t-shirt down and slipped on my converses walking out the door.

“Don’t you leave here! Get back here! GAVIN!”

“Gavin?” I turned around facing the blonde.

“Are- Are we done?”

“’Fraid so.” I nodded, “Have a good day.”

“B-Bye Gavin…”

I left my room leaving the girl to start crying and my dad still yelling at me. Generally, I’d tell the girl to stop crying (no, really, I would), but with my dad there, screw it.

Mr. Ravencroth

He just left his room! He doesn’t even care the girl he had sex with is crying with her clothes off. Well she has the bra, but still! Is this my son? This can’t be my son… Where did I go wrong? Ever since his mother left…

Gavin

Most people assume my attitude of the typical “asshole” or the “tough-talking punk” or even the, get this, “bad-boy” came from my mother leaving my dad. Pth. Right… My dad… Have you seen my dad? He can’t even lay a hand on me. Come on, he just let me walk out the door! Why would my mother stay with a guy that’s afraid of his own son? I just wish she took me with her. I’m stuck with a loser and she probably is living the high-life of a free spirit.

No… The real reason, like I said before, that day I kissed a guy. Don’t know why I did it; I guess I felt I wanted to try something new. Next thing I know, I’m locking lips with some dude who I knew for two hours and then I freak as the cops come in (we were in a rave). Yeah, ever since I’ve been questioning myself. Screws your head big time…

Started stealing, lost my virginity, took some drugs, don’t smoke (surprise there, isn’t it?), and I grew sarcastic and cold. Sad thing, girls liked it… but not the smart ones, they know what to do with their life than hang around with me, but the dumb ones liked me; some even said “loved” me. As if I’d turn my life around for them, romance is in books, not life. Just the way it is…

Mr. Ravencroth

I kneeled down to the girl, “What’s your name?”

“Ashley.”

“Why don’t I call your-”

“No! If they find out, I’m doomed for! Please don’t call them!”

“Well, you need-” She widened her pupils quivering her lip. I sighed, “I’ll give you a lift.”

“Thank you!”

Ashley

He dropped me off home. Crap. I better not have gotten pregnant. Otherwise it’ll be a hell for me… Crap…

Gavin

I sat on a tree branch. I didn’t leave the house. Figured I’d give Dad a break. Eh… but he’ll have to find me between the four trees in our backyard. My shaggy white hair caught a leaf and I think a twig. That’s what I get for staying in the trees. And oh look, there’s my dad!

“GAVIN!”

“Yeah?” I jumped down from the tree.

“I wasn’t going to do this, but you’ve gone too far!”

“Oh… What’re you going to do? Ground me? Bring it. Like I have life anyway…”

“No Gavin! I could ground you for the rest of your life-”

“I’d have to go to college; you wouldn’t be able to control-”

“That’s not the point, Gavin.” He glared, “I got offered a new job, but we have to leave Jersey.”

“Finally,” I yawned, “So where’s the punishment in this?”

“Gavin! Don’t you care about anything?”

“Well, I’ve had these shoes for awhile, so I-”

“We’re moving to Japan. New school, new place, new everything; what you need is a new start. Your life in Jersey isn’t the way to go.”

“I feel like a Dr. Phil guest…”

“Gavin…”

“Fine. Fine. Whatever, we go to Japan. I screw up my life again and then we move again. The big cycle of never-ending screw-ups!”

“GAVIN!”

Mr. Ravencroth

We’re on the plane. Gavin fell asleep. You know, if you forget that he’s a thief/con artist/non-virgin/smart-ass/troublemaker/school-skipper/rave-nighter/all-around-not-so-innocent-kid, he looks… innocent. Why couldn’t he just be innocent? Or at least not a criminal!

Gavin

I’m not sleeping. My eyes are closed. Difference there…

Mr. Ravencroth

He was listening to his metal music. Of course, he HAD to like metal. Eh… That or he listens to rave music, or “techno”. So much partying, I guess he just got used to it. Damn him. He knows I work late, but that doesn’t mean go out partying!

His hair is covering his eyes. I don’t even know how he’s an albino… His mother had red hair and I have black… I wonder… Nope. No family has white hair…

Gavin

We arrived at Japan. I had to explain to my dad what an albino is. I’ve been alive for fourteen years, and he FINALLY asks how I got white hair? Pathetic…

“Okay, Gav, we’re here.”

“Yeah, whatever. Where’s the freaking bathroom?”

“Over there.”

“Where?”

“Over there.”

“Can you point?”

He pointed, “Over there.”

“At the sign!”

“Over there.”

“Screw it!” I stormed off in that direction looking helplessly.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked a man. He showed it to me, unlike my stupid father…

“Thanks.”

He nodded.

Mr. Ravencroth

We arrived to the apartment the company gave us in order to for me to keep the job and live under shelter as well. Gavin sighed as he threw his backpack to the corner of his room.

“I’ll be unpacking. When does our furniture come?”

“Tomorrow.”

“No bed tonight. Ugh…”

“School starts Wednesday for you. They wanted to give you a week to get ready.”

“So?”

“You should drop by the school and pick up your uniform.”

“Uniform? You’re kidding, right?”

“No. They’re pretty strict about their uniforms.”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing one.”

“You want me to kill you and find out?”

“Then I wouldn’t have to go to school. Okay, go ahead.”

“Gavin…”

“Yeah, I’ll pick up the damn uniform.”

Mrs. Kawashima

A charming young albino walked into the office today. He leaned his back against the counter and slicked his hair back.

“Can I help you?”

He paused for a moment and then spoke, “Yeah. I’m here for those uniforms I need.”

“Oh! Yes! You must be the new student, Gavin Ravencroth?”

“Yup, that’s me.”

He’s a little rusty with his Japanese, but he speaks very well. I went out back and got the uniforms for him. When I came back I saw him looking out the window observing the students. I bet he’s excited to meet them.

Gavin

Maybe if I go inside that door, I can get to the roof where nobody will go and skip school. My attendance will be fine. I’ll just ask to go to the bathroom every once in awhile or ask to go to the office for assistance. New kids get it easy…

Mrs. Kawashima

“Ravencroth?” He turned to me, “Your uniforms.”

“Thanks.”

He grabbed the uniforms and headed out.

Gavin

I was walking towards the exit when some red-head clashed into me.

“Gomen!”

I groaned sitting up. For a short guy, he rams into you pretty hard. He held out his hand to me while I ignored it to pick up the uniforms.

“Whatever.” I muttered.

“I haven’t seen you around here before. My name is Niwa Daisuke.”

“Ravencroth Gavin.”

“Are you going to attend here?”

“Yeah.”

I fixed the pile of clothes in my arms and stood straight looking down at Daisuke. Oh wait, they address people by their last names here… uh… crap. Forgot his last name already…

“What was your name again?”

“Niwa Daisuke?”

“Okay.”

“Niwa-kun! Who are you talking to?”

A cute brunette skipped over to us. She placed a hand on Niwa- Niwa, right? Oh, whatever I’ll call him Daisuke. She placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up at me.

“Ravencroth Gavin is my name.”

“Hello. I am Harada Risa.”

I noticed a blue-haired dude glaring at me from a distance. Okay, I know people like to pick on the new kid, hell I did it all the time, but I didn’t even do anything. At least I always let the new kid trip or do something stupid first.

“Well, we’ll see you around!”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Jaa ne!”

“Bye.”

Risa and Daisuke ran off. Blue-haired dude still glaring… okay… Now I’m just uncomfortable…

Daisuke

It’s Wednesday and Ravencroth is back. He looks different with the school uniform than with the black cloak he was wearing when I last saw him. Word spread out fast about his coming in. Our school sure is welcoming…

“Hello Ravencroth!” I greeted.

“Oh, hey… um… Daisuke, right?”

Everyone blinked. All eyes turned to me. Heh… heh…

Gavin

Um… Shit. Did I say something stupid? But, I studied the book! Oh wait… I could have said I loved him! NO!

“I know in America you address people by first names, but here you address them by their surnames.” The blue-haired dude said. Then he just left. Where’d he go…? Okay, that guy is weird. If he’s going for the mysterious loner type, he’s more of a creepy bastard that keeps glaring at me!

Oh! Yeah… I tend to drift from my thoughts… But…Whatever happened to last names being said… last? But, I guess I have to accept the culture. Now if only I could remember…

“Nika? No. Nira. No. Niwa! There we go!”

“Heh… Very good.” Daisuke blushed. I guess I embarrassed him… Hey I’d be embarrassed too if someone just said- wait no. Well I guess if he said my middle name…

“Saehara Takeshi.”

A rough palm shook mine. Some guy with a badge that read “Press” was in front of me.

“Ravencroth Gavin.”

“Harada Riku.”

“Didn’t you have longer hair?”

“Oh, you met my sister.” She grumbled. Okay, was that an insult? I’m not doing so good… Well, so much for the “new start”.

The other one piped up, “Harada Risa!”

“Twins… Nice.”

“Hiwatari-kun! Come over here!”

And there he was: the blue-haired dude who called himself: Hiwatari Satoshi. He glared. Once again, didn’t do anything… yet… I looked away in order not to get frustrated and noticed Daisuke’s hair.

Daisuke

Why is he staring at my… head?

/Looks like he’s checking you out/

Dark!

/He’s staring at you…/

Gavin

His hair… odd hair, really, but it looks so soft. Like a bunny… well maybe not a bunny, maybe a fox. Foxes are red and his hair is red… I wonder if it is soft. Eh, I’ll find out. I reached over and…

Daisuke

He touched my hair…

Satoshi

He touched him!

Dark

Looks like creepy bastard has some competition…

Gavin

It IS soft!

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