Because the last one was long, this one is short… blah. It's where I want it to be. Last Chapter: 2,872 words. This chapter: 756 words.

Broken Angels

Red Suspicions

Daisuke moved in closer to Story, bringing their lips closer… making the space between them smaller and smaller with each passing millisecond. Daisuke stopped just as he felt her hot breath on his cool lips. It happened again.

A searing pain shot through him, making him clutch the wooden bench for support. He began to shake.

Why here? Why now?

He cursed as he pulled away and held his center, trying to keep it together, trying to keep it from falling apart.

"D-Daisuke?" Story asked. Daisuke stepped away, groaning in pain. He dropped to his knee and held the back of the bench, trying to push the pain down, trying to suppress it.

"No!" he gasped. "Not now…." He grunted and lowered his head. He struggled for breath as the pain worsened. He collapsed to the ground and yelled out in pain. He felt soft hands touching him, trying to comfort him, but he couldn't tell whose they were. He heard his name distantly, but he couldn't call back to them. He clutched fabric and screamed in pain.

The hands became arms that held him close to a warm body. He trembled into it as the distant voice hushed him.

He opened his eyes and saw white. He looked towards the sky, his vision shaking, and looked at Story. He smiled at her, trying to stay conscious. He touched her cheek and everything went black.

When he woke up, he was home. He groaned and rolled over only to land on the floor. He barked out in surprise and looked around. He was in his living room… on the floor… next to the sofa.

When did he get here?

Daisuke grumbled and held his head. The headache he somehow sustained was killing him.

"Dark, what happened?" Daisuke asked.

"Search me."

"Did you feel it too?" Daisuke said as he got to his knees. In his head, he saw Dark nodding. Daisuke groaned. "How am I going to stop this? And how did I get home?"

"I called your parents." Daisuke whirled around and automatically regretted it. He felt a wave of dizziness slap him in the face. Story leaned against the doorway, looking at her blue slippers. "I didn't know what else to do…. I was scared, Daisuke. When I saw Dark, I knew I couldn't call the hospital, so I took your cell phone and called your parents. They came right away and…" She stared shaking. "But by the time they arrived, Dark was already gone and you were cold and I thought you were dead."

Daisuke stood up and swayed, trying to gain control and balance. Story rushed to him and helped him sit down. Daisuke wrapped his arms around her comfortingly and nuzzled into the crook of her neck for his own comfort.

"Sorry, Story." Daisuke thought for a moment before asking, "How did you see Dark? Did I turn into him?"

He felt her shake her head slightly. Daisuke closed his eyes as Story explained. "It was more like he was a ghost… he was like your mirror… it was strange. I don't know how to explain it."

"You don't have to; I know what you're talking about." Daisuke assured. He sighed and breathed in her scent. She smelled of pine trees. There were no pine trees in the park they were in. That must be her natural scent. It was a wonderful scent.

"Daisuke… this happened before, didn't it? What's happening to you?" Story's voice was cracking.

"I dunno," he said truthfully. "Yeah, this happened many times before… I don't even know what happened."

"I have a theory," a voice rang in Daisuke's head. It wasn't Dark's voice. Daisuke sat up and looked at Story.

"Twilight has a theory," Story translated.

"I heard," Daisuke said stiffly. "Go on."

He heard Twilight. He heard a being that was in someone else's body. He was used to Dark's being, but Twilight wasn't supposed to do that. He wasn't supposed to hear her or feel her or anything. What was going on?

"He might be the Red Angel."

"I'm not, I can't be…."

Story looked at Daisuke, confused. "Was Dark thinking the same thing?"

Daisuke shook his head and whispered, "I hear Twilight."