Disclaimer: I do not own D.N. Angel, but I own the hands that typed this and the thoughts that created it. Course, that's excluding the original manga's idea conception.

)*(Gold That Does Not Shine)*(

By: Fireflower19

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Desperate despair. And I am the cause of it. I give this gift to every single Hikari. Doing this to the talented, yet pathetic lineage time after time gives me a certain amount of satisfaction. But, it also coincides with a strange feeling of loneliness.

To hurt one automatically marks you as an outcast. However, you will not find me complaining about this. I have absolutely no intention of becoming one with the idiotic masses that call themselves "homosapiens".

The very idea is disgusting. I am not like them; I was not fully created by them. It is not their magic that fuels me.

To join with them, after what they did to my other half and I by trapping us into human bodies, is a disgrace. But, my so called other half fights for them. It is typical of a mouse to scurry before something that it can not fully understand.

But, neither do I understand them, yet I... could never do what he does. They, who called us into this world, deserve nothing but endless pain and suffering. How ironic that it is us who serve this fate and not them. Well, us along with "my everything". I am sharing our pain, so he understands as well. To a certain point. Of course, he is undoubtedly very precious to me. I never lie when I call him my everything.

Without him, whom is a part of me, I can not exist. And no existence means no Dark. I cannot have that. For as horrible as it is, I must have Dark understand our plight. He is like me; of me! He must be made to understand!

We should not love! It should go against our very nature! We, who were created and destroy the lives that we inhabit, should not love!

The emotion can end up destroying us in the long run.

How might one such as me know this? Because, I have loved. Do still love. Deeply, in fact. How can I not hold love for my own self? Or, should I rephrase that to say "selves"?

Yes, I love the traitor that is Dark Mousy. And I want to kill him. Honestly, it is more like I want to kill the Niwa brat and remake Dark. We can become one entity again.

By overtaking the Hikari, and bidding my time, all I need is a few simple artworks, or rather curses to do so.

The Second Hand of Time was suppose to keep the brat's spirit to die, along with her deteriorating self. If that had been successful, I could have taken the Hikari body and used what remain of the magics within to... Ah. But that is a lost cause now.

I will keep trying; I will keep fighting, until Dark sees the light and joins me. Eventually, we will fly free. However, it is partially up to him if that includes having a physical form, or not.

I have a feeling... that he'll chose death for us. And maybe if such a thing comes to pass, I – we – can be reborn without these smothering feelings of hatred.

Haha.

It is also ironic that life is like a curse to another curse, is it not?

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A/N: My mood has obviously been "dark", hasn't it?

Yes, I know. That was a horrible pun.

Guess it can't be helped; the mood I mean, not the play on words. I'm going through a tough time right now. (Aren't we all?)

My chaotic thoughts are spawning plenty of one-shots, but it's making my multiple chapter fan fictions suffer.

Anyway! Cheerios and all that rubbish. Please share your thoughts and leave some much appreciated feedback. I mean, you obviously have fingers and eyeballs in which to work with and help you, so like um, you could review.

^_^ Thanks for reading!