Chibi Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel or any business-related partners thereof.
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~ Invitation ~
Niwa Daisuke nearly jumped out of his seat as his friend slapped his hand down along with something else onto the desk. "I'm holding my first birthday party!" said Takeshi brightly.
Before the red-head could regain his senses, Takeshi had left. Daisuke finally realized the excited boy was moving on to his next victim as he heard the sound of flesh hitting wood. He wondered if anyone had ever told Takeshi that birthday invitations were handed out weeks, not a day, in advance. The nine year-old sighed, picking up the card that had been left on top of his homework. Flipping it open, Daisuke found his best friend's address along with the time and date of the party.
He became absorbed in his thoughts as to what his friend would like best for his first birthday party when the classroom door opened. Wondering why the teacher had come in so early, Daisuke looked up. Wide jewel red eyes met flashing glacier blue. The easily flustered boy fought the urge to squeak, cheeks feeling hot.
A boy holding up a folded card appeared before Hiwatari Satoshi, interrupting his unexpected staring contest. Satoshi turned his gaze to his classmate, patiently waiting for an explanation as to why his entrance to the noise-filled room was barred.
Takeshi struggled to keep the usual cheerfulness in his voice. "My birthday is tomorrow." The words from his mouth sounded oddly formal.
Standing in the doorway, he took the card from his classmate's hand. Adjusting his glasses, Satoshi silently read its contents.
Discovering it was easier to talk without an icy glare aimed for him, Takeshi spoke freely. "You don't hafta go if you don't wanna. Just stop by if you feel like it."
He tucked the invite into his shirt pocket, giving a single nod of thanks in Takeshi's direction. Finding his way clear, Satoshi walked towards his seat.
As he strode past the last aisle, the child glanced out of the corner of his glasses. Apparently Daisuke had taken advantage of the distraction aka Takeshi and was now concentrating on an invisible point out the window, blush still faintly visible on his face.
He sat down behind the shorter boy. Satoshi felt something unrecognizable tugging at his chest as he noted the classmate in front him stiffen. He mentally waved it off, believing it was the card poking him through his shirt.
The teacher walked in and the class rose in unison. "Good morning sensei!"
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Daisuke skipped home, book bag thumping against his legs and Takashi's card in hand. His silent meeting with Satoshi had been blissfully forgotten. The boy halted at the front gate to reach up and undo the latch. It was a difficult task due to his height. Finally, he opened the door. Daisuke stepped in, and the ground promptly opened beneath him.
When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, the red-head looked out across the passage. Lasers crisscrossed in a loose grid pattern approximately 5 centimeters above the ground beginning a meter in front of him and ending at the seemingly far away exit.
He walked forward, avoiding them easily. Halfway through the corridor, Daisuke frowned down at the lasers. "Weren't they much lower?"
The grid was rising. It had already gone up 20 centimeters. He quickened his pace, half-jumping as he neared the end. When there were only a few steps to go, the lasers had become too high to go over and there was not enough room to jump. Thinking fast, Daisuke crouched down and crawled on his hands and knees for the remaining distance.
Just as he straightened to reach the door, a pair of arms wrapped around him and pulled the boy into the house.
"Welcome home Dai-chan! Perfect score today!" gushed Emiko. She patted his head affectionately before releasing him.
"Okaa-san, I need to get a present for Saehara-kun's birthday party tomorrow." He handed over the invitation to his mother.
She did not seem at all troubled by the short notice. "About time his father did something for him," declared Emiko. She skipped into the kitchen. "We'll go shopping after dinner, okay Dai-chan?"
"Hai!" Daisuke went upstairs to his room.
As he removed his homework from the book bag, there was a loud expectant "Kyuu!" from behind. Smiling, the nine year-old reached out to With. The furry bundle leaped forward and buried against young Daisuke's chest. "Kyuu!" With said happily.
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GD~ This is my first DN Angel fic so I'm real sorry if it's not up to your standards.
Verumon~ She came up with this when she was flipping though manga book #3, constantly squealing over all the chibi drawings. GD wasn't going to write this, but when she saw chibi Krad and Dark back-to-back in #4, she freaked out cuz of all the chibi-ness and gave in.
GD~ Veru, you make me sound like a weakling…
Verumon~ *snickers* Don't the truth hurt.