Disclaimer: Being of sound mind, I, Fireflower19, do not claim ownership of D.N. Angel.
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By: Fireflower19
A/N: A reference is made to Poke'mon here, but it is not technically a crossover. And, as I've said, it's not necessary but I do recommend reading my previous story "The Phoenix, The Flame and The Leaf of Mary J" before this. You'll then know how the phoenixes came to be, as well as learn what changed a bit of the boys' attitudes toward one another.
And thank you, Sapphiet, for helping spawn this by calling Dark a phoenix whisperer and a poke'mon trainer wanna-be. Because of you a spin-off came sooner, rather than later. ^_^ Enjoy!
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"Ugghhh," Dark complained, as he lounged on the couch in the living room. He nursed a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup, occasionally plucking a tissue from the small decorated box beside him to wipe his red nose. Which was sore, as it never seemed to want to stop dripping.
"Dai, dud you fall asleeb?" Dark asked to the redheaded Tamer inside his head. The words had come out funny because of his stuffy nose. It was surprising his sinuses still had anything in there to be stopped up with. Sometimes it was weird just being human.
Daisuke didn't answer. The kaito was forced to suffer alone.
"Ugghhh," he complained again.
"Dark, what's the matter, honey?" Emiko came from the kitchen, drying her hands on a dishtowel. Dark cringed at the title "honey", but at this point he was desperate.
"Emiko, I can'd dake dis amymore," he whined, ending with a powerful sneeze that jerked the entire couch. It caused With, whom was asleep on top, to fall off and land on the floor behind. "Kyuu!"
"It's just a small cold. You were flying in the rain too long last night. It'll pass soon enough. Sooner if you drink some Theraflu." Dark backed into the wall of pillows behind him, feeling sicker just thinking about the awful stuff. Emiko didn't fail to notice. "You can't even taste right now." She put her hands on her hips and stared at him expectantly.
"Yeah, bud somehow dhat stuff still manages to daste horrendous."
"It would be a miracle you could taste at all, then." Emiko rolled her eyes before turning back for the kitchen. She wasn't getting the medicine to force on him, was she?
"Ugghhh."
"Do that one more time, Dark, and I will fix that drink for you," she warned. Dark promptly shut his mouth, but was forced to open it again as he couldn't breathe. Watery amethyst watered even more and dripped along with his nose.
"ACK-CHOO!"
"Kyuu!" There went With again. The fluff ball thudded hard against the floor for such a little guy.
I hate this...
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Some time later on the couch, an irritated Dark started waking up in the back of his Tamer's mind. An opening theme song played on the television. It was kinda catchy.
I want to be the very best,
Like no one ever was.
"I hab'ent seen dis show in foreber," Daisuke said, sounding almost happy. How could he be when they felt so terrible? Daisuke swallowed, and Dark grit his teeth until the scratchy sensation passed.
'Dark, you may like this.'
Dark was thankful for link-speak. It didn't hurt to talk, and the words came out clear as he replied: 'Why?' A simple word for his stretched patience. Wouldn't do to snap; Daisuke was in the same boat as him.
'Well, the show is called Poke'mon. It's short for pocket monsters. In the show people raise them and train them. Most battle against others as a team to earn badges, showing how great they can work together. I think it's cool because it shows regular people working alongside supernatural creatures.'
'So it gives you a sense of acceptance with our situation?'
'Sort of..." Daisuke's mental voice trailed off on a wistful note. A pang echoed in Dark's heart. Because of the thief's "endless existence", Daisuke couldn't quite feel like he fit in with his normal peers. The kaito felt a rare brooding mood coming on, but snapped out of it before Daisuke could catch on.
'Let's watch it, then.'
Daisuke smiled as he reached for the controllers to turn the volume up. They were lucky—all the first episodes were playing in a marathon. Dark quickly found himself wanting a pikachu.
'I'd get shocked too much,' Daisuke laughed. 'I want a charmander. They are more gentle.'
'A redhead attracted to fire. Big surprise,' Dark teased, then laughed as Team Rocket "blasted" off again. 'Bulbasaur's got attitude!'
'What about Squirtle?'
'The gangsta turtle?'
Daisuke busted out laughing. Dark was pleased that being sick wasn't quite so bad anymore. They could almost forget about it as they watched the reruns back to back.
'You know,' Daisuke said after a while, "when you threw those phoenix chicks at Krad, you should have said "I choose you!" instead of fire one and two.'
'In that case, why don't we set something up with Satoshi?'
'Ehhh?' The redhead blushed lightly. 'He wouldn't be into Poke'mon!'
'Come on! We both have phoenix chicks that could fit into a poke'ball! We can train them to fight and have a poke'mon battle!'
'But where would we get a poke'ball?'
'From the store. Duh.'
Daisuke rolled his eyes. 'Duh! Those aren't real!'
'They don't have to be real. The chicks are small. Duh. If you want real, the Hikari could curse some into existence.'
'WHAT? We don't need to go that far...'
'So the idea intrigues you.' Dark grinned knowingly.
'Maybe a little...' Daisuke tapped his two index fingers together almost guiltily. 'I don't see how we'll get Satoshi to play along, though.'
'Leave it to me.'
The mother phoenix came down the stairs, stalling the two's conversation while leading her clutch of seven chicks. Some were red-gold, others white, but most were a mixture between the two. With perked his head up, regarding them with a look one might have when they weren't sure how to react. The mother phoenix hadn't wanted With too close after she'd started nesting. It really hurt his feelings.
Dark took control for a second to pet his fluffy head and long ears affectionately.
"It'll work out, buddy," he assured. Amethyst eyes blinked, looking astonished. "That came out clear!" Dark felt like cheering, and Daisuke smiled, taking control back. 'Yay for a supernatural healing rate and immune system!' The redhead chuckled.
A sharp whistle stopped the birds' trek to the kitchen. They all faced Daisuke with attention.
"Which one of you wants to train with me? It'll be tough," the Wing Tamer warned. A pure red-gold chick with slightly lighter wings stepped forward rowdily, extending his tiny limbs and scratching at the air with his little feet. He was the only male of the group. Poor fella was tired of all the mundane estrogen day in and day out. When Daisuke's crimson eyes looked to the mother phoenix for permission, she bowed her head and continued on with her clutch, leaving only her rambunctious one behind.
"Come here," Daisuke called, and the chick ran to jump on his blanket covered lap. With kyuued, and the chick tilted his head up at him. "This will also be good for some father-son bonding. I now dub you, Torch, which will be short for Tor-chic." The redhead tapped the downy forehead and the chick blinked, squawking up at him happily. "You almost look like one."
'Huh?'
"It's a poke'mon that comes later on in the series."
'All right. All we need now is a poke'ball, a place to battle, and a certain someone.'
"Go on for your lunch," Daisuke told Torch. After the little guy bounced off, Daisuke link-spoke: 'How do you intend to get Satoshi in on this?'
'Simple. Get the phone and let me talk with your voice.'
He barely hesitated before grabbing the cordless on the lamp stand behind him. An unexpected knock had Daisuke stiffening. He automatically looked around for any sign of the phoenixes as With darted underneath the couch. The one little chick hadn't made it to the kitchen yet. The Tamer snapped his fingers and pointed to an antique candle stand. Torch looked back, then obeyed, launching to the top of the stand. Another snap of fingers had him burning like a simple flame.
"Not in the stove! Go to the fireplace!" Emiko suddenly yelled in the kitchen. "Who taught her this anyway?"
Oops... Maybe that wasn't such a great idea...
"Need me to get the door?" Kosuke peeked out of their basement, a book about different types of phoenixes in his right hand.
"Yes!" Emiko practically wailed.
Kosuke averted his eyes from the chaos in kitchen doorway and walked to the front door. "Good afternoon," he greeted kindly once he opened it.
"Good afternoon. I'm here to visit Daisuke and bring him his homework," Takeshi's speedy voice came from beyond the father's tall figure.
"Thank you. Come on in." Kosuke opened the door wider. Takeshi preceded by hurrying in, rushing to Daisuke, and dumping a boatload of papers on his lap. The redhead groaned.
"You getting any better?"
Daisuke looked up and laughed a little nervously. "Yes, actually." And so began a half hour of talking before his friend had to scramble home to make dinner.
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A/N: Next chapter we get to see if Satoshi will actually play along, or if Dark and Daisuke are out of luck. Is Dark going to have to throw a store brought poke'ball at the bluenette's head? What do you guys think will happen?