Summary: When a girl, Demi, moves to Italy and attends Azumano High School, she meets Krad and Dark. Both angels seem to know her, and both are fond of her. Unfortunately for Demi, her incarnation's past is about to catch up with her. What's a girl to do when she's being manipulated, given a difficult assignment, and dealing with raging hormones? R&R, please.

Disclaimer: I cannot draw worth a damn. How the hell d'you think I could own such a beautifully done manga/Anime?

Author's Note: The plot's going to go by slowly. I'm tired of seeing fics in which the girl finds out about her past in the same day she attends the school. Has anyone else noticed that this always happens? Well anyways, I will be using a new character in this story. Wh00t!

Demi: Yeah. If you don't like OCs, then don't read it!

Dark: Why do people read things they know they won't like, anyway?

Krad: It's almost as stupid as you, Dark!

Dark: Why you-

Demi: ANYWAYS!

Dark and Krad: -blink-

Hotaru: I know, I know. I already posted this story. Originally, it had been a fic with Demi in it and set in Japan, but I changed it because I'd never done a YOU-IN-THE-STORY fanfiction and I wanted to try it. I had to update this, because I now have the first DVD of this Anime and all the houses were victorian! Even the guy who plays Daisuke's voice said in the commentary "What's up the accordian background music? It's like Italy or something..." and Vic (the guy who plays Dark) goes, "Yeah, it is Italy." Now that I think about it, that does make more sense. After all, Japan isn't a very big artsy place. Italy is as BIG part of the history of art. And also! Thing is, I had already promised my friend she could be… someone important that will be coming up soon, and she didn't want to be a 'you'. Soooo… I reposted this with Demi in it. Plus it makes more sense.

Krad: What if a really pretty person read this story, and saw the part where Dark calls Demi plain?

Dark: That person might get offended! Plus, I'd never call a pretty girl plain. Just Demi, since she is plain.

Hotaru: Exactly. And that's why I'm reposting this, with my plain ol' Demi in it.

Demi: -grits teeth- On with Chapter One: Dreams.

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"How could you do this! I loved you! I loved you!" The shrill female voice rang throughout the silence of the night. Tears could be seen streaming down a woman's cheeks in the moonlight from under her hood, but her eyes were hidden from view. She seemed to be looking in the direction of a silhouette of a winged man.

"Just because you were my first love, doesn't mean you're my only love… I'm sorry," the man called out to her.

She growled and shoved her hand in his direction, a thick and large vine growing out of the nearest building. "Sorry? SORRY! You abandoned me for her! Even if your other half loved her, you didn't have to love her back!" The vine swiped at the man, but he dodged and pierced it with a feather, black as night. The feather dissolved the vine.

"You don't understand!" the male snarled irritably. "I can't make people fall in love! He couldn't- wouldn't- fall in love with you… if I didn't give in and love his sacred maiden back, I may not be reborn…" he trailed off.

"No, you don't understand," the woman shrieked, thrusting both arms in his direction. Three vines sprouted from the ground and lashed at him. Again, he dissolved them with ease.

"I guess you leave me no choice. These innocents will suffer if you release your anger!" He threw many black feathers at her. Some pierced her clothes and pinned her to the building behind her, while others pierced her flesh.

The woman cried out in pain. Tears streamed in constant rivers of sorrow down her cheeks as equally sorrowful streams of blood flowed down her body. The man's eyes- both a dark amethyst- softened as he stared wistfully at her.

"I'm not… angry…" the woman choked out, a feather stuck in her neck causing her to have difficulty speaking without pain. "I… I'm heart… bro… ken," she breathed, allowing her body to go limp. One could assume her eyes were closed in a slumber of death.

The man looked away, and, in the moonlight, his eyes shimmered with a thin layer of tears. "I'll always love you, Rayen… even if I'm supposed to love another…" With that, he spread his wings and took off.

A gasp in the dark sounded throughout the room. The moonlight seeped in through the large window, but just barely crept over the bed. Hazel eyes with flecks of pale green in them darted around the room as the owner of these orbs panted. "Wha… what was that dream?" asked a female voice. Luckily for the girl, the room wasn't unbearably silent, due to the fact her fan whirred above her. Still, though, she felt like she was burning up and that it was too quiet.

Kicking off her blanket, she snatched a black scrunchie off of her bedside table and drew her straight brown hair into a high ponytail. After completing the task, the brunette walked over to the window and opened it. She climbed onto the windowsill and cast a look over her shoulder into her room. The small, cozy room had cardboard boxes stacked everywhere. Glaring at them, she turned back around and proceeded to climb out of her window.

She stood on the sill, looking for a way up to her roof. The femme hoped that she'd be able to get up there. She had loved looking at the nighttime nature and listening to the sounds of the night back in Florida, and if she couldn't do that at her new home, then she'd be even unhappier about moving toItaly than she already was. Unfortunately, there wasn't anywhere to put her feet as she tried to climb up, and the brunette fell backwards with a scream. Oh, how she wished her parents were home. But no, they left her alone in the night to attend a party, which left her to cling to the branch she caught herself on.

She began to sob. "Why? Why me?" she whined as tears leaked out from her eyes. Her body swayed back and forth with her sobs. "I just want my life to go right! Where's my guardian angel gone?" The girl said in English, her American accent evident in her voice.

As if to answer her call, a figure swooped down from the sky and scooped her up into masculine arms. The girl shrieked and clung to the man's white robes, burying her face in his shoulder so she wouldn't have to see what was happening. "Please!" she screamed, still speaking in English. Although she knew Italian, she wasn't quite used to speaking it all the time. "Don't hurt me!" Why was it that her parents'- as well as her neighbors'- boss just had to have a party tonight? Now she was going to be killed or kidnapped or raped or something. Great.

The air stopped rushing around them, and she heard the familiar whirling of her fan's blades. "What, may I ask, is your name," questioned a male in Italian, with a slight accent that she couldn't place((A/N: In the DVD, Krad has a Russian accent... or German or something)). Hazel eyes went wide and the girl pushed herself away from the man, falling onto her bed behind her. She squinted her eyes, and could slightly make out a long ponytail of golden hair… which got nearer… and nearer… and nearer… until she could finally feel warm breath on her face. The girl squinched her eyes shut and tilted her head away, and could feel lips press against her jaw.

"Um… Demi…" she murmured. She blinked when the lips and the breath disappeared. Demi could've sworn she saw a pair of pale blue eyes before she lay down and fell asleep again.

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The next morning, Demi awakened to find her parents still asleep. She sighed and ran a hand through her brown hair, which now hung down because her ponytail was so loose. "That was a strange dream… I dreamt that one thing, then I dreamt about that blond dude…" she mused aloud. Demi got started on her daily morning ritual: shower, get ready for school, eat, and leave.

She stopped in the doorway of her new two-story house, a memory coming back to her.

Demi walked into her home, a boring one-story house, after spending a week at a beach home with her best friend and her best friend's family.

"How was your week, sweetie?" asked a loving female voice: her mom. Demi's eyes had averted from the hall to her real mom, smiling at the curly-haired blonde.

"It was great! The beach house had a balcony and was three stories tall!" she exclaimed as she followed her mother into the dining room, where food was laid and the table was set. Her father sat at the head of the table, as usual. Demi sighed dreamily. "I wish we had a balcony… or at least a two-story house."

Demi fixed her clothes- a pair of loose jeans and a plain white T-shirt- and locked the door before she exited the house and closed the door behind her. The sadness was obvious in her eyes as she pulled her still slightly wet hair into a low ponytail. People hated her here. Hell, she figured every other county hated Americans. She didn't blame them, since Demi hated America too. They were all so arrogant when it came to other cultures. Demi had been an avid Anime/videogame/JPOP fan, and had always been teased about it.

Sure,Anime was made inEurope as well as Japan,but when her father andItalian stepmother announced that they were going to move to Italy, Demi had been crushed. Move? To Italy? Didn't they know that, though Demi had idolized Anime, that wasn't what she wanted? There was the whole learning another language thing. Demi had planned to learn the language anyway, but she'd planned to learn it at a slow pace. Now, her step mom tested her every day on her Italian! All her learning had gone by so fast, and most of it was done by cramming, which put a lot on unwanted stress on Demi.

Then, there was the most horrible fact of all: she had to leave everything- her friends, her school, the Circle K she used to go to every Friday for snacks after school, her language, the rest of her family, her hometown, and her boyfriend. Demi's eyes watered at the thought of him. He wasn't her boyfriend any more, she remembered. She'd told him she was leaving forItaly two weeks before she actually started packing, and the next day, she found him with one of the cheerleaders in the janitor's closet. It hadn't been pretty, and then she had to go through two weeks of seeing them together.

Finally, she arrived at the school. She was late by fifteen minutes, and, as she passed the Attendance Office on her way to the Main Office, the woman in the Attendance Office's window called out to her that she needed a pass. Demi turned to her to answer that she was new, and had to get her uniform, when the woman said, "Oh, honey… what's wrong? Did you get dumped?"

Demi sucked in a breath and nodded. "Y-yeah… I did…" she said in her flawless Italian. She silently thanked her step mom, even if the training she'd gone through had been taxing.

"Well, you seem like a nice girl. Some boys can be so horrible. So, what happened?" the woman questioned.

"I… would rather not talk about it," Demi answered as she lowered her eyes to the floor.

"Oh, well, just know you can come to me if you ever have boy trouble." She flashed a warm smile to Demi, who raised a brow. "I'm Nakashima Cho, by the way. No relation to Nakashima Mika, that one JPOPsinger. What's you name, dear?"

"…Craig Demi…" she said hesitantly. It felt weird to say her last name first.

"Deh-mee?" Cho repeated. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Demi-chan. I hope I'll see you around," she finished as she turned to her desk. Demi blinked confusedly at the website she was on, something about 'Gallery of Pictures of the Oh-So-Sexy Bishounen, the Phantom Thief Dark'. Demi put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. Must've been some Anime guy or something.

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"I am not wearing that," Demi said firmly for the hundredth time. After a long enrollment process and a few phone calls to verify thather parents were going to lether attend this school, this perky woman working in the Main Office had shoved a uniform in her face. She didn't know if there were any male teachers or staff in this school, but she was sure as hell not going to give any of the male students a chance at peeking when she'd walk up the stairs.

"Craig-san, you must." The woman insisted irately. "It's the school dress code."

"Can't I wear pants?" Demi pleaded.

"No. We do not mix and match our uniforms. If we were to give you a boy's uniform's pants and let you wear the girl's uniform's shirt, then if we get another new student, we may not be able to give them the uniform they want- their correct uniform," she explained. Demi could tell she was getting on this woman's nerves.

"Then give me a boy's uniform."

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Demi smirked in triumph as she stopped in front of her classroom at Azumano High: Class 1A ((A/N: I have no idea how Japanese/Italian schools work, besides the fact that some of them have class on Saturdays for a few hours, too. Please bear with me)). She didn't bother with tucking in her boy's shirt into her uniform's maroon pants. The stupid uniform was already too small. She could've sworn the lady gave her a small one on purpose, just to annoy Demi. Shrugging, Demi opened the door to the classroom and walked in. She dug into her pocket to retrieve the note the lady had said to give to her teacher, which Demi had folded many times, and threw it to the male teacher.

"Ah, yes. I was expecting you, Craig-san…" The old man smiled at her. "I'm Uematsu-san. Just Uematsu-san. Go ahead and tell us a little about yourself."

Demi nodded and turned to the class, looking around before she said anything. A girl with short mahogany hair and brown eyes waved at her. Another girl who looked a lot like the first girl- except she had longer hair- was giggling to a group of girls. Demi swore she could hear her whisper something like, "What a weirdo! She's wearing a boy's uniform!" A boy with vivid red hair was watching her blankly, though a slight pink tint was in his cheeks. A blue-haired guy was staring at her with a bored expression. They were the only two not staring at her chest.

Demi crossed her arms over her chest to hide it, knowing her stupid white shirt was so tight that her bra probably showed through. Peachy. "I'm Craig Demi. I just moved here from America two days ago. I'm fifteen, like most of you are, and I realize I am wearing a boy's uniform. And y'know what? I don't think I'm a weirdo for doing so." She cast a glare at the popular group around that one longhaired girl. "At least I'm not walking around in a short skirt so everyone can have a peek when I go up the stairs," she finished with a smug smile.

Many of the boys began whispering, most saying, "Why didn't we think of that?" or "We should try that next time we're going up the stairs!" The gossiping girl and her gang began to say mean things about Demi for making their leader look stupid, and some of the other girls in the class blushed at Demi's logic.

"That's enough, Craig-san," Uematsu-san said sternly. "Take a seat next to Harada Riku, please. Harada-san, please raise you hand." The shorthaired girl who had waved raised her hand, and Demi smiled at her as she sat down. "Now, go back to working those problems I've assigned. Craig-san… just get the assignment from Harada-san and take the book on your desk home to do for homework." Demi nodded.

Riku handed her two pieces of paper. One had the assignment written on it, as well as some notes Demi would need in order to understand it. The other was a note.

You're so right about what you said. How'd you manage to get a boy's uniform? I wish I could have. –Riku

Demi smiled and wrote back, Thanks for the notes, and the… uh… compliment? I annoyed the lady who works in the Main Office and I wouldn't leave until she gave me something other than the girl's uniform's short skirt. She probably gave me the boy's uniform just so she could get rid of me. Demi put a cheekily smiling chibi face of herself next to her message.

The class went by quickly. Riku and Demi passed notes the whole time, and somehow Riku managed to finish her work so she could turn it in. As the two new friends exited the class, they passed by the longhaired girl's group, who was giggling about a Phantom Thief. "That's my sister, Risa. We're twins, but we're nothing alike in personality. She hangs out with the popular group, and I hang out with the people who actually want to be your friends." We laughed, but stopped when he heard a shrill shriek from one of the girls.

"AND I HEARD HE'S GOING TO STEAL THE TRAPPED BLOSSOM TONIGHT!" the girl squealed.

"Hey, Riku? Who's that Phantom Thief person?" Demi asked.

Riku huffed and crossed her arms. "He's a jerk who stole my first kiss. He's a dirty pervert, too, 'cause he's a peeping tom."

Demi wrinkled her nose. "What an ass. And he steals things too?" Riku nodded. "What's the Trapped Blossom?"

Riku blinked and thought for a moment.Italy had a vast variety of artworks and statues, so it was hard to remember them all sometimes. She snapped her fingers when she remembered. "Oh! It's this one statue that was found on the side of a building. It's of a cloaked girl trapped by feathers with blossoming vines wrapping around her." She lowered her voice, "Legend has it that she was heartbroken and killed by her own lover. They say that an angel gave her a kiss, which enabled her to possess her reincarnation and kill the angel's nemesis."

Demi stared at her blankly, and then burst out laughing. "Good God! What kinda crap is that!" Riku laughed, too, though so many weird things have happened in the past year that she wouldn't be surprised if something like that happened. Demi sighed. "Still, though. It's a cool story. And the statue sounds really pretty."

"Yeah. I doubt Dark's gonna get it. I heard that this couple is going to buy it today at noon, so I think this will be one thing the pervert won't get." Riku smirked and crossed her arms. "Serves him right."

Through the rest of the day, Demi wondered about the legend of the Trapped Blossom statue. While staring out the window at her left, her dream came back to her. Demi's hazel optics widened. 'Was my dream…' she thought, but stopped her thoughts. Riku had said an angel kissed the girl that had been trapped. Sighing with relief, since her dream hadn't had that in it, she closed her eyes. Demi had a feeling her dream was still somehow connected to the statue. In all the Animes and videogames she'd ever had, the pretty girl in the story would have a strange dream, and then her life would turn topsy-turvy.

Demi laughed quietly. 'No… I'm sure nothing's going to happen, then.' She thought. She thought this because Demi was not lovely like Risa, Risa's friends, or Riku, which meant she couldn't possibly be the 'pretty girl in the story'. Demi stood at 5'2", because of her Greek blood from her dad's side, and she leaned toward the chubby side. Hence, she had bigger breasts than most of the skinny Japanese girls in her classes, as well as a better-shaped butt. Hey, you have to admit: bigger girls have bigger goods. Demi's hair was a plain brown and hung to her waist and was frizzy. It wasn't layered or anything like Risa's hair, though. She had very light freckles around her nose and the tops of her cheeks, and her skin was scattered with light brown sun kisses from being under the Florida sun so much in her life. ((A/N: No, not moles, people. Moles are elevated dark spots. Sun kisses are just dark spots.)) Due to the sun, she was also cream coloured. Not pale, not tan, but in-between: cream coloured. Her hazel eyes were so plain and boring. She wished they could at least be completely green instead of having green flecks in them. Now the hazel eyes began to water with tears. 'No wonder Drew dumped me… I'm ugly…' she thought sadly.

In the seat to Demi's left, Daisuke's head turned toward Demi without his permission. 'Dark… what's wrong?' he thought to the thief.

:I feel like I know her…: Dark's deep voice thought back.

Daisuke tilted his head at Demi, who was so deep in thought she didn't even notice that he was watching her eyes tear up slightly. She was biting her lower lip and not blinking, as if to try to expose the tears to so much air that they dried up, so she wouldn't have to cry. 'Really?'

Dark shrugged in Daisuke's mind. :Nah. I couldn't know an unattractive girl.:

Daisuke's brows furrowed. 'Dark! That's mean!'

"Daisuke-san, I know I'm horrendously ugly, but could you please not stare?" Demi joked with a smile, though her eyes were sad. Daisuke could tell she was faking it.

:See? Even she agrees with me.: Dark said. He snickered as Daisuke frowned.

"You're not ugly, Demi-san…" he trailed off, however. After all, Daisuke's heart belonged to Riku. But he was saying the truth. Demi wasn't extremely grotesque, but then she wasn't a beauty queen, either. She was… "Just plain," Daisuke- or, should I say, Dark?- continued. Daisuke glared at Dark for taking control of him for that moment. 'Dark!' he scolded.

:What? I know you think so, too. I can read your thoughts, y'know.: Daisuke gulped slightly, seeing as Dark was right.

Demi's eyes became even more sullen. "Yeah…" she said with a forced giggle. Daisuke immediately felt bad and proceeded to lecture Dark on how that was not what you said to a depressed girl, whether she was plain or not.

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"Plain…" Demi muttered on her way home. She opened the door to her house and…

"SURPRISE!" her dad yelled. Demi yelped and fell backward. Standing up, she looked into her house and saw that everything was unpacked.

Demi smiled slightly. "Is my room done, too?" she asked. Demi was happy about this little surprise, since she's been so sure she would have to unpack by herself. After all, her parents worked all day and went to parties at night.

"Yep. Why don't you go up there and see how it looks?" her step mom asked slyly. Demi blinked, confused at her grin, and ran up the stairs to her room. Opening the door, she gasped.

Her room, once with plain white walls and boxes everywhere, had become Arabian-ish. The walls were painted a sultry red that faded into purple towards the bottom of the floor. Her bed was gone. Instead, in the lower left hand corner of the room (when you were standing in the doorway), there were layers of thick, purple, velvety blankets that made a sort of low mattress. Red curtains hung from the ceiling around the blankets, and there were many fuchsia and gold pillows. The plush carpet was fluffy and black. Three feet away from her bed, against the wall, stood an antique bookshelf filled with books on drawing, Anime, painting, sculpting, and artworks in the world. There were also many mangas. The bookshelf was about six feet long, and as tall as Demi, so there were a lot of books. About a foot away from the bookshelf was her closet. It was opened, and Demi could see a whole new wardrobe inside. On the right wall was a desk, a computer, and a TV along with her game system, games, and Anime videos already set up on a rack next to it.

Her window, which was across from where she stood in her doorway, was gone, and now all that was there was the square hole it used to be in and layers of see-though red and purple curtains. There were many layers, so she didn't have to worry about peeping toms seeing her. She figured she wouldn't have to worry about burglars, either, since the curtains were so long and flowy that the burglar would probably get caught in them. And next to the window… Demi gasped.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOOOOOU!" she shouted in English, totally forgetting her Japanese due to her excitement. A large easel was situated next to the window, as well as new painting supplies- a lot of them. She hugged her dad, then her step mom.

"And look, Demi," her step mom instructed, pointing next to the easel. Demi turned her gaze to it, wondering what else she could have possibly gotten. Her breath caught in her throat.

"…the Trapped Blossom statue…" she breathed. Her parents nodded. The statue was sculpted well. It was almost like it wasn't carved at all, but instead the marble formed around a real girl, real wings, and real blossoming vines.

"We hope you like your new room. It cost a fortune," her dad said with a laugh. Demi released her parents and smiled.

"I like it. I really do," she said.

"Alright, well, we'll leave you to do your homework. Don't die from the excitement, okay?" her step mom joked. Demi shook her head, still smiling, as her parents left. She closed her door and walked to her window. It was now dark outside. Where had the time gone? She must have spent more time than she thought getting home. Demi pushed back the curtains and screamed.

"Think she found the balcony?" her dad asked downstairs. Her step mom nodded with a smile.

Back upstairs, however, her back was pressed against a man. His gloved hand was over her mouth to keep her from screaming, and his arm was wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her from moving her arms. The man didn't have to worry about Demi stomping on the floor, since he'd picked her up off of it. He watched as the police force searched the streets below.

Demi glared and bit his hand, causing him to let go of her with a growl. She fell to the floor and immediately backed away from him. "Who are you!" she hissed, groping the floor for a weapon. She found a flashlight on the floor. Picking it up, she turned it on and shined it on him. Her jaw dropped.

The man wore a black sweater that was tight on him and shiny leather pants that hugged his long legs. Black angel wings protruded from his back. His purple hair was long in the front and shined in the dying sun's light. The man had deep amethyst eyes that were narrowed at her for biting him. He was very tan, and very very gorgeous.

"What was that for!" he hissed.

Demi rolled her eyes. "Yeah. I'm gonna see a guy on my balcony and not get freaked out." She said sarcastically. It was hard to be sarcastic in another language… but anyway… "Now, who are you?"

The man looked genuinely surprised. "You mean you don't know me? Wow… guess I still have a ways to go. ((A/N: LOL. I got this line from Tales of Symphonia. If you haven't played that game, DO IT.))" He walked over to her and bent down so his face was extremely close to Demi's. He chuckled as he watched her tilt her head away. "Don't worry. I'm not going to kiss you. The great Phantom Thief Dark doesn't waste his kisses on plain girls."

Demi glared and smacked him on the top of the head. "You! Who would want a kiss from you?" she whispered angrily in English. Dark tilted his head at her, a confused expression on his face. She resisted the urge to 'aww', since he looked cute when he did that. Instead, she just snickered. She wouldn't let this Dark guy know she thought he was hot. If that happened, well… she didn't want to end up like one of those fangirls from school.

"Come again?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," Demi said in a singsong tone of voice, waving her hand as if to wave the thought away.

Dark smirked and purred, "Confessing your undying love to me?"

Demi glared at him. She didn't blush. He may be hot, but she wasn't one to fall in love for someone's looks. So, she could sincerely say, "No."

Dark's smirk fell and he raised a brow. "Really?" He helped her up, and, just as she was about to thank him, he put his hands on her waist and stared deep into her eyes. He was, again, genuinely surprised. Every girl he met at least somewhat fell in love with him. Even Riku liked him a teeny tiny bit because he was sexy, though she hated him for being a 'pervert'. It still counted for something.

"Yes, really." She replied, putting her hands on his and removing them from her waist gently. He blinked in surprise.

:Finally someone to deflate your swelled head: Daisuke said in Dark's mind.

'She just needs a little convincing,' Dark thought back. He put one hand on the small of her back and pushed Demi towards him, the other hand moving behind her head. "Are you sure about that?" he murmured in her ear.

Demi sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm sure," she said firmly, trying to pull out of his embrace. Dark frowned. Okay, if she wanted to play hard to get, he'd have to pull out the big guns. Dark leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes widened and she pushed him away, squeaking, "No!"

Dark blinked. "What's wrong?" he asked. There had to be something wrong. She couldn't possibly resist him.

Demi glared at him. "My first kiss is saved, buster!" Yes, Demi had never been kissed. Even her old boyfriend hadn't shown her that much affection. "I want my first kiss to be perfect! It has to be with a guy I love, and who loves me! It has to be in the right setting! It has to make me see fireworks behind my eyelids! And you, Mr. Phantom Thief, are most certainly not the person who could give me any of that!" she snarled. "So keep your lips away from mine!"

Dark blinked again. She really didn't want him? At all? Dark growled. No heterosexual woman had ever turned him down. It made Demi a bit more endearing, but he wouldn't let her know that. "Whatever. I don't need to waste my time on a plain girl, anyway." With that, he climbed out the window and took to the skies.

Demi sighed. "You and just about every other boy on the planet, Dark," she muttered.

Out in the sky, Dark sighed. "What a rotten night. First, those icky policewomen mob me again. Then, the statue's been sold. And finally, a plain girl- the kind that's usually so easy to seduce- tells me she sincerely doesn't want me." The more Dark thought about it, the more he wanted to make her love him. It just didn't seem right for a girl to dislike him. He remembered how steady her heartbeat had been when he'd held her close. And all of a sudden, he wasn't Dark anymore.

Daisuke blinked as he landed in front of his house and groaned. And he and Dark had just started to like the same girl, too. "Mom… we have a problem…"

Back at Demi's house, she was silently crying as she stood outside on her window. Tears ran down her cheeks, and her eyes were sad, but she didn't sob. She wanted to, though, to get it all out. But because of her stepmother's influence, she's developed the habit of bottling her feelings inside until she has a break down. "I'm… plain…" she whispered in English into the night.

"Hm?" Demi turned to find the blond angel was standing behind her. His head was tilted slightly to the side, and at the sight of her tears, he stepped forward. "Demi-san? What is the matter?" he asked as he lifted his hand to wipe her tears away. She wiped them away herself before he could do so.

"Who are you?" she asked exasperatedly.

"I came just last night, remember?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"You never did tell me your name," she replied, crossing her arms. "Although, I wouldn't blame you. I'm probably too plain for you to wanna waste words on me."

"Plain?" he parroted. Demi turned her hazel orbs to the ground below. "You're not plain, Demi-san," he said softly. "You have this aura of cheerful yet, at the same time, sad elegance about you."

Demi shrugged. "Aura isn't enough for boys of this generation, sir."

"Krad," he corrected. "I suppose beauty is, then?" he questioned. Demi nodded. Krad stepped up to her and wrapped his arm around her from behind. "You are beautiful, Demi-san. Especially when you cry like you were."

Demi blushed. "R-really?" she asked as she shifted so she wouldn't be so close to him. The attempt was done in vain, since he just pulled her closer.

"Yes. You are not too attractive, however, but that's a good thing. If you were too lovely, everyone would expect you to always be lovely. Whenever you slipped up, you would be shunned harshly," he explained. Demi thought about it. He was right. She smiled. Had God really sent her a guardian angel? Had He sent her Krad?

"Thank you, Krad-san," she mumbled sleepily. Krad gave a few quiet chuckles as she leaned against him. He picked her up and took her back into the room, setting her on her new 'bed'. Kneeling down, he planted a tender kiss on her eyelid.

"Sweet dreams, Demi-san…" he whispered before plucking a white feather from his left wing and putting it in her hair. As the next breeze fluttered through, he left.

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Oooh… it sucks. I know. Not much action. Oh well. At least it's ten WORD pages long. xD Y'know, I never understood why- in the Anime- everything was written in Japanese,when they're in Italy.Uh, hello? It's called subtitles in Japanese, people! Sheesh. Anyway...Please review! I like to know what I need to improve, what's good, ideas, suggestions, comments, questions, and anything, really. Dark and Krad will give you hugs if you do!

Dark and Krad: What! We will not!

Hotaru: You will, or I'll have Uematsu-san sexually harass you two in the story.

Dark and Krad: o.0;; -bows- We obey!

Demi: -laughs hysterically-

Hotaru: That's what I thought. –drags the other two off-

Demi: Bye! –follows-