Oh look... Chapter 2.

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... I'm really getting into my character, aren't I? Anyway, thanks for those who read the first one, and two special shout-outs to Pheo the Flame and animatedpretzel for being my first two reviewers. They had both said the same thing to me - "PLEASE UDPATE!" - so I also said the same thing to both of them - "I'M COMING! I'M COMING! RELAX, I'M COMING!"... just kidding. :D

I had noticed some typograhical errors when I upload Chapter 1 so I had to edit and replace the chapter with an updated one. No worries, nothing too major, just some punctuation marks. Stupid site filter. -sighs-... Apparently, '?' and '!' can't be combined, so I can't get the desired effect of the sentence. And also, I can't spell DNAngel with the dots without it being erased and this site's name. -.-"'

Well, another round of introduction, then...

Title: When Fate Decides to Kick Your Ass

Category: Anime/Manga - DNAngel

Genre: Romantic Comedy - Yaoi/Shounen-ai or Boy Love

Rating: T - Beware...

Pairing/s: Dark and Krad, Satoshi and Daisuke

Summary: Dark Mousy is invincible... or so he claims. So when an artwork decides to go berserk, give him a damn body of his own, and leave him with a homicidal blonde clad in a golden ruffled dress just to ruin his life... he knew right there and then... that Krad of the Hikari was going to be the death of him.

Warning: Fangirl alert, Risa-bashing, perverted idiots, sadistic bastards, reluctant crossdressers, and an all-around insane authoress.

Perks: Cookies from the Dark Side. I said Dark Side, not Dark's side.

Disclaimer: Again, I do not frickin' own DNAngel. If I did, Krad's virtue would be in dire peril.

PLEASE READ: AGAIN, this based on the anime so Argie and the director guy aren't here, this is after the Freedert arc but the ending never happened so those 400-somethings are still in their hosts' bodies, Dai-chan's crush on Riku got transferred onto Sato-kun, Risa's ten times more annoying, Kei's still a bastard, I've borrowed an artifact from the game Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Trials and Tribulations - namely, the Tear of Emanon from the Stolen Turnabout, and yes, I'm really glad you decided to read this.

P.S.: A little fact: it took me an entire YEAR to officially finish Chapter 1... and only a few days for Chapter 2... Damn you, writer's block... you too, you plot bunnies, you... don't ever leave Mama, do you hear me? Please do me a favor, by the way... please report to me if there are any typographical errors. I would really appreciate it and will update it quickly. THANK YOU.... I'll shut up now.


When Fate Decides to Kick Your Ass

Chapter 2: What the Hell Just Happened?

Previously…

Krad didn't feel any other pain but shock coursing through his veins. He felt weak and dizzy, concluding that his other half had felt the same as well, when he was in mid-air one second, and then started free-falling down the next.

DARK!

KRAD!

WAKE UP! , screamed two young tamers.

Weakness, numbness and darkness quickly enveloped both angels as they came crashing down into oblivion…


There was a noise…

It was faint, but it was there…

There was this feeling, too…

Like something was missing…

Dark could only see black. He tried to find something—anything—just to remind him of what just happened. He wracked his brain for memories of a few minutes ago but nothing came. It was weird because he had this nagging feeling that he was supposed to remember something… or someone?

He closed his eyes to calm his erratic heart. Apparently, it had started picking up pace as soon he came into consciousness in this dark hole. This dark, cold, empty hole that he's starting to dislike.

What did happen a while ago? Or yesterday? Or maybe a week ago? How long had he been here?

The questions kept piling up as Dark descended further into nothingness. He was starting to have the same, empty feeling his surroundings have. He was starting to get uneasy. He just couldn't make out of what was his purpose here… why him… and why did he have to be alone…

There was something about red… then ice… then… pale… soft… lips

Dark raised a brow at the thought. Of all things, why did he suddenly think of a pair of lips? Maybe this black hole was starting to eat away at his mind…? He tried to push the thought away, knowing he must do something about his current situation, but it kept coming back, becoming clearer and clearer by the minute. Suddenly, it was no longer just a pair of lips. Lines surfaced and colors filled the shapes created, forming a beautiful image… a very familiar image.

It was a girl…

Long blonde hair cascading past her shoulders, stunning golden eyes that had this peculiar glow, and a lithe form that…

Dark had the sudden urge to gulp. For in front of his very eyes, the blonde girl was wearing an elegant, white, Victorian off-shoulder dress. The hem went past her feet, followed by a medium length train. The long bell sleeves had layered ruffles at the ends. She had white gloves with cross symbols. A huge golden bow was at her back. The front of the skirt was laced with ruffles and ribbons, all in gold. She had an intricate, white-winged choker, and lastly, the front top of the dress had a corset design in gold straps, ending at her hips as ribbons.

Dark couldn't tear his eyes away as he hungrily took in her form. He felt his heart race as he assessed her from head to toe.

What he liked the most, he realized, was that she had her hair in a high-ponytail, with her head adorned in white feathers and the ends of the ponytail in a silver—

…Cross?

Dark felt a wave of nostalgia hitting him as he finally realized who this person was. His heart pulsed even more at the thought.

B-But this is impossible! W-Why would I—

DARK!

Dark flinched in shock, surprised to hear someone else. He was even more surprised when he realized that the person knew him.

Dark!

It was a worried, somewhat high-pitched voice. Not girly, but high from yelling.

Dark!

He felt like he should know this person, too. Like… it was someone important to him… close to him…

DARK!

. . . Like a little brother…

"…Dark."

A low voice called from behind, quieter than the first. Dark whirled around to see who the owner of the voice was, only to find… the girl clad in white, her back to him.

Dark was puzzling over at the voice, when suddenly, the girl partly turned her head to him, her eyes being covered by her golden bangs.

"… Dark…" , said the girl, in a quiet, low, ba—

Baritone?

The thief's eyes widened as his previous thoughts were now confirmed. The girl standing in front of him was truly, none other than… his beloved other half.

DAARRRKKKKKK!


Dark woke up with a start. He opened his eyes to a white ceiling very close to him. That was when a random thought flitted across his mind.

He was lying in Daisuke's bed. He was back in Daisuke's room. He was home.

Wait… Oh snap!

DAISUKE!

Dark immediately sat up, luckily not hitting his head in the ceiling. He had panicked when he suddenly remembered the events that transpired last night. But now, Dark was panicking even more when he heard no reply from his young tamer.

DAI? A-ARE YOU OK? DAI!

… Still no answer.

"DAISUKE!" Dark was starting to grip at his unruly, violet locks, already imagining all the horrible things that might have happened to the adorable, naïve boy, when he suddenly heard a groan beside him. Underneath the white sheets, red spikes were poking out from the edge. Its voice was soft but clearly irritated, and it sounded like…

"DAI-CHAN!", said an overly-relieved dark angel, who was almost at the brink of tears, as he glomped said redhead. Said redhead, on the other hand, woke up with a panicked expression.

"I-I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR! I'M INNOCENT! DON'T RAPE MEEEE!", screamed one Daisuke Niwa, heir to the infamous Niwa clan, and tamer of one idiotic Dark Mousy, who happens to have been his accidental alarm clock. The boy was a wreck; his eyes dilating and darting across the room, his body sweating bullets, his cheeks flushed, and his voice screaming like one of Dark's fangirls. Yikes.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"… Um, Dark?"

"… Yes, Dai-chan?"

"… What are you doing here?"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"… I dunno." , shrugged Dark.

Daisuke mentally slapped his forehead as his idiotic alter-ego, who now happens to have a body of his own, just grinned carelessly as if this was an everyday-thing for him.

"Soooo…", Dark suddenly leaned on his little former host., "… what did you dream of, Dai-chan?"

The redhead backed away slightly as the purple-haired thief wriggled his eyebrows and grinned at him. He blushed as the memories of his embarrassing dream came crashing down from Dream Heaven. Dark's grin grew even wider.

"N-Nothing! A-And wait… aren't we supposed to be discussing about how you got out of my body again?", stuttered Daisuke, trying to change the subject. The first time they were apart was when the Second Hand of Time, Freedert, took him inside his painting.

Dark rolled his eyes at the boy's lousy tactic, but he let it slide. "Relax, it's not that bad. We experienced this before, as you said, and aren't you supposed to be glad I'm out of your body and mind? Knowing you, the sexual frustration must be eating you alive."

"D-DARK!" Daisuke turned an even deeper shade of red at the comment. "I'M NOT—"

"Sexually frustrated? Gay? In love with Sato-chan ?" Dark leaned even more. He couldn't help but laugh at the boy's face, gradually reddening at the minute.

"T-T-That's n-not the p-p-point! We need to know how you and I got separated, Dark!", huffed the redhead, trying to hide his embarrassment at Dark's theory of him being gay for his very straight bestfriend… or so he thought anyway…

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" The thief rolled his eyes again and smirked. "… Look, all I remember is that we went out to steal something, then we were being chased by rabid fangirls, then good ol' Kraddie-kins tried to kill us again, then something unexpected happened again, and then I woke up here with my own body and you sleeping beside me." , finished Dark, eerily happy in enumerating the events with his fingers.

His tamer frowned at his statement. "Hm… We stole the Tear of Emanon, right?"

"Well, actually, With stole it." Dark smirked as he remembered his ingenious plan. "Wait…"

Then he and Daisuke both looked at each other, blanched, and gasped. "WITH!", they said in unison.

"Kyuu?", said the missing familiar.

Dark and Daisuke immediately looked down at the white creature, both releasing a breath they had been unconsciously holding. With, the little troublemaker and one-time thief, was sitting between the young wingmaster's and the not-so-young black angel's legs, with a look that bordered between 'what's going on?' and 'wait, never mind, I don't need to know after all'.

"Thank goodness, he's ok.", said the Niwa heir, ruffling With's fur. "Speaking of which, why did you make With steal the Tear? Wasn't he supposed to be sick?"

"Well, since these past few days have been a nightmare for us—what with all those rabid girls—I thought maybe he could just steal it for us while we run for our lives.", shrugged Dark. "I knew you wouldn't approve of my beautiful plan, so With and I pretended that he was too weak to come with us, then I just told him how to get it. And he did manage to steal it! Ha!", said the thief crossing his arms, looking as smug as ever. Even though I am the Phantom Thief, not With…

"Alright, alright, fine. I admit defeat. Yay. All hail the great Phantom Thief.", said Daisuke sarcastically. "Now, about the Tear…?" He looked inquiringly at his alter-ego with a huge ego.

Said alter-ego-with-a-huge-ego tapped his chin, wracking his memories about the latest heist. "Aha! I got it!", he shouted a few moments later, finger pointing upwards. "What?", asked Daisuke eagerly.

"… We didn't get it…", admitted Dark, gingerly putting his finger down and scratching the back of his head.

"Huh? But didn't With manage to steal it from the museum?", blurted the redhead.

"I meant, we didn't manage to take the jewel home after With stole it."

"Oh… Why? What happened last night, anyway? I can't really remember anything.", admitted Daisuke.

"Hmm… if we didn't take the Tear home, then there's gotta be a reason why…" A few minutes of silence enveloped the two as they both contemplated about their situation.

"Hang on… the Tear… Hey! Now I remember!", said Dark, eyes wide. "The Tear! It glowed and burst into dust! I remember… I took Krad by the waist, and flew away as far as I could… only, it didn't work since the Tear's power managed to catch up to us…", explained Dark, blatantly ignoring the fact that he tried to save the very entity that was trying to kill him.

"Hey, yeah…", murmured Daisuke, slowly recognizing the setting. "I remember that I was shouting your name, trying to wake you up, because…" At this, Daisuke Niwa's ruby eyes widened. "… because you and Krad-san were falling!"

The thief's brows rose. "Falling?"

The young tamer nodded vigorously, slightly wearing a concerned look. "When that blue wave hit you, both you and Krad-san became paralyzed. I felt this shock in my body, too. Then you two started falling. I kept calling out to you but you wouldn't budge! I thought for sure that we were done for…", whispered the redhead, obviously shaken.

Dark was taken aback, too. He remembered blacking out but the free-falling part was a little hazy. To think that they nearly escaped death…

"… You know, now that I think about it, it's kinda funny.", mumbled Daisuke, his concern slightly fading. "Huh? What is? The fact that we almost died?", blurted a horrified Dark.

"No, you moron.", scolded the young tamer, giving him an annoyed face. "You see, when I was trying to wake you, I heard another voice. It's sort of weird, 'cause you see, I heard it shouting out to… Krad-san.", said Daisuke, furrowing his eyebrows. "For a second there, I thought it was… H-Hiwatari-kun.", he said, trying his hardest to not blush at the name so that the moron in front of him wouldn't pursue the topic. Dark, too, was trying his hardest to not laugh at Daisuke's face and grin at his tamer's efforts, but unfortunately, laughter was winning.

"D-Dark! It's not funny!", blushed one ruby-eyed boy as said moron laughed at him. "Y-You have to admit that it's kind of weird, right?"

Dark forced his laughter to stop for the sake of the boy and his poor heart's condition. "W-Well, yeah, it is odd. Hm… maybe… you just miss him too much?", he insinuated with a knowing grin.

"D-DARK! STO—" Daisuke abruptly paused, wondering what was tugging his shirt. It was only then that he realized that he was already wearing his school uniform, when in fact; he had changed into his thief outfit last night and couldn't remember changing again. Dark noticed it, too.

"Hey Daisuke… after you were waking me up… did I ever wake up?", the thief asked, still puzzling over at the boy's clothes.

"That's the thing, you see… I can't remember… I think I blacked out just like you and Krad-san. Then I woke up with you squeezing me to death.", Daisuke said, glaring at the moron. Now, Daisuke is a sweet child and rarely shows his true temper. But with someone like Dark Mousy, an idiot and a pervert of a thief, you just had to take extreme measures just to keep him in check. Unfortunately though, the redhead's less-than-intimidating death glares always come with a not-so-subtle pout, making him as irresistible as a glob of a chibi chocolate pudding, so the glares don't always get the right results. But fortunately enough, Dark knows him and his own limits with the boy.

"Hey! Don't blame me! I panicked when I tried talking to you in my mind and you didn't answer back!", said the moron, holding his hands up in defense.

"Hmph… Well, whatever happened last night, I don't think we flew or walked back to get home. I don't even remember changing back into anything.", said Daisuke, examining his uniform. Then he suddenly realized that since Dark now had a body of his own, his outfit last night had probably transferred onto his former alter-ego. But he still couldn't explain as to why he was wearing his uniform and not his casual clothes or even his pajamas.

"Kyuu!" With kept tugging at his owner's shirt. "Kyuu kyuu!" The two larger beings just kept staring at him. Poor With…

"Uh, Dai-chan? I think ol' With here wants you to go somewhere.", said Dark after a moment, rubbing his chin in the process. He really couldn't figure out as to how they managed to come home after all that.

"Huh? But where would he want me to-OH SNAP! I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL!", shouted Daisuke, literally slapping himself for belatedly realizing that it was Thursday today, it's almost 7 am., and he had been sitting here like an idiot for God-knows-how-long.

He hurriedly went down his bed's ladder, and out the door, Dark snickering behind as he followed the tamer. He almost flew down the stairs when he suddenly caught sight of his mom in the kitchen, making breakfast. A realization quickly came to mind: Oh crap! I didn't get to take the Tear of Emanon home! I don't even know how Dark and I got home! What would Mom say?

Before Daisuke could gather his wits, idiot Dark cheerily greeted the woman, obviously forgetting that he and her son were no longer one. " 'Morning, Emiko!", the violet-haired youth said.

"Oh good morning, Da—Dark?" She looked at the young man, then turned to her child who stood rooted near the kitchen door. "Daisuke?" Wha-What on earth is going on? How did you two get separated again?", gaped Emiko, looking back and forth at the two. She blinked rapidly, trying to see if it was just a hallucination of a mop of red and purple standing next to each other.

"Oh. Um. Well, you see, Mom, it's kind of a long story—", started her redheaded son, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"Ahem… uh, Dai?", interrupted Dark with an amused look.

"Uh… huh? What?"

"Late for school~", he reminded him in a sing-song voice.

"OH CRAP YEAH I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL!" The wingmaster bolted to the door, quickly grabbing his bag and shoes, and silently appreciating the fact that he was already dressed for school. Funnily enough though, he paused… and skidded again to the kitchen, only to grab a piece of toast. "DON'TWORRYMOMWE'LLEXPLAINEVERYTHINGLATERBYEEE!" And with a quick shove of said toast into his mouth and a bang of the front door, Daisuke Niwa, young tamer of the invincibly self-proclaimed Phantom Thief, was gone.

Emiko Niwa could only blink again at the red blur that was her only child. She turned to Dark, her childhood idol, and gave him The Look. The Look that says 'Oh you two better explain alright'. Dark just shrugged noncommittally.

"Hey, I don't know much just as you do. I can't even understand what the hell happened last night. Speaking of last night…" Dark looked around the room.

"Emiko…", he began. "… did Daisuke and I come home last night? Did you see us?"

"Huh?" The woman looked confused for a second. "What are you talking about? Daisuke never left last night."

"What? What do you mean 'he never left'? We went out to steal the Tear of Emanon!", emphasized Dark, not believing what he was hearing.

Emiko frowned. "The Tear of Emanon? I never sent any card to the police. In fact…" She trailed off, peering slowly at the thief. "… You and Daisuke aren't supposed to steal that artwork anytime soon."

Dark was momentarily stunned. He searched the woman's eyes for any signs of lying, any sign that would at least tell him and reassure him that all of this was just a joke, a childish prank.

He didn't find any.

It was almost as if… Last night had never happened… at least in Emiko's point of view. The more confusing it was starting to get, the more Dark Mousy was feeling dread creep up in his stomach. There was something in this whole situation that didn't fit. He didn't like it at all. There was no way that he and Daisuke got separated just like that. There was also no way that last night's heist could disappear so easily. Suddenly, he was reminded of his dream.

That blonde girl… no, wait… it's a guy… a guy I know all too well… that voice shouting out to me? I have a hunch that it was Dai… But why would I dream about something like that?... I wonder… how the Commander and Krad are faring?

For once, the thief had the decency to slightly blush. Why on earth was he thinking about that blonde crossdressing bastard, anyway?

Due to all his inner ramblings, he didn't notice that Emiko had asked him something. "Uh… What?"

"I said, 'Why? What happened to you two last night?' ", repeated the woman, then gasped. "You didn't sneak out, did you?", she berated, eyes narrowing.

At that moment, the other three occupants of the house came out to the kitchen. Kousuke Niwa was rubbing his neck, Daiki Niwa was slightly yawning, while Towa, their maid, was stretching her arms. All three stopped short when they spotted the Phantom Thief. Kousuke was the first to speak up.

"Dark? Why are you out? Daisuke's gonna be late if he doesn't hurry.", said the man, now rubbing his head.

Dark just exasperatedly sighed, noting that they don't know about the separation and last night yet. He turned to the man's wife, who was giving him yet another Look. "I have no idea, Emiko.", said the violet-haired youth while pinching the bridge of his nose, all the while praying to whatever deity there truly is that his tamer would just hurry up and come home already.

To be continued…


Ta-da! Chapter 2 is finished! I have a lot of notes on this one so please bear with me:

1) Wow... a 'previously'... cool.

2) If you guys want to have a model for the dress that I described, just copy and paste this url: weddinginspirasi .com /wp-content /uploads /2011 /02 /royal-wedding-dress-design .jpg (just put 'www.' in front, delete all the spaces, and now just imagine that the girl had short white gloves, a huge golden bow at her back, golden ribbons and ruffles all around the dress, a winged choker, and a golden corset design starting from the chest and ending at the hips. Disregard the veil. Tell me if you can't access the page. :D)

3) Yes, people. Dark has been separated from Daisuke and now has a body of his own. This can't be good...

4) I wonder what Daisuke dreamt... XD

5) There are some unanswered questions here, like 'Why did Dai hear Satoshi in his mind?', 'Why and how did they separate?', 'How the hell did they get home?', and 'Why can't they remember everything?'. Don't worry, these will be answered in due time, preferably Chapter 4 'cause Chapter 3 is more about Dai and Sato's hilarious - I hope - day at school.

6) I love chocolate pudding. With marshmallows on top. :D

7) *Sighes... toast and tardiness go great together, don't they? XD

8) *Gasps... Even the whole Niwa family can't remember last night? Plot twist!... or not... meh...

9) Dark... blushing... whoaaaaaa... XD

10) Lastly, if you've noticed, there's not much comedy here because this is more of a part wherein Dark and Daisuke are confused at what happened so they try to sort things out and come up with possible answers. Kind of a little serious, since of course, the two did almost die in Chapter 1 so yeah...

Remember... you can review and tell me if there are any typographical mistakes. If you're gonna flame me, also remember that I've got a marshmallow weapon, and it's a huge one, alright...