Disclaimer: I do not own D.N.Angel or any of the characters featured in this piece of literature. They all belong to the very talented Yukiru Sugisaki.
Hello everyone. InvalidUser, here. Sorry for not updating any sooner; I've been busy with a lot of things. School's been such a drag.
So, here we are; another chapter of my fanfic.
"The Goddess' bracelet is mine. At eight o' clock tonight, I'm going to claim the blessed bracelet Amocapturé.
(Signed) Phantom Dark"
I have no idea how mom keeps coming up with these letters. And quite frankly, I don't see why she even has to! Why can't we just steal it WITHOUT having the police, the press and Dark's "fans" (if that's what you call them) outside the premises?
I looked at myself at the mirror. Purple orbs stared back at me. I still can't believe Dark and I changed eye-color. This is so bizarre.
"Daisuke!" called my mom. "You're going to be late!"
Is that right? I looked at the clock. It was a quarter until eight. My gaze shifted back to the mirror.
A silly smile was on my face as I examined myself. My bright red hair was totally out of place in this costume. My mom had chosen a familiar outfit. It was black-purple in color, and, when Dark wore it at least, was skin tight.
I knew it made sneaking and the like quite easier, but honestly; can't we just do it in normal clothes?
"You've become quite the complainer, haven't you Daisuke?" stated Dark.
As much as I hate to admit it, he certainly was right. But, I had the right to complain, didn't I? It wasn't like I wanted to be Phantom Thief.
With a long tired sigh, I opened the balcony window. The cool night breeze rushed inside my room. It felt great as it wafted my crimson mane. I called for my pet/guardian, With.
He appeared beside me within a fraction of a second. A rare smile emerged from my face. Whatever the situation, he always made me smile. I don't know why, but he has this odd aura that lures me to him.
"Just admit it," started Dark. "You're just infatuated with With."
He chuckled lightly. As much as it pained me, I sort of snickered at his joke,
"Can it." I said, although not entirely meaning it.
With those words said, I patted With's head softly and, as always, he turned into the legendary wings of the Phantom Thief. He clasped my back firmly, yet I didn't felt a thing.
I bent my knees, and then jumped as high as I could. And there I went; up into the darkness of the evening sky.
X x X
It's been a few minutes of flying and I'm already halfway across town. Purple orbs gazed down. The town was as quiet as a mouse. Everyone was either at their houses or near the museum. That was the thing with Dark!
He was a local celebrity, even if he was sorta the bad guy.
He laughed and chatted idly about being such a big personality around town for more than a few centuries. I wasn't really paying attention; the scene was just so breathtaking. I made a mental picture of it, savoring every fine memory of this moment.
It wasn't every night I got to fly. It was usually Dark, but this time, Dark had become, as much as I hate to admit it, quite considerate. I was allowed to go as far as a kilometer from the museum grounds, but any farther than it was time to change to Dark.
X x X
"Daisuke!" called the voice for the countless time. "Hurry up and change to me, damn it!"
It took me awhile to realize that Dark was calling me, beckoning me to change back to him.
My eyes darted from side to side, scanning my surroundings quicker than any normal human being.
I was flying way too high. The police spotlight was only a mere meter away from discovering my presence.
I took a deep breath, and then dove down. It was exhilarating but frightening at the same time. I felt my stomach curl from the inside.
Something inside told me to recuperate, get back to flying downside-up. I imagined it was Dark, or it might have been my sub-concious self. I was entirely sure, but it didn't really matter – because no way was I going face-first into the people littered concrete floor.
As I regained my normal flight pattern, I could see a few familiar faces from the crowd. A classmate of mine or two, a few merchants from town and little kids I see playing in the streets. One guy, though, stuck out in the midst of the crowd. , in front of the museum doors, was Inspector Saehara. He was barking orders at the policemen, ordering this and that. It was pandemonium. Everything wasn't going as the inspector had hoped.
But the amazing part of all was that it was dead silent (besides the inspector's growling). The police and the crowd were both quiet.
The inspector stopped shouting. It took me a minute to realize it, but then, I realized why there were all silent. They were waiting; they were waiting for Dark.
After what seemed to be an eternity, my counterpart spoke. "Daisuke," he said, calmer than he had been a few minutes ago. "For our sake, please change now."
I steadied myself, and with a long sigh; I thought of Ms. Harada. Her long brown locks, her endearing smile, everything about her just seemed perfect.
My thoughts drifted to her, and nothing else. I felt myself changing already, but the last thing I saw before that, was her face in the crowd.
Again, sorry guys for that loooong delay. Not sure if I should continue, though. I feel like I have a massive writer's block.
