A/N: Is my writing becoming boring or something? Hnn…

Disclaimer: ... Why would I need a disclaimer if I owned D N Angel? What? Would I write "Disclaimer: YES. I own D N Angel. I AM Yukiru Sugisaki." Yeah. Don't think so.

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うちもう一度です。

Uchi mou Ichido Desu.

Satoshi was released from the hospital that day. Not necessarily because the boy was feeling any better, but truly because said boy seemed about ready to bite the nurses' heads off. If he had enough strength to be icy, then he better damn well be feeling better.

Satoshi returned to the hotel, climbing the steps to his room. He was still a little dizzy, but he wouldn't let that deter him. He had to find out if Daisuke was waiting for him. Satoshi was sure that they had gone, but... What if he were wrong? Then he would leave a cute little redhead in a big city in a different country all alone. That wouldn't do.

Satoshi unlocked the hotel room and walked inside. It looked pretty clean.

The blue-haired one looked around for Daisuke's luggage. It wasn't anywhere inside the hotel room. Satoshi sat down on the chair again. Then, a piece of paper grabbed at his attention. It was sitting on the pillow with a little glass rose on top of it to weight it in place.

Satoshi stood back up and leaned over the bed to pick it up. He held the rose in between his fingers and stared at it for half a second, acknowledging the blue satin ribbon tied in a bow around the delicate stem. Where had this come from?

Satoshi then turned his attention to the paper, for there was something written on it.

Satoshi,

We figured you would come back to the hotel at some point, so we left a note here. If we had left it at the hospital, they might have found it or something...

Not that many could have read it. God, what sloppy writing. And it was in Japanese kana and Chinese character, so even if it were neatly scripted, most of the hospital staff wouldn't have been able to read it.

Anyways, we've left for Japan again. We need to get the necklace back home. I think we might be able to steal the ring now, so we'll try as soon as we can. Probably Tuesday, since this morning is Monday... I don't think that you will be able to come to school today. I'll probably get there late, but I'll figure out some excuse for that. I'll say you're sick, 'kay? I think they'll buy it since they know we talk a bit.

Well, we have to get going.

Love,

Daisuke

August 16

"Daisuke... You sometimes say the most unremarkable things as if they were the most important things... Or, as this case is, you write them," Satoshi said, folding up the piece of paper and pocketing it. "Good luck getting to school at all today, by the way..." He turned his attention back to the glass rose.

It was well made, Satoshi acknowledged, holding it up to the sunlight streaming in through the large window. The light gleamed off of the smooth edges and caught along the edges of the petals. It was very details- every line adding to the effect, not one that wasn't placed on a whim or by accident.

Satoshi set the flower back down upon the bed as he got his suitcase and laid it right next to the glass trinket. It was already neatly packed, but Satoshi would have to put the rose in it… And wrap it in a fashion so that it wouldn't break.

Satoshi unzipped the suitcase and took out a sweater to wrap the rose in. He did so carefully as to not break off the dainty leaf that branched off from the stem. It would be a miracle if it made it back to Japan without it breaking.

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Dark alighted upon the balcony outside their hotel room for the second time that night. Once again, Dark picked the lock to enter, and once again, Dark looked pityingly at the mess all around him.

'Dark? Can I have control again? It won't take too long, I promise, 'kay?' Daisuke asked once they were inside.

"Fine. But in 30 minutes, I'll take control forcibly," Dark replied, shrinking back into Daisuke. Right after Daisuke gained control of his body, he set about to cleaning up his clothes and packing them away as fast as he could.

Then something caught his eye.

The little glass rose that Kosuke has asked Daisuke to bring with them- just for luck.

Daisuke picked it up and stared at it while an idea formed in his head. Maybe this would be the way to let Satoshi know they weren't in England any more, because no doubt he hadn't heard them say goodbye.

Daisuke pulled out a pen and ripped a piece of stationary out of his half-packed bag. He set to writing a semi-small letter. Daisuke didn't have time to really think about what to write, so he wrote about whatever came to his immediate mind when thinking about their predicament. School, getting back, and the ring.

'Dai, hurry up. You have 10 more minutes to pack up.'

"Okay. One more second for this," Daisuke said as he retrieved a blue satin ribbon from his suitcase. God knows WHY he had a blue satin ribbon, but he did.

He neatly tied the ribbon onto the glass rose and carefully placed the note and the rose on the pillow. Daisuke then set out to finish packing before Dark's countdown ended and he took control again.

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Dark had gotten Daisuke to France before the sky was illuminated with the sun's first rays. Once his foot touched ground, Dark gave control over to Daisuke who promptly fell to the ground in surprise and exhaustion. They had finally arrived in Calais, France. Daisuke fell to sleep upon the ground, his luggage beside him until the sun finally did rise in the sky.

Grudgingly, Daisuke gave up his sleep to pursue the return to his hometown. With the mien of a drunkard, Daisuke stood and began to ask around for the nearest airport. And a ride.

Luckily, Daisuke finally found a taxi driver that would take him to an airport.

They conversed in English, since Daisuke did not know French and the driver did not know Japanese, and at the end of the ride, Daisuke paid in euros. Telling the cabby to keep the change, he ran off to the airport to snatch a plane to Japan.

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Daisuke grumbled under his breath about planes as he sunk lower in the very uncomfortable chair. Not only were they freakin' tight space-wise, they were loud.

And this time he didn't have Satoshi to kind-of take his mind off of the comfort-factor. At least last time he could look at the boy... Now all he had was a drooling baby on his shoulder and a sleeping mother next to him, so Daisuke couldn't push the baby off of him.

Joy was that little ball of red fluff when the baby decided to turn its stomach upside-down on top of him.

'Haha, Daisuke. I think it likes you,' Dark said, chuckling amusedly.

'Shut up Dark,' Daisuke thought back, growling angrily.

'Fine. That baby gave me something to revel in for a while, after all,' Dark said retreating into the back of Daisuke's head laughing all the way.

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After riding on a plane to Tokyo, a train to his city, and a cab to his house, Daisuke arrived at his front door. Exhausted, he knocked at the door, cursing the fact that he had forgotten that it was later in the day here, so school was already out. No doubt his mother had called him in sick or something. It was a pity that he wouldn't be able to go through with what his letter to Satoshi said.

Daisuke knocked on the door, nearly crying with the relief of being back home. Emiko soon answered and took Daisuke up into a huge hug and called To-to to get Daisuke's bags.

"Did you get us a souvenir?" Emiko asked after the door was closed.

"Er, yeah.," Daisuke replied as they started up for his room. Kosuke and Daiki joined them for the recap of the trip.

"Why didn't you call us?" Emiko said, pouting.

"I didn't have time! Satoshi and I were plotting pretty much the whole time!" Daisuke responded exasperatedly.

"Speaking of the boy, he didn't do anything to you, did he? I can set an alligator on him if you want," Emiko said as they entered Daisuke's room. Daiki and Kosuke sat down, Kosuke on a chair, Daiki on Daisuke's bed. To-to had set Daisuke's suitcase at the foot of Daisuke's bed and had begun to put away Daisuke's clothes, humming all the while.

"Mom!" Daisuke exclaimed.

At the same time, Kosuke reprimanded his wife with an, "Emiko!"

"What? He's a creep! He's out to get my poor Dai-chan!" Emiko said as she tried to smother her 'poor Dai-chan' to death.

"Mom! He's not a creep! You let me go to England with him! Even you must kind-of like him!" Daisuke said as he wiggled out of Emiko's grasp. He sat down next to his grandfather, sighing.

"Oh. And you're never allowed to go on a trip with him EVER again. Do you know how scared I was that he would kill or capture you? You're lucky that I'm not pulling you out of that school of yours," Emiko said, wagging a finger at her son.

"Mom!"

"Well, let's see that necklace of yours, Daisuke," Daiki said stepping in front of Emiko, finally. Daisuke smiled gratefully. It wasn't that he hated his mother. It was that she was a bit... Crazy. And by a bit, Daisuke meant that she should be locked up in an asylum or something. But Daisuke loved his mother too much to wish that.

"Alright," Daisuke said as he unzipped his suitcase. He pulled out his prize and showed it to his parents and grandfather.

"Ah, Daisuke! It's lovely! I almost forgive you for going away with Satoshi!" Emiko exclaimed while Daisuke slapped his hand to his head. Emiko took it out of Daisuke's hand and held it up to the light inspecting its diamond and silvery design. "It is truly of the Hikari line," She finished, handing it to her father.

"Yes, it is indeed lovely. Now I think you can get that ring to go with it, right Kosuke, Emiko?" Daiki said, taking his turn in examining the work of art. Both of Daisuke's parents nodded and Daiki handed the necklace back to Daisuke.

"You want to see it Dad?" Daisuke asked, offering it to him.

"No, that's okay. We all have work to do, and you need to sleep. We'll leave you alone now, so get some rest," Kosuke said, smiling serenely up at his son before standing up and walking towards the door, Daiki, Emiko, and To-to following him out since To-to had finished unpacking for Daisuke.

Strains of "What should I make for dinner" and other small talk like that wafted in through Daisuke's closed door until the group was out of earshot. Only then did Daisuke collapse into his pillow and promptly fall to sleep.

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"Dai- honey. Wake up. Come on! You have school today."

"No! Don't leave me! Don't do this! You can find another way just don't leave me..."

"Daisuke, wake up!"

"I'm so sorry..."

"Daisuke! Don't make me let the dogs loose in here!"

"Wha? Mom?" Daisuke was finally awake.

"Geez, Dai, you scared me! I tried to wake you up nicely, but you wouldn't budge! You even slept 15 hours!" Emiko was sitting on her son's bed, holding him by the shoulders and shaking him until she pulled him into a hug.

"What's this about the dogs? Oh gods… Were you serious?" Daisuke asked, pulling out of his mother's embrace and jumping to his feet on the bed, ready to run away from the evil robot dog things.

"Not now. You're awake," Emiko said, pulling her son's arm down whilst smiling.

"Ah..." Daisuke said, slowly getting it... So his psycho mother would actually have set evil robot dog things on him whilst he slept?

"More good news-" Emiko started happily/

"Oh great..." Daisuke groaned, knowing that most of his mother's 'good news' usually involved a night of lost control over his body and another close shave with those pesky police.

"Now Dai... You know how much I love you," Emiko said, as if she were about to say something that would mentally wound Daisuke.

"Yeah. What with the traps you always set. You must love me to death." Daisuke really wanted to go back to sleep. Not that his dream was anything to want to go back to... What was it again? Hnnn...

"I'll have no sarcasm in this house! You're going back for the ring after school today. No 'if's 'and's or 'but's, okay?" Emiko said, standing up and heading for the door. "Oh, and you have 1 second to get dressed and downstairs. Starting... NOW!" Daisuke yelped and got out of bed in a flurry of clothes and bed sheets.

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It was a day of... Blah. That perfectly described ANY day of school, and since Satoshi still hadn't come, Daisuke ate lunch with Takeshi and had to listen to his friend's dreams of being a reporter and tracking Dark and about Dark's notice to capture that ring after he had failed. Yes failed. And Daisuke wouldn't hear the end of that.

"What? Dark couldn't even get the ring once! He's going to try again? Ha! He's gotten so rusty! We'll catch him this time for sure!"

It made both Dark and Daisuke sick.

Nothing else of importance happened that day... Classes, after-school cleaning, and the trip home. They were all the same. Even the routine that Daisuke was currently going through was routine for any night he let Dark out. He changed into whatever his mother cooked up for Dark, thought about his sacred maiden... Er... Satoshi (Though that was a recent change in the routine)... And changed into the phantom thief.

With the 411 given to him by Daiki, Dark was ready to go steal him a ring. Again.

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A/N: I have to think that there is only one more real chapter and an epilogue. So I'll ask you right now, since I'll probably not want to mar my last two posts with ugly little author notes, what do you think about a sequel. But I ask you not to answer until after the epilogue.

I hope everyone had a nice holiday, and I hope everyone will have a good new year's day as well as a good new year after that.

Anyways, I love you all. Thanks for reading. This is probably the last time I will say something in my voice in this story.

So REVIEW DAMNIT.

Thank you. -happy face-