Menoumaru- TT no reviews? Now, that's just wrong…well I'm gonna type this new chapter anyway. And pray to the anime god someone reviews…UU….(praying)

Krad: No reviews, and yet she's still determined to torture us by continuing?

Dark: Looks that way, Blondie.

Riku: Who cares if she tortures you? We're goin' to the Bahamas!

Daisuke: YEAH! Goin' to the Bahamas! Rikus my Bahama Mama!

Menoumaru: yeah, okay on with the fic. Krad can you do the disclaimer?

Krad: Fine…Queen of the world Menoumaru does NOT own DNAngel, nor will she ever, thank jesus, Lucifer and the anime lords. Nor does she own the movie she's retelling though she'd get along great with the creator for the both have sick and twisted personalities. Thank you.

Menoumaru: Humph, well can't say I disagree. On with the fic.


Chapter 4: MAMAS DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS

Dark hung up the phone, looking down unhappily at the small wriggling pile of snapper. With mainly stared in disbelief.

"MOUSY, what is your problem? (A/N: no Dark Mousy and Mousy in the Morning are not the same person…just couldn't think of a M word for it so leave it at that) We haven't caught anything for days. Pull that big ugly stick out of your ass! She asked you to go to the Bahamas. You gotta go!"

Dark nodded dumbly, clenching his fist while restraining from hitting With for one of his first comments. But he knew how right With was.

"That was stupid," he grumbled to himself.

"Ultra stupid! What were you thinking?"

Dark gave With a glare before reaching into his pocket staring at the small black box. With leaned over, staring curiously.

"You want to know what I've been thinking?" he asked with a sly, small smile as he slowly opened it. With nearly fell back in shock.

"GOD DAMN Mousy! Forth and forty, throw the bomb!" he announced, crying out.

"Baka! I should go up there. I should call her back, tell her I'm coming," he said smiling, picking up the phone.

"No way Mousy. Surprise her."

Dark smiled slightly again and nodded staring at the ring.


Dark stared out the window at the rain soaked stretch of road. Music blared from the radio, the mood was high as the two headed for the purpose of a proposal to Morty.

With began to adjust the radio to a different AM station.

"God, I love AM radio. You get right-wing conspiracy, tips for pregnant woman, single-A baseball games, and REAL country music…none of this new crap." he babbled to a non listening Dark.

He adjusted the dial again, turning to a country song, "MAMAS DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS."

With grinned as he started to sing along, extra LOUD and out of tune as well.

"…Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys, don't let 'em pick up guitars and drive them old trucks. Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such."

Dark looked over at his friend singing, feeling his uneasiness, replaced by enjoyment and further more amusement. He smiled to himself but it faded when something in the road ahead caught his eye.

He reached over turning down the radio. With looked at him and they both looked up and stared at the car as they neared up beside it. A Navy green old style Granddame. It was turned sideways, its hazards still blinking.

Dark slowed down and crept past the car. The drivers door was open and the car appeared empty. He stopped the car and shot his eyes forward where the headlights were blaring.

A body was spread out in the road away from the car. Dark pulled to a stop, keeping his foot on the break for a moment.

"Uh Dark, I don't know, maybe we should keep going, find a phone….," With began getting nervously, red eyes going to the body and back to Darks face.

"No," Dark said unbuckling his seat belt.

"The guy looks dead!" With said moving a piece of white hair from his eyes.

Dark narrowed his eyes. He'd seen this before.

"Maybe not," he said grimly throwing open his car door. He stepped out into the rain and looked back at the empty car and then turned towards the body.

"Hey! Buddy, what's up?" he called, slightly on edge. The body didn't move.

Behind them, in the other car, a figure in black sat up in the backseat, climbing out silently. Dark advanced on the body, coming ever closer.

He stopped short, seeing that it was facing down wearing a black rain slicker. He mover closer to the all too familiar image.

Behind them the slicker figure moved ever closer to the innocent, young With.

With watched Dark walking towards the figure on the road. He leaned over the seat rolling up Darks window.

Behind the truck the slicker figure moved closer, going along the passenger side of the truck. Dark neared the body, kneeling down.

"Hey! Moron, can you hear me?" he yelled reaching towards it bending in a squat position.

Something flashed in the side-view mirror catching Darks eye as he turned over the body. Something wasn't right. He jumped back seeing a slicker mannequin.

Its eerie smiled mocked Dark as he turned for the truck.

"WITH!"

With heard him but turned too late. SPLAATTTT!

The blonde slicker figure jammed his hook up through Withs jaw and skull and yanked him out of the car window.

"With…?" Dark asked, stunned. No answer came from the now dead With. Dark narrowed his eyes trying to see around the headlights. He moved slowly towards the truck.

The brights and fogs of the truck suddenly turned on, blinding Dark. The truck rolled a few inches, adjusting a bead on him.

Then, tires squealing, the truck launched at him. Dark ran at the truck but at the last second jumped over behind the parked car.

His truck went screaming past, over the spot he'd been in. Dark began backing up around the car to the other side.

As he backed around an 18-wheeler came barreling by in the opposite direction. Darks violet eyes widened in shock and terror as he dove out of the way.

He landed hard, laying motionless for a moment, his trucks lights shining on him from its spot way ahead. He groaned laying exposed in the road. He stood slowly, his legs and knees shaking slightly. A pair of lights caught his eye, looking up he saw his truck closing in fast.

'There's no where to go!' he thought wildly, but once more, at the last second he jumped out of the way, the only way he could go; and went off the edge of the road.

His truck slammed into the barrier right where he'd been standing. Sparks flew and the sound of metal buckling consumed the silence.

Dark fell through the air landing hard on his legs as he hit. He tumbled down the hill finally stopping with a crash. He laid motionless, this time, at the bottom of the ravine.


-Morning: Outside Morties apartment-

Riku exited the apartment casting her eyes to Morty, who sat at the curb, still. A truck turned onto the street catching Morties hopeful eyes. Her small hope faded seeing it wasn't Dark. Riku sighed, approaching her friend.

"It's getting' down to the wire, girl," she said as Morty turned.

"He's not coming," she said softly. "I thought he was just…"

"Mort, you left four messages….FOUR!"

"But, he said he'd try…"

"He said he'd TRY. Try is like MAYBE. TRY is nothing."

"He does work hard," Morty said, apologizing for Dark.

"Work hard, huh?" Riku snorted and placed a hand on Mortys shoulder. "he's only breaking your heart, just because he can." She hesitated slightly before speaking again. "And I hate to be the one to say I told you…"

"Then don't," Morty said dryly, and half heartedly.

A Jeep Cherokee pulled up beside them and a smiling Daisuke stepped out wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.

"Are we going to the tropics? Or stay here and stare at the road signs?" he asked happily eyeing Morty, seeing her still staring down the road.

The passenger door opened and Satoshi Hiwatari stepped hesitantly out of the Jeep.

"Oh!" Morty gasped and looked at Riku.

"Sorry," Riku said looking at Satoshi. "But," she added quickly, "he's my friend too, and that ticket is not going to waste."

Satoshi looked at Morty trying to read her blank expression.

"Morty, is everything cool? Riku said…" he began tilting his head slightly, blue hair falling over his ice blue eyes.

"I said we start having fun!" Riku interrupted. "And that means NOW!"

Morty took one last look down the street before standing.

"Is there a problem here?" Daisuke asked leaning over the car window.

"where there's a will, there's a way. Come on Mort!" Riku pleaded.

"You know what?" Morty asked, deciding. "This rocks! We're goin' to the Bahamas!"

Satoshi smiled slightly, relieved. Riku began bopping, getting in the spirit.

"We goin' Bahamas, I'm Daisukes Bahama Mama! We goin' Bahamas…"

She bopped over and into Daisukes Jeep.


A wide bodied jet screamed through the clouds, their nearly empty jet stayed slightly quiet as the four road aboard.

Riku had her head on Daisukes shoulder, while Morty silently read a book. She looked over to Satoshi, who was sitting next to her, surprised to see that his knuckles were starch white from gripping the armrests in fear and his blue eyes clamped shut. (A/N: Now that I have to see someday)

She looked at him with great concern.

"Just take deep breaths," she instructed softly. "And think of something happy from your childhood."

"What if I don't have anything happy from childhood?" he asked. He looked over at Morty, who looked slightly confused. "Sorry, I just can't relax, going five hundred miles and hour, four thousand, four hundred feet a minute…"

The blue hair paused to calculate in his head.

"Which is over seven hundred feet a second, imagine hitting something and 700 feet a second."

"Deep breaths," Morty repeated.

"Fumes build up in fuel tanks," Satoshi continued, not taking any deep breaths. "You can buy surface-to-air missiles over the internet. Planes use O-rings…which freeze in tap water. Planes fall from the sky for practically no reason at all."

"You have a better chance of being hit by lightening," Morty tried.

"Right. Planes get hit by lightening. They get hit by meteors. They get hit by other planes."

Daisuke shook his head.

"Something is going to hit your ass, if you don't quit bitching," Daisuke said in an exasperated way.

"Some people just can't fly," Riku said sympathetically.

Satoshi still doesn't move, but feels better with being more closely bonded with the concerned Morty.


The words "Ocean Bay" painted on the side of the boat as it chugged on the waving blue water. Green islands in the distance, golden sun and puffy clouds decorated the perfect scene.

Daisuke ran to the side as he felt an unpleasant visitor from his stomach, throwing up that mornings breakfast.

Being more of a small tub than a ferry, Morty, Riku, Satoshi and Daisuke are its only passengers.

At the bow, Riku and Morty are playing "King of the World" with Morty in prow, Riku behind her.

"I'm the King of the World!" Morty cried spreading out her arms.

"No, I'm the King of the World!" Riku cried afterwards to the sea.

They switched their places, looking back at each other and cracked up laughing. Riku looked around catching in the view, the salt spray, the day.

"Remind me to study real hard, so someday THIS is normal and all that back there is something' I do for a weekend, once every ten years," Riku said as she looked at Morty.

"I will, and you remind me of the same thing," Morty smiled sharing the moment with her friend. They threw their arms around each other staring off at the horizon.

At the stern Satoshi couldn't help teasing a very green looking Daisuke.

"You just have to breath," Satoshi said. Daisuke tried ignoring him trying to keep form puking.

"Can't talk right now," he managed.

"See it's not a macho thing," Satoshi said, slightly malicious. "It's about equilibrium in your inner ear. You could've used a patch, but then it's too late now. Get used to it." He paused before smirking to himself. "Some folks just can't sail."

(A/N: Oh and revenge is sweet.)

Jin, the boat captain, chuckled, overhearing as he passed.

"That's too bad, too, because it's the only way on or off the island," he chuckled then added ina slightly ominous voice, "unless you have an accident. And then they call the Coast Guard."

Morty and Riku walked up rejoining the two men.

"It's pretty remote here," Morty said. Jin smiled at her slightly.

"Yep. That's what the tourists pay for. Sun, sea, and solitude."

"Are we there, yet?" Daisuke groaned.

"Few more minutes," Jin uttered.

Off in the distance the could see the island. The group looked at each other excitedly taking in the island.


Menoumaru: Well there we go. They've finally made it to the island.

Morty and Riku and Daisuke and Satoshi: (chatting happily about the Bahamas)

Menoumaru: (Hugging Dark playing with his hair as he sleeps)

Dark: (In pretty bad shape from his scene)

Krad: (fell asleep with smile seeing dark get kicked up so bad)

Menoumaru: (softly) Nothing happening right now, their all still oblivious to what's coming so…Shhh! See you next time.

With: (the bunny) Kyuu! KYUU!

Menoumaru: That means 'Read and Review.' Later days.