Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel and if I did… well… we'd be seeing Krad and Satoshi doing very very very odd things. Cicero F. Kahran, Stefan "Skye Fiinix" Virroci and the Invisible Narrator appear c/o Rokuryu Studios 2005
Author's note: This chapter was inspired over breakfast. Peach marmalade is the shznit.
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Hiwatari-kun and the Mary Sue Hunt
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He awoke to the sudden commotion in the kitchen. Loud conversation, food being prepared, the clattering of silverware as it was being moved around… the whole caboodle. With a groan of frustration, he slipped out of bed and decided to prepare for school. If whoever was in the kitchen left a mess, he would have time to clean it up before he left.

Satoshi blinked as he saw just who were making a mess in his kitchen.

Daisuke Niwa was enjoying what seemed to be a rather long conversation with a girl wearing a blue baseball cap and a black shirt. The peanut butter was out and so was the peach marmalade which made the blunette wonder just what she was doing with said sandwich condiments.

"Making a sandwich. Doi." The girl grinned, turning to him.

"You read minds?" Satoshi asked.

At this, the female merely flashed him a particularly cheery smile. "Nah. I just know the narrator." She added. Satoshi raised an eyebrow at the statement.

Hi.

"That narrator." The girl explained.

Satoshi folded his arms across his chest, studying the female. "Who are you and what are you doing in my kitchen?" he demanded. "Good morning, Hiwatari-kun!" Daisuke chirped as he passed Satoshi on the way from the refrigerator.

The redhead poured milk for both himself and the girl. "Would you like some milk?" he offered with a curious blink. "…no thank you." Satoshi replied and turned his attention back to the girl who was now devouring said sandwich. Gulping down the milk to force the sandwich down, the girl pulled off her baseball cap and bowed to Satoshi. "Cicero Farguz Kahran de Leaureaux of the house of Leaureaux. Director of Rokuryu Studios, field agent of the BRA." She said, straightening up and placing her cap back on her head.

"The bra?" Satoshi asked, eyebrow still raised.

"Not the bra. The B.R.A. Bishonen Rescue Agency!" Cicero cried, insulted.

"Never heard of it." The blunette said matter of factly and made his way into the kitchen, taking a slick of bread from the bread bin. "Of course you haven't! The BRA is a secret society that deals with bishonen like yourself and Daisuke here to protect them from fangirls." Cicero grinned.

The whole matter seemed fishy but there did seem to be a decrease in the girls who used to hound him from school every day. There were even lesser females who chased him down with inane love letters he hardly read, much less accepted.

Perhaps there was a thing to this… BRA.

Daisuke looked up from his glass of milk. "Sey-kun here says she wants to hunt down something called a… Mary Sue?" he surmised. At this, Cicero nodded. "I've gotten a report that there might be Mary Sues brewing in your area." She sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. "And just what is a Mary Sue?" Satoshi asked, watching the girl with a rather curious look that seemed more suspicious than anything.

Cicero pulled her cap off her head. "Yknow… they're the kinds that are absolutely perfect in any way…. Beautiful, smart and are sometimes gifted with abilities that catch your attention. I dunno. I think Dark must've come across a few." She replied with a shrug, watching Daisuke blink in confusion. "I should know. I used to be one." With that, she nodded sagely. "But they put me through therapy." She added a moment later with a grin.

This made her a bit more suspicious. A former Mary Sue? "Well?" she suddenly called, pulling herself away from the kitchen counter. "If you two are done with breakfast, we can go on our Sue hunt."

"But what about school?" Daisuke asked.

"School's cancelled for the day." Cicero explained.

Thank goodness she had threatened the principal at gunpoint to do so.
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Well, so much for the first chapter. My apologies if those two seemed a bit OOC. This is after all, the first time I've attempted to write a DNAngel fic. .
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