AbhorsenSabriel87: Hello readers! This is my first DNAngel fic! Yay! Now, I'm not obsessive with DNAngel as I am Yu Yu Hakusho, Inuyasha, and Yu-Gi-Oh, but I know a fair bit about it. And you're going to love my OC's... I hope...
Marik (hikari): Of course they will! Who wouldn't like them?
Ryou: Too true! Anyone would have to be out of his or her mind not to love a fic of yours!
Akefia and Sabriel: ... Stop it you two.
Akefia: Suck-ups.
Sabriel: Players.
Ryou and Marik: -puppy dog eyes- Aw, don't class us as that!
Sabriel: -sighs and summons two of her OC's (from other fics)- Anna! Martina! Get in here!
Anna: Come on Ryou. -drags Ryou out-
Martina: Marik-chan, don't you want to come with me?
Marik: -leaves instantly-
Sabriel: Now that that's over with, let's go to the disclaimer and the story.
Akefia: AbhorsenSabriel87 does not own Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Yu-Gi-Oh, or DNAngel so don't sue if you want to keep your soul and the soul of your pathetic lawyer.
Sabriel: Good job Akefia. For that, you can stay as long as you want.
Akefia: Hallelujah.
Sabriel: Onto the fic.

(Chapter 1: First Encounter)

"Daisuke," a young woman asked, "would you like to stop for lunch?" The young man next to her nodded and smiled. He was only about five and a half feet tall, but he appeared about fifteen or so. His bright red hair was cut a medium length and was mussed messily about his head. His name was Daisuke Niwa, aka the Phantom Thief Dark Mousy. But no one needed to know that. "Yeah," he replied. "Takeshi told me about a place nearby here, a little diner that is supposed to have really great soups and salads. How's that sound, Mom?"

"Sounds great!" the young woman replied excitedly, now revealed as Emiko Niwa, Daisuke's mother. "I haven't had good Boston Red Clam Chowder in about four years!"

"That's because you don't make it anymore," Daisuke pointed out. They walked into a nice looking restaurant and got a table quickly on the patio to admire the nice summer day. "So, when's the next one, Mom?"

"Tomorrow at nine," she said, sipping the water that had suddenly appeared at their table and looking at the menu. "They do have Boston Red Clam Chowder!" she exclaimed. A young waitress walked up and smiled at the two, pulling out a note pad. "Good afternoon," she said, her Japanese as if it was a first language, but her voice holding a European lit. "My name's Arisa Tamahoshi and I'll be your waiter, bartender, and busgirl today. Should I start you off with drink first, or are you ready to order?" Her hair was cut to just below her chin and was a beautiful polished mahogany brown. Her eyes were a sparkling teal, and her mouth was curved into a priceless grin, excited and mischievous at once, giving her rounded face even more depth. She was also about five and half feet tall, and under the black and white apron she wore was a slender figure covered by mid-thigh length faded denim shorts and a turquoise tank top that didn't even come within four inches of her hip-hugger shorts.

"We're ready to order," Daisuke said, smiling at his mom, who was looking more excited every second.

All right," the waitress said, licking the tip of her pencil and going to a clean sheet of paper on her note pad. "What can I get you, lass?" she asked Emiko. Emiko smiled and handed over the menu quickly. "A bowl of Boston Red Clam Chowder, extra clams and potatoes, and a tall glass of lemonade." The waitress wrote down the order as Emiko said it, but held her pencil away from the page, frowning and looking at the sky for a moment. "Is there something wrong?" the young looking mother asked, worried. The girl shook her head and smiled a little at her.

"It's nothing, lass," she said. "It's just I know all of the chefs today, the lemonade is tap, and I think today might be a bit hot and dry for such a sweet and citrus filled drink. Believe me, you'd be getting refills until you left if you got that. Might I suggest a pitcher of fresh fruit punch? We made about two gallons for a birthday party, but they cancelled at the last minute, so we're stuck with it."

Emiko looked impressed at the young woman and looked over at Daisuke, who smiled. "We'll take that instead," he said kindly, and the waitress wrote it in about two seconds flat. "What can I get you then laddie?" she asked Daisuke, pointing her pencil at him and looking him straight in the eyes.

"I'd like the linguini with marinara please," he said, also handing over the menu. Arisa smiled at Daisuke and took the menu. "Forgive me again lad," she said, eyes sparkling brightly, "but you seem the kind to take a risk."

If only she knew about Dark! both he and his mother thought, sharing a glance. "You might say that," he said, looking back at her. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well," she replied, holding the menus and her notepad to her left leg in one hand, "I think that you might like to try our new chef's special today. Ya see, we've got a chef in training who just came from America who worked at both a Chinese and Italian restaurant and he's doing a plate try-out where it's half any Italian pasta and half any Chinese dish. I don't know if it's your style, but it's a suggestion." Daisuke thought about it when a voice entered his head.

Do it Daisuke! the voice said enthusiastically. She's the waitress and she's a hott one at that! Do it for me, please? Daisuke sighed, then nodded to Arisa. "That'd be great," he replied. "The linguini and some Street Noodles please."The young lady smiled, wrote it down, and bowed to them both. "I'll be back in about two minutes with your fruit punch." She walked off, and Daisuke leaned back in the wrought iron chair, rubbing his temples. One of these days Dark, he thought bitterly, you're going to get slapped for that.

Who, me? came the semi-innocent reply. Daisuke was about to reply when Arisa came back with a pitcher of red fruit punch and two glasses of ice on a tray balanced over her head on one hand. "Here you are," she said cheerfully, placing the glasses on the table and pouring the red liquid carefully. She set the pitcher on the table between them and said, "I gave your orders over and they should be done in no more than ten minutes or else we're going to be two chefs short." The three laughed at the joke and the waitress walked away, passing nearly all the tables on her way to the kitchen. Daisuke turned back to his mother, about to start talking again when a large crash sounded.

Daisuke jumped instantly to his feet and looked around for the source of the crash and saw something that surprised him; Arisa was standing by a table of twenty people (nearly all men), many of them looking a little buzzed, fists by her face in a boxing stance. One of the guys was getting up off the floor almost ten feet away, a large violet bruise forming on his left cheekbone. "Ya know, I deal with a lot of crap from people all day," Arisa said, eyes narrowed in anger, her face now taking the look of a warrior whose honor had been defiled. "But you buddy; you just lit my very short fuse. Get up and fight ya perverted pansy-ass!" Daisuke dropped his jaw in amazement. She was insane! Almost like...

"Arisa!" a gruff male voice called out, followed by the appearance of a very large man. "What are you doing! This is the second time you have struck a customer in two weeks! Explain yourself before I fire you!"

"Ya know hoss," she said, lowering her hands and glaring at the new man, "I deal with your precious customers harassing me, pinching my ass, falling into me to cop a feel, making sexist comments and more without a peep. But to have someone stick his hand where it sure as Hell doesn't belong, that deserves a smack of common sense. For this ass, it happened to land on his left cheekbone. By the way asshole," she said, motioning to the bruised up man. "You better get a doctor to check out that broken cheekbone of yours."

"I'll sue you, you bitch!" one of the women screamed at her, holding the man around his shoulders. "This is assault!" Arisa gave the woman a look that said 'you-have-got-to-be-joking'. "Then I'll counter sue you and your husband for sexual harassment and emotional distress. Don't try it; I've done my fair share of court time and lawsuits." She turned to the man who had come out (and threatened to fire her) and smiled, holding out one hand. "I'll quit and make it easier for you, but I want my paycheck first." The fat man nodded and pulled out his wallet. "How much?" he asked.

"22,670 yen," she replied and the man wrote her a check and handed it to her. She stuffed it (as well as a collection of bills and change Daisuke guessed was her tips) into her pants pocket and took off the apron, handing it to a near-by waitress and walked out. As she passed the patio, she smiled at Daisuke and Emiko before walking down the street and into the crowd of people. Almost two minutes later, the calm atmosphere had returned and conversation had returned to normal. "That girl is rather unusual," Emiko said thoughtfully.

I just don't want to get in a fight with her! Daisuke thought, slightly scared of the young woman who had just so casually walked away. Are you scared of her Daisuke? Dark's voice asked in the back of his head. No! Daisuke thought back hastily. I just think that she might pack a harder punch than even Takeshi! A slight chuckle came from the Phantom Thief, but then he remained silent as the food was brought out and the two Niwa's ate gratefully.

(Next Day)

The next day, Daisuke went to school as normal with his best friend Takeshi Saehara telling him all about how his dad found out that Dark was going to strike (again) that night and how he was going to be there to catch it all. As usual, Daisuke zoned out and just walked into class, placing his things down on his desk. Satoshi had transferred to the high school because of his father allowing the school to skip him a grade, but the Harada twins Risa and Riku, Takeshi and pretty much everone from last year was still in the class. It was July 7th and it was also rather warm, with a bright sky and not a cloud in sight. Today's first class; English II.

"Are you listening to me Daisuke?" Takeshi shouted, bashing his fist into the poor boy's head. "You gotta help me prepare for when Dark shows up!" Daisuke saighed and shook his head.

"I can't this time Takeshi," he said. "My mom wants me home right after school today. Sorry." A young woman with blonde hair came into the room and set her books on the table, their new homeroom teacher for 9th grade. "Ohayoo goozaimasu seito-san!" she called out.

"Ohayoo goozaimasu, Sensei Minashito," the class called back, bowing and taking their seats. Daisuke looked out the window, wondering if today would be any different...

"Class," Mrs. Minashito called out. "I have some good news for you."

"Dark is visiting!" a girl in the back called out, followed by laughter all around the room. The teacher smiled and shook her head. "No," she replied, "but that would be a treat, hai? Today, we have a new foreign exchange student from Scotland."

Huh, Dark thought to Daisuke. The museum just got a collection of works from a Scottish clan a few weeks ago.

Really? Daisuke asked. I thought the museum only carried natural history and collections of yours.

So did I, came the response as the teacher continued. "Everyone, welcome Tamahoshi Arisa!" And guess who walked in.

"Hey Daisuke!" the brunette said, smiling mischievously. "Remember me?"

Sabriel: Short chappie, I know, but how did you like it?
Akefia: When do we get to the good part?
Sabriel: Next chapter.
Akefia: Good.
Sabriel: All right readers, you know the drill; you read, now please review. I swear it'll get better next time!
Akefia: ...Can you swear that on your soul?
Sabriel: Yes! Don't make me bring out my trademark!
Akefia: -shuts up-
Chibi Jou (my little brother): -randomly appears- Hey sis!
Sabriel: -whips out giant rubber mallet and whacks her brother so hard upside the head he gets knocked uncoscious and flies out of the room-
Akefia: Too late...
Sabriel: Shut up bishie. Please review readers! I might be tempted to continue if you do! Oh, P.S: In dollars, Arisa's paycheck would have been about 217 dollars.