Hello again, my (two?) faithful readers! You requested another chapter, so here it is, and just as random as the first. Yet again I have decided to make up a story as I go along. Probably not the best decision ever, but, hey, I'm the author. I can do what I want. In any case, on with the show.
Oh, and in case you are an idiot and didn't already know this, I DO NOT own D.N.Angel. It is entirely Yukiru Sugisaki's creatioin. Every thing I write for this story is a pale imitation of her original work.
White Wings for Dark Angels, a D.N.Angel story...
Chapter Two: What a Long, Strange Trip it's Been
For the darkness aspires always to envelop the light...
"Well, you certaintly caused quite a fiasco in downtown today, young man." Mrs. Niwa's eyes sparkled with bemused annoyance.
Daisuke was relieved to see that they weren't smoldering in anger. After all, he had just taken off on Wiz's black wings in the middle of Los Angeles, a city that didn't have the greatest allowance for absurd phenomena. And they had seen more than their fair share of strange phenomena for one day...
He had not flown into the window for fear of attracting even more suspicion than he already had. Rather, he and Wiz had landed at a park near the hotel and walked back. Wiz was hidden inside Daisuke's jacket pocket, despite the creature's good-natured protests.
Wasn't that fun, Daisuke? Dark had whispered in his ear as he walked down the sidewalk, cheeks still flushed from exhilirating embarrasment. Come on, you know you had fun.
No, I didn't,reprimanded the legendary thief. "And now my mother will be mad at me, and then she'll ground me, and then you won't be able to have fun with me because I have to stay in the hotel room, or follow my mother to her boring bank meetings!"
Oh, the thief sighed. I guess I never thought about it that way.
"Darn right you didn't," Daisuke muttered, much to the confusion of the young couple he hurried past, who were arguing about why the husband hadn't taken out the trash.
Suddenly, Daisuke's thief senses knew, he was being followed by an enraged man whom he had apparently offended with his private mutterings. Quickening his pace rapidly, he attempted to listen to Dark's directions over the increasingly loud and crude curses of the man tailing him.
Quick, Dark had whispered, this is a shortcut.
"How do you know that?" Daisuke yelled out loud, not even thinking about talking to Dark in his mind, and in the process infuriating a black-haired woman who was explaining to her sobbing friend that her boyfriend did not, in fact, cheat on her. The sobbing woman heard Daisuke's fleeting jab, and with a shrill scream flew after him, swinging her purse in the air.
Now tailed by two would-be assailants, Daisuke was turning corners, jaywalking, and running up buildings like a pro. In fact, after following Dark's instructions without first discerning the consequences, he found himself standing on top of Los Angeles County Hospital.
This is just great, Dark, Daisuke fumed.How am I supposed to get down from here? I can't just saunter in and say, "Sorry, I just ran up the side ofthe building, and I can't run back down. Where's your bathroom?"
Dark laughed. You could alwaysask Wiz to fly you back to the hotel.
Daisuke could just see Dark's eyesflashing mockingly. Resigning himself to a severe fate when his mother found out about all of this, he took Wiz out of his pocket. "Can you fly us back home without being seen by too many people?"
"Kyu-kyu kyuuu kyu!" Wiz smiled and hopped about in Daisuke's hand as if to say cheerfully, "Of course I can. But you aren't going to like it!" Daisuke sighed and lowered his shoulders as Wiz leaped onto his back and transformed into a giant pair of dark wings.
Daisuke gasped. Wiz was flying very high, above some of the low-lying clouds, so that they would only be seen as hawks. Unfortunately, Daisuke had a very un-thief-like fear of heights, which was raising his pulse astronomically.
Relax, Dark said, and enjoy the view. You aren't scared, are you? I can't deal with scaredy-cat hosts.
Daisuke groaned and closed his eyes, graciously allowing darkness to save him from his terror.
"Daisuke, honey? Are you all right?" Daisuke opened his eyes, and became aware that he was back in reality once again. His mother was holding a steaming cup of chai tea under his nose, and the intensely sweet smell was almost enough to make him froth at the mouth. He took it eagerly and drank it. His mother smiled, patted him on the head, and whispered, "It's okay. That was cammomile tea. You just rest now, okay. The big show is going on later tonight!"
Daisuke stood up and wobbled, addled by the strong effects of the tea. "Whaddayamean, bigshow?"
His mother giggled. "Oh, honey. Didn't you see the news?" Her eyes glittered with an excitement that Daisuke should have immediately recognized, but by this time he could barely keep his eyes open. "At eight o'clock tonight, the Phantom Thief Dark is going to steal the Staff of Stars from the Los Angeles Museum of Art, right in the middle of a big party! What fun!" His mother left Daisuke giggling madly.
Daisuke fell backward awkwardly, and closed his eyes with a groan. As he settled into a deep sleep, Daisuke thought he could hear Dark laughing maniacally in his head.