Once again, faithful readers (of which there are four! people), welcome to my story! Okay, was the last chapter confusing? I apologize, but I just had this random idea to make everything in it a flashback. Lame, I know, but I was in class at the time, so...yeah. A bored writer, like a bored kender in the Dragonlance universe, is a very dangerous thing. Ahem. On to the show. Or the party, as it were.

I shouldn't have to do this by now, but, I still will anyway: I DO NOT OWN D.N.Angel! There. That should please the licensing monsters at Tokyopop.

White Wings for Dark Angels, a D.N.Angel story:

Chapter Three: "Dia-suck-ay Neewa" and American Japanese

But light repels it with the dark's own sorrows...

Wake up, sleepyhead! Dark yelled inside Daisuke's head. Groaning, Daisuke reached out and tried to slap the air surrounding his head, dimly aware that someone was talking to him.

Over here, idiot! Daisuke, reacting to the insult, brought his arm back toward the voice and punched himself in the head. Yelping in pain, he sat up, flinging a sleeping Wiz off of his head like a rag doll and onto the floor.

"Kyuu kyu kyuuuuu!" Wiz shouted angrily, and jumped back on the bed.

"Sorry, buddy," Daisuke said thickly as he rubbed the creature between the ears. "I didn't mean to," he amended swiftly. Then, his eyes glazing over darkly, he added, "Dark was being a jerk."

No time to complain, bucko, Dark laughed. If you would read the note on the table beside your bed, you might notice that the taxi your mother sent for you is arriving in five minutes. Then, he added sarcastically, you may take note of your appearance.

"Shut up," Daisuke muttered out loud, and quickly changed from his street clothes to the suit and bowtie his mom had laid out for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of paper sticking out of his pants pocket. He picked it up and read the letter from his mother.

Hi honey! I hope you won't be late to the museum party. A taxi will be outside the hotel at 8 to pick you up. Please use it (and not Wiz) to get to the museum. Oh, and I've included a special surprise in your breast pocket for the party. Don't look, sneaky! Save it for the big show! Love, Mom.

"I wonder what that could be, Daisuke thought out loud, and reached for his pocket. Suddenly his right hand exploded with pain. He looked down and saw Wiz hanging from his hand by his teeth. "Blast it, Wiz! Get off!"

Wiz attempted to speak, and in the process released his jaw from Daisuke's hand, thereby causing him to fall to the ground and let out a pathetic "Kyuuu..."

Daisuke sighed, feeling sorry for his little friend, and put him in his pocket with the special item. His mom had obviously told Wiz not to let Daisuke touch the thing, and this way, Wiz could easily protect it, whatever it was.

But instead, he found himself grabbing Wiz again and telling the little animal to turn into Dark's wings. Wiz happily obliged, jumping into from Daisuke's hand, onto his shoulder, and latching on to the space between Daisuke's shoulder blades. And then, before Daisuke could attempt to stop himself, he opened the window and threw himself out.

Dark! he shouted angrily at the thief as Wiz unfurled himself and let Daisuke glide down to the sidewalk. Why did you do that? You about gave me a heart attack!

Sorry, bud, Dark said slyly. We were about to miss the taxi. That, and I didn't really feel like walking down a bunch of stairs. I wanted some adventure!

You'll get plenty of adventure tonight when you steal the whatchamacallit at the museum, Daisuke argued. He ran--quite swiftly, Dark noticed, faster than he usually did--around the hotel and presented himself to the valet, panting heavily.

"Are you..." the valet looked at a business card he was holding in his hand, "...Dia-suck-kay Neewa?" His eyes looked skeptically from the card to thethirteen year old standing in front of him.

"Something like that," Daisuke muttered, and the man opened the door of the elegant, spacious taxi for him, muttering something about the "darn japanese". Daisuke complained to himself about the Americans' horrible pronunciation. In fact, just today--before the sunglasses incident, that is--he had seen a young girl come up and ask her mother if she could buy a "man-gay" called "dnn-angel". Of course, the manga the girl was trying to buy was called D.N.Angel, and he had been just about to look at the cover artwork--which looked strangely familiar to him, though he couldn't understand why--when he had been distracted by the sunglass shop across the street.

Relax, Dark whispered soothingly. Tonight's 'big show' will go off much smoother than our little escapade in downtown today. I'm sure of it.

Yeah, sure it will, Daisuke thought glumly. You don't have to be on your best behavior at a boring museum party.

Dark laughed. We'll see about that when we get there.

Thank you very much for all the reviews. Another chapter will be up soon, and I promise that Satoshi will be here soon. After all, he has to catch Dark flirting with the ladies at the party!