Due to an overwhelming, popular decision (one person), I've decided to post a second chapter. Again, I haven't gotten to Krad yet, but I have my reasons . . . No worries, he'll be in this.

Oh, and don't worry about the references to "God." I would put in "Kami-sama" or just "Kami," but I don't feel like explaining what those mean. Which by now should be blatantly obvious.

Anyways, here's a second chapter.

Disclaimor: I do not own D.N.Angel. In fact, I've failed to see an episode or read the manga. I've only seen music videos and whatever various sites have to say. And other fics. So . . . Yeah, I won't get the characters right, but what humor-based fic does? Anyways, I'm still borrowing it, so no worries. I'm thinking about renting, but it's too expensive.

"That's it!" Katsura screamed, throwing down the object that had dared to incur his wrath. "I've had it with you!"

The watch didn't react, but merely sat in the puddle on the ground, showing the passage of time in a not-so-quiet manner. Katsura had finally had enough of the conniving watch, and got rid of it. Third backstabbing device that week. It had to be some sort of world record. Damned watches.

Katsura stormed off in the rain, hunched over to try and stay dry. However, without a rain coat, or even a light jacket, this proved nearly impossible. In fact, he was already soacked through. As soon as the train had pulled out of sight, the sky opened up and poured down upon Katsura. As well as thunder and lightning. Just like his luck, too.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" the boy demanded, shaking his fist at the dark sky. "You like seeing me in misery! You evil, evil person!"

Whomever Katsura was talking to didn't answer. There wasn't even the crash of thunder to acknowledge that he had even spoken. This just seemed to anger Katsura even more.

He bent down, and in a flash, had a rock in his hand. With all of his might, he threw the fist-sized rock at the sky. That oughta teach the evil, evil person to not answer Katsura Tobei!

"Ow!"

A dark figure fell from the sky, landing quite gracelessly on his butt across the street from Katsura. Wide-eyed and blinking, Katsura raced towards the purple-haired person. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but it definately wasn't this!

"Are you alright?" Katsura asked in concern.

The young man got to his feet, rubbing both head and butt. "What's the big idea, throwin' rocks at people!"

"You wouldn't answer me!" replied Katsura heatedly.

"Wha . . .?" Confusion lit the young man's handsome face. Interesting . . . he had purple eyes, too.

Katsura narrowed his eyes. "You heard me, I know you did! You didn't answer me! You're EVIL!"

The purple-haired, purple-eyed young man (Kaitou Dark from now on, because we all know that's who this person is) stared at the boy in disbelief. He had absolutely NO idea what the heck this kid was saying to him, but he sure as hell didn't like it.

"Listen pipsqueak," Dark said, starting on his way, "I don't have time for this. Lemme alone."

Katsura leapt in front of his path. "NOT until you tell me why you didn't answer me, Mr. I'm-Too-Cocky-Too-Wear-Underwear!"

Dark gaped at the boy. How the HELL did that little brat know he, Kaitou Dark, the Greatest Theif of All Time, didn't wear any underwear? It took a few seconds for it to register in Dark's mind that the boy wanted an answer (to both of his demands). It took much longer for Dark to realize that this boy was familiar.

"Have I seen you someplace before?" Dark asked, suspiciously. Fangirls were bad enough. He didn't need Fanboys, especially insane, mentally sub-normal, and eeriely perceptive Fanboys.

"You've seen me!" Katsura screamed. What did this person think, that he was stupid? "You see me all day long, and even sometimes all night, you frickin' perv!"

What. The. Hell.

"Huh?" was Dark's oh-so-bright answer.

"You - see - me - all - the - time!" Katsura yelled, making sure each word was correctly pronounced and very, very clear. "I would've never pegged Kaitou Dark as being God, but-"

"God!" Dark exclaimed. His shock quickly wore off. Hmmm, if insane-mentally-subnormal-and-eeriely-perceptive boy thought he was God, why not indulge him?

Katsura glared at Dark, frowning, arms crossed crossly across his chest. Dark/God must think that Katsura Tobei was truly stupid.

Dark gave Katsura a winning smile. "Oh, right, I remember you now . . ."

Dark? Dark! Daisuke's voice sounded inside of Dark's head. What's going on? Hey! It's that boy from the train! The one that was-

The one that was checking you out! Dark exclaimed, mentally snapping his fingers and laughing maniacally while rubbing his hands together in wicked plotting.

Meanwhile, Katsura was feeling rather down. God didn't recognize him right away? Jeez, how insignificant can you get if God doesn't recognize you!

Dark . . .? Dark, what are you planning! Daisuke demanded. DARK! Dark, no, stop it, he's just a kid . . .

What does Dark have planned . . .? In all reality, I don't know. I'm just making this up as I go. I wasn't even expecting the review I got (3), so don't complain to me about lack of planning. And there will be more Underwear Gaming, but I couldn't fit it in this chapter. So I hope you just like the reference I made to it.

WolfBane2 - Yeah, you'd have to be bored to play The Underwear Game. How do you think this story came about? lol

purplepeopleeater666 - That was a good song. Anyways, I came up with this by merely being bored with a computer, a nagging need to write, and a growing obsession with D.N.Angel and panties. I mean, underwear. That is the politically correct phrase, correct?

hittocerebattosia - Your name's really hard to type out::gasps for breath: And you have a staring problem, you realize this::stares back:

Thanks for all the reviews! Now, be good reviewers and review for my not-so-humorous story, Crawling in the Dark. And you don't even have to know what I'm writing it from. :) And also, you can review for this one, too, if you want. Reviews make me happy inside.