Third chapter is up! Wow, 8 reviews! I'm shocked. I never even expected to get ONE! Okay, so MAYBE one or two, at most three, but EIGHT! I must be better at this than I thought . . . I'll have you know, though. Writing this is better than most other things at improving a bad mood . . . :))
Disclaimor: Still don't own D.N.Angel. Prolly won't ever. Can't even rent. I can only borrow and hope no one objects. :shrugs:
"Ow . . .!"
"Shh! Do you want Creep Boy to hear you?"
"B-but . . . you're standing on my head!"
"If you weren't so short, I wouldn't have to stand on your head!"
Katsura mentally cursed Dark/God, and grit his teeth as the kaitou/deity opened the window to the museum. The small boy's only relief was that it had stopped raining, though it was still thundering and lightning. Not that he was afraid. Kaa-chan said big boys weren't afraid of thunder and ligh-
The sudden flaring of lightning and crash of thunder made Katsura squawk and fall into a protective, fetal position. In which his head was under his arms, and his chin was to his knees. Unfortunately, Dark/God had yet to get fully inside of the museum, and was now balancing quite unsteadily on his stomach in said museum window.
Dark gasped and gagged, trying to catch his breath, which had been lost when the crazy-mentally-subnormal-and-eeriely-perceptive boy had mysteriously disappeared.
"Hey!" Dark managed raspily. "What the hell happened!"
"I dropped my contact lense!" Katsura replied hastily, sounding totally unbelievable, and hoping that Dark/God would actually believe him, but then Dark/God would know he didn't wear contacts, so Dark/God wouldn't believe him, but he could still pray, but Dark/God would hear his prayers and know he was lying, and his secret would be found out, which in all actuallity, Dark/God should know what his (Katsura's) secret was, since he IS Dark/God.
"Did you find it?" Dark demaned testily.
Be nice, Daisuke scolded gently. Imagine having to wear contacts at his age . . .
Hush, you, replied the irritated kaitou. He's almost worse than Creepy Boy.
"Y-yeah . . .," Katsura muttered, standing again. He looked up at Dark/God, wondering if he had really fallen for it. Which was impossible, for above mentioned reasons.
"Good. Now hurry up and get back under me!"
Katsura rolled his eyes, and did as he was told, all the while muttering under his breath about how demanding Dark/God was.
"What was that!" Dark hissed out after a particularily vicious muttering.
"Nothing," Katsura said innocently. As innocently as he could with a very solid kaitou/deity standing and figeting on his head while trying to get in the window. Honestly, how long did it take for a person to get in a window! And this person was supposed to be a theif as well as a god!
After much deliberation, Dark finally made it into the museum. Katsura quickly followed, realizing why it had taken Dark/God so long. It was a long, long ways down . . . Katsura barely made it with few injuries.
"What is it this time?" Dark snapped quietly, beginning to wonder at the wisdom of bringing a child with him while he stole something . . . even if the child was calling him "God" and would do anything he told him . . . Well, with that thought, Dark pushed aside any such concern.
Sooner or later, you're going to have to give him back, Daisuke chided in the back of Dark's mind.
But not until I'm finished with him! Dark replied with a chuckle. Daisuke only sighed, and shook his head. Mentally, of course, since Daisuke wasn't actually there, but just a person inside of Dark's head. Which would make one wonder if he were actually there, since it would seem he were only a voice in Dark's head . . .
"I fell on my ankle weird," Katsura grumbled, limping after Dark/God. His remark went unnoticed, as Dark/God had been having a conversation with a Daisuke in his head that may or may not have actually been there.
Dark continued down the hallway, eyeing the various artworks and being a general annoyance to both Katsura and the voice that may or may not have been in his head truly. There were some mishaps, mainly involving the not-seriously-wounded-but-still-limping Katsura, but they were minor and very, very dull to mention.
"You're late," an emotionless voice called out.
"I had some trouble," Dark shrugged amiably, giving a smirk at Hiwatari Satoshi, who had stepped dramatically out of the shadows to apprehend the theif.
"Hey! I remember you!" Katsura yelled, completely giving away his position and totally ruining element of surprise Dark might have been planning to use him as. Hiwatari blinked at the child, but he recognized him from the train station, who had been staring at people intensely and had gone to stare at totally inappropriate ads when caught. Inappropriate because the boy must have been too young to truly understand what the ads had meant.
"Getting sidekicks, are we?" Hiwatari asked, an eyebrow cocked. "Are things getting to complicated for you?"
"Pfft!" Dark scoffed, though actually annoyed at Katsura, and slightly worried that Katsura might have confused Creepy Boy/Commander for some weird deity as well . . . But then again, Creepy Boy wasn't nearly as good-looking, smooth, sexy, brilliant, or anything like that as DARK, the best theif of ALL TIME.
And narcissitic, Daisuke added. Though how and why Daisuke knew that word was beyond Dark. Silly little voices.
"He's just following me around," Dark added quickly after his scoff.
"He told me to!" Katsura protested. "He told me that I had to help him get in-"
Dark quickly clamped his hand over the boy's mouth, smiling and trying to appear suave and unruffled. "Kids these days. Very good a story-telling."
Poor Dark . . . Things just weren't going his way that night. Hiwatari/Creepy Boy figured everything out. Well, almost.
"You told him to help you?" he asked, showing a trace of amusement/surprise. "And I thought you claimed to be the best theif of all time."
"I am!" Dark snapped, letting Katsura go in the process. However, Katsura didn't get a chance to speak, because suddenly, Hiwatari/Creepy Boy/Commander's own little voice inside his head got impatient to be out and curious as to why Kaitou Dark was hanging around little boy's and making them let him in the museum.
". . . I would've never pegged you as a pervert," Krad said, glaring at Dark, though not because he was a pervert, but because glaring at Dark is just what Krad does. It's almost his reason for existence, if you don't count the times he tries to kill Dark/Daisuke.
"I'm not a pervert!" Dark protested.
"Then why are you suddenly interested in little boys?" Krad asked.
"I'm NOT a little boy!" Katsura shouted in protestation, throwing his arms across his chest and casting Krad a heated glare, which only succeeded in proving that Katsura was, indeed, just a boy, because the effect was rather cute.
"You're shorter than me," Krad pointed out paitiently. "And you're male. Therefore, you are a little boy."
"I'm not a mail!" Katsura screamed beet-faced, causing the two beings to stare at him. "Mails are what you get in the mail box!"
Krad stared at Dark. "And where did you find this one?"
Dark sighed. "It's a long story . . ."
"He decided that he wanted to answer me this time," Kastura chirped, his anger currently forgotten.
Then Krad made on of the biggest mistakes in his long, long, long life. He asked Katsura a question. "What?"
Katsura took a deep breath. "I asked God if he liked to see me in misery, and I threw a rock at him 'cause he didn't answer me, and I hit him and found out that God was Dark, and he told me to help him, so I did. What's your name? How do you know God? You seem to know him pretty well? Are you two close? How did you get out of that other guy's body? What happened to him? If you two are in the same body, do you wear blue tighty-whiteies, too? Only they wouldn't be white, but blue, so tighty-blueies."
Krad could only stare in growing shock at the small boy as he rambled on. How the hell did he know what kind of underwear his Satoshi-sama wore! Needless to say, Hiwatari wanted to know the same thing.
How . . . How does he know! Hiwatari asked, his mouth gaped open. Though, like Daisuke and Dark, it was only mentally, since now Hiwatari is just a voice in Krad's mind. You'd think they'd have all checked in the nut house by now, hearing voices in their heads, now wouldn't you?
I don't know, Satoshi-sama, Krad admitted, still shocked. But I intend to find out . . .
Dark, on the other hand, was cracking up laughing. He was actually, literally on the ground, clutching his stomach, laughing. He rolled on his back and sides, tears streaming from his eyes. So, Creepy Boy wore that kind of underwear! So he wasn't the only one that crazy-mentally-subnormal-and-eeriely-perceptive kid knew the underwear type on.
Daisuke could only blush and gape soundlessly as Katsura prattled on and on and on about almost nothing.
Krad held up a hand for Katsura to cease, but Katsura continue. Krad glared at him, but he continued. Krad gave him one of his colder, death glares, but Katsura still didn't seem to notice. Then Krad gave him his psychotic-homocidal-I'm-going-to-kill-you-in-the-most-painful-way-possible-patented-no-one-else-can-use-on-pain-of-torturous-death-evil-glare-of-death. Even Dark, generally immune to such glares, stopped laughing in mid-laugh to shudder inward at the pure glareness of the glare. Satoshi showed no reaction, but was quaking inside his mental-imaged-self. Daisuke had found a mentally-produced sheild and was shivering behind it. Katsura, however . . .
" . . . and then my kaa-chan made me some fudge, and I was lots better after that. Did your kaa-chan ever make you fudge? Do you really wear gold-fringed, gold-embroidered, white thongs?"
"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP!" Krad shouted, his eye twitching murderously.
". . . Not really," Katsura smiled.
Dark started laughing again. This time, he was joined by Daisuke. Even Satoshi broke from his usual stoic, I-have-no-emotions-I'm-an-android self and gave a small chuckle or two. Krad's hands curled into fists as his eye and eyebrow began to twitch. Of course, having what manner of underwear you wear, especially such as mentioned above, spouted to your worst enemy, his tamer, and your tamer (all three you either wish dead or under your complete control) by a little boy, half your size, an eighth of your weight, and a half of your appeared age could have that effect on anyone, really.
So, obviously, Krad wanted to kill Katsura.
I had to think of the worst, most evil form of underwear Krad could wear. It took a while too . . . He's a tough one. Yeah. This chapter's pretty long, but I wanted to get Krad in it this time. :) And I did. :) Do you know how difficult it is for a dyslexic to write down Dark and Krad, and get them right, so many times?
REVIEWS OF MINE
hittocerebattosai - You still have a staring problem, but I'm glad you enjoyed the second chapter. Here's the next, which you should enjoy as well.
WolfBane2 - I actually rather like wolves. Don't be their bane, please. And furthermore. Thanks for saying I'm good at humor. If only I could harness it, I would be able to do stand-up comedy. :) Unfourtunately for me, it's about as random as a frog dancing the cancan to the music of Limp Bizkit while eating chocolate-covered apples and singing the alphabet in German.
catseyes77 - Cat's Eye and Tiger's Eye are really pretty stones. Thanks for the compliments. Eat chocolate or strawberries as a reward.
ichigo-chan - I enjoy playing the Underwear Game, so no, I don't find that disturbing. Disturbing is ancient-fied Mickey Mouse cartoons, those black-and-white ones where Disney was Mickey's voice::shudders: Oh, I don't own Mickey Mouse OR Disney. In fact, Mickey Mouse BELONGS to Disney, so I don't own Disney, otherwise I'd own Mickey Mouse, too. And I think I just misspelled Micky the entire time. :shrugs:
REVIEWS OF MINE END
Oh, I've noticed a disturbing LACK of increase of reviews for my beloved story, Crawling in the Dark. All you need to do is click on my username, Ashe Nightingale, and scroll down, ignoring my bio, 'cause that's just boring stuff anyways, and click on the story that's beneath The Underwear Game and read it and then review for it and tell me what you think. I would greatly appreciate it. Truly I would. It's almost entirely made up of Original Characters (:gasp:) so if you don't know/understand Gundam Wing, it doesn't matter 'cause that's basically not even what it's about! And yes, I'm advertising for my other story on this one!