Hello again! Ohmigosh, thank you for all the praise, so yeah! It's great to see that you guys like the stuff I write! Sooooo… thanks!! And what do you guys think of the quotes I put in this fanfic? Do you like them, or do they annoy you? Please be honest!! Oh yeah (Midorai POV again)

-Today is the Tomorrow we worried about Yesterday- Anonymous.

Emiko walked in front of me, leading me to a nearby clothing store. I was glad that I knew my bank account number. I in no way wanted these kind people to spend money on me. Daisuke trailed along behind us, and I felt bad, as though I should be walking behind instead of in front of him.

"I'll let you go and choose your clothing, just meet me outside the store. Daisuke and I need to get ready for his date," Emiko replied.

"MOM!!!!" Daisuke screamed, horrified. I laughed as I watched Daisuke and his mom walk off. I browsed slowly through the isles of clothing, running my hands along the cloth, relishing in the change of texture. After about an hour of the constant trying on of various articles of clothing, I made my way to the cash register.

"That'll be ¥70000 please," the woman said cheerfully. (Note: estimated the price, I have no clue how much Yen she would have spent!!) I reached into the pocket, and pulled the money out, handing it over to her. She smiled at me, and I just rolled my eyes. True, I would smile to if someone handed me that much yen, even if it was just to go into the cash register.

I hefted the large bag up higher on my arm, and walked out the large double doors. I saw Daisuke and Emiko waiting for me as promised. Daisuke's hair was recently cut, as I could see it was a shorter by about a half inch.

"Hello, I'm sorry, were you waiting long?" I asked, blushing slightly.

"No, don't worry, we just got here," Emiko replied, laughing softly.

"…And the Phantom Thief Dark will be striking the museum tonight at 10:00 pm, to steal the Nile Key…" the news reporter's voice came in from the T.V. screens in the nearby electronic store. I looked over, and noticed that Daisuke seemed to twitch hearing Dark's name.

"So is this the Dark I've been hearing about?" I asked, doing a last bit of research.

"Yeah," Daisuke muttered, looking away, suddenly nervous. I wondered why…

"Fun…" I muttered to myself, looking into my bag at one of my outfits. I grinned inwardly, and hefted the bag higher on my arm.

"Well, thank you; I've got a pretty good start on my new wardrobe, so thanks!" I smiled happily at them, and Emiko looked at me in a proud manner.

"Well, we better head off to the school so we get you registered, if you're lucky, you can start tomorrow," she patted me on the shoulder. I did my best to grin back. Just what I needed, to go to some public school…

By the time we had reached the school, Emiko had managed to embarrass Daisuke about five times, which had gotta be some kind of record. Soon, I had bought three sets of the school's uniform, for the guys. I would never degrade myself enough to wear a girl's uniform; its skirt was far too small.

"So why did you insist on the guy's uniform?" Daisuke asked, looking over his shoulder at me. I looked over at him reproachfully.

"Do you have any idea how short the girl's skirt is?" I asked, looking over at him.

(Daisuke's POV)

"No," I replied quickly, hoping it wasn't too quick.

'Yes, indeed yes, and don't lie, Daisuke,' Dark jumped into the conversation quickly. I felt the warmth of a blush rise up my neck to my cheeks. I could almost see the young man laughing at me. I hated it.

"Yeah, well, they are, and I'm not wearing it! I don't care what they say!" she replied, nodding her head curtly. Her hair rippled with the sudden movement.

"Uh… yes…" I muttered back, not willing to get into anything that resembled a fight with Midorai.

The rest of the car ride was filled with an awkward silence, broken only by the radio, blaring Glay or Do As Infinity through the small speakers. I sighed, inwardly wishing someone one would say something, but no one did. Dark was unusually quiet during the ride, and all that mom did was hum. Midorai was silent as stone, and from what I could see from the reflection on the window's shiny pane of glass, her facial expression was the same way. I sighed and slumped back in my seat, my head resting lightly on the head rest.

(Midorai's POV)

By the time we finally pulled up at the house, I must say, I was relieved. An awkward silence had fallen on us like a thick blanket, smothering all intentions of a conversation. Various times, I had opened my mouth to start a conversation, but just as quickly, closed it, no sound issuing from my lips. I rushed quickly into the house, thanking Emiko and Daisuke as I did, and hurried to get out of my borrowed clothes. In no time, I had roughly pulled the top over my head, and donned a deep brown turtle neck, the soft silken material soothing my skin. I had a harder time trying to shove off the pants though, and my then, and pulled on an ankle length suede skirt, of a similar color. I pulled my soft hair back with a large white ribbon, and donned a cream colored jacket, with white fur trimming. I sighed contentedly, rubbing my face against the imitation fur. I then amused myself for a short amount of time by looking at myself in the mirror. Once content, I folded up the borrowed clothing, and placed in near the washer, which I had found by accident in an expedition to find the bathroom.

"My do you look sweet!" Emiko cried out happily as soon as she saw me. I felt the warmth of blush rise up on my cheeks, like a soft fire in my skin. She pulled me into an excited hug and kissed me on the cheek. This simple gesture made me want to cry. It had been years since my own mother had done the same thing. I had almost forgotten what it felt like… almost.

After the glomping ended, I made my way to Daisuke, and smiled at him, and for some reason , blushing, though I had no idea as to why.

"Thank you for letting me borrow your clothing, I know it must have been a bit rude," I bowed my head to him slightly, sending my hair falling over my shoulders.

"I…I…It was n…nnnn… nothing," and that was he could manage before the doorbell rang. Since I was closet, I answered it. Standing on the other side was a young girl, around Daisuke's age, with her hair cut at her chin. She wore a pair of battered jean, a light blue top, and a jean jacket on. One sneaker clad foot tapped it's toe against the flooring, and I smiled at her, while she looked back at me with uncertainty.

"Is…" I cut her off.

"Daisuke's here, I'll get him," I replied smiling at her, trying to seem friendly. I got Daisuke, wished him luck on his date, and he walked out the door. As I walked back up to the room they had lent me, I hummed to myself as I busied myself filling the small closet, and waited until it was time. Daisuke was out still, according to his parents, and I grinned to myself, the prospect of Dark still in my mind. Indeed he had caught my attention, and I wanted to meet him… Indeed…

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