Martha BeaudinPage 23/3/2006
Words: 439
DNAngel Parody
It was a dark and stormy night, pun totally intended. The winged Phantom Thief Dark landed sopping wet on the windowsill of the Museum of the Cultural Reformation. Picking the lock with the ease of an artist pulling his brush, he jumped inside to the floor ten feet below. 'We're in, Daisuke.' He said mentally to the boy.
The red-headed boy sighed inside his head. "Fine. All well and good. Can we get this book thing my mom wants and go home now? I'm not even using my body and I can tell I'm gonna wake up with a cold tomorrow."
'Oh stop complaining, notice Wif hasn't said a word.'
"HE DOESN'T TALK!"
'Details, details.' The sorcerer thief's wings became his small companion, a white rabbit with HUGE red eyes. "Kyuu?"
"Quiet Wif. Which way's the library?" the violet-haired thief asked, smirking.
"Kyuu!" called the familiar, dashing off down a corridor.
Running down the hallway silent as an owl on the hunt, Dark finally skidded to a stop on the polished floor of the museums library, where all the legends of a Japan forbidden by the foreigners were carefully kept and hidden away. The bookshelves were stacked ten high and for hundreds of feet in either direction. How were they to find that book in this? Apparently Wif knew, because he immediately jumped up to the third shelf and waved his arms at Dark. "Kyuu!"
Dark pulled the book off the shelf and stuffed it into his backpack. "NOW can we go home?" Daisuke begged.
The striking thief smirked. 'I guess.' He said, transforming Wif back into the wings they would need to escape from the polices' not-so-excellent security. Reaching the same window he came in through, he growled. 'Stupid rain still won't let up.' he thought, taking off. Once he arrived home, he handed the book to Emiko. "Ohhhh! Thanks Dark!" she squealed, hugging it.
Having finished his job, Dark let Daisuke take over again, and transformed back into the small, cursed, red-haired boy. Daisuke groaned at his mother's childishness. "Mooooom. What's so magical about THIS book that we couldn't steal and seal it TOMMORROW?"
Emiko blinked. "Magical? I just wanted to make Tokugawa shinmin for dinner!"
Daisuke fell face first onto the floor. "WHAT?"
Authors Note: Tokugawa Shinmin is a dish served to the imperial emperor at festivals, but it's only known written versions and those who knew how to make it were all burned during the United States napalm bombing of Tokyo. Naturally, anyone who could record this dish would've had it put in the imperial library's secret vaults of pre-US interference cultural treasures.
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