OKAY, I am SO SORRY that it took me so long to update this story, but I finally brought my notebook to school on a free day! Okay, no time for review answering, but this chap is fraught with sibling rivalry…. oh, don't we all love it? Okay, going right into the story now. Love y'all; catch ya on the flip side! --Dark's Angel

Chapter 8

"I said I was sorry!" Rikaru repeated for what seemed to be the thousandth time in the last hour. Jenny only glared darkly at her older sister, refusing to speak to her. Since Rika had met that "Krad" person she wouldn't shut up about, she'd insisted that he go with them. And if that hadn't been bad enough, the girl had added fuel to the fire by encouraging Jenny to invite Dark to "make it fair," as she had so carefully put it. Now the distraught younger girl was hell-bent on giving Rika the silent treatment.

"It's too late to tell Krad I changed my mind…" Rika continued. Jenny's glare moved to the kitchen window, out at the driveway, still ignoring the other girl. As she gazed through her narrowed sapphire eyes, she vaguely heard the growling of an engine.

"Kyuu?" With lifted his head off of the counter he was resting on, eyes wide, nose twitching quickly. He padded over to look out the window and his eyes shone with delight. "Kyuu, kyuu!" He cried, jumping up and down. He smiled over at Jenny and pointed out the window. "Kyuu!" He repeated.

Jenny sighed and half-heartedly slid off her chair.

"Is Dark here?" Rika asked in one last feeble attempt at breaking her sister's "vow of silence." Jenny only shot her a look that clearly said "leave me alone or I will rip your head off," pushing her ebony bangs out of her line of vision and watching out of the corner of her eye as the violet haired teen strolled casually up their driveway. She was so focused on not talking that she'd not noticed the absence of the motor.

Neglecting the manners to knock, Dark pushed open the door and flashed a brief smile. "Sorry to interrupt the morning, girls." He apologized. "With," he turned to the rabbit, "let's get going." With nodded and climbed up onto his partner's shoulder, waving to Jenny. The girl refused to look at him.

Rika hesitated, casting a nervous glance at her sister. Then she spoke quickly, before she could change her mind. "Dark, d'you wanna hang out with us today? We're going to the mall with Krad."

Dark growled slightly at the name.

"Or," Rika added hastily, "you could hang out with Jenny and I could go with Krad." There was a pause.

"I don't believe I know a Jenny…the name doesn't really ring a bell." He murmured to himself.

Jenny ever so slowly lifted her hand to push her bangs to the side once again, leaning against the wall and clearing her throat. It was about time he found out her name. "You never gave me a chance to say," She told him, shrugging, "that I'm Jenny. You just stuck to calling me those nicknames that I despise so much." He smiled, despite the inference that she really didn't like him.

"So your name's Jenny, is it?" He shrugged as well. "It's a cute name, but I still like 'Angel' better."

"Eh, trust me—stick with 'Jenny.' She'll be apt to kill you if you don't." Rika pointed out truthfully. Jenny glared at her, folding her arms.

"That random voice from nowhere needs to know that I can speak for myself, thanks." She growled rather immaturely.

"This needs to stop, Jen!" Rika exclaimed, fed up with her sister's actions. "You can't hate me forever!" Dark raised a brow.

"Did I come at a bad time?" He asked. Jenny glared off in another direction.

"Dark, would you please tell Rikaru that in fact I can hate her forever, and that's exactly what I plan on doing." She spat. Dark chuckled.

"No can do, Ang—Jenny." He stopped, correcting himself. "I'm not taking sides…"

"Bitch!" Rika snarled at Jen, before turning and running out of the kitchen. Dark blinked.

"Does this happen often?" He asked. Jenny growled in aggravation again, readjusting the purple-tinted glasses on her head.

"She has no right to call me a bitch…She's the one who invited some stupid boy to come with us…not to mention you." She snarled. He shrugged again, opening the door.

"You can say anything you want about me, Angel," He began, smiling, "but I still think you're cute." She rolled her eyes, forcing down a blush.

'Dammit, I don't like him!' She insisted to herself. "I'm not cute. Cute is for rabbits and fluffy things with lace and bows." She pointed out. "That's not me."

He chuckled lightly, motioning for her to follow him. "Fine then, you're beautiful." He corrected. This time her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Shut up, would you?" She snapped, shoving past him and lowering her sunglasses when the sun hit her creamy-white skin. He followed after her, that same flirtatious grin still lingering on his lips.

"Just because you know it's true…" He muttered, catching up easily and walking beside her down the driveway.

Jenny muttered something incoherently, but stopped in her footsteps and her words when she spotted a sleek black motorcycle with the word 'YAMAHA' written in gold paint across one side. She stared in surprise at the bike parked at the end of the driveway, while Dark continued walking past her to mount the vehicle. He looked up and smirked at the look on her face.

"Well c'mon, it isn't gonna bite you or anything." He assured.

"Uh…I don't really…" She began, swallowing down nervousness.

"Don't tell me you've never been on a bike before." He interrupted, raising a brow. She glared at the ground in embarrassment.

"Look, it's only cause I've never gotten the chance, alright?" She muttered.

Dark laughed slightly. "It's okay; you're getting the chance now, though. It's perfectly safe." He told her, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Kyuu!" With agreed, making his presence remembered. Jenny sighed.

"You guys are ganging up on me…" She pointed out, looking back up at the teenage boy. He winked.

"You bet!" He said, matter-of-factly.

"Kyuu!" With nodded.

"Alright, alright…" She gave in. "But I have the right to hit you if you try anything, you pervert…" She cautiously climbed onto the bike behind him. He held a hand to his chest in mock-offense.

"Me, a pervert? What gives you that idea?" He challenged.

"You're a guy." She said simply. "Guys are perverts."

"Well you're behind me, anyways. How could I pull anything that way?"

"If anyone could find a way, it's you…" She muttered.

"Alright, alright…one more thing…hold on, and I mean that." He advised, revving the engine.

"To what?" She asked quickly. "You?"

"Yes, me! What did ya think?" He asked, as though she were rather simple.

"Fine…" She wrapped her arms around his waist sheepishly, another blush rising to her cheeks. 'I'm gonna kill Rika for this…' She groaned in her mind as the bike lurched forward.

Author: Yay, another chapter done! Sorry about the motorcycle; I had to do it! A black Yamaha fits him very well…what could be better than a hot guy on a motorcycle? Anyways, I'm accepting ideas for the next chapter. I'm fresh out! Help me out here, guys! --Dark's Angel