Disclaimers remain. Too many reviews to answer. Still have NO idea what I'm doing, so I guess I'll just have to WING IT! I do that often… Okay, so when we last left out "couple," (If you'd call 'em that…) they were headed for the mall on Dark's slick black YAMAHA! (A motorcycle we call a zoom-splat.) What is in store for them? Good question, I'll let you know when I find out. Cheers!
Note from oOforeverobsessedOo: Dark's Angel is currently on a lifetime computer ban, so I'm typing and posting the chapters for her. Any typing errors or changes in typing styles are all mine. Sorry for any typos!
Chapter 9Jenny swung her right leg over the seat of the Yamaha, hopping off onto the paved parking lot. "I am never doing that again." She growled forcibly, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a brush. Taking her hair out of the ponytail it was tied in, she ran the brush through it irritably.
The Phantom Thief sighed as he put down the kick-stand and shoved the key into his pocket. "C'mon, Angel; it wasn't that bad, was it?" He asked, patiently waiting as she re-tied her ponytail.
She sighed this time, returning the brush to her pocket. "Just forget it. Let's go." She breathed, walking towards the large building that was the mall. 'Rika is going straight to Hell when she dies…' She kept thinking, not yet over her anger at her sister.
Dark, meanwhile kept up a few feet behind her. He knew she was in a foul mood, and even he didn't dare push her temper over the edge. That did not, however, mean that he was giving up. He contemplated the options: be comforting for her, remain silent, or say something perverted.
Choices.
Jenny glanced over her shoulder before shaking her head and forcing open the mall doors. What did it matter to her if he was following or not? She hadn't even wanted him to come. "Stupid boy…" She found herself muttering. "Why's he so damn persistent?" She slowed her angered pace down a notch or two, taking a deep breath and sighing. May as well deal with it.
Turning to face him, she motioned to Hot Topic. "I'm going in here. Coming?" She offered.
Dark blinked in surprise, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as though fighting a smirk. "Oh, so you are speaking to me! Good to know." He said cheerfully, no longer ale to hide the smirk when she glared at him.
"Yeah, well you suck, too." She grumbled, stomping off into Hot Topic. Inside the black store, she found a DVD rack and flipped through the "Neurotically Yours" DVD's. 'Figures he'd come back with something like that; I was trying to be nice…' She told herself, pulling a few of the cases out and roaming around for something of novelty.
Dark watched her find her way easily through the little shop, knowing that his before comment was completely unnecessary. But it had been too good an opportunity to pass up, and he didn't regret it. "Hey Angel," he called to her, daring to push his luck even further. After all, what more could go wrong? "What are you looking for? The good stuff's all over here!" He gestured at the CD's and DVD's.
"I'm ignoring you!" Jenny called back, running her fingers over a Nightmare Before Christmas record.
He laughed. "How can you be ignoring me if you just spoke to me?" He wondered aloud, sounding completely innocent. He heard her sigh in exasperation as she picked up the record and brought her things to the counter.
The girl behind the glass casing, piercings hailing in her lip, ears, eyebrows, and nose, raised a brow at the violet-haired teenage boy. "On a bad date?" She asked casually.
Jenny rolled her eyes, sliding some money and her Hot Topic card onto the counter. "Yeah right… more like living a nightmare." She corrected. "Cheers." She added with a little nod, grabbing her bag and brushing past dark to leave the store.
Dark caught up with ease, now walking beside her. "Y'know, you should really lighten up. You're always in such a bad mood; what exactly is so wrong with your life?" He inquired.
She didn't respond for a few seconds, scanning the signs all around and avoiding his gaze at all costs. It was her business; nothing for him to know. Only Rikaru knew everything about her, and even that much was reluctantly given.
The thief pressed on. "As far as I can tell, you have a great sister, a nice place, probably good parents that raised you right…" He stopped when she winced. "…Angel?"
She was silent a moment more. "I didn't have parents." She murmured.
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