Disclaimer: Me no ownie D N Angel. I ownie Demi. –nodnod-

Author's Note: Whoops…

Dark: What's whoops?

Hotaru: I messed up the summary in the last chapter. It was supposed to be a love… polygon… thing. Dark and Daisuke both love Demi but Demi loves Krad and Krad loves nobody and I think Satoshi likes Daisuke in the mangas… -not sure- I know Riku likes Daisuke, too. And Risa's frickin' obsessed with Dark.

Daisuke: You're dragging me into this lovey-dovey mess? –sweatdrop-

Hotaru: No complaints, you!

Krad: Why don't you just edit it?

Hotaru: I'm too lazy.

Dark, Daisuke, and Krad: -sweatdrop-

Hotaru: I'm going to get to it eventually… just not now. xD –laughs maniacally-

Dark: Well anyway…

Daisuke: Here's chapter two…

Krad: Forbidden Flower.

CHAPTER TWO START

Demi ran towards a streetlight. It was so dark she could barely see her nose in front of her face. Only the stars, which were dim due to clouds, lit her way. She panted and leaned against the pole of the streetlamp, catching her breath. It was so dark… this kind of darkness scared her. She couldn't see past a one-foot radius. It terrified her when she heard the sound of fluttering wings.

She pounded on the streetlamp's pole, trying to get the light to come on. The fluttering grew louder… louder… The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her stalker was getting closer… closer…

And then the fluttering stopped. The light came on.

But then she realized she was alone. Nobody stood nearby in the now illuminated streets. Being completely alone also made her uneasy. She longed for someone- anyone- to be by her side. For a sign of life.

The eerie silence and loneliness got to her, and she took off running again. Her legs took her past the buildings, past the sidewalks, past all the park equipment and even past the forest behind the town. She dropped to her knees, exhausted, in a field of lush green grass.

Lifting her head, her hazel eyes widened at the sight of the most beautiful lotus flower she'd ever seen. Demi loved lotuses- they were her absolute favourite flower. This one was lovely. It wasn't a plant, but instead gemstones carved to make a lotus. It had emerald for the stem, peridot for the new green-ish petals, diamond for the petals that have long since bloomed, and topaz for the middle part.

The middle part of the gemstone lotus began to glow, and a circle of white glowing energy floated up until it was eye level with Demi. Inside the pure white light, Demi saw flashes of what had happened in the last 48 hours. She saw when Krad had saved her the night before she started school. Demi watched as Daisuke stared at her that time before she caught him and he called her plain. She wanted to look away at the sight of Dark and herself, when he'd been trying to seduce her, but she couldn't.

He was too gorgeous to stop looking, as much as she hated to admit.

'Plain…' The word resonated in her mind. Both Dark and Daisuke had called her plain. It was strange. She'd never been called that before, but then, two boys who are totally different called her the exact same thing in one day. Could Daisuke somehow know Dark?

As if her thoughts were connected to the light ball, an image of Daisuke appeared. When she'd first seen him as she was introducing herself. Her eyes softened at him and she reached up to touch the ball of light. Her fingertips tingled with a warm sensation as they touched the radiant light, and the image rippled like water.

Daisuke was truly adorable, she noticed now. Demi didn't quite know what to think of him after he'd called her plain, though. She had thought he was quiet, shy, …cute… things like that. Why was it that cute/hot boys were destined to hurt her feelings by saying mean things?

But then again, Krad hadn't said anything to her that was hurtful. On the contrary, he had been so gentle with her. An image of Krad appeared, and she yelped as the warmth became fiery hot. She jerked her hand back and blew on it, wondering why that had happened. Her eyes flickered back to the light, and two green eyes were staring straight into hers. Demi screamed as a hand reached out and grasped her… heart? Yes, it had to be. That's where the pain was coming from.

She could barely make out the ghostly form of a woman jumping into her body before she fell to the ground and closed her eyes. Demi found she was too weak to open them or move.

:Now awaken me…: Was the last thing Demi heard before blacking out.

Demi awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs and into her room. She blinked her hazel eyes, trying to remember what she'd dreamt about. It was all so foggy… why couldn't she remember? She usually never had trouble remembering her dreams. All she remembered was a feminine voice- one of an older girl- saying something about awakening.

Demi showered, brushed her hair and teeth, and changed into a clean uniform. She was about to leave her room, ready for school an hour before she had to leave, when she spotted make-up on a dresser- which was inside her large closet. Where had that come from (both that make-up and the dresser)?

Walking closer, she found a note written in purple ink from her step mom. Demi, I know you don't like wearing make-up, but I thought you might meet some cute boys at your new school, and just in case… Demi didn't bother to read the rest. She rolled her eyes as she crumpled up the note and threw it into the trash. She was going to walk away when she heard it again.

Plain… plain… plainplainplainplainplainPLAIN!

The brunette hesitantly averted her eyes back to the make-up. As she reached for the lip-gloss and eyeliner, she decided a little make-up wouldn't hurt. The lip-gloss was a nice orangey pink color, and it had a gold sheen to it. The eyeliner was liquid and black. Demi applied the lip-gloss and then carefully put on the eyeliner. She stepped back to look at her in the mirror, and frowned. It was too much. She retreated to the bathroom and wiped off the eyeliner until it was gone, then went looked in the mirror of the bathroom.

Even the lip-gloss was too much. It was weird to see herself wearing make-up, even if only a little lip-gloss. It would take a lot of getting used to. Especially the slightly sticky feel of the lip-gloss. That would definitely take time to adapt to. Demi pondered over whether or not she should just wipe the lip-gloss off, too, but figured it wasn't a good idea. To get what she wanted, she would have to work for it. And why wait until tomorrow to do something you can do today? So, Demi reluctantly went downstairs- the lip-gloss still on her lips- to eat breakfast.

She eyed the grits, one piece of toast, two pancakes, and four pieces of bacon. Oh, how badly she wanted it. Demi knew, however, that eating so much of those kinds of foods would make her gain weight. Looking down at her chubbiness, she decided she really needed to lose weight.

She peeked into the lunch her step mom had made for her. Two puddings, a Ziploc bag of about twenty gummi bears, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a beef sandwich with mayonnaise, and a Coca Cola. It made her stomach growl with hunger to look at the lunch, but she decided she would make a healthier lunch and give this one away. As for breakfast, she took it over to her neighbor, and he happily ate it.

Demi walked back into her own home and plucked one carrot and one stalk of celery from the refrigerator. After rinsing the vegetables and putting them in a plastic Ziploc bag together, she took out a packet of light ranch dip and put it in a paper bag along with her vegetables. She then took out six strawberries, rinsed them, put them in a plastic bag, and inserted them into her brown bag. Twelve grapes, one slice of wheat bread, and a large water bottle later (which was too big for the bag, so she put it in her schoolbag) later, Demi had her lunch packed. She sighed at the paper bag of health food. Why couldn't junk food have zero fat in it?

…Later that day…

At lunch, Takeshi, Masashiro, and Daisuke were all sitting at a table outside. Daisuke and Masashiro were laughing at something Takeshi was saying when suddenly Takeshi stopped. Daisuke and Masashiro both gave him questioning looks.

"What's up, Takeshi? You usually don't stop in the middle of a joke… heck, you don't stop talking ever!" Masashiro asked. Takeshi glared at Masashiro, who was now fighting to keep his milk spurting from his nose.

"I don't talk a lot!" Takeshi retorted before gazing past the two. They both turned around, and Daisuke blinked at Demi, who was sitting alone. Where was Riku? Weren't she and Demi friends? It made Daisuke feel bad that she was sitting all alone. As if feeling his eyes on her, she looked up and caught his gaze and held it. She didn't hide the depression and low self esteem in her eyes. The intensity of it was so extreme Daisuke flushed and looked away.

Takeshi stood up and walked over to Demi. Masashiro blinked. "What d'you suppose he's up to?" Demi smiled at Takeshi and stood up, the two walking back to where Daisuke and Masashiro sat. "Dude, she's coming over!" Masashiro hissed.

Demi laughed at something Takeshi said. "Of course not… Riku's sick. I asked Risa." Daisuke mentally nodded. That explained why she'd been all by herself. She took a seat across from Daisuke, next to Takeshi.

"Hey guys, Demi's sitting with us today, alright?" Takeshi asked. He sent each of them a glare, however, that said even if it weren't okay, she'd be sitting there anyway. Daisuke flinched and Masashiro sighed before laughing nervously.

"Takeshi-kun… stop looking psychotic, please…" Demi said tentatively. Takeshi, Daisuke and Masashiro all started laughing at how calmly and seriously she'd said that. The brunette blinked in confusion. "…What?"

…At the end of the school day…

"You know, you don't live too far from where I do…" Daisuke mused aloud, looking around as he walked with Demi. Yes, walked. Demi wanted to walk rather than take the train ((A/N: God, I can't figure what that thing is called for the life of me)). When Daisuke had asked why, she'd blushed and said nothing. ((A/N: …Exercise. As in… she's trying to lose weight. xD)) They had gotten to know each other better at lunch, so they could now be dubbed 'good friends'. So much that Daisuke, being the gentleman he is, offered to carry Demi's schoolbag.

Demi's eyebrows rose and she glanced around briefly before shrugging and looking back ahead. "I wouldn't know. I haven't lived here long enough to recognize much, after all."

Daisuke frowned, looking a bit concerned. "Then how are you going to get home?" Demi was about to reply when they heard the distant chiming of a clock. One… two… three… four… five chimes. Daisuke's eyes widened. His mom had said to be home at five fifteen, and his house was still twenty minutes away if he kept going this pace.

"SHOOT!" he shouted, starting off at a run.

Demi immediately took off after him. "WAIT! DAISUKE-KUN! I DON'T KNOW THE WAY HOME!" she shouted. For a while she was caught up with him, but after two minutes of nonstop running Demi was getting a stitch in her side and her legs felt like they were going to break in half. She caught onto a lamppost, swinging herself around and sinking down to the sidewalk. Her tired hazel eyes looked up through her slightly tangled strands at Daisuke's retreating back.

"Wow… he's really… athletic…" she breathed between gasps, flopping back onto the sidewalk. After a minute her breathing was back to normal. Demi stood, wincing at the slight ache in her legs, and started walking. "I guess I could find my way…" she thought.

However, after one hour, Demi was still wandering. Her parents worked until 8:00 PM. The only reason they'd been home yesterday was probably because they had to make sure the statue got there. She sighed. That meant nobody even knew she was lost, which meant nobody was searching for her. Peachy.

She passed an electronics shop and stopped to rest. Demi wrinkled her nose at the sight of the news. She never watched the news. Her facial expression returned to normal, however, at the thought that this may be the only chance she gets to watch TV for the rest of the night.

"Phantom Thief Dark should be appearing any time now. For those of you just tuning in, his latest warning letter reads, 'Tonight at 6:30 PM, I will take the Forbidden Flower." A picture of the artwork he was after appeared on the screen, and Demi's eyes widened as bits of her dream came back to her.

The flower… from her dream.

Demi knew you didn't just coincidentally get dreams about gemstone flowers you've never seen or heard of in all your life. She pressed her hands on the glass of the window, willing the reporter to tell her where he'd be appearing.

"Let's take a look down at the Azumano Museum of Mixed Media…"

"Where's that?" Demi whispered, staring at the screen. The museum had a huge glass structure made to look like a fountain of water in the front. Searchlights were being beamed into the air. She whirled around the instant she noticed that and ran up the hill. She ran and ran until she came to a park. Her eyes searched the starry skies and she spotted the light of the searchlights not too far away.

Demi ran faster and longer than she'd ever run in her life. She had to have that flower. Her dream came rushing back to her as she hurried. Why had she gotten burned when Krad's image appeared? Maybe if she could obtain the Forbidden Flower, she could find out?

Her eyes lit up as she sighted the back of the museum. Demi gasped, however, upon getting closer and seeing guards stationed there. She tripped when she tried to stop and fell before some bushes. The bushes rustled because her hands had hit them, and, peeking through the leaves and branches, she could see the officers pointing towards her. Demi managed to suppress her squeak as crawled away, face scrunching every time she put pressure on her right knee. Only when she was sure they wouldn't find her did she check it. Demi cringed at the sight of her knee. She seemed to have skinned it when she fell.

Peeking out from the clump of trees she was behind, she saw the guards thoroughly searching the bushes and trees. Demi was about to go when she realized something.

…She had absolutely no gadgets or disguise whatsoever.

"Well, then. I'll put this gifted brain to use," she muttered, thinking. After a moment or so, she smirked and put her hair up in a bun, making sure her scrunchie held it tight. Demi then wriggled her arms into her shirt and slipped it up so it covered her head. She unbuttoned the shirt to make a sufficient eyehole. Then, after much difficulty, she tore her pant leg into a strip long enough to tie around her head three times, which is just what she did. Demi didn't want the shirt to fall off and reveal her identity. She tore off some more pant leg and with even more difficulty managed to tie each of her fingertips in its own strip. Leaving fingerprints equals busted.

"Bras and underwear are just like bathing suits… right?" she muttered to herself before checking on the guards. They were spreading out to search. Demi looked to the museum. There was a small window leading into a basement or something. For a moment she thought what she was doing was crazy, but then again, so was having a dream about something you'd never heard about.

She took a deep breath and quietly got out of the brush, then made a break for the window. When she picked up enough speed and was almost there, she fell back and slid, kicking the window open and sliding inside. Quickly she grabbed a painting being stored down there and held the white backside of it up to the broken window, to make it look like the window. Demi held her breath as a flashlight's light shone through the painting, and she let the breath out when it passed away.

Demi peered out the window to see the guards were now searching the small woods around the museum and some were too busy with the upper windows to pay attention to the one she broke. Demi quickly made her way around the artwork and boxes in the basement. She tiptoed up the stairs and to the door to the main floor. If her assumptions that the guards would want easy access to every room were correct, the door would be unlocked.

Demi grinned as the doorknob turned easily. She heard footsteps, so she didn't open the door just yet. "Dark's arrived!" she heard someone shout out of a walkie-talkie. "Officers stationed on the Main Floor report to a window! We don't want him getting in th……" the walkie-talkie voice faded out as the guards' footsteps faded, too.

'Phantom Thief Demi' peeked outside. Seeing the coast was clear, she took off her shoes and put them on her hands. She didn't want her shoes to click or clap against the floor, plus, if she had to punch someone, it would protect her hand. Demi tiptoe-ran to a dimly glowing screen on the wall. She could hear faint footsteps. A guard was on patrol. Demi read the screen quickly for any special exhibits. Sure enough, the Forbidden Flower was on there. Floor 2 out of 10. The footsteps were getting faster and closer.

Demi fought back a squeak as she tiptoe-ran to the stairs, thinking gratefully, "Thank God it's only one flight of stairs for me, but eight for Dark. I might have a chance to get there before he does." She thrust her shoes into her large but tight pockets. They dug into her thighs, but some things were more important (like not getting caught), right? Demi started to carefully crawl up the stairs on her hands and knees.

When she was finally to the point where she could peek over the top step of the stairs, she saw a flashlight's light on the wall to her right at the end of the hall that the stairs were in. The hall the stairs were located in lead to a hall that went to the left, it seemed, because that's where the light was coming from. Demi gulped and thought quickly. The stairs' walls were very close. The ceiling was very high up.

The guard rounded to corner and flashed his light down the hall and the stairs. He walked over and stood on the second step, shining his light down the stairs. Seeing nothing, he was going to turn around to go back. Demi fought back a growl of frustration from was she was… ten feet off the ground. Her hands and feet were pressed firmly against the walls, and that was all that was holding her up.

Demi couldn't stay like this much longer. She pressed harder with her feet and her right hand, her left hand carefully squeezing past her shoes into her pocket. Thank God her father had given her money to buy lunch every day, just in case she decided she wanted something. She took out a coin and tossed it to the lower part of the stairs, her left hand immediately returning to its place on the wall. "Come on… come on…"

Sure enough, the clattering on the coin caught the guard's attention and he began jogging down the stairs. Seeing as his shoes were causing such a racket, Demi had no worries when her arms and legs gave out and she dropped to the ground with a thump. She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out in pain. Her body protested, but nevertheless she got up and continued on her way. She had to get the Forbidden Flower. Something inside her hurt her even more at the thought of not having it.

The rest of the way was pretty easy. Her timing was lucky, seeing as the guards ran by a hall she was hiding in the shadows of. Their walkie-talkies blared "GET HIM!" Demi frowned. Had he already gotten the Forbidden Flower? Something told her that Dark was too sneaky to get caught while escaping, and she pressed onward, running down the way the guards had come from. If they'd been running from there… then maybe the flower was down there?

Demi slipped into a door as footsteps sounded, closing the door quickly but silently. She sighed mentally and slowly turned the knob back into place, turning around. The door opened again and pushed her behind it. Demi couldn't help but yelp.

"Who's there?" asked a voice. Wait, Demi knew that voice. A blush quickly rose into Demi's cheeks and she was glad he wouldn't be able to tell it was her sitting in her bra. Dark looked surprised at the sight of her. His expression faded into his usual arrogant one and he smirked. "Well, now… I didn't know my fangirls were willing to strip for me."

Demi glared at him and stood. "I am not! I'm here for the flower!" she protested, faking a very high-pitched voice.

"Uh-huh," he said, sounding unconvinced. "You don't have to be ashamed. I'm flattered, actually." Demi twitched at this. He was so self-absorbed. "Now tell me, beautiful," he said, helping her up and pressing her to him. Something about her body was familiar to him, but he shook it off. "…How'd you make it up here on your own?"

She pushed him away, and Dark remembered Demi for a moment. To be sure, he questioned, "…Demi?" To keep up the act, she put her hands on her hips.

"No!" she said in the high-pitched voice, pretending to be hurt. "Who's she?" she snapped, acting as if she was jealous that he'd know a certain girl's name. Demi 'tch'ed and shook her head. "Whatever. I'm here for the… HEY!"

Dark turned and smirked at her, holding up the flower. "Forbidden Flower?" he asked playfully. "Any other flower I'd give you, babe," he said, putting the stem in her cleavage. Demi twitched and moved to snatch it, but he plucked it out and chuckled. "But not this one." With that, he opened the window and ducked as a searchlight passed by. Demi ducked and crawled over to him. She was going to grab for his ankles but he jumped out the window and began to fly off. Demi growled and jumped up onto the windowsill, and then jumped out after him with her arms outstretched.

Dark grunted as he felt a sudden weight on his legs. Looking down, his amethyst eyes spotted the girl clinging to the lower half of him. He sighed in annoyance, but his eyes widened slightly as she wriggled and grabbed at him, climbing up to settle herself between his wings. It was getting to be too much weight for Wiz ((A/N: I know. The Anime calls the rabbit-thing With. It's WIZ in the manga, so there)), and he began to drop into a street. Demi's eyes lit up as she noted that her house was only three houses back.

"Sorry," she muttered as she reached over his shoulder, snatched the Forbidden Flower, put her feet on his back, and pushed off. The purple-haired teen managed to grab the shirt on her head and pull it off as she pushed back. She felt bad as the Phantom Thief fell forward, but she hoped he didn't catch sight of her. Thanks to her best friend back in America, who had taught her how to do a back flip into her pool, she back flipped successfully, landing on her injured knee. Demi whimpered as she stood and made a break for her neighbor's fence. Dark got up, cringing as his back hurt a little. Demi quickly jumped her neighbor's fence, bruising her inner thigh in the process.

Dark whirled around to find that the girl was gone. He peered into the dark. "…Demi?" he questioned for a second time that night. He could've sworn he'd caught sight of Demi's face after he pulled off the shirt. No, Demi didn't particularly care for him, so why would she follow him out to a museum? It had to be one of his fangirls trying to get him to chase after them to reclaim the Forbidden Flower.

But still… He could clearly see the image of Demi's chesnut brown, slightly tangled hair flying around her face. The older boy could see her hazel eyes glimmering in triumph, her freckles barely visible in the moonlight. He bent down and picked up a pale green scrunchie that lay on the ground. Even if Dark was just imagining things, the thought of Demi being so daring as to try to steal something and actually succeed made his body begin to warm up. Soon, Dark's hair shortened and became red and gravity-defying. His eyes changed from their mature-looking purple to a younger red. He was Daisuke.

Daisuke shook his head as he began walking home, stuffing the unfamiliar scrunchie in his pants pocket. "Dark! What's wrong with you? Do you… do you actually like-"

:Don't even go there, Daisuke. It's just the thought of a wild girl.:

"…Well, Demi is wild."

:Just shut up, okay: Dark shouted in his head, then began to grumble.

Daisuke winced as a small headache came on. "Geez, Dark. If you don't like her, why are you getting so wor-"

:You don't wanna finish that sentence, Daisuke.: Daisuke sighed and nodded. After all, if Dark did like Demi, he could very easily take over Daisuke's body to spend time with her. Then what would Riku think? Not only would Daisuke lose his girlfriend, but also Demi would lose a friend. The thought of her sitting alone at lunch all the time made Daisuke's heart ache a little. It was then that Dark spat, :Humph. And you're making assumptions that I like Demi. Sheesh.: Daisuke blushed and the two fell into silence.

…Back at Demi's house…

Demi made it home twenty minutes before her parents were due home. That is, if they didn't go to a party again. She'd put the Forbidden Flower on her dresser, picked out some PJs, taken a shower, doctored herself up, changed, and threw her torn up uniform pants into the bottom of the large trash can outside at the end of the driveway. As she walked back into her room, Demi sighed. "What a night…" she muttered. She glanced at the Forbidden Flower before she walked over.

She picked it up and tapped it. Nothing happened. Demi stared at the gemstone flower a little longer before shrugging. Maybe she could figure out how it works later. Demi smiled at the thought of the night's events. She was so glad she didn't have homework to do tonight. Thanks to Daisuke, who'd helped her complete it before school was out. She blushed at the thought of him. He was really nice, she'd found out at lunch. Demi giggled a little as she put the Forbidden Flower behind the Trapped Blossom's ear.

A white light shot out of it and hit Demi in the chest, knocking her to her bed. Before passing out on her bed, Demi heard the voice from her dream say in her head, :Finally.:

CHAPTER TWO END

Hotaru: Indeed 'Finally'. Took me forever and a half to write this chapter. I wanted to make sure Demi was realistic in the 'Phantom Thief Demi' scene, though. Funny thing is… I had a hard time planning the scene up until now. While I was typing it all just came to me. By the way, I mean "gifted" as in "really smart", not like "special powers." I myself am a gifted kid, so maybe that's why all that just came to me. But wouldn't that be so cool to actually do! I wish I could do that. Seriously. Well anyway, it's 1 AM, so I'm gonna go. See ya!