Disclaimer: HA! I HAVE IT! –holds up the deed to D.N.Angel- Yay! –Dark swoops down and steals it- WHA! –gapes and sinks to knees, mourning the loss of her chance to own D.N.Angel- Why me…?

Author's Note: Dark… I'm gonna hurt you for that.

Dark: -has already given the deed to Sugisaki- Uh-huh. If you can catch me.

Demi: -pokes Hotaru- You can't fly.

Hotaru: …Oh yeah…

Daisuke: We know, this chapter came out extremely soon.

Satoshi: Hotaru is in a HUGE D.N.Angel phase. Watching the DVDs,

Krad: Reading the manga,

Dark: Making fanart,

Daisuke: Reading fanfictions,

Demi: And… wait… there isn't anything else…?

Hotaru: Yep.

Demi: -gasp- NOT AGAIN!

Hotaru: To make up for it, would you like to introduce the next chapter?

Demi: -squeals- THANK YOOOOU!

Dark: -feels like being mean to Demi today- Here's chapter four: The Drop of Colours.

Demi: -gapes- HEY!

CHAPTER FOUR START

Demi groaned, forty minutes late as she walked into the school. She hadn't had time to do anything but put her uniform on. Her hair, now dry from running, was tangled and frizzy. She ran her hands through it in an effort to tame it, but no avail. Her lips went gloss-less, though she couldn't say that was a bad thing. She still had to get used to that junk.

She slapped her forehead and ran her hand down her face in a frustrated manner, then stopped walking. What… was that…? Demi ran her hand over her nose and her eyes widened. She could feel bumps. She felt on the tops of her cheeks a little ways under her eyes, on her lower cheeks, and on her chin.

Demi, now panicked, ran into the bathroom. Bumps, bumps, bumps! She couldn't have broken out in acne in forty minutes, could she? Upon looking in the mirror, she saw…

…She hadn't.

Demi raised her eyebrows and felt those parts of her face again, whimpering upon feeling the small bumps. "Acne that… I can't see?" she asked herself. "Rayen, what is- Rayen? You there?" Demi whispered, listening. She could hear Rayen snoring lightly in her head. Some help she was.

As Demi walked out of the bathroom, she groaned and put her face in her hands, walking to the Attendance Office. Her overactive imagination began working its magic to make her even more stressed. Immediately she thought, "What if I meet a cute guy today and he actually likes me? He'll touch my face and be all, 'EW!' and then I'll be mortified!" Demi sighed and whined slightly at the thought.

She half-heartedly filled out the attendance office's form for late kids, saying she'd missed the train, and picked up her tardy pass from Nakashima-san. She was about to walk away when Nakashima-san called to her.

"Demi-chan!" Demi sighed a bit irritably and walked backwards until she was at the Attendance Office door's window.

"Yes, Nakashima-san?" she questioned, trying to sound a little less annoyed.

"Did you hear? Dark's going to steal tonight!" Cho fluffed up her crimped shoulder length hair and giggled, her chubby cheeks rosy with giddiness. Demi fought the urge to roll her eyes at this woman's affection for the Phantom Thief. "He's going after The Drop of Colours!"

Demi furrowed her brows, looking confused. "The Drop… of Colours?"

Cho nodded and applied some more of her cherry red lipstick before clicking on a link on her computer. Demi noticed she was on that website about Dark again. "Eight inches high, five inches wide, five inches long. A solid teardrop-shape of glass, tinted with all the different colors of the rainbow." There was a picture and Demi glanced at it, nodding slightly.

"Well, I should be going…" Demi muttered, starting off. She wondered whether or not The Drop of Colours had power that Krad needed. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at the idea of humiliating Dark by stealing it before him. She made a mental note to ask Rayen about it later.

The bell for second period rang and Demi sighed. She'd missed all of first period already? Students poured out of the classroom doors and flooded the halls, herding each other this way and that.

Amidst the loud murmur of mixed chatter, Demi heard someone call her name. She turned to find Daisuke weaving through people to get to her. "Where have you been?" he asked upon reaching the plain girl.

Demi's creative brain had already made up a lie. "My alarm clock ran out of batteries in the middle of the night or something… so it didn't go off this morning." Daisuke nodded.

"Oh. Well, we didn't do much in Algebra anyway," Daisuke said with a smile.

Demi blinked and held up her schedule. "But… I have Geometry Honors…"

Daisuke blinked and leaned to the side, peering at her schedule. Sure enough, her first period was Geometry Honors. "What? You had Algebra I yesterday…" ((A/N: For those of you who are confused, that reads 'Algebra One'. Y'know… roman numerals.))

Demi shrugged. "I guess they put me in there because they hadn't had a chance to see my scores…"

Daisuke sighed. "Now you don't have first period with me…" Demi laughed at how disappointed he sounded and Daisuke blushed a little. "Well, y'know… I want to have as many friends with me as possible…" He snatched her schedule and looked over it. "We have Biology, Art, Culinary, Drama, and P.E. together…" He grinned cheekily. "You only have two classes without me!"

Demi smiled, too, and high-fived him. "Alright then, let's stick together! Every project we have, we'll team up so we don't have to be with people we don't know. We must avoid the awkward silences at all costs!" Demi said the end as if the fate of the world depended on it, which made Daisuke laugh.

…After school…

Demi and Daisuke sighed simultaneously. "So much homework…" Daisuke muttered. Demi nodded in agreement.

"I can't believe the amount of junk we have to do!" Demi cried exasperatedly. "In Geometry Honors, I have two pages worth of homework! I have to write a short story for Reading, too… and we have those three drawings from that landscapes book to do in Art…"

"I know!" Daisuke said, equally wound up. "We already have a lab in Biology that we have to finish by the day after tomorrow! In Algebra I have forty-five problems to do, and I have to learn fifteen more English words on my own!"

Demi blinked and nodded. "Oh, yeah… that stupid lab…" She shrugged. "Well, at least that's easy. And drawing isn't so bad, but it still adds to homework." Daisuke nodded.

"I'm horrible with English… it's too confusing," Daisuke murmured pitifully. Because of late-night stealing as Dark, he never got the chance to really study it enough to get it.

Demi laughed. "I can teach you!" Daisuke tilted his head at her, confused. "I don't have to take English because I already know it, so you can just ask me to help you."

Daisuke's sorry expression turned to that of relieved happiness and gratitude. "Thanks, Demi." Demi took out a notepad from her messenger bag and began writing English words on it, then what they translated to in Italian. She also wrote how to pronounce the words and then ripped the page out, handing it to him.

"Here ya go. English made easy," Demi chirped. She turned and began walking off.

Daisuke slowed and then stopped, watching her confusedly. "But… aren't our houses this way?"

Demi turned, walking backwards to talk to him. "Yeah, but I have to stop and get some things. Errands for my parents, y'know?"

Daisuke took a step forward. "Maybe I should come with you!" His voice rose in volume as she got farther away. "You don't know the way to your home, do you?" he asked in a half-shout.

Demi rounded a corner and was gone. Daisuke hesitated, wondering if he should follow her to make sure she got home all right. Dark yawned in his head and said, :She can fend for herself. Besides, you've got to get as much homework done as possible so we can arrive at the museum on time.:

Daisuke turned with a sigh, casting one last glance in Demi's direction before starting home at a run.

…Thirty minutes until Dark's designated time…

Demi was lost again. She looked into her messenger bag at the things she'd bought. There was a thin black long sleeved turtleneck sweater. It was stretchy and would cling to her if she wore it, meaning it wouldn't flap around while she snuck around a museum. There was also a pair of black jeans and a black ski mask. She lifted the sweater up to check for the last items. Upon seeing the black belt, cloth glasses cases, small and medium-sized flashlights, black gloves, a watch, and black scrunchies, she nodded.

It was a start, but she knew she'd need more. For now, this would do. "So Rayen, is The Drop of Colors something we're looking for?"

There was a pause as Rayen thought, and then she responded, :Yes.: Demi checked the new watch to see there were thirty minutes left before she had to go do her 'Phantom Thief Demi' thing again.

Catching up with a girl all dressed up, Demi asked, "Hey, where is Dark going to get The Drop of Colours, again?" The girl turned, and Demi recognized her as Risa. Risa also recognized Demi and surveyed her.

"He's not going to look twice at you, you know," she said matter-of-factly. Risa flipped her hair over her shoulder and put her hands on her hips. "We were going out once, but it just wasn't working… for me." Demi blinked at the slight hurt in her voice. She could tell Risa was lying partially, but she could really care less.

"Good for you. So, where?"

Risa sighed and looked in the right direction. "The Museum of Masterpieces. It's where all the best artworks are held." Her brown eyes watered a little and she started walking away. Demi could hear her mutter, "I never did get to find out why he doesn't always go after the best art…"

Demi blinked, confused by her words, and shook her head. She knew why Dark didn't just go after the most expensive artwork. Not all artwork had power to be harnessed. Demi shrugged it off and ran ahead of Risa. It was starting to get dark. 6:30 PM was fast approaching.

Demi ran to the park from the other day. She couldn't see the searchlights just yet, because she was in a part of the park that was thick with trees. Here Demi changed into her new clothes and stuffed her uniform in her messenger bag. She moved some things around so she'd have enough room to put The Drop of Colours in there. Then Demi ran to the clearing in the park where the playground was. After finding the searchlights, she headed off.

((A/N: YES! Another adventure for me to write out! Funfunfun.))

Upon coming to the museum, she put her hair up in a bun with one of her new black scrunchies and took out the ski mask, but didn't put it on yet. She mingled with the crowd of people being held back by the police, looking over the museum. "By the way, Rayen, I'd like to do this on my own, okay? I don't want you to tell me what to do."

:Well, alright. If you think you can do it…: Rayen said. :Call me if you need any advice.:

((A/N: Okay, I'm going to describe the layout as best as I can. Please tell me in a review if I did it well enough. If you absolutely can't imagine it, I will draw it and upload it onto my deviantART account so you guys can have an idea.))

The museum had large black structures that cast dark shadows here in there in the front. Police cars were parked around the museum, and there was a man barking orders through a megaphone. Next to him, on the hood of the police car he was standing by, was a khaki trench coat. The people in the crowd were fifty yards from the museum and getting a little antsy, because tonight was pretty humid. This museum was very big, and only had three floors. Demi studied the man's hair, which was very wild. She slowly began picking out pieces of her hair from her bun and rubbing her hair to make it as untidy as his.

Demi then pushed a woman into another woman, and then quickly got on her hands and knees and crawled away. She grinned as she heard the women start to altercate. People around the women started to join in, telling them both to shut up so they'd be able to hear when Dark got there. While she crawled out of the crowd, Demi made sure to slam her fist or knee on some people's feet, causing more fights to break out. As the police holding the crowd back were distracted with the fight, Demi sprinted for the structure. She hid in the darkest of shadows, pressing herself against the arrangement, as the bossy man turned to see what was going on. Demi grinned and slipped out of the shadows, hiding behind police cars and distracted police as she crept toward him.

He lifted his megaphone to his mouth and commanded, "Front force with the exception of the searchlights, come settle this!" A chorus of "Yes, Detective Saehara!" sounded. He turned and sighed crankily, grabbing for his trench coat. He blinked when he didn't feel it. Looking down, Detective Saehara saw it was gone. "Wh-where is it?" He leaned into the window of the police car he'd been standing by, searching for his coat in its interior.

Demi snickered and pulled the trench coat on, lifting the tall collar up to cover her bun. All that could be seen from the back was her now unruly hair, which she made even more so to cover her face. Demi wasn't as tall as Saehara, so she bowed her head as if she was slouching over in anger. She stepped up to the museum's front doors and growled in a convincing enough imitation of the Detective's voice, "There was a problem reported in the basement of the museum. Five men are down."

The young police officer opened the door for Demi, thinking she was Saehara, while ordering that the first floor unit to go check out the basement into his walkie-talkie. Demi smirked and walked inside, several officers running past her when she entered. She followed them to the basement and shouted in the same imitation, "Go, go, GO! We can't let him get away!" Once all the duped police officers were in the basement, she slammed the door and ran over to the other side of the hall, pulling the heavy bench over to the door. She put that in front of the door, and then quickly put many pieces of fragile artwork on the bench and around it. Demi knew they'd never try to break the door down if those artworks were at stake.

She snickered as she walked away, still carrying on with her act as Saehara. She mused to herself that she'd make a good actress as she ran up the second floor. Demi approached another officer and slumped over to put her hands on her knees, panting gruffly to appear tired. "Our first floor unit has been blocked into the basement!"

"What do you propose we do, sir?" the officer asked.

Demi said in an enraged voice, "Call the second floor unit and get them out of there, idiot!" The officer jumped and obeyed, then ran off with his comrades to help the others. With the amount of artwork Demi had put there, they'd take a while to get the first floor unit out. That while was just enough for Demi.

She walked over to a directory and skimmed over it, finally coming to The Drop of Colours. Thankfully, it was on the floor she was on. Demi put her ski mask on and strolled over to the door, walking inside.

"I've been waiting for you…" called a male voice, but it wasn't Dark's. Demi turned only to be tackled to the ground. Her head hit the floor hard and the wind was knocked out of her. When her vision went back to normal and she could breathe again, she was staring into ice blue eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused. Why was the blue-haired guy from school here…?

He was on top of Demi, pinning her down. He lowered himself a little to sneer in her face, and then stopped as his chest came in contact with something soft… something that males most certainly did not have. His eyes narrowed and he moved to lift the mask up. Before he could do so, a voice said in feigned hurt, "Oh, I feel so left out."

Satoshi looked up to see Dark., who laughed amusedly as he added, "And hey! It's Stripper Girl!"

Demi shouted in the high-pitched voice, "I'm not a stripper!" Satoshi glared at Dark and got off of Demi. He leered at her before centering his attention on Dark. Demi noticed a small remote hidden in his hand, and when he pressed a button on the remote, a rope with two glowing orbs on either end shot out of the wall. It wrapped around Dark, pinning Dark's arms and wings to his body. While the blue-eyed guy was busy talking into a walkie-talkie for all officers to report to this room to take Dark into custody, Demi crept over to The Drop of Colours and carefully picked it up. She would have gone unnoticed as she put it in her messenger bag and secured the bag closed, if not for Dark.

"You know, Stripper Girl's attempting to steal The Drop of Colours." Satoshi turned and glared at her, and Dark took out a black feather. The ropes disintegrated as the feather glowed blue and Dark jumped over Satoshi to Demi, moving to take The Drop of Colours from her. Demi backed away and fell out the window, which, to her misfortune, had been unlatched. She screamed and could see a searchlight moving to shine on the window she'd fallen out of. Luckily- or maybe unluckily?- she'd fallen past the window and was now heading for a clump of bushes at the bottom of the museum wall. She quickly took off her messenger bag as she fell and threw it so it would land on the side The Drop of Colours wasn't on. Then Demi hit the bushes.

She groaned and looked up to find the window empty. Looking around, she soon spotted Dark on the roof and out of the path of the searchlights, his eyes fixed on her. Demi grabbed the messenger bag, checking to see if The Drop of Colours was still intact. She sighed with relief to see it was. Demi slung the bag over her shoulder and took off running for the park. Looking into the sky, she saw that Dark followed in hot pursuit.

Demi dove into a cluster of trees and bushes in the wilder part of the park. She was glad that those years of dressing out in P.E. had taught her how to get undressed and redressed quickly, because that's what she did. Soon she was no longer Phantom Thief Demi, but rather Plain Ol' Demi. She could hear Dark's wings flapping as he touched down nearby, and she hid her stuff beneath some thick bushes. Demi took her hair down, finger-combed it, and put it in a low ponytail. She put on a confused expression just in time to see Dark come walking up towards her.

"Demi?" he questioned. She nodded slowly, as if weirded out. "Have you seen a girl in black with a messenger bag run by?"

Demi nodded again and answered, "Yeah… she bumped into me and ran that way." She pointed off to the right. Dark growled and ran a hand through his hair. Demi knew that if Dark went off in search of 'Stripper Girl' and didn't find her, he'd get suspicious. So she decided to stall him. "Why?" she asked, her face fading into mockery. "Did she get to what you were stealing before you did?"

Dark shot Demi a "Shut up" look and Demi giggled. Dark then raised his eyebrows at her. "What're you doing out here at this time of night?" He smirked at her and purred, "Aww. Did Demi come to watch me steal?"

Demi blushed as he leaned close to her and she backed up. "Riku had to go 'cause Risa wanted to. I didn't go to see you, I went to make sure Riku didn't get bored."

Dark frowned a little and sighed, righting his posture. "I don't get you."

Demi blinked and crossed her arms. "What's so hard to understand about me? I just don't like you."

Dark turned to her and said, "That! I don't get that! Every girl likes me, and it's really annoying to find that one doesn't."

Demi gave him a fake sympathetic look. "Aww, poor Dark. Big bad Demi gave a blow to his ego."

"What did I ever do to you?" he asked, looking a little angry.

"You-!" Demi started to say, but stopped herself. She uncrossed her arms and replied, her voice suddenly softer, "Our personalities just clash, okay?" Demi looked off to the side. She'd just realized that Dark reminded her very much of Drew, the way he was so flirty. She disliked him because of Drew, and that was wrong, but she couldn't help it.

Dark wasn't stupid. He saw the solemn look on her face. "Demi…" he started.

Demi turned her head to look at him, and then shook her head slowly, closing her eyes. Why did he have to be so much like Drew? It made her think of all the romantic failures she'd gone through. It reminded her of how plain she was. It brought up so many negative memories in her mind that tears began to leak out of her closed eyes. She felt a hand gently rest on her head and she opened her eyes, looking up at Dark.

"Hey, now… a sad face really doesn't suit you, Demi." He said quietly, not quite knowing how he could comfort her. Demi laughed, but the choked feeling in her throat made her cough a little. She covered her mouth until the coughing had passed and swatted Dark's hand away.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." Demi then realized she was being a little too chummy with the enemy. Dark was evil, and was probably just being nice to her because she was female. "He was evil, but a sucker for women." The words rang in her head and her face hardened. "I have to go," she said blandly, walking away.

Dark blinked, wondering why all of a sudden she was blocking him out again. And he had been so sure his charms were working, too. Dark watched her disappear behind a clump of trees and wondered why she'd gotten so sad earlier. He blinked and then growled, "And why do I care?" The Phantom Thief smacked himself on the forehead, trying to get Demi out of his mind.

"It must be true what they say, huh?" Daisuke questioned. Dark blushed ever so slightly, embarrassed that Daisuke knew what- or more accurately, who- he was thinking of. He transformed into Daisuke within seconds. "You want what you can't have." Daisuke finished, beginning the trek home.

…Back at Demi's house…

After Demi was all cleaned up, her homework was done (with the exception of the lab for Biology), and she'd eaten dinner, Demi kissed her parents goodnight. She went upstairs and into her room, then over to her messenger bag by the window. She took out The Drop of Colours and placed it on the balcony. With that, she went to her bed and laid down to sleep.

:Job well done.: Rayen praised, yawning afterward.

As Demi drifted to sleep, a blonde-haired angel swooped down from the sky and landed on her balcony. He picked up The Drop of Colours and chuckled, turning it in his hand. He turned toward the window, his eyes golden eyes fixed on Demi, and Krad murmured, "Goodnight."

CHAPTER FOUR END

Hotaru: YAY! Man, I love writing those Phantom Thief Demi scenes!

Dark: I have admit… they're pretty cool even if I hate getting bested!

Demi: Well, you'd better get used to it. We have around twenty-two more chapters of the same thing to go through.

Daisuke: -falls over- TWENTY-TWO?

Hotaru: Yes. I actually want to make a long story, for once.

Rayen: And you're going to draw out the romance slowly?

Hotaru: I'm gonna try.

Krad: And you're not gonna give away too much of the plot at once?

Hotaru: Yup.

Dark: You're gonna let us gradually learn about every character?

Hotaru: Uh-huh.

Daisuke: And you're really going to try to update sooner?

Hotaru: Si. –is a Spanish nerd-

Satoshi: And you're gonna try to develop your characters a little?

Hotaru: Arrrgh… which is Pirate talk for yes!

Demi: And… -blink- Hotaru, you're so mean to me. You keep giving everyone else something to say, but not me.

Hotaru: Because I like messing with you. –grin- But you can respond to Janice's review!

Demi: -claps once- YAY! Okay, so… Janice says the story is cool and wants Krad and Dark to hug her.

Hotaru: -gets out her slave whip- HUG THE WOMAN, YOU FOOLS!

Krad and Dark: -gasps and hugs Janice- WE OBEY!

Demi: She also says the story's interesting and-

Satoshi: wishes Hotaru good luck on finishing it.

Demi: -gapes- I was interrupted… again! –tackles Satoshi-

Satoshi and Demi: -start fighting in one of those cartoon dust clouds-

Daisuke, Dark, and Rayen: Demi! –jumps in to help her-

Krad: Satoshi! –jumps in to help him-

Hotaru: Uh… -blinks as the fight starts moving away- If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. –jumps in-

All: -fights off-