Disclaimer: YOU ARE NOT AS COOL AS ME. …No, not really. I'm not cool at all, seeing as I don't own D.N.Angel.
Author's Note: My throat hurts.
Dark: Aren't you going to apologize!
Hotaru: …Hm?
Demi: For making everyone wait so long for another chapter!
Hotaru: Ah… no?
Everyone except Hotaru: -Anime fall-
Hotaru: Just kidding! I really am sorry, everyone. Here, I'll let the cat out of the bag: The truth is, I go through phases like a rich spoiled brat goes through money. Fast. And like money, I don't usually get the phases back. As in, I like one Anime a lot for like… two months at most, then I find something else or rediscover something else and get obsessed with that. PSST. FYI: I'm currently obsessed with piracy, or, more specifically, CARRIBBEAN piracy. –wink-
Rayen: What made you decide to update?
Hotaru: I drew Dark naked on my friend's dresser today.
Everyone except Hotaru: WHAT!
Hotaru: Only to his happy trail! I didn't draw his-
Dark: MOVING ALONG…
Demi: Here's the long-delayed sixth chapter of Trapped Blossom:
Rayen: Transformation.
CHAPTER SIX START
Finally, it was Saturday ((A/N: If they go to school on Saturdays, well… I was uninformed.)). Still, though, Demi's parents were gone by 7:00 AM. They always had to work. As soon as Demi's parents had left, Rayen shouted in her head, :WAAAAAAKE UUUUUP:
Demi let out a terrified scream as her eyes shot open, bolting upright. She looked at her bedside clock and her eyes narrowed at the early time. Glad her parents were gone, she screamed, "RAAAAYEEEN!" Demi stood up, walked over to a wall, and purposely walked straight into it head first.
:Doesn't hurt me, hon'.: Rayen said smugly with a snicker.
"Why on earth did you wake me up this late?" Demi asked through gritted teeth, eyes shut tight in pain.
:Don't you remember? I said I'd train you in the ways of beauty. Now, get your dad's credit card and get on some comfortable shoes, missy: Demi sighed and nodded, picking out a clean nightie for when she got out.
Six hours later, at 1:00 in the afternoon, Demi was sitting at an outside table at a fast food place, sipping on a strawberry milkshake. She was slightly annoyed at some aspects of her makeover, but she had to admit that Rayen knew her stuff. Demi herself thought she looked like a different person.
Demi had cleanly shaven legs and pits—just like any other day, but this time Rayen had instructed her to use some of the moisturizer she bought on her legs. She was now rubbing them together now and then, marveling at how they felt like she was rubbing satin against satin.
Rayen had made Demi buy exfoliating lotion and some other face products as well. Demi had skipped on using every single item. Instead, she'd taken the easy way out and had merely exfoliated her face and washed it with a washcloth and soap. Now the bumps from the day before couldn't be felt at all.
The once boring, same-length strands were now layered, the longest strands just barely hanging to her collarbone. Rayen had suggested getting them shorter, but Demi complained that they would slip out of a ponytail and bother her. The hairstylist had also straightened her hair with a ceramic flatiron and curled the ends in. Rayen had told Demi that the look was really cute and flirty, so Demi had one of the irons ordered to make her happy.
Demi had bought a whole new wardrobe. She now wore a yellow shirt with a strawberry on her left breast and the word 'SWEETIE' in bold letters next to it. Rayen had picked out jeans that hugged her hips yet didn't make her stomach fat bulge out, and Demi wore those as well. On her feet was a pair of round-toed black-and-white plaid heels. A silver chain necklace with a black leather strip woven in the chain links hung around her neck, the silver heart charm half underneath her shirt. To top it all off, she tied a thing yellow ribbon around her head like a headband and put a hairclip with a strawberry on it next to the bow.
Rayen had made Demi trek back home and put on some black mascara. They had tried eyeliner, but Demi couldn't put it on right, so she ended up just washing it off. Demi put on a little bit of gold eye shadow and some pink lip-gloss. It must have been the mascara or something, because Demi couldn't believe she looked so nice when she looked in the mirror.
"Five… hundred… dollars," she muttered, shaking her head. That was the cost of beauty. Her dad was going to flip out. Demi had thought Rayen planned on spending under one hundred, but she had been wrong. With a sigh, Demi shrugged. She could just pay it off in chores, and usually four hours of chores totaled to fifty dollars. So that was ten days or so. It wasn't too bad.
She stood up and walked to the trashcan, then began to walk down the sidewalk to go back home. Demi walked like Rayen had trained her: with her head held high, shoulders relaxed, one foot almost directly in front of the other, and with a light sway to her hips. Rayen had said it was the way models walked. It was a walk of confidence. Demi smiled and closed her eyes in happiness. Oh yeah. She definitely felt confident.
Demi heard a yelp and a second later a body crashed into her own, making her eyes snap open in surprise as she stumbled back. She looked at the victim and recognized her as Risa Harada. Not wanting to be mean, even if Risa sort of deserved it because of her wise cracks on Demi's first day, Demi asked, "Hey, are you okay?" Risa nodded and Demi helped her up.
Risa stared at Demi, and then blinked twice. "Hey wait… you're that girl my sister hangs out with… the one who wore the boy's uniform." Demi laughed nervously and nodded. "Wow!" Risa exclaimed, smiling slightly. "You sure clean up nicely! Your lip-gloss is a cute color! And where did you find that shirt?" She then gasped, pointing toward the ground. "Your shoes are adorable!"
Demi genuinely laughed at her excitement. "Thanks, thank you, and thanks again!"
Risa then looked very guilty and said, "Hey, I'm sorry for what I said on your first day. I don't know you, so it's not my place to judge you. I think I was mostly stand-offish because I thought you were a or something for dressing so plainly."
Demi felt mildly offended, but just smiled and bore it. "It's alright. I know I used to dress and look very plain. I dunno… I guess I've just turned over a new leaf."
Risa nodded and looked around, trying to think of something to say. She smiled then and offered, "I'm going to the mall. Wanna come with me?" Demi cringed and Risa quickly said, "It's okay if you don't want to. I just thought it'd be nice if we could get to be friends…"
Demi shook her head and her hands, replying, "No, no, no! I've just already been to the mall, and I'm afraid what my dad might do to me if I get tempted to buy even more clothes." Risa laughed and nodded in agreement.
"I actually have been, too. I just couldn't think of anything else," the younger Harada responded, giggling.
Demi blinked and said, "Woah. Wait, I have a good idea. We can go to the mall alright… but let's go and play DDR all day!"
Risa looked hesitant, tugging at her white dress with pink floral designs all over it. "Well, I don't know… I'm not very good at DDR."
Demi laughed and said, "Neither am I! So let's go!" With that, she took Risa's hand and they ran off for the mall, chattering about what kind of songs they like best.
A half hour later, Risa and Demi were taking a soda break. Risa sipped on Diet Coke with lime while Demi slurped down a Grapico. "You know those have like… two hundred-something calories, right?" Risa asked. Demi grinned and nodded.
"I can't resist the grape soda. It's too good, and I never get it at home." Just as Demi threw away her cup, Daisuke, Riku, and Satoshi entered the arcade. Demi smirked, wanting to show off, and stepped onto the DDR platform. She cast Satoshi a daring look, feeling very bold, and he smirked back. As he stepped on the platform beside her, she knew he had taken the challenge.
Risa stood to the side of Demi, cheering, "You can do it, Demi-chan!" Riku and Daisuke were behind Satoshi.
"Stomp her, Satoshi!" Riku cheered. Demi furrowed her eyebrows, faintly wondering since when Riku was such a good friend to Satoshi that she'd cheer for him rather than Demi. As the music started and the words 'Ready?' came on the screen, Demi let the thought go.
The first few arrows began to scroll up, and both Satoshi and Demi hit them perfectly. Then more and more arrows began coming at the song got more and more upbeat and loud. Demi didn't miss any, but she kept losing her combo on the double arrows. She heard the announcer of the game shout, "100 Combo!"
She cringed and tried to keep up. The song ended in the next thirty seconds, however, and Demi was stuck with a measly 58 combo. Glancing over at Satoshi's screen, her jaw dropped to find he had a 231 combo. Demi slouched over and hung her head in humiliation. And she had been practicing for such a long time, too.
Demi looked up to see that she had landed a C, while Satoshi had a double A. She sighed and stepped off the platform for Risa and Riku to play, looking rather dejected. She had wanted to impress Satoshi.
Demi looked over as she felt a hand on her shoulder, and found Satoshi giving her a very slight smile. "You tried your best. There's no need to feel bad. I've just had more practice, is all."
Demi twisted her mouth to one side. "I still feel bad." Satoshi chuckled, which made Demi smile a little. "Thanks for attempting to console me in my deep, deep depression," she joked, though she was serious about being grateful for his efforts.
"'Attempting'? It didn't work?" he asked. Demi nodded, sticking her tongue out at him.
"I guess I'm a bad DDR-er and you're a bad cheer-up-er…er… wait… no… umm…" As Demi tried to rethink her words, Satoshi chuckled again. She wondered if he ever really full out laughed.
"Well, maybe buying you a drink would make me a better one?" he suggested.
Demi immediately gasped in glee and turned to him, asking, "A large Grapico?"
Satoshi nodded. "Of course." He walked away and Demi watched him go, wondering if he was taking interest in her. Whether it was because of her new look or not, she didn't care. This sudden thought made her courageous. When he came back, she took the Grapico and sipped it.
"So Satoshi," she began, taking another sip. The sweet taste of the Grapico encouraged her to go on. "would you like to go see a movie or something with me?"
Satoshi blinked and raised his eyebrows. "A date?" he questioned. She nodded, and he seemed to think about it for a moment. "Sorry, Demi. I already have someone I like." He turned and watched Daisuke and Riku DDR against each other, leaving Demi with her eyes wide and looking a little hurt.
Demi hadn't realized how big of a crush she'd developed on him, and only in a little more than a day! He was everything she'd ever wanted, though. Good-looking, intelligent, nice, and he could take a joke. She had never really thought she'd go for such a reserved guy, but his distant attitude made him mysterious, and mysterious men were almost always alluring.
Suddenly Demi felt warmth in her stomach and hunched over. Had she gotten sick because of drinking so much Grapico and too much DDR? The warmth spread through her limbs, as if it was in her very blood—in her DNA. "I-I'll be back," she stuttered, handing her Grapico to a concerned Risa. Demi bolted out of the arcade and to the bathroom, thinking she was going to throw up. She was glad there was nobody inside, because she'd be embarrassed if she threw up while other people could hear.
Demi almost tripped, but caught herself on a sink. She couldn't breathe. Demi gaped her mouth open like a fish, trying to take in air, but only a little went in. Suddenly she felt faint, and she tried harder. She was so not going to faint onto the icky bathroom floor. Suddenly all the warmth was gone and she could breathe, and she stumbled back. Wind began to blow from beneath her, even though there weren't any windows and the door wasn't open. She closed her eyes and yelped, wondering what was going on.
Demi then felt pressure on her stomach, as if she was being punched. A force pulled her back. She saw the bathroom get swallowed by darkness, and then there was nothing but darkness. "Wh-where am I! What happened!"
:Now you're in my mind, Demi.: Rayen answered. Demi closed her eyes and could see what Rayen saw. Sure enough, it was Rayen's reflection in the mirror, not Demi's.
Demi began to panic. "Wait! My friends are waiting for me! How do I change back?"
:Don't worry. I have an unrequited love, too. Krad just doesn't see me as more than an ally.: She sighed and Demi had the sensation of riding down a drop on a roller coaster, then her feet touched the ground. Looking in the mirror, she saw that she was back to her normal self.
Demi smiled and giggled. "I don't have to steal anymore! Lalalalaaalaaa!" she sang as she skipped out of the bathroom, earning strange looks from a few girls going in.
She spotted her friends waiting for her outside the arcade. Demi waved as she neared them. "Hey guys! Done with the arcade?"
"More like done for the day. I'm beat," Daisuke answered. Risa, Riku, and Satoshi nodded in agreement. Demi smiled and nodded as well, and they all walked outside.
"I have to get back to the house. I have… chores to do," Satoshi said.
"Risa and I have to get home. I have to cook dinner for her before she goes out to see Dark," Riku explained, and Risa gasped.
"Oh yeah! Demi, I remember you asking where and when Dark was stealing something once… Do you think you want to come with me to see him?" Risa then furrowed her eyebrows and pouted as she added, "But no stealing him!"
"Uh…" Demi started, wondering what to say.
"Oh, wait! Demi, I accidentally took your backpack a few days back. You need to come over and get it, don't you?" Daisuke asked. Demi nodded.
"That's right." She turned to Risa and offered, "Maybe another time, hmm? I'm not sure how long it'll take to get my backpack and bring it back home." Risa smiled and Daisuke and Demi started walking away.
"Well, if you get the chance, he's going to be at the Azumano Aesthetic Appreaciation Museum at 6:30," Risa called. Demi waved to her and then began to walk to Daisuke's house alongside him.
They walked in silence, both a little uneasy about the walk from the other day. Daisuke opened the door for her like a gentleman, and she thanked him. He then looked like he remembered something and said, "WAIT! I have a few chores to do! Don't go inside 'til I come get you, or my mom will be mad!"
Demi blinked as he slammed the door behind him. She jumped as she heard him shout, and heard an explosion. She thought she heard a loud electric current and a couple of bangs, as well. Daisuke then came out, panting. "Okay, all done!" Demi laughed uneasily, wondering what kind of weird chores he had to do.
Daisuke led Demi up to his room and grabbed her backpack from next to his bed. "…Hey, Demi… do you wanna stay over for dinner?" Demi looked at the clock. It was only 2 in the afternoon. She had plenty of time to hang out before she had to leave for the museum.
"Sure, Daisuke! That sounds good to me." Demi gave him a sweet, appreciative smile. Daisuke's eyes widened a little at the cute look.
"E-excuse me. I'm going to go to the bathroom and then we can watch a movie or something to pass the time." Daisuke ran out of the room, leaving Demi alone. She sighed and walked down the stairs, finding the living room. She walked over to the cabinets of the entertainment center, looking at the DVDs there.
Daisuke tried to will down the feeling brewing in him. He was in love with Riku, dammit! But he couldn't help it if Demi was sweet and cute and kind and… "Oh no!" he said through gritted teeth, shutting his eyes tight. "No, no, no, no! I can't transform! Not now!"
And he didn't. Not completely, anyway. 'Daisuke' looked into the mirror and smirked, his eyes looking much more mature. "Well, well, well. Looks like you might have a little bit of feeling for Demi, Daisuke." Dark said. "While I'd prefer to spend time with Demi in my own sexy body, she does seem to think you're cute, so your body will suffice."
Dark walked down the stairs, briefly practicing using Daisuke's voice. He found Demi readying a movie and smiled. "Demi?" he called, sounding exactly like Daisuke. She turned and he gasped. All day he'd been sleeping in Daisuke's mind, and he had yet to see her new look. Until now. Dark felt the warmth in his stomach but willed it down. He wanted to spend time with her.
"What did you pick out?" he asked as he approached her. Demi smiled at him and held up a DVD.
"The Grudge. I love this movie, even though it scares the wits out of me." She laughed a little and mused, "The first time I watched it, I had to sleep with the light on for a week."
Dark grinned and laughed, too. "I haven't watched it yet." He took the DVD remote and pressed 'Play Movie', and then sat on the couch. He smiled and patted the spot next to him. "If you get scared, you can hold onto me or something, okay?"
Demi eyed him, scrutinizing him. There was something different about Daisuke again. She shrugged after a few seconds and turned off all the lights, then sat next to him. At his questioning look, she explained in a mock-ghostly voice, "To set the moooood." Dark chuckled, but was silenced as the movie started.
Demi's eyes widened at one particular part and she whispered, "Oh crud… I know what's coming up." She whimpered and buried her face in Dark's shoulder. Demi dared to take a peek and as she did, the dead Kayako began to crawl down the stairs and groan in that extremely creepy way. Demi cried out in fear and moved to bury her face back in his shoulder. Her movement was too quick and she slipped, falling onto his chest.
Dark wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. "It's alright, Demi. You don't have to look," he said softly. Dark didn't bother watching the movie. He pulled her close to him and rested his face in her hair, closing his eyes. It smelled like pineapples. Demi blinked, wondering what had come over her friend.
"Umm… Daisuke? The scene is over now… I can look…" she said slowly. Dark let her sit up and she looked at him. He leaned in slowly and Demi wondered what he was doing, when she heard Kayako's scary groan again. She grimaced and looked to the screen as the credits came on.
The lights suddenly turned on, and Demi screamed. "What's going on in here?" asked an older woman's voice. Demi looked over to find a lady with short dirty blonde hair step into the room. "Oh! Daisuke, who's your friend?"
"Mother, this is Demi. Demi, Mother." Daisuke's mom could tell by the way that he called her 'mother' that Dark had taken over Daisuke's body.
"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Niwa," Demi said cheerfully.
"It's nice to met you, too, Demi." Emiko looked to Dark and said, "Dinner is ready. Then you have to do your 'chores.'" She walked into the kitchen and Demi turned to Dark in confusion.
"I thought you just did your chores…"
Dark blinked. "Uh… not all of them, I guess?" Demi nodded, though a little skeptical, and shrugged.
"I have to leave after dinner, anyway."
…One hour and a half later, at 6:00…
"It was really nice of you to let me stay for dinner," Demi said.
Dark still had control over Daisuke's body. "It was nice to have you over." He said as they approached her front door. He grinned and smiled, saying slightly flirtatiously, "You sure you don't need me to stay the night to keep you safe from nightmares?"
Demi rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'm sure." She turned to him and hugged him. "I might see you tomorrow. If not, then I'll see you on Monday for sure." She felt his arms wrap around her waist, and it felt way more than platonic. She shifted uncomfortably. While she didn't mind Daisuke's flirting, she felt bad because Riku was her friend.
Demi pulled away and waved. "Have a safe trip home, okay? Goodnight!" With that, she walked into her house, closed the door, and sighed. "I never thought he could be so bold…"
:Hurry up and get our things ready, in case something happens while I'm on duty.: Rayen suggested. Demi nodded and went up to her room, collecting the things she used for thieving. She changed into her thieving outfit. She packed another outfit in case she ran into anyone who knew her. :Now change into me.:
Demi thought about Satoshi and soon she was Rayen. Rayen took out a green orb from her pocket and held it out to Demi's things. The orb glowed and the things were sucked into it. "That will store them in an easier way." Looking at a clock, she continued, "Now it's time to go."
Rayen spread her angel wings and jumped out of Demi's window, taking off into the night. Demi watched, awed by the feeling of flying. "Showtime!"
CHAPTER SIX END
Hotaru: It didn't come out as bad as I thought it would.
Demi: YES! NOW I CAN SLACK OFF LIKE A LAZY BUM!
Rayen: -starry eyes- I finally have a chance to show people how adoration-worthy I am!
Dark: Nooo! Now they're gonna get the artwork even easier than before!
Hotaru: Anyway, I can't tell you when the next chapter will be out. Hopefully soon, seeing as it'll only be two thieving scenes, with some possible catfights between Riku and Demi over Daisuke.
Daisuke: Hotaru is sorry, by the way, that she didn't put in a cool thieving scene.
Hotaru: Yeah. I haven't thought of what to do yet. I have to sketch out this new museum before I can think of the traps, and then it'll be easy, since Rayen has magic.
Rayen: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh!
Demi: Well, I guess there's nothing else to say…
Dark: Except…
All: Bye! –runs away, screaming for no reason-
P.S.: I didn't proofread. If you find errors, can you tell me in a review? Thanks!