A/N: Okies. Exams are starting, so... yeah. This wasn't even going to happen. ...but you'll see why I HAD to.
Disclaimer: Yeah... Don't own D.N.Angel. Don't own Who Of Which We Speak Not Of either.
Dedication:
Tsuki!
You may notice a little err... event in here... Wuv Woo!
It was a simple fact in Daisuke's life. When everything is looking up, you're bound to trip and fall.
…and that is exactly what he did this morning. Distracted, Daisuke found something interesting on the ceiling, and forgot to look for the stairs. Luckily, he still has his fast reflexes.
He was going to have to question Dark on why there was spaghetti up there later, when Dark decided to grace today with his presence and wake up.
Daisuke, on the other hand, now had to get ready for school. Little did he know how hellish this day was to become.
-x-
With the exception of his 'trip and fall' fiasco, the day had started out good. He had made it to school in one piece and managed to say his good mornings to all his friends.
It was only approximately 5 minutes and 23 seconds later that some sort of evil demon decided that Daisuke was the perfect toy. That is, it took him that approximate amount of time to get to class. The moment he opened the sliding door, a rogue piece of crumpled paper decided to hunt him down.
Thankfully, it was only paper, and Daisuke's face didn't take on too much damage. Takeshi yelled a quick sorry before turning back to the Harada's and Daisuke smiled sheepishly and sat down.
…or tried to. You see, invisible chairs are a great theory, but they have yet to be invented. Landing gracelessly on his ass, Daisuke blushed as the class laughed at his misfortune. Still smiling, Daisuke stood up, brushed off imaginary dust and looked for a chair to be seated in.
-x-
Three paper cuts, a staple in the finger, a tack in the foot, soup in the hair and one rabies shot later, Daisuke was no longer smiling at all. Upon closer inspection, one would notice a little eye twitch and under-the-breath mumbling.
Insanity rears its ugly head every once in a while.
Walking home in the nice, lovely weather, with the sun shining, birds singing, the gophers all plotting world domination and the turtles planning a slow revolution, Daisuke still scowled menacingly at the ground, a noticeable limp in his stride.
Looking at the random bite mark in his arm, courtesy of Chewy, the ever loveable class gerbil, Daisuke failed to notice the balloons tied to his family's mailbox or the loud yelling and screaming, evidently coming from Dark inside the home.
Opening the front door, he was quickly mauled by a blur of violet.
A vicious, rabid…. Dark?
Daisuke looked at his boyfriend with the most adorable confused expression. Dark snuggled into his chest spouting nonsense about 'The Greatest Day'.
Daisuke sighed and pushed the older boy off his chest, huffing indignantly.
"Daiiiii-chan…." Dark used his puppy eyes, looking up at the boy now standing over him. "Did you hear? Today is AWESOME"
Daisuke gave a half-hearted glare "No. No it wasn't I-"
He was quickly cut off by the sound of the blaring TV.
His expression turned from anger, to confusion, to shock, and then awe.
Dark squealed, bouncing on the ground, clapping his hands – not dissimilar to a 5 year old child on his birthday.
"Paris Hilton is in JAIL! AGAIN!!"
Yes, today was indeed The Greatest Day.
…next to any other ACTUAL holiday, that is.
Yes, that's right. It's completely true apparently. Today, is a great day.