Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Vampire Hunter D, as I have said before, although I do own many things relating to Vampire Hunter D, such as Yoshitaka Amano's Coffin, and all the books, thus far…and many other things that you care not of.

TMM: Yes, yes, I'm actually writing, not that anyone probably cares, but I'm writing and that's what matters, verdad? Man, I haven't written for this in…forever oO I'm feeling rather cynical today. That can't be good…heh. Oh, and if I don't give any more details on the week w/ D and Dariel, I probably won't so let's say that I did  Heh. I'm so lazy :P

Chapter Frickin' 5 (We're getting somewhere…aren't we?)

D awoke from whatever sleep he was actually in, which knowing him probably wasn't much, to Dariel scuttling about the cave looking very bored.

She turned to him and grinned somewhat guiltily.

"Sorry…did I wake you up? I just got kind of bored and started looking around…" she said.

"No…it's alright." D replied.

Dariel was still in what she had slept in, which was a loose shirt and some shorts. She moved to where the fire had been and plopped down in front of it. Her hair fell about her shoulders in doing so and one particularly annoying strand was stuck in front of her eyes.

D, without thinking, seized this opportunity and brushed the hair out of her face with a pale hand.

Dariel's face flushed a little before she set to scuttling about the cave some more and cleaning up her things.

D, however, didn't even realize what he'd done until a few seconds after the fact.

"So…" he said awkwardly as was possible for him.

"Soo…tonight's the night, huh?" she said, just as awkwardly.

"Suppose so."

"Well…"

"…"

"I guess I'll go outside for a bit, then…" Dariel finished the conversation and headed outside.

When it began nearing dusk Dariel reappeared seeming refreshed.

D had already gotten dressed for the ball and was wearing a black and red cloak (not unlike Meier's) and was wearing a black and red suit type thing underneath. His hair was pulled back with an embellished barrette into a semi loose ponytail and surprisingly he was not wearing his hat.

Dariel was, of course, stunned. Because, to her, if he had looked good before, he looked at least five times as good now.

"…Wow. You look…nice." Dariel said cautiously.

"It's the one time he actually doesn't dress terrible." D's left hand ventured to add.

D rolled his eyes to his hand's remark and proceeded to sit down and begin to shine his sword.

"I guess I'll go get dressed…" Dariel said quietly as she went over to her bag and picked an appropriate guise.

She walked over to a far corner of the cave, and with her back turned to D, began to undress. (I guess you can imagine how embarrassing that'd be :P)

D had looked up and saw her shadowy form slipping into her dress and quickly went back to what he'd been doing.

A minute or so later Dariel walked up shyly to D and asked, "Could you tie this, I can't really reach it…"

D took the blue silk ribbon and tied it how it was supposed to tie—just above the shoulder blades. The rest of her back was left bare until she was covered again just below the beginning of her hips.

Once D was done tying the ribbon, Dariel let down her hair and turned around.

Her dress was made of white silk with blue trim. It was floor length with a very high slit in the side. The sleeves were long and the ends loose. The neck had a low v-cut and she wore a blue ribbon around her neck.

"Thanks." She said.

"So…are we ready?" D asked.

"I believe so." Dariel said cheerfully.

"Aren't you going to carry a weapon?" D asked stupidly.

Dariel pushed aside one half of the slit in her dress to reveal her other leg, which was covered in holsters for knives and other shiny and metallic weapons that I'm too lazy to name. She then winked, "I believe I have enough, don't you think?"

End of chapter five because I think it should end here.

A/N: Yes, yes, I am very lazy. Forgive me! Hopefully it didn't suck too hard… .o