Hello! Ok.. This is what happened too! Like.. The last day of school and stuff, AFTER the convo with Nevaeh! So.. I hope you enjoy all the work Pheo and I, Autumn, put into this. Here's chapter 2.. CALM DOWN! Geez..

We do NOT own DN Angel... :'(

I smiled as I got off the bus. I had taken all of my stuff home yesterday, so I un-did my lock and locked it on my belt. After that, I went up to class and sat on my desk, being one of the first ones there, and waited for my group to show. First, three boys from our class walked in. I wasn't one that they talked to so, I ignored them. That's when a girl named, Victor, and we liked to call her, walked in. I glared at her. She had been beating me up for awhile now and... I was getting mad. I had told the teacher, who was one of the best, and she put her in the hall, making her miss the movie.

After ten minutes of waiting, Winter walked in. "Monica!" She said.
"OH GOD! DON'T SCARE ME!" I said. People in the class laughed. I sighed. Is this what I get for being the youngest..?

After school, I talked to Nevaeh! But... You already know everything, up to that strange pull, don't you…? Here's what happened on my end.

I hung up, raced out the door, and followed that feeling. I pulled out a picture of my dad and smiled. His unique purple hair and eyes making me smile. His smile... Matching mine. I almost tripped. My necklace with a purple gem on it was glowing, or so it seemed.. I blinked and put my hands out, jumped up, and kept running. Mom always said dad was a skilled man. Oh dad... I got to a cottage.. A place I liked to stay.. The gem looked, again, like it was glowing. I took it off and held it. "Dad.." I whispered. I walked in. "Mom was right.. You were handsome. Oh dad.. Why did you leave.."
"I had to." A voice said. I spun around. "Wow.. Monica.. You've grown so much.." He ran his hand over my hair and smiled. "My daughter."
"D-Dad..?" I asked shaking. "No... It can't be..."
"I'm glad to see you again." He smiled.
"Oh my gosh... It is you!" I hugged him and started crying. He hugged me back and stroked my hair.
"Monica... Calm down, sweetheart." I smiled. How nice it felt to be called 'sweetheart' by your long lost father. I took a step back and wiped my tears. "I see mom gave you the gem." I looked at the necklace in my hands. I nodded, too shocked to talk anymore. Besides, my voice would be all rusty.. "Can I see him?" Him? I handed the necklace to him. "Ah. Nice to have you back. Acinom. (That's Italian. I don't know what it means, even though I went through translate and stuff.) Acinom..? That's Monica... Backwards? I'M NAMED AFTER A JEWEL! The gem blinked once. Then twice, matching it with the time it spoke.

"Yes Sir." I gasped.
"I-It can talk!" I pointed.
"Hmmmm? Oh yes. He can." Dad said. "Acinom, meet Monica. She will be in charge of you. Monica, meet your device -well, intelligent device- Acinom."

"It's nice to meet you, Sir." Once again all of the blinking matched the words.
"Oh! Nice to meet you!" I said. Wait... He called me Sir. As if dad could read my thoughts, he said;
"Acinom is a device. He's use to me as a driver, so, it might take him some time. Here. Look. Hold him in your hand." I held him in my hand, he begun to glow purple. So I wasn't imagining it...
"Dad..." I said. "NOW WHAT!" My whole body had started to glow purple. Like I was bathing in that magic.. That's when I realized… My brown hair now was blonde… The tips purple... That made me feel like I was going insane. "ACINOM! SET UP!" I threw the gem up slightly, all the magic from the both of us breaking through the roof.

I landed softly on the ground, the cape flapping in the wind. My hair waving too. The black short dress, and knee high socks, with short leather boots, fit perfectly. The black tank-top was slightly big on me, but it was comfy. The same thing dad had around his wrists, I had on mine. The purple gem was now a staff. I opened my eyes. "Wh-WHAT!" Dad smiled.
"Now, was that so bad?"
"NANI? I'm..."

"Now... Let's go see your mom." I gasped.
"NOT LIKE THIS! What would people think? DAD~!"
"OK! Acinom?" Dad sounded somewhat upset...
"Mode release." The barrier jacket left and the outside barrier came back into Acinom.
"That's it? It's over..." I said.
"Yes. Now it is. Come on. You have a long trip ahead of you..." Dad started walking towards home. I followed him.

"Why do you hang out in that cabin?"
"I always have." I said.
"Does your mother know?"
"No. No, she doesn't..."
"Do you think it hurts her? You don't tell her where you go. Do you think she worries?" I looked down and kept walking.
"I suppose it hurts her... I didn't think about that. I was always wondering when you'd come home. Not wondering if I had hurt mother by talking about you." My eyes started to sting. "When I was little, I'd ask, 'Is daddy coming home soon, mama..?' She would look so sad... I never really took into consideration that it was hurting her..."

"Monica, you've got to trust me." Then it came to mind.
"Dad... Your name... Your voice... The way you look... Dark, Dark Mousy..." He went wide-eyed.
"Monica..."
"I can't... Stand it... KNOWING YOU'RE-" He covered my mouth.
"I know what I am, and I know it's bad... Geez, learn to whisper... We're in the streets ya know." I took his hand off my mouth.

"Sorry..." I whispered.
"For my kid," He opened the front door. "You sure don't have my qualities..."
"Well excuse me for meeting you for the first time about... 5 minutes ago!" I yelled. Mom came downstairs.
"Monica, what are you yelling... about..." She trailed off when she saw dad. "Da-Dark...?" She dropped the little box she was holding and ran over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, crying. Dark hugged her back. Mom was crying, which made me cry a bit too... "Dark! I missed you!"
"I missed you too... Monica's grown, you've changed..." He said, slight tears in his eyes. I smiled as the tears flowed down my cheeks. Then, the warmth of my tears grew cold. Mom... My hair, my eyes, me... I've changed... Can't you see..? I wanted to talk, but I was too struck by everything that had happened... Mom has to know... My hair... MY EYES! JUST LET ME KNOW!

"Monica... Your eyes... Your hair..." I smiled. Maybe... She did see it. "Your eyes are red and your hair is a mess." My heart sank. Or not... I sighed and went upstairs. I looked in the mirror,

My hair had leaves and things in it, and the color was messed up. I sighed. I hated straighteners... But right now, that's what I had to do! I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the straightener, a brush, and a comb, in case I wanted to tease my hair a bit... I started to brush it out, after removing the leaves and such. After it was all brushed out, I started to straighten it. I heard a noise from downstairs, and shuddered. Once I straightened my hair, I teased the back and a bit of the sides, giving me that Emo look with the hair I had now. I smiled, slipped on a black skirt, put in a fake lip piercing, a black tank top, and walked downstairs.

Dad just stared at me. My mom wasn't home anymore... "Monica..." He swallowed. "Wh-What are you wearing..?"
"I'm going Emo/Goth dad." I said. Was he blushing..?

"Monica... No. Please no." I showed him my wrists. "WHEN DID YOU DO THAT?"
"Awhile ago..." I said. He grabbed my wrists.
"But they look so fresh..."
"Hey, It's not my problem I was upset. You left me."
"WELL NOW I'M HERE!" He yelled. I flinched and jerked my hand away. "I'm sorry..."
"I'll get packing..." I said going back upstairs.