Author's Note: Discontinued as of 6/3/12


Segment 1: The Forces Of Light And Dark

Darkness.
It covered everything, cloaking the figure that roamed the night. Standing perfectly straight, hues closed in deep concentration. Silence surrounded the one who stood, unmoved by the passing of the night. A deep black, leathery feeling, angelic feather rested between the figure's index and middle finger, only supported by it's base. The right arm was extended outward, whereas the left one rested a few inches from the boy's face. His left arm was bent, the index and middle finger extended outward, whereas, the ring and pinkie finger bent into his palm, along with the thumb. It seemed that his face was divided by perfect symmetry, due to the resting place of his left hand. Silence still roamed, and that is what this angelic figure needed.
"Dark! Hurry up! Someone is bound to be coming soon! And I have school tomorrow!"
A loud voice shattered the silence that once occupied the angelic creature's mind, destroying the hard won concentration. Slowly, the once closed hues opened, revealing them to be a shade of deep velvet purple. The pools of purple were shadowed by the strands of long and short dark purple hair that rested in his face, covering some of his angelic features. Though, a look of anger crossed his face, as he slanted his purple hues in frustration.
"Dammit Daisuke! You broke my concentration!"
"You have just been standing there for hours! Lets go!"
"No!" The dark angel replied, as he began to hear the sound of faint footsteps in the hall that rested behind him. "Ah well... We have a guest..." A light smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, as he let his hands fall to his sides. Turning his body slowly, he faced the door way awaiting the arrival of his pursuer.
The footsteps grew closer, as a shadowed figure's movements could be seen by the keen purple hues. The room was still dark, but the black angel was used to it, for he roamed freely at night when his tamer would allow. Faintly, the black angel could make out the pursuer's outline. It seemed about the same size as the black one, though it wore white instead of black, and it had long hair that flowed behind it as it moved across the room, cloaked by the darkness. A glimmer of haunting yellow would appear from where the intruder's eyes would be. The black one cocked an eyebrow as he folded his arms across his chest, slowly taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a long sigh. "So, you have arrived?" He spoke with slight sarcasm, though he kept a close eye on the movements of the intruder. "It took you long enough... I could have fallen asleep." He gave a light shrug. "Sooo... What kept you... Krad?" The figure of black canted his head to the right, watching as the intruder reached it's destination. With a quick, upward hand motion, the room filled with light, dispelling the darkness that once ruled it.
"What are you doing here, Dark?" The intruder asked, turning to face the black one. He wore all white, with long sleeves. Golden linings and buttons rested with his outfit. Long, blonde hair was pulled back, spiky on the top, yet straight after the tie. A few strands of his golden mane hung in his face, though his piercing cold yellow hues still managed to stand out. One piece of long hair ran down the middle of his face and half of his body. The rest, remained in the back, though joined together at the base with a silver cross. Two pure white angelic wings were folded neatly along his back. He awaited the answer from the dark angel.
"I could ask you the same thing..." The darkness responded.
"I don't have time for small talk, or your damn word games... I'm here to take care of you, such is my job... Now die, Dark Mousy!" The light answered, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a white feather. Observing it for a moment, he then looked to the darkness. Beginning to run forward, the light charged at the darkness.
"Always have to do it the violent way, eh Krad? Well, whatever." The darkness' voice lacked emotion, as he stood holding his own weapon... The feather that was stained with black. Moving to a fighting stance, with one foot in front of the other, he opened his majestic black stained wings, awaiting the appropriate moment.
The feathers of light and dark met, though not without consequence. The force of the impact caused lightening to emerge from the magically enhanced feathers. The light seemed to exert more of a push, causing the dark to be pushed back slightly. That small movement is what the light had hoped for. With a quick, and almost fluid-like motion, the light pulled the feather back, moving it in a slashing motion in front of the darkness, causing a white blade to emerge from the action.
Before the darkness knew what was happening, he was slammed into the opposing wall, deep red colored blood seeping though a fresh gash that was dug into his chest. His back ached from the impact, as he moved one of his hands to the wound, feeling the warm blood leak down his hand. Closing those purple hues for a moment, he knew that tonight's mission had come to a close.
"You were never very coordinated when it came to hands on combat, Dark... A skill that will help your defeat one day..." The light said with mockery, as he walked toward the wounded darkness. Stopping once he reached the dark one, he bent his knees, grabbing under his chin and looking into the darkness' soft hues with his cold, emotionless ones. "I could kill you right know, you realize this don't you? But yet... I can't... For, my tamer seems to have a place in his heart for that red-haired child of yours."
"That's your weakness, not mine..."
Hate was the main emotion that raged between the two fallen angels of light and dark, but there was always a spec of one other emotion... The one that neither of them could give into. The darkness looked away, so he no longer had to look into the hues of the light. The light angel shook his head, and stood up, turning away from the darkness. "We shall finish this another time... My tamer has reached his limit."
"God forbid that, right Krad? Wouldn't you be better off without that blue-haired child?"
"Just as you would be better off without the red-haired annoyance?" The light turned his head and glared at the dark angel, only to notice him looking to the floor not saying a word. "That's what I thought..." With that said, the light walked over to the light switch, flicking it off, darkness regaining control. "Good night, Dark." Then, the light disappeared into the catacombs of the museum.
Sitting there, the wound on his chest aching with the pain from the magic. The black fallen angel remained unmoved. His purple hues were closed as the blood continued to run down his hand, chest, and clothes. Head hung low, with his long strands of purple hair shadowing his face from view. The sun was a few hours from it's awakening, and time was running out...

!
The sound of a close at hand alarm clock, reaching it's desired time, began to sound, scattering the silence of the room, that was lit with the light of the raising sun. One arm would lazily reach out from under the covers and hit the alarm clock's button, causing the nerve racking noise to cease. The figure in the bed rolled over, trying to return to the hard won sleep.
"Daisuke! Get up! Breakfast is ready!" A female's voice traveled up the stairs, and to the boy's ears, though he seemed to ignore it. After a few moments, the sound of footsteps could be heard as they came intact with the wooden stairs. The sound was seemingly rhythmic, yet it changed when the female reached the top of the staircase and onto the floor of the hallway.
A light click sounded though the closed room as the knob turned, and the door began to open, in walking the female. "Daisuke." She said lightly, looking to the bed, and seeing a slight movement from under the covers. She crossed her arms over her breasts once she noticed that the boy didn't wake up. Sighing lightly, she walked over to his bed, placing her hands onto the blanket and closing them. After a moment's hesitation, she pulled the covers up to reveal the boy still asleep, curled into a ball. His red hair was even messier than normal, and he wore white pajama's. Hues were closed, but the female noticed a small stain of deep red along the boy's chest. Taking her hands, she placed them on his arm, and shook him. "Daisuke, sweetie, its time to get up, you have school, now, wake up!" She shook him harder, though this time, her attempt worked. A light moan of displeasure escaped the once closed lips, as he slowly began to wake from his slumber. Hues of fire red would open, as he tiredly moved his body into a sitting up position. Blinking the sleep from his pools, he looked to his mother. Though random thoughts seemed to have control over his thoughts at the moment.
"Good morning mom..." He said, thinking about what happened last night after he blacked out. Releasing a tired yawn, and reaching up to gently run his fingers though his mess of fire red hair. He was still a little drossy, but he hoped that it would pass with the time. "Do I have to go to school today?" Keeping a keen eye on her, he awaited the answer.
"Of course you do dear, there is no reason for you to stay home... You are not sick." His mother responded, placing the palm of her hand on his forehead. "You only seem a little tired."
"Its Dark's fault! He's the one who stood there for hours until we got caught."
"It must have been something important than... Anyways, get changed and come down for breakfast. See you down stairs, Daisuke!" With that she turned and walked out the door.
Upon hearing the sound of the door close behind her, the boy released a deep sigh, allowing his red hues to close. The feeling of something fuzzy caused him to reopen his eyes, as he took in the sight of a white creature that had long white ears, big back feet, and deep red eyes like himself. "Kyu?" The small white creature asked. The boy raised his hand and rested it on the rabbit-like creature's body and began to pet him softly.
"Well, good morning to you to, Wiz."
"Kyuuuuuu." The white creature dragged it out, lightly nuzzling into the boy's hand.
The boy gave a slight smile, as he slowly slid to the edge of the bed, sitting there for a moment. The white creature had moved and was now laying down in his bed, sleeping. He shook his head slightly. I wish I was as lucky as him... He thought as he stood up and decided to get ready for school before his mother came up to rattle his bones again.