Black Wings
Chapter 1, Tonight I Will Steal Crystal Tears

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The phantom thief jumped down from the building and landed on a streetlamp, soft as a cat. He wore tight black pants and a sleeves shirt opened showing off his beautiful creamy-pale strong chest, around his neck was a black collar with a chain hanging down to his leather pants, chain was stuck in his belt, half of his face was covered by a black mask with a red tear falling from the eye on the mask. Big black feathery wings spread to the sides from his back. The big full moon behind him shone on him, making him look all black, but it was a sight of beauty.

"The art piece had been stolen!" One of the police men shouted. He stood with a card in his hand, on the front of the bard was a line, he read it outloude to the others; NOTICE: I've stolen the art! -Atemu.

"What! When!?" Another police men shouted.

A smirk was spread out on the phantom thief Atemu's lips, the turned around on the street lamp and jumped, his wings flipped on time and he fly up to the clouds and hide in them as he fly towards his home.

Both now and long ago, stealing art and masterpieces is a phantom thief's specilalty. In this country it'd modern day reality. This is not a fictional story. The phantom theif's name is Atemu His real identity.... No one knows... What they know is that he is calling himself Atemu and that all the things he want to steal, is stolen by him, no matter how hard the police try to hide them or guard the things.

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Yami yawned high, he lifted up arms in the air and stretched following by another yawn escaping between his lips, making everyone in the class to look at him except Bakura who sat three seats in front of him and slept silently. He leaned back down, laying his chin on his table watching everyone rolling with their eyes and turning back to the lesson. This was just a normal lesson for Yami, everyday was the same damn day, go to school, sleep most of the time, go home, then out and stealing.

Yes, stealing. Yami was the very famouse phantom thief Atemu. Exactly five hundred years ago, the first phantom thief in his family, the Senen family, born, since then everyone in the family, but only the boys became phantom thieves at the age of 14 and stole only from a family named Hikari, why they stole from the family Hikari was really only because the two families, Senen and Hikari was enemies.

Why every boy in the Senen family became a phantom thief as 14 years old was because something inside them, a DNA was created at that age and that DNA made them strong, fast and gave them special powers. When a phantom thief died a new would be born, well only if the last one got a child, if the phantom thief didn't get a child before he died meant a end of the Senen family, and also the phantom thieves.

Yami just had one problem, he was gay, fully gay, 101% gay, G-A-Y, GAY! And that meant he never would be able to get a child, well he could get a child but that meant that his boyfriend, when he got one had to get the child and how many boys can get pregnant? Anwser; NOT MANY!

The bell rang and Yami stood up, he walked three seats forward and sat down on the desk Bakura was laying half on still silently asleep. Bakura was from the Hikari family and Yami knew that, but they were still best friends, even if they didn't act like that.

Like the Senen family had the Hikari family also a special DNA, but it could be both a girl and a boy who could get the DNA and the DNA would be created when they boy or girl was born. The DNA would give the new Hikari powers like the DNA in the Senen family, the only different between the DNA's was that the Hikari's got white feathery wings while the Senen's got black. The boy or girl who had the DNA in the Hikari family was also called the protecter, he had to protect the precious treasures the phantom thief wanted to steal.

Bakura didn't know that Yami was the phantom thief and Yami didn't want to tell that he was the phantom thief Atemu, that would mean the end of his only friendship ever.

A sigh escaped Yami's lips again, "earth to sleepy head sunshine! Bakura wake up," Yami poked to Bakura while he was smirking, "sunshine?" He asked, sunshine was his nickname for Bakura, why he gave the nickname was because Bakura always was so.. Well, he always seemed so angry and all cold and cool, but he actually was stubborn and a idiot, but still cool. "Sun-shi-ne?"

"Shut. Up." Bakura growled, he raised his head a little, looking over his arms there was crossed on his desk, he rested his chin on his arms and eyed Yami, "what is it?" He asked and then yawned tiredly.

"We have a break, then only one lesson left." Yami said, "you been sleeping in all the classes today, tired?" He asked, not knowing why Bakura was tired because last night when the phantom thief Atemu stole the art piece, the protecter aka Bakura in disguise with big beautiful and glowing snow white wings, matching his long beautiful but very spiky and messy white hair and pale skin as snow. The only thing there wasn't light and bright on Bakura was his eyes, he had dark brown and always narrowed eyes, always looking angry and his clothes, a white shirt and black pants, (their school uniform) when he didn't had his uniform on he had his black leather, or dark blue, dark red or dark purle shirts on.

"And do I care?" Bakura growled, laying his head back down on the desk.

Yami smirked, "nope, the only thing you care about is a you--"

"Shut. Up!" Bakura interrupted him, looking up at Yami with his dark brown eyes, "don't talk about that here." He sat up, leaning back and stretched his whole body while yawning.

"Why not? It's so fun," Yami said.

Bakura rolled his eyes and looked over at the window in the back of the glassroom, in the windowsill was a boy looking liek Bakura just looking more soft and gently, the boy's hair was less messy and spiky as Bakura's and his eyes were chocloate brown, but his hair color and skin was the same as Bakura's. It was Ryou Bakura. Bakura started to have a crush on the teenager boy when they were ten, then his crush transformed into a strange kind of love when Bakura was twelve and now he was sixteen and crazy in love, but the always so sure, stubborn and proud Bakura was afraid, yes afraid of telling Ryou about his feelings. It was also the only thing Bakura was afraid of, well that was what he was saying to Yami, and Ryou was also the only person Bakura cared of, besides Yami but he didn't admit that, Yami just figured himself.

"So what are you doing after school?" Bakura asked, not really interested in what his only friend was doing.

"Nothing much," Yami said, "I think before I go home I will go for a walk or something, you?"

Bakura looked back at Yami instead of looking at Ryou, "playing violin," he anwsered. Bakura was a master on playing the violin, if there was one thing, besides Ryou, there could make Bakura happy and be in piece and calm was the violin, he started playing it as four and learned it quickly, at the age of six he could play it without problems and that was amazing when most people spend over ten years trying to learn to play on the violin. Bakura loved playing it, but didn't admit it.

"That's nice, mind if I hear you play?" Yami asked.

"Do as you want to." Bakura muttered.

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"How come you are so good at it?" Yami asked, looking at Bakura who stood with his violin in his pale hands, the violin was pure black with a dark crimson rose there looked destroyed on the backside of the violin.

Bakura shrugged and stood ready with his violin as he began to play soft with a slightly tone of sadness and anger in it, but it was beautiful.

'Maybe it's because he is a Hikari, Hikari's has always been good at things like that.. Well they are good at painting and making good treasures so why not be good at playing instruments?' Yami thought, many times had he caught himself thinking how Bakura had leaned to play to violin on such short time and was so perfect at playing it. Bakura only had to hear a melodi once and then give him a violin and he will play it perfect! But there was only one violin Bakura played on, and that was the black one with the destroyed red rose on, Yami wasn't sure why Bakura only played on that.

He leaned back pressing his back of his head to the wall looking up in the celling, 'tonight I'm going to steal Crystal Tears... I wonder if the protecter is there' he eyed Bakura and smirked, 'it's much more fun to steal when he is there'

"Oh my," a soft voice gasped.

Only Yami heard it, when Bakura played he only listened to the melody he was playing. Yami looked over at the door and smirked, it was Ryou. "Hey Ryou," he said and waved.

Ryou looked over at Yami, "oh hey Yami." He said with the british accent, he was from England, born in London, but moved to Japan seven years ago. He walked over to Yami and sat down on the floor beside Yami, "he is playing good, I didn't know he played violin, I love the violin." The white haired teenager said with shinning eyes of happiness and a little red on his cheeks.

"I love it too, Bakura played it since he was a little kid, learned it rather fast and can play everything perfect, don't ask how because I never get the answer from him." He smirked, "so what are you doing here? Aren't you suppossed to be home?"

"Yes I am, but I have my own reasons." Ryou said with a smile, he stood up, "I have to go," he glanced on last time at Bakura, "Bakura I love your playing." He called, turned around and walked out of the room. He called high enough for Bakura to blush, turn around and see Ryou dissapear.

"W-what? How long has he been in here?" Bakura asked, glaring at Yami.

"About ten minuts, you really needs to pay more attention," he stood up with a smirk, "I have to go, my mother isn't the most sweet person when I come home later than she want's me to be." He looked at the clock, it was over 16:23.

Bakura also looked at the clock, "oh yeah, I have something to do for myself." He watched Yami walk out of the music room, "seeya" he called.

"Yeah, bye." Yami said back and walked out of the room, down the corridor and towards his home.

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"Yami Senen!" His mother exclaimed, "my little baby boy! I was so worried! Where have you been? Are you alright? Don't tell me y-you.. YOU GOT RAPED!" Hiss mother had her arms wrapped tightly around him, tears ran down her cheeks. Such a big drama queen.

"I-I'm fine m-mom and I really n-needs to breath." Yami anwsered.

"Oh sorry my little baby boy." His mother pulled away, wipped her fake tears away and smiled, "why are you home now?"

Yami sighed, "was with Bakura, listening to the violi--"

"I don't want you to be friends with him," his mother said, "he is a Hikari, Yami."

"I know he is a Hikari, Bakura Hikari! But I don't care! I've been friends with him since we were kids, end of story now when am I supposed to steal Crystal Tears?"

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Yami looked to both sides, then forward and then behind him, 'nobody, I'm alone.. Goodie' He thought, he put his hand in his pocket in his pants and took it up again pulling a ring up, it was black with a very little crimson jewel in it. He smirked and kissed the jewel, a sudden warm feeling mixed with some kind of a strange feeling ran from his finger were the ring was, ran through his hand and up to his elbow, shoulder, neck and right to the chest were his heart was. A black glow came from inside him, were his heart was, it surrendered him in a flash of darkness, black, and it vanished like it had come.

Right now Yami stood there, tight black leather pants, a sleeves shirt opened showing his chest, a black leather collar with a silver chain down over his chest and stuck in his leather belt. His eyes turned into a mix of crimson a amethyst and his normally crimson tips of his hair turned into a mix of crimson and purple.

He opened his eyes and a smirk was spread out on his lips, "WINGS!" He shouted, black feathers and crimson roses suddenly apeared around him and in a second two large black feathery wings ran out his back, no blood at all and no pain. "I hope you are ready, for hear the phantom thief Atemu will come!" One jump and he flew up through the air and so high so it looked like the moon was right behind him.

"Mother really needs to tell me the time, I'm always late, well almost always late because she forgets to tell me what time I have to steal the thing!" He muttered.

Crimson eyes scanned the building his target was in, it was a necklace called Crystal Tears, very precious to the Hikari family. A flew down towards the building, landed on the roof softly and silent. He looked around seeing all the police, 'they havn't even noticed me yet, how boring' he thought, turned around and sat down on his toes. He grabbed a window and opened it, jumped down and landed softly on the hard cold stone floor. He looked around, 'nobody is here' he thought. With a smirk spread out on his face he started walking towards the necklace he was comming for.

A white feahter flew past his face, the phantom thief looked up, "well hello to you.. Akefia." He smirked, he knew it was Bakura in disguise. Bakura or Akefia as he was called had big feathery snow white wings, a sight of beauty, pure silver eyes and under the right eyes was a black mark there was looking like a rose. He had long white hair, down to his knees. On his body was a long white coat without sleeves, his wore white leather pants and was almost glowing as the moon shone down on them.

"Hello Atemu," Akefia said with a smirk.

"You really need to get to police to be more.. What to you call it? Oh yeah, awaken! Do you know how boring it is when the police dosn't noticed me? It's no fun, but I have to admit, with you here it's much more fun." He said with a playfully tone, it wasn't always that Akefia was there when he stole, why he didn't know since he was Akefia's aka Bakura's job to protect the precious treasures of the Hikari family.

"Not my fault," Akefia said and landed a few meters from Atemu, his silver eyes were locked at Atemu.

'I have to get the necklace before he attacks!' The phantom thief thought, he eyed the necklace and the looked back at Akefia who was watching him like a cat was watching the birds. He looked back at the necklace, jumped up in the air and flew towards it as fast as he could, 'I'm glad that I'm faster than Akefia!' He thought. He grabbed the necklace without a problem and turned around just to face Akefia.

Face to face, thief and protecter, only a few inch. A sarcastic smirk was spread out on Akefia's lips, "good job, but I can't let you take that necklace." A white feather appeared in his hands and he placed it on Atemu's forehead, but atemu quickly moved away with a grin.

"To slow!" The phantom thief grinned and flew back to the open window and op through it. He quickly looked over his shoulder, just to see white feathers glowing and Akefia was gone.

"It's Atemu!" The police exclaimed and tried to ran after Atemu who was flying through the air with a smirk on his face and the necklace in his hand. The necklace had a strong pure magic, and that was one of the reasons Atemu and the rest of the Senen family wanted it.

"What is this?" Atemu asked himself, he stopped and looked around, under him was the dark ocean shinning as hte moon shone on it. Most of the town was dark since it was late at the afternoon. He stopped because a feeling, a feeling he didn't knew came over him. Crimson eyes scanned the area, but there was nothing. He sighed and was about to fly again but something standing on the ocean caught his eye.

His eyes widened, 'st-standing on the ocean!?' He looked down. It was a teenager boy, looking only a few years younger than him. The phantom thief gasped as he looked at the boy, he couldn't see most of the boy because it was so dark, but what he saw was beauty.

The boy, well it looked like a boy, wore a long purple girly looking kimono with with black roses on it. For what Atemu saw it looked like he had glowing purple eyes glowing up his skin there was pale but mixed with a light creamy corlor. Atemu's eyes widened more as he watched the boy started to walk, lifting his arms and a soft melody came from his mouth as he started to dance like there was nothing to hold him, he moved free like the wind.

But what the phantom thief Atemu found most strangely about this boy was that he was standing on the ocean, "h-hey yo--" He trailed off.

The boy was gone...

"W-what? Where did he go?" Atemu thought looking around, but the boy was dissapeared, it was like he wasn't there at all. "Was it only something I imagine?" He asked himself, but shook his head, 'no, he was there... I-I'm sure.'

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Ryou ran down the dark street, he hated being outside but his father asked him if he couldn't go down to the nightmall and by some sweet things, of course Ryou couldn't say no to his father and did as his father wished to. "I really need to learn to say no." He muttered and ran around a cornor but casped and stopped. Only a few meters away from him, on a high streetlamp was a boy sitting looking up in the sky full of starts shinning down on them and jealouse on the moon because of it's beauty by the night.

"Wow." Ryou whispered, the boy had long white hair that was moving because the soft nightly breeze flew around him, he had shinning silver eyes and a skin so pale as snow. He wore only white leather. What Ryou found most suprising of this beauty was the two big feathery wings from his back. 'So beautiful'

Suddenly the winged boy stood up in a jump and flew up in the sky, shinning like a star on the dark blue sky.

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I'm still working on the plot on this story, I just had to write it down and then I really wanted to post it XD I have to thanks to D.N Angel for the inspiration to this story, but it will be much different XD And then thanks to serina-phantom for helping a little with the plot!... :3