Disclaimers: Seena58 does not own DNAngel, or the story/concept and/or characters. Storyline and title belong to panatlantic.

A/N: Just a quick note here; I own none of this, and have taken up the challenge of finishing this little fic for panatlantic, who started the story but never got around to finishing it. So yeah, bear with me cause… the usual. Chapters one to three are written by panatlantic, with my own modifications and added (random) humor. Enjoy.

Chapter 1:

((Oh shit!)) Screamed Dark mentally, as he witnessed the little mishap he had just caused, ((Emiko is gonna have a total hissy fit!)) He whined – for clarification - as the Reikon-Koukan Shugyoku shattered into a thousand pieces on the marble floor.

"Ah well. Easy come, easy go!" he shrugged outwardly at Daisuke's mental pout… now diamonds, rubies and other precious stones shattered with flair (the big ones, anyway; the little ones weren't even worth watching since 9 times out of 10 they just skittered across the floor… Dark should know; he'd mishandled enough of them in his time (Hey! Even legendary, handsome and mysterious kaitou's had to start somewhere)) and that baby hit the floor with all the grace of a chunk of glass.

Well that was kinda a relief: it meant the creepy bastard had pulled a switch and the real thing was still good for stealing - of course that also meant the creepy bastard had slipped a certain egomaniacal kaitou a fake which really, really sucked! So much for knowing his artwork for the past few centuries. Oh yes, they well and truly sucked; especially for his ego. Gotta love his ego…

"Oops?" He corrected at Satoshi's level glare, where the commander stood by the entrance of the wing during that entire time and was already making his approach without saying anything. Not that his glare didn't say enough. Dark watched him apprehensively.

The boy had those damn cuffs out again at any rate and was preparing to tackle said Kaitou as well. No back up, as usual, which was probably a bad thing since Saehara almost always bungled; allowing Dark to get away. Sure he had 'other' options - magical ones - but that would be so much like cheating! Not to mention he didn't need even more maho-otaku hanging around than what was already attracted. Not that these thoughts actually got much thought at the moment.

"Daisuki! Daisuki! Daisuki!" With skipped past the only entrance/exit to the room in Daisuke guise at that point in time (thus causing a wonderful distraction, as everyone involved knew), allowing Dark the microsecond distraction he needed to pick Satoshi's pockets (as was previously mentioned, all kaitou's had to start somewhere).

"Yatta!" He cried triumphantly, brandishing the gem while Satoshi turned a furious shade of red (whether it was from the embarrassment of his latest plans being foiled or the grope Dark had just given him, we shall never know).

"Wiiiith!" Chided Dark, not being one to mull on the past, knocked Satoshi callously aside, and was now embracing the pseudo-boy. "Daisuke would kill both of us if he sees you here like this!" On a whim, he pinched With's cheek, "But you're just so cuuuu---te!"

(I already saw,) commented Daisuke dryly in the back of the kaitou's mind, (and I will kill you both as soon as I get my physical body back.)

"Oh yeah!" Laughed Dark, sweat dropping, "But its not like I didn't already disable the surveillance and creepy boy already knows so I don't see what the biggie is!" He explained, cuddling With who was protesting with 'Kyu's.

(Can we go now? Please?) Whined Daisuke, who knew that the conversation they were having was bound to shoot down to hell if it continued. Not to mention highly embarrassing on his part; honestly, he didn't know how he was connected to the kaitou in the first place.

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Too easy.

Too easy raised the possibility of Krad putting in an appearance by 83 percent.

That's just the way it worked.

Math sucked. Logistics Sucked. Statistics sucked most of all. Mainly because Dark didn't believe in them, and just like fairies, when people didn't believe in them they had no power. What this meant was that no matter how often Daisuke pointed out the correlation, Dark ignored him (actually Daisuke had a suspicion Dark was just an adrenaline junkie - but suspicions were nearly as bad as statistics).

So instead of, as Dark had so poetically put it, bitching numbers, Daisuke settled back to watch the normal course of events, in which Dark would settle in some deserted place to examine his latest acquisition only to be (gasp) interrupted by Krad, they'd tiff it up a bit, Dark would get the upper hand for some incredibly dumb luck reason giving Satoshi time to reign Krad, and they'd escape. Badabing, badaboom. It was as simple as that and none the wiser.

Fingers crossed.

(Right on schedule.) Muttered Daisuke to Dark in a 'told-you-so' voice, as the only other guy in town with wings appeared.

(… Dark?)

And Krad babbled his little speech (god knows what and why he keeps trying it, but he does and no one can shut him up) but Daisuke wasn't really paying attention and neither was Dark, who was just staring into that damned chunk of glass.

Krad didn't like that. Couldn't blame the guy really, probably having spent most of his time since Satoshi last put him away writing that little spiel which was so casually ignored (peevishly he made a mental note to recycle it later… especially that bit about what he'd intended to do to the Wing Master's kidney's - now that was classy).

(Dark?) Daisuke demanded a little more firmly, probably beginning to worry about his alter-ego's sanity (or lack thereof; it was hard to tell most of the time). He got no reaction. (DARK!)

Krad – having long since finished his speech and not liking the lack of reaction he was receiving - experimentally waved a hand before Dark's eyes, but the Kaitou was unfazed; just staring into that rock. Krad smirked. Krad frowned. Krad smirked again. And still no reaction.

"Anybody home in there?" He asked, looking into Dark's blank eyes. Daisuke would have been shaking in fear if he'd been corporeal right now.

What to do… what to do… one's mortal (or should that be immortal?) enemy at one's mercy, for whatever reason (and Krad was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth)… so many possibilities. Growing bold Krad reached out to poke the Kaitou, and the contact was enough to bring Dark back to his senses.

"Huh?" He said intelligently, snapping his head up with such speed that it collided with Krad's with a resounding crack (that in itself wasn't safe, needless to say). "Itetetetetete!" He squealed in pain, clutching his head.

"Baka!" Groaned Krad, clutching his own head, in dazed pain.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you about personal space?" snapped Dark, dizzy with, what he suspected, was concussion.

And for the second time that night a gem hit the ground.

"De ja vu." Commented Dark morosely, infinitely glad Daisuke seemed to have been knocked unconscious. Despite the fact that the redhead was not in control; oh well, no matter. He focused whatever semblance of attention on the dropped art piece. Or pieces, to be accurate.

Yup. That one wasn't a fake.

He could already feel Emiko breathing down his neck at the loss of another valuable artifact. Oh, wait, that wasn't Emiko...

"You made me drop it!" He cried, pointing an accusatory finger at Krad, who managed to look cold and sheepish all in one. "Ite!" He moaned, clutching his head again at the wave of nausea such a movement had produced. "You gave me concussion!" He claimed loudly and sounding – sadly – like a schoolgirl in the process, tears springing to his eyes.

Krad sweat dropped at this proclamation. Surely someone you habitually tried to kill couldn't bitch about a mere concussion. But then, he suspected he had also procured a concussion in the exchange, so refrained from speaking. His suspicions were confirmed correct when his vision started to blur and he collapsed.

"What the hell!" Screeched Dark in surprise when Krad suddenly fell on him (this really wasn't one of his good days). Daisuke wasn't awake right then to discourage him from killing his immortal enemy while he had the chance, as he had done many times before. But he wasn't awake, Dark reminded himself. Yatta!

Hmm… But Daisuke would be pretty pissed. And when Daisuke was pissed, he could be worse than Emiko (well maybe not worse than Emiko, but probably pretty close) and Dark had a fairly good idea that killing Daisuke's friend wasn't something the boy would forgive easily.

Killing the detective in charge of capturing him wasn't likely to look good either. Even if they couldn't prove it was him it'd look bad when Hiwatari mysteriously disappeared. Right. That would be his "official reason" - not that he feared Niwa-style retribution.

Hehehe. And Daisuke would owe him bigtime! Life was good!

… Now if he could just get the lead weight sociopath off him he'd be fine… which would be a lot easier if he could just get his eye's to focus. Crap.

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"They went this way! I'm sure of it!" Squealed Sahara Takeshi excitedly, camcorder clutched protectively to his chest, followed closely by the Harada twins. He'd been a little disappointed at the footage he'd been able to get at the crime scene. Since the other winged-guy had appeared though…! So cool!

"Look!" Screamed Harada (Takeshi wasn't sure which one since he had his back to them at the time).

"Niwa-kun! Hiwatari-kun!"

Takeshi ran over to the pile of limbs.

"Don't touch them!" He commanded when one of the girl's reached out to rouse the boys. Risa looked at him as if he were insane, her eyes dark in worry at the sight before them. And it wasn't all that pretty, either. Oh, she really did hate ugly things, and this one in particular…

"He's right." Instructed Riku, shaking her younger sister out of her mindless rant. "Look at Niwa-kun's head." Thankfully there was someone who had a logical mind and could take the situation without whining and panicking, although Takeshi wasn't doing that bad of a job.

Risa looked at her classmate's head skeptically, noting the swollen red lump.

Takeshi checked both of their pulses confirming they were both alive. "I don't know what happened, but it's obvious that at least Daisuke was hit in the head, so we shouldn't move him if we can help it."

"I'll call an ambulance." Volunteered Risa, producing a cell phone from the pocket of her dress. She always wore the insanely frilly things upon stalking Dark; it was an odd habit of hers.

Can't move them. Definitely breathing though. Have to wait for the ambulance. What else was there to do but videotape his two classmates in their currently compromising positions? Wai… Daisuke was just so cute sleeping (although in reality he was knocked out)… too bad he couldn't get a good shot of Hiwatari's face, which was covered by Daisuke's arm, since he knew a girl at school who would pay for it… and a lot as well (Hey! Journalism was an expensive hobby!)…

"Saehara!" Accused Risa loudly, scowling at him as she closed her cell phone.

"It's a crime scene, Risa!" Admonished Riku instantly. "It's important to have it on record before the ambulance gets here and disturbs it. Right?" She blinked innocently as Saehara nodded.

Eheheheh. Life was good, wasn't it?

And not just good; it was utterly hilarious at times.

Yeah, that was the horror of the way the world worked today.

TBC