Interview With an Angel

Chapter One: The Beginning of an Interview

Author: Dark Hearted Shinobi

Disclaimer: Don't own D..

Dedication: The Lantern

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What?

Who am I?

What am I?

Am I. . . a person?

No.

Who are you?

I am your tamer.

Tamer?

Yes.

Why do I need a tamer?

You are a wild creature, incable of feeling.

What? But. . . I can feel.

Silence!!

The sound of skin hitting skin resounds in the darkness, followed by silence. A silence that lasts for eternity.

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Location: Interview Room

Time: 8 November 2009

Time: 17:30

Subject: Krad Hikarii

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There are two people sitting at a table. There are two steaming cups of tea on the table as well. The people are seated on opposite sides of the table, watching one another. One is a young woman, pen poised over notepad, ready to begin writing. The other, to look at him, one almost feels blinded. Long, golden hair, pooling on the floor. A glint of metal shows through the strands. He is dressed in white and gold with long white wings stretching over the chair he leans against, the flight feathers brushing the floor. He looks like an angel, but for his eyes. Golden eyes, a beautiful golden amber, narrowed in a cold glare, staring out from under golden bangs. The glare alone is enough to scare anyone from talking to him, however it does not deter the woman. She smiles at him, then presses a button on the digital recorder in the middle of the table and, at a nod from her, the blond man begins speaking.

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Pain.

It was the second thing I can remember feeling. The first was confusion.

Three hundred years. That's how long ago I was "born."

You want to know what I am, I suppose.

I will tell you. But it might break your mind.

Humans are so fragile. . .

You are all so arrogant. You believe that if you have enough money, or enough power, or the right medicine or weapon, nothing can touch you. You think yourself invincible, and that alone is your greatest weakness.

You are all so fragile. Just a squeeze of the neck, a hit in just the right place and you die. I, on the other hand, am everlasting. I am eternal, never ending, unless the Hikarii line dies. That is the only way to kill me, that is the only way to kill my other half. You must kill the one called a tamer, or a wing master.

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The blond stops talking, straightening up slightly. He sits ramrod straight in his chair, his wings ruffling every so often, rearranging themselves. He takes a drink of his tea, setting the cup down with a soft click, then resumes speaking.

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But enough of that. I told you that I would explain where I came from and that is what I plan to do. I never go back on my word.

I was originally one half of a painting. Kokuyoku it was called. Painted by a Hikarii long, long ago. He was trying to bring it to life, to give it a soul, a life, a body. However, the process was ruined by a meddling thief by the name of Niwa. He attempted to steal it and destroyed the process. The painting gained life, but split in two, the two halves manifesting themselves, not in true forms, but in the forms of the artist and the thief. One half is standing here, talking to you. The other half. . . I do not know where he is, nor do I care. He is most likely planning his next escapade.

You may have heard of him. He is the infamous Phantom Thief Dark. Dark Mousy, as I call him. Eternally trapped in the line of Niwas, always a thief. He is a pathetic creature. He cares for his tamer, not wanting to use magic, not wanting to harm him.

Do not get me wrong, I care for my tamer too. But I also have my own goals in mind. Since I was created, the Hikariis have tormented me. They are the first ones to show me pain, hatred, death, cruelty. For this, I have tortured them for my entire existence. I try to break each tamer, but not before they have an heir so I am kept alive.

Ah. But I have forgotten to tell you my name. It is Krad. Krad Hikarii. My. . . tamer, if you would call him that, is the "Police Commander of Dark Countermeasures" Satoshi Hiwatari. What's that? How is his last name Hiwatari? It should be Hikari? Yes. Yes, you are correct. I was passed to him when he was born. However, he lost both his parents young. His father, when he found out what he had married, left when Master Satoshi's mother became pregnant with us. His mother, a weak, frail creature, died in childbirth. He was left alone in the world. He grew and was adopted by Kei Hiwatari, a despicable man. He only wanted Master Satoshi for his mind.

I am not going to deny that Master Satoshi is a brilliant boy, rather, I shall say that he is the brightest mind I have been forced to reside in. He is an amazing child, able to outsmart just about everyone.

Enough of that talk.

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The angel lifts his eyes to the clock hanging on the wall. He goes silent, his brow crinkling as he seems to have a conversation with himself. He glances at the clock again, then nods.

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I am sorry. I need to go now. I have. . . a few things that I need to do and apparently, Master Satoshi has a test in German tomorrow and he wishes to study.

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One long finger, attached to a hand, gloved in white, reaches out, turning the recorder off. He stands, brushing his coat out, smoothing it down. He spins, walking out of the room. A thunk is heard as the cross at the end of his hair whacks into the doorframe. The young woman stays behind in the room, writing on her pad of paper, her eyes moving to the chair recently vacated by the angel.

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Okay, I know, the format is kinda strange, but here's what I got going. The conversation between Krad and his tamer, Krad and the interviewer, and Krad and himself. If this is confusing, say so in a review. I have a specific way I'm setting this up, so please endure it Please read and review!!!