Welcome to another DNAngel fic of mine! I've had this written for a loooong time, and decided I felt like posting it up finally, but it's not done, and I don't know when I'll finish it.

Disclaimer: If DNAngel was mine, I would have never allowed the anime to turn out the way it did. But it's not mine, so it did. :just finished watching the series and was sorely disappointed:

Enjoy!

Envious Snow

'Next time we meet, I want to tell you something.'

'What, you want to fix what was long ruined?'

'Yes…'

'I won't let you.'

'Why?'

'It's… too painful, and you know it.'

'Can there be healing without pain?'

'…No.'

Black. All darkness, a veil through which nothing could be seen. A cloudy night, obscuring the moon and the stars, robbing the night of its only source of illumination. It was in this kind of Darkness that thieves thrived, and even more so, the Phantom thief, Dark.

The clouds parted as a strong gust of wind proclaimed its power over the black droplets of water vapor, and a thin shaft of moonlight pierced the darkness below, shedding its light on a dark blur that crisscrossed the light as it sped from rooftop to rooftop, so fast it seemed to be teleporting across the late night town.

"You're being kind of quiet, Dark," Daisuke commented from inside Dark's mind, absently watching everything from the phantom thief's point of view, wondering if he could possibly be worried about tonight's outcome. It was so uncharacteristic of him to be quiet for more than a couple seconds, but he'd been this way since before they'd left the house.

"Come again?" Dark mumbled, trying to inject as much grogginess into his voice in order to keep his thoughts from Daisuke.

The red haired boy sighed, thinking that the reason he'd been so quiet was because he was still half-asleep.

"Nothing."

"What's the name of tonight's catch again?"

"Pay attention to Mom next time," the Daisuke chided.

"That's why I have you, no?" Dark responded with a traditional grin. The sunset haired boy paused for a moment, recalling the information he'd been given.

"It's called 'Envious Snow.' Mom said you wouldn't be able to find it in the gallery either, it's in one of the back security vaults," Daisuke informed him.

"Ooh, top secret stuff, huh? This should be fun. And it's a Hikari piece too, so the creep will be there," Dark leered, licking his lips in anticipation, hungry for adventure, and all too awake now as they neared their destination.

"And that means Krad will be too," Daisuke murmured uneasily.

There was a pause, and Daisuke felt Dark's cheer ebb momentarily, and was about to ask, when- "Oooh, I can't wait!" Dark said theatrically clasping his hands together in a high-school love-struck girlish voice.

"Ok... how about you stop?" Daisuke raised an eyebrow and left it at that.

"But it's so much fun! If Krad saw me doing that, he'd keel over for sure," Dark giggled, "And yell, and throw a tantrum!"

"Or gag his head off," Daisuke giggled, getting swept up in the thief's mood.

"That's the spirit," Dark laughed. But the ruby haired boy was puzzled to feel something close to determination… and was that… sadness? Daisuke shook his head. No that was impossible.

"Does this painting have any magical properties we should know?" Daisuke asked Dark as they landed on the museum's roof.

"I never paid attention to my art lessons," the thief shrugged, "Maybe. Doesn't seem like it. With a name like 'Envious Snow'?"

"Yeah… how can snow be envious…?" the ruby-eyed boy murmured, looking into the penetrating darkness of the museum's interior.

"Beats me," Dark muttered distractedly, signaling Wiz to withdraw his wings and jumping across the air to land nimbly on a ledge that ran all around the huge museum ceiling.

"There's a window over there, and it goes into the artwork vault," Daisuke directed Dark.

"I know, I've been here before."

"Wow, the one thing you do know and only because of previous experience," the wing master muttered flatly.

Dark vaulted across the ledge, settling in front of the window, withdrawing a small knife from the bag at his side, and inserted it swiftly into the glass, cutting away the transparent material like wire through clay. Setting the round glass shape aside with a clink, the phantom thief squeezed lithely across the hole, jumping down to the darkened floor.

Abruptly, a sharp light began glowing in a strange shape around Dark, and a soft, clipped voice began murmuring a spell.

"So the creepy bastardis here," Dark muttered, smirking. But as he tried to fling away, he found his feet were rooted to the spot.

"What the-" he flashed his favorite finger at the smirking Hikari standing in front of him.

"You should have expected something like this," was all the blue-haired commander said, shadows flickering across his face as it began to change shape, become longer and more defined, the perfect picture of beauty and entrancement, his body becoming taller, and more muscular, hair morphing into blue-green, green, yellow-green, and finally settling into the shade of gold that so fitted the image of the stunning pure snowy wings that sprouted from his back.

"Hey, sexy," Dark whistled appreciatively, "How you doin' Krad?"

Satoshi Hiwatari was no longer there, replaced by an earth-bound angel.

"I hate this part… Make it quick, Dark," Daisuke murmured, wringing his hands together, "And don't hurt him!" he added, knowing that the battle that would ensue might be endangering.

"Why do you always come?" Krad sighed, beautiful face settling into an indifferent glare that failed to hide the pained hate in his eyes.

"What do you mean? This is my job, kinda can't help it."

"I hate you, and that silly wing master!" the blonde angel's glare became more pronounced, white-hot energy gathering in his hands.

"Woa, somebody's in a bad mood, what happened to your usual icy-cool 'I'm better than you' demeanor?" Dark blinked, surprised, but there was a twinge of something like compassion in his eyes, gone in a second, "But it's time for me to break this spell," he gathered black energy in his hands, tossing it carelessly at a carefully chosen spot on the line encircling him. The line flickered and faded, leaving Dark to jump aside as Krad threw his energy blast at him, "Tsk, tsk, tell the creepy bastard to find better trap spells."

The ice angel growled bounding up to Dark with the intents of blowing his head to bits, but Dark had anticipated something like that and used his quick reflexes to forcefully arrest Krad's wrists, forcing them behind him.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, nuzzling Krad's neck, "You're in an even worse mood than usual…" The angel felt his anger ebb away slightly as his body involuntarily relaxed against Dark, but then he realized what he was doing and became infuriated.

"You're what's wrong! I won't rest till you're dead!" he barked, struggling against the violet-haired thief, who gave him an almost hurt look, letting go of Krad, who leapt back defensively.

"You're always mad at me. What did I do?" Dark muttered to himself.

"Dark…?" The thief's alter ego blinked in puzzlement from inside Dark. What was this emotion Dark was feeling? This was different from usual. Normally, it was a game of cat and mouse, an endless opportunity for Dark to flirt with and tease Krad. But tonight… it was almost like Dark was trying to reach the angel, and… apologize? Atone for his actions? Be nice to Krad? Daisuke's head reeled. And what was wrong with Krad? Usually the ice demon was the one jibing Dark with bitter words and taunting actions that belied his seething interior. He rarely exposed his temper like he was tonight.

"You don't have to be so mean to me, you know."

"Of course I do. I was created to combat you, and keep the Hikari art pieces safe," the demon countered, anger boiling as him and Dark began a waltz in four that repeated itself every generation, give and take, love and hate.

"But I don't want to fight you," the dark-haired kaitou's voice rang out desperately. The sun-eyed angel's step faltered, hearing honesty in his voice. But that couldn't be right… and… he shut his voice out, his supposedly non-existent heart freezing over again as his cynical mind told him Dark was only fooling him to get the painting.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you know I'm right. I would never hurt you if you didn't put Daisuke in harm's way," Krad's gaze grew confused, unbelieving, and Dark sighed exasperatedly, "Don't you get it? I-"

His voice faltered, and because of the strength of his emotions, Daisuke gasped, able to see clearly now into the kaitou's soul.

"You what?" the long-haired blonde sneered throwing bolts of energy at Dark, who had to duck and dodge the dangerous missiles, all which had been aimed at Dark but with consideration for the artwork around them- the Hikari artwork, that is.

The tall, black-clad thief took his opportunity to get close to Krad again, shoving him up against a tall painting, gray cover beginning to slip off. Krad growled, hating the way his body leaned in naturally against the lithe weight in front of him, pinning him bodily against the painting, hating the way his mind was getting lost in the never-ending depth of those glorious amethyst orbs…

"I…" The kaitou bit his lip, visibly hesitating, and despite Krad's desire to get out of his grasp, he was curious as to what Dark was so nervous about saying. But all his thoughts were suddenly wiped away, leaving a blank slate, as the purple haired kaitou leaned in and locked his lips firmly but gently over Krad's rosy pale ones, velvet soft upon silk soft, dark against light, their bodies melting into each other as the flaxen-haired angel couldn't help but respond with something more than just lust…

Dark nipped his prey's lip lightly, the fiery warmth leaving a trail of tingling nerves, slipping his tongue over them, but not pressing entrance. This fact seemed to stick in the angel's mind, that the violet-haired phantom held some degree of respect for him. Lifting his face from Krad's, Dark looked softly at the angel beneath him, body quivering lightly under the violet-haired thief's strong hold, eyes entranced, face flushed just the barest touch.

"Krad… I… I've always…"

The gray cloth that covered the painting they were leaning on finally fell away, revealing a vibrant painting underneath. Fire burned merrily in the center of the canvas, snow all around it, melting as it got too close to the fire, but approaching nonetheless, determined to touch the fire, forming a circle of white around the flames. But just as the snow could not reach the flames, there was something that could. A green leaf fell at the foot of the flames, licked by them. It would burn eventually, but it had touched the fire, unlike the snow, which was forever destined to melt and evaporate before reaching the flames. Hence the name of the painting; 'Envious Snow'.

The snow, in large quantities though, could also put out the fire.

Dark's words were cut off as sudden heat made him shy away from the canvas, but for some reason, the other ethereal creation stayed put, his back glued tightly against it. He was struggling to move, but it was like he was being pulled into the painting.

"Krad!" Dark called, "Get away from that painting!"

"I can't!" the other responded, fear stirring in his eyes, "It's not letting me go!"

The phantom thief dove back and sought to grab Krad's arm, but the light emitting from the painted canvas suddenly grew brighter and white hot, and Dark was flung back forcefully, being plowed with a sickening crack against the wall and falling limply down, blood rushing in waves from the back of his head.

Krad's body, too, fell limp, as his golden aura began to glow brightly around him, before being sucked steadily into the painting, the canvas shining with more power than the sun, with light like the moon, drinking the white-clad angel's energy greedily. Then it was gone, the room dark again, and Satoshi's body fell with a dull thud to the ground.

The leaf was gone from the painting.

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