Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel *sigh* sadly

Oh, and by the way, I re-wrote this chapter. . . There may not be many differences, but I fixed spelling and made the story. . . better :)

"This means talking out loud."

This means talking inside one's head

' This means one's private thoughts. '

~oOo~

Chapter 1: Watcher of the Dead

The world was silent on this night, granted the light sprinkle of rain outside. The sky was dark with clouds and bitter cold. Though a certain famous phantom theif wouldn't be stealing, that didn't mean that she wouldn't. A knowing smirk crossed her lips, a crinkled paper held tight in her fist. Tonight, she would be one step closer to ultimate freedom.

"Ahh, there ain't nothing like a nightly flight in the rain!" Dark said, outloud, to Daisuke.

Daaark! What are you doing? It's the middle of the night! And we're getting all wet! Daisuke complained in Dark's mind, Mom's not gonna like this.

"Oh, where's your sense of adventure?" he asked, smiling and streatching his arms out to feel the chill of the wind blowing passed him.

I left it at home, where it's warm and dry, which is where we should be. God! he could be such a spoil-sport!

*Sigh* "Fine, we'll head back." Dark gave in, only moments before her glimpsed a flash of silver in the black of the night. "Did you see that?" Without waiting for an answer, he made a dive for the object, that had flown straight into the old museum. It still contained a few artifacts, but ones that no one really had an intrest in. The building was crumbling and poorly taken care of- if at all.

Silently, Dark followed the silver thing through the window out of pure curiousity. Could it have been Krad? Dark thought about it for a moment, no the thing was distinctly silver, not at all white. Before Dark could continue to ponder, there was a loud thud from a nearby room.

"Ouch, dammit!" a sharp, female voice rang through the empty building. Dark crept through the doorway and spotted a young girl. An angel by the looks of her (or maybe a devil) with wings of silver. Black came out through the top rim of feathers and got lighter grey as it decended down- all taking on a shimmery sheen. Her raven hair created loose curls cascading all the way down to the middle of her back. Clad in tight, emo-ish clothing, she wore skinny, ripped up grey jeans with black buckles running up the sides, a v-neck black shirt, fingerless grey elbow-length gloves, and heavy black makeup. Truthfully, she was pretty sexy. Why she had wings though, Dark was soon to find out.

Turning on the charm, Dark called to the girl, "Now, what's a pretty little thing like you doing in a crummy place like this?" accumpined by his famous smirk.

The girl turned quickly around, a dingy looking object in her hands. She wore a look of surprise, then mallice, " Pretty little thing? Ha! You'll have to do better than that." she turned, then back around once again, "And what the hell kind of line is that?" Scoffing, she started for the stairs to the roof.

It was Dark's turn to be surprised, never before had a woman not melted at the very sight of him! He tried again, less worring about the wings or the stolen property, but more about repairing his wounded pride. "Oh, I can always do better sweetheart." he whispered seductivily into her ear after sneaking close behind her.

The girl stopped dead cold. One her face was a look of shock with a hint of sly confusion, "You're kidding me right? That's the best you've got? *Sigh* I actually expected a bit more out of you. Well, live and learn I suppose." The winged girl headed up the stairs.

Dark huffed, "Alright, fine. I'll just get to the point then: who are you, why are you stealing that artifact. . . and where'd you get the wings?" by then they had reached the roof.

"As if I would actually tell you any of that." was her only reply before jumping off the building and into the dark, he gasped in shock. "Well, I'll tell you one thing, Phantom Theif," she flew back up the the museum's top level, "For who I am. . . You can just call me Shadow." Then she was gone, dissapering into the rain and the gloom of night.

"Hmm, interesting. . . Shadow." he tasted the name on his tongue.

Dark! what are you waiting for, go after her! Daisuke shouted in his head, waving his arms in frustration.

"Oh, so now you've found your adventue!"

When the two got home, now more soaked than ever, Emiko rushed over and enveloped him into a hug, "Oh, Dark! what were you doing out so late?" she scolded him for his carelessness,

"Oh, you know," he replied, "just out for a midnight flight. Also, we have a new theif in town." he said, noncholant as possible.

"A new theif?" grandfather asked, "Who?"

Dark smirked, "A silver winged beauty. And she stole some rusty-looking bird from the old museum down on 3rd Street." a look of intrest ran around on the faces in the room.

"Hmm, lets look it up and see what we find, eh?" grandfather said. they all followed him back to the basement where all of their books of artifacts and art were. The room was a bit cold and musty, and smelled like centuries of dust and paper. Searching for about a half hour, they finally came upon the right book.

There was only a small picture of the bird, obviously when it had been much newer and better taken care of. Made over 70 years earlier, the bird was supposed to be a raven, and just looked morbid and mysterious.

"It's called the Watcher of the Dead. It was made to keep the spirits of evil artwork at bay, and to supress them. What could she have wanted with it?" After going through all they could find on it, which wasn't much at all, they left eachother to their own thoughts and exchanged quick goodnights.

Later on, in Dai's beedroom, Dai asked his counter part, "Dark?" he'd been transformed back to himself only moments before.

Yes Dai?

"Well, I was just wondering, since Krad and you both have wings, even if yours are actually Whif, do you think, maybe, this Shadow girl is like you guys?"

A pause. I really don't know Dai. Maybe she is, we'll just have to find out.

Dai yawned, " Okay Dark. Goodnight then."

Night, Dai.

Dark didn't sleep right away though, he lay in the recess of Dai's mind trying to put the pieces together of Shadow, silver wings, and the Watcher of the Dead. All to no avail.

Shadow also lay awake, her wings had long been, painfully, contracted back into her body. She wondered about how much the phantom theif could know by now, which probably wasn't much, and why he didn't try to follow her.

Ha! He's probably just too much of a coward, she thought, but, God is he a sexy one. Maybe I'll have a bit of fun with this theif. Shadow smirked and closed her eyes in a blissful night of pure sleep.

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