Lover's Promise
Disclaimers: We don't own D N Angel even if we keep on dreaming we do. Sigh. Such a sad life huh?
Warning: Has Yaoi, shounen-ai and cursing. Though it's tough trying to convince Xia Mei to move to M, I am steadfast on my campaign…. A little help would be appreciated. XD – G. Angel.
GA: yes yes… I know… Finally something not just a one-shot for D N Angel stuck to my name. Or… at least this account's name… I've been trying to put this story off for a loooooong time because of all the schoolwork and extra stuff along the side I have to cope with. But I finally got this chap going so that's a good start. If you're wondering who I am though, I'm Gunning Angel and yeah I have my own account… Xia Mei and I just thought it cool to share one account for shared stories such as these… or shared ideas anyway… so, with out further ado… Let's get this party started!
Prologue
A black clad figure slinked atop the museum rooftop as he took a mental note of the security measures the police were making tonight. With a 24-hour security watch and around 150 officers patrolling the perimeter, this was one heist that was sure as hell not going to be easy. But then again, that never stopped the well-acclaimed Dark Mousy before, so why should it be of any inconvenience now? A feral grin came to the thief's lips as he melded into the shadows, keeping himself hidden from any of the routing police force.
His mission tonight, as Emiko so generously briefed him with, was to retrieve the prized twin armlets named 'The Lover's Promise.' Though he had tuned out almost half of what the eccentric mother told him about the armlets, he knew the capability of the artifact well enough to seal it, steal it and get the hell out of the museum before anyone was the wiser.
He had made his entrance from the gardens at the right side of the museum and planned on jumping up into an open window. Though the young redhead inside of him was a bit doubtful as to why there was an entrance so aptly unlocked for their convenience, Dark took the risk and scaled up the wall with no effort at all.
Landing silently into a hallway, he had just enough time to duck out of sight before a pair of patrol officers rounded the corner.
"Hey! Why is this window open?" one of the security staff asked his companion.
"It was hot a while ago so I thought I'd open a window to let some air in." His reply was regarded with a shocked expression from the previous man.
"Are you insane! What if someone came in through here?" He then went to close the window, locking it in the process. "There."
"Heh." The other policeman said with a smug smile. "Good thing we were here before anyone got in."
Nodding, the other police officer motioned to the long hall ahead of them. "C'mon." he said, flicking his flashlight on. "We got rounds to do."
The phantom thief waited until the pair was a considerable distance away before moving stealthily up a flight of stairs to his left leading to another hallway. Reaching that landing, he made his way past a surveillance camera, making sure that he wasn't seen before passing through an obstacle course eerily resembling Emiko's training routine. Dark was thankful that the young mother had gone out of her way to create numerous fluffy stuffed Satoshis that automatically fell off the ceiling as a substitute for the nets that were assailing him now. (1) This gave him a better edge of dodging the attacks of electric webs coming from above. He sported a triumphant smile after he flipped over numerous trip lasers, mocking the security measures the police had taken.
If I had known it'd be this easy, I would have let you deal with them Dai-chan. The Phantom Thief said to his alter ego as he walked towards a large ornate wooden framed door marking the entrance to the room housing the main attraction. Not spotting a secret device or a trap set up to stop him, a gloved hand went to push the golden handle down to open the door. Amethyst eyes momentarily scanned the room for any signs of booby traps that he might accidentally trip over, but he soon sported a sly grin when finding none.
Old creepy boy commander must be slipping. Dark thought to himself as he moved towards the center of the area to get closer to his goal, the door closing softly behind him. Scouting the area, his eyes soon landed on the old artifact resting on a soft red display pillow but he was a bit surprised at how it looked. The armlets, white gold in material Dark had surmised, was broad and marked with intricate carvings that he couldn't quite work out. Though that wasn't the part that struck him as odd. It was rather the fact that the twin armlets were locked in a hold with one another even if there wasn't any indication of an opening where they could be placed in such a position.
Brushing the nagging thought that something was not right, Dark shrugged and brought a black feather up in front of him to initiate the sealing process. The dark aura that emanated from the plume had taken such an amount of the thief's concentration that he didn't notice a lone figure hiding behind the Grecian columns of the enclosed space.
A sadistic smile came upon the man's lips as he had been waiting for this exact moment to catch the thief off guard. He had to mentally scoff at the idea of Dark letting his defenses down. Then again, the man always knew Dark would turn soft after all those years of living with useless humans.
Silently stepping away from his hiding place, he crossed over to where the phantom thief was mouthing a mantra, and brought out a feather of his own. The pristine white feather gathered power upon its master's request and without hesitation, flung itself towards its counterpart, extracting the black plume from Dark's hold. Both ethereal weapons exploded not a few feet away from the thief and Dark had to cover his face from the aftershock it brought.
Quickly swerving to face where the white feather originated, the phantom thief growled at the blonde haired man. "Krad." Eyes narrowing in hatred for the man, he continued as sarcasm dripped off his words. "What a pleasant surprise to see you." The thief inched away from the relic and moved in a circular motion in order to keep his distance as Krad tried to come closer.
"I was beginning to wonder if this was all the security the commander had in stored for me. To tell you the truth I'm pretty relieved to have you here. Now I'm sure to have some form of challenge tonight."
"Still as cocky as ever Dark?" the blonde said in a soft, subdued tone. "You should put a restraint on that growing ego of yours lest it become the reason for your downfall."
"Awww, I didn't know you cared so much." The playful mood returned to the centuries old thief as he eyed his hunter with a calculating ease. "You haven't caught me yet, so I guess I'm doing ok." Dark took in the pale figure in front of him and silently tried to decide on what action to take. He was given no time to assess what to do as Krad made the first move for him.
"Tonight would be of a different circumstance." With that the blonde threw a ball of white energy he had collected in his fingertips while Dark was busy talking to him.
Damn! The thief cursed to himself as he dodged another attack thrown to him. Why are my senses failing me now! Purple eyes widened as he saw the white power orb headed his way from behind and jump-flipped to evade it, though not fully as it nicked his left arm a bit, drawing blood.
"Crap." The phantom thief said in a whisper, his right hand grasping the injured arm on instinct.
"Not so arrogant now, are you Dark?" the blonde taunted as he crossed his arms on his chest. The phantom thief saw the belittling gaze his evil counterpart was giving him and he swore he would definitely wipe that smug look of satisfaction from the man.
Having his trademark smirk on his face, the purple haired thief stood up and regarded the blonde with a cool appearance. "Oh Krad, I haven't even begun to play." Lunging himself towards the other man, Dark allowed his fist to make contact with the blonde's face, making Krad stagger a few feet back.
Wiping the blood that trickled out of his mouth, the cat-like yellow eyes turned to look at Dark as he regained his composure. "Good to see you have some fight left in you Mousy."
Amethyst eyes narrowed as he readied to battle his arch nemesis once again. "Shut up Krad and let's finish this."
The two men proceeded to throw, hit, block and evade a couple of punches accompanied with flaming energy balls at each other in attempts to finally bring the long disputed feud to an end. They got so engrossed in the fight that none of them realized a soft glow coming from the twin bands. That was until Dark and Krad stood at the ends of the room, the item in between them.
"What the hell did you do Mousy!" the blonde accused the thief as he eyed the armlets warily.
"ME! I didn't do anything! This is all your fault!" The light originating from the relic now grew bigger as they continued with their bickering. "If you hadn't stopped me from sealing it, it wouldn't be glowing now!"
"Well if you haven't planned on stealing it then we would not even be in this predicament."
The tension in the air grew thicker. If the ancient artifact caused it or because he was getting his nightly quota of Krad getting to be a pain in his ass, Dark couldn't really tell. All he could make out was both he and his blonde double were collecting large amounts of energy in their hands before throwing it at each other.
Black and white orbs collided in an earth-shattering explosion that rocked the museum structure and burst a hole through the roof. Spectators below gasped and gaped at the display while chief Saehara shouted profanities and orders to his men. No one took notice of the black and white specks that darted out from the smoke, moving in opposite directions.
"How could you let anyone get into the museum! After them you imbeciles!"
"YES SIR!" the company of men said as they saluted to their commanding officer.
Footsteps could be heard making their way upstairs. The men threw the wooden door open but all could be seen left in the room was fallen debris. There was no sign of who caused such a mess or of the armlets.
The senior Saehara gave a loud scream as he stomped on the cracked marble floor in his frustration. "DAMN YOU PHANTOM THIEF! DA-aiyaiyaiyaiyai!" His cursing was cut short as the tiled ground gave way to his heavy kicking. Arms flailing around, his policemen grabbed on to him before he fell down towards the first floor.
A white clothed man landed gracefully on his alter ego's opened window, shutting the frames as he entered. He raked a tired hand through his blonde hair and tried to calm himself down. He had let the blasted Dark Mousy escape with the piece of art and he was sure he wasn't going to hear the end of it from the blue haired commander after this.
He had convinced Satoshi, if one allowed the term, that he would stop the phantom thief from stealing the artifact tonight. Instead, he came out empty handed and his power spent. Meaning if the Hikari descendant wanted to keep him locked in for the next couple of days, Krad wouldn't have the capacity to stop it.
Feeling his legs give way, he fell to the floor, silently cursing his weakness and inability to stand up on his own. His hands automatically went to hug himself as he felt a cold shiver ran up his spine. The fact that he was beginning to get human sensations in his body wasn't helping the matter. He let his hands run up and down his arms to create some semblance of heat.
He abruptly stopped as he felt something on his arm that wasn't supposed to be there. Pulling on the material of his white cloak, yellow eyes widened at what he saw. He was only able to mutter out one word.
"Crap…"
The purple haired man sighed as he plopped down unto the living room couch inside the Niwa residence. Across him sat Daiki and beside the old man was Kosuke. Both men regarded him with a silent and cool stare that left him more than a bit unnerved. He felt the young mother's presence beside him pressing a cold washcloth against his cut arm. Even the usually chatty Towa stood beside Emiko with a basin of water, not giving a peep. The silence that surrounded the phantom thief made his stomach twist in anxiety.
"Will someone please say something?" The thief said, a hint of irritation showing in his eyes. "Look, I'm sorry if I didn't get the armlets. I'll get them next time. If that bastard Krad hadn't interfered, I-"
"Dark." The calm tone of the grandfather cut his rambling. Purple eyes met with dull brown. "We're not angry or disappointed that you didn't get the item. We have a more pressing matter to discuss."
Raising a curious eyebrow, the thief turned to the brown haired woman for more details. "Well Dark. You see… Dad and I were in the basement preparing the sealing ceremony when we felt something went wrong. When we checked, we found out that the Lover's Promise was… well… How can I say this…? Um…"
"What Emiko is trying to say is that they've found out the armlets' curse has been initiated." Kosuke said, finishing for his wife.
Dark couldn't help but laugh at what the black haired man had said. "The curse has begun? You've kidding me, right? Krad and I were the only people in the room. Unless we were meant to be together, which I highly doubt, the curse would remain latent. So it's impossible that the armlets would suddenly wake up."
"It's not as impossible as you think Dark-chan…" The sound of fabric tearing was heard to his left as he noticed his mother ripping off the black cloth to reveal… The Lover's Promise…
"Crap…"
(1) You kinda have to refer to 'Going Home' to understand that part more clearly. But can you just imagine how (as Xia Mei put it...) scandalized Daisuke would be with Satoshi plushies raining down on him? I think it's absolutely adorable. XD
Phew! Got the prologue up. Hope I get the other chaps flowing as smoothly as this one. It would help if you reviewed though. Hint hint. BUT no pressure! XD oh yeah. Not all that sure who's top yet. Though I think I'd alternate between the two. XD I'll explain the full extent of the curse in the next chaps. Trust me. It's a happy curse. For fan girls at least. XD
Gunning Angel