The first sign that he had come around was the screaming pain racing through his body. He felt as if someone had awakened each nerve in his body and killed it slowly. His body was craving the elevation of flight to get away from the torturous pain. Enormous, aching wings the color of the purest dove, regenerated from time spent in the Black Wings, attempted to spread and give flight. Only for him to find they were wrapped in chains and pinned to his back.
Feline gold eyes became dilated with insanity and anger. Magic surged and incinerated the chains but left the wings unmarked. The winged being pushed his hurting body up till he was on his feet. Heightened to new levels of pain and insanity the male threw a large amount of magic at the steel doors barring his freedom. The backlash of the excessive amount brought the building down around his feet. The golden haired being laughed at the terrified screams still ringing in the air. A man, who had miraculously survived the havoc though naught unscathed, looked on with abject horror at a creature with the looks of an angel with the mind and intent of a devil. Suddenly the crazed eyes were on him, the being smirked and grabbed the cross on the end of his oh so long blonde hair. He sent a charge of magic into the cross and a blade came out of the long end. The being flipped the cross blade into the air, caught it by the sharp end and through it into the man's chest.
The being jerked his tangible weapon from its victim before spreading his dove white wings and lifting to the siren song of the sky. Every beat of those dove wings sent a new throbbing wave of pain through his body. Soon his body grew heavy, his vision tunneled until finally his wings gave out. The sudden electrical shock pushed his unconsciousness from his mind long enough to fight himself off the power lines he'd fallen on. The blackness closed in and he dropped to the ground.
"Our top story for this morning: A supposedly abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city collapsed late last night. Human remains have been found in the debris and one full body has been found."
A dark haired reporter said standing in front of the ruins of the building.
"What's that?" Kosuke asked suddenly while pointing at the screen.
"What are you pointing at?" Emiko asked, she couldn't figure out what part of the rubble her husband was pointing to. Kosuke knelt next to the screen and pointed out a small white-ish blur. "I'm not sure. Dark what do you think that is?" Some how the Phantom Thief had been released from the Black Wings and he had returned to the Niwa family. They had known the instant Dark came back that his other half was out there somewhere. Every Niwa in the house had been keeping their eyes and ears open for any sign of the white winged.
"It could be something from the warehouse or it could be something left by whatever caused this." Dark's violet brows furrowed as he spoke. "Someone's at the door." He said.
"5…4…3…2…1" Daisuke counted down and when he hit one there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it." Daisuke ran to the door.
"Ohayo Niwa-kun." Two voices said.
"Ohayo." Daisuke said and led the voices into the living room.
"Morning girls." Kosuke said to the Harada twins.
"Daaark!" Risa cooed at the thief. Dark, who was facing the other direction, grimaced. A crash from the backyard caught their attention. The Niwa family, plus the Harada twins, walked onto the balcony.
In the back yard, crouched in the grass was a beaten blonde figure. Battered dove wings lay limp, the figure apparently too weary to fold the enormous appendages to his back. The long blonde hair was free and sticking to the figure's body.
"Krad." Dark murmured forebodingly. The Kaitou dropped into the yard and cautiously approached the blonde akuma. "What are you doing here Krad?" The blonde mumbled something incoherently. "Come again?"
"Kill me." Krad lifted his head. His face was dirty and bruised and Dark thought he could make out a burn on Krad's neck. Tears were gathering in the blonde's sun touched eyes. "Please kill me."