Chapter One:
Shinjitsu-sai Hikari will be my character's name in this story. Hugely important, because Fate12343 and I (KaitoDark1) are writing a large series together that two girls (us) are brought from our world and practically cannot live in our own anymore because Dark and Krad had to steal our 'flames', or souls. Oops. Spoiler... Anyway, enjoy!
-Dark Hikari (distingish between Dark and I. D.N: Hey! D.H: SHOO!)
My best friend was coming to visit (Finally) And apparently, we were going to be in a huge surprise when she finally got here and on her first night in my city. Dunno, just heard it was huge. Maybe it's Dark...
The rumoured Phantom Thief Dark Mousy is fated to appear tonight, at the national art gallery here in Ottawa. He claims to be after the two finest souls of the two finest girls in the city- The newcaster said on CTV. I turned it off.
"Dark, huh? Coincidence?" I said as I frowned at the TV? "I think not..." I heard a knock at my door and I dashed upstairs. ( I was in my basement) Pulling the door open, I saw my best friend, She clutched her bag to her chest, smiling like crazy.
"Dark's on the news. Like Dark Niwa, from DNAngel?" I told her.
Her eyebrows shot up, blending in with her brown hair. "Dark, Kaito Dark?"
I nodded. "And he's not voiced by Vic, he's the real deal." she smiled at our joke. Autumm looked at her DNAngel in her hands. I held my copy of the latest volume out in a hand, smiling. She lifted an eyebrow.
"Read it already." she smiled.
"Isn't Krad insane in the latest?" I asked, my eyes whining with admiration for both Dark and Krad.
Autumn nodded, her ponytail swinging around crazily. "Yep. That's why I luv him!" She smiled.
-DARK-
I stood on the top of Le Maman, my wings outstretched. Krad softly landed on one of the legs and turned.
"You think the two are here?"
"Deffinate. I wouldn't have sent out the notice for them if they weren't." I replied to him, turning my head, and my black hair waved in the wind. Yes, black, not purple. This world would definatly not accomadate my natural color. Even Krad's hair had changed to match mine. His noted silver ponytail waved in the light breeze, the cross lightly tinking on the metal of the sculpture's leg.
"How will we get them...?" He asked, his yellow cat eyes, resting on my purple eyes. Yeah, we ended up with really light blue eyes, so we used contacts to give them our natural colors. I huffed.
"The flame pull." I looked at him. His eyes widened.
"You sure, Dark? I mean, we can't do another flame pull, ever." Krad emphasized.
"Yes. All we need... Is to lure them out."
-Shinji/V-
I looked at the compooter screen, the images of Dark and Krad flashing up and they each drew a feather. Yes, we were watching the anime.
"DARKKK!" I cried, my face hysterical as the twenty fourth episode started. The beginning of the end.
"KICK HIS BUTT KRAD!" Autumn yelled, her hands balled and held in the air by her chest.
"DARK!"
It continued. We got bored and skipped to the last and watched it with eager face. After we were done, we turned it off and got up.
"Walk outside? We can fight like Krad and Dark." I suggested, flipping a bit of my brown hair to look a little more like Dark's. She smlied as she adjusted her hair.
"And how shall we settle this dispute, Dark?" She smirked.
"With a fight to the death!" I smiled as I dashed upstairs, slipped my shoes on and ran outside with my black coat. I slipped it on and grabbed the two wooden poles from my garage with duct tape handles. When Autumn came outside, I tossed the one in my left to her and she caught it carefully. I held my 'sword' out and she did the first blow.
"Ooh, strong, Krad. But not as strong as this!" I smiled as I slashed and she parried.
"Cunning, Dark!" She smiled. I saw a black shape and a white one. I stopped and pointed up. "What the-" She said.
"THERE!" I heard a faint voice screech and the two shapes dove for us. I clutched my sword tighter and Autumn did the same, a frown on her face.
The shapes got closer and I could make out a cross on a pontail and the blobs turned out to be...
Dark and Krad.
