A Different Story
By Angelis Raye Kamura
Disclaimer...
I do NOT own D N Angel, or any part of it. It belongs to Yukiru Sugisaki. The beginning of this fanfiction is based off the manga and the anime --mostly the manga-- so, if you've read the manga, you will experience a sort of deja vu. But after I get board of just converting the manga to words, or find a good opportunity to, I will start to go off of the track the manga / anime was / is on. So the beginning is loyal to the series, but after awhile, it won't be. You've been warned. Shonen ai in the first chapter. Also after the note, then they might seem a little out of character (that's because I started watching Gravitation right before then, to get in the mood, so yeah....).
Prologue...
Throughout history, works of art have been stolen under mysterious circumstances... said by some to be the work of "phantom" thieves. Others dismiss it as a mere myth. But in this country, the stories are all too true. The name of this mysterious thief? "Dark". And his true identity? No one knows....
Chapter one: The Begining of the Coming Chaos....
"Niwa-kun... I know this must have been hard for you to write... but I have to return it to you...." Harada Risa said, as she handed the red haired boy by her the love letter he had given to her. "I'm sorry.... I just don't think of you that way, Niwa-kun." My first love letter... and it's "return to sender"... On my 14th birthday I, Niwa Daisuke... The boy thought as he took the letter back. ...Was totally shot down.
"But we can still be friends... right?"
"Um... sure," Niwa-kun nodded vaguely, as he started to walk to his class room which was located on the second floor of the Azuano Middle School building.
Inside classroom II-B
"What?" one of the girls by Harada-san exclaimed.
"Harada-chan, you turned Niwa-kun down?" questioned another. "But he's so cute...."
"He finally came out and asked you, huh...?"
"Well," Harada-san started, "He's just not my type, you know? He's just average... he won't help my social standing. If a guy wants to go out with me... he has to be totally hot!"
"There she goes again..." one of the girl's friends sighed.
"Harada-chan, you're so ruthless!" replied another.
Of course I am! she thought to her self, looking over her shoulder. I can never give in to that witch!! I won't let her beat me! She looked at her sister standing behind her and grimaced. My sworn enemy... my twin sister, Harada Riku!! She looked back at the paper and pencil in front of her, and picked up the pencil. Humph. Just because she's five minutes older, I have to call her big sis.... At least I'm the cute one!! So, what if
we're twins. Risa started to grasp the pencil harder as she went on in her head. But now, she's got an edge... five extra millimetres in the chest... I have to get ahead. And the only thing that's going to put me there is the perfect man!!
After school....
"Yo! Niwa-kun!" Saehara Takashi yelled at his friend, who was currently just gazing into space. "Earth to Niwa-kun!! He's always so spacey...."
"Hmm...." the other friend sat across from the red-haired boy, waving his hand in front of the young teen, trying to get his attention. "He's been out of it since lunch... his stupidity is up 50% from normal levels."
"All right, this is getting boring," the darker haired teen decided after a moment of silence. He grabbed his friend by the collar and put him in a head lock. "C'mon, Niwa-kun, snap out of it!! Tonight's the big night!! News is in the air! My reporter's nose can smell it!!"
"The big night?" questioned the blond friend.
"YES!" the young reporter exclaimed, as a poor, strangled Niwa-kun whimpered, "Saehara-kun... I can't breathe!"
"Something's happening tonight right at eleven! My dad tipped me off. I have to go get ready... so finish cleaning up for me, okay?" Saehara Takashi shoved the broom into the smaller boy. "Here, this is for you...."
"What?" a now frightened Niwa-kun implored.
"C'mon, I'll get you another photo of Harada-san!"
"Uh..." Niwa-kun groaned as his friend ran off. "Saehara-kun! Hey! Come back here! Why is he always doing that...?"
"Well, you're the one who keeps letting him."
In the hall way to the Art Room...
Normally, every day brings me bad luck. But my birthday only comes once a year.... Couldn't I have good luck just for that one day? Just once? I guess not. Niwa-kun slid the key card that supposedly went to the art room through the card reader, and it beep,
flashing: invalid card. "Huh? It's not opening... Oh no! Why... me?" he moaned as he realised that he brought the wrong card. He sniffled. "My life stinks! Why does this always happen?" It took everything I had to give Harada-san that letter.... I know I'm a huge klutz... and I'm not really that smart.... But I thought I could change my life....
At that moment, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned his head to face the person who was standing behind him. He turned and found that one of his fellow class mates was offering him a hanker chief. The blue-haired boy walked past Niwa-kun after he took the cloth, and tried to open the door. "What? Who? Hiwatari-kun?!" Niwa-kun stumbled over himself. "I'm sorry! I brought the wrong card, so the door's locked.... Here, let me
open it for you!"
"Open it...?" the taller boy questioned, but the smaller teen didn't hear him.
"Hmm... let's see... this lock is... so then..." he muttered to himself, but said to his class mate, "This is all I need to do...." The door beeped after the boy punched in codes into the machine lock, and unlocked the art room door. There!! "There you go!!" he said as he opened the door. He turned around to face Hiwatari-kun. "Oh! But Hiwatari-kun... what are you... doing here?"
"I'm on cleaning duty today," his ocean blue eyes now concentrating on what he was writing in the slim pocket book he just pulled out with a pen.
"Oh... I see. I didn't know...." Hiwatari Satoshi... even though we're in the same class, I've never really talked to him.... He's not a snob or anything, it's just so hard to talk to.
The taller teen readjusted his rimless glasses, then put away the pocket book, and turned to the smaller ruby-eyed teen next to him. "Hey..." he looked at the boy with a gaze that portrayed no visible emotion. "Niwa Daisuke, right?"
"What?"
"How'd you unlock the door...?"
"How'd I what?" Oh, no! A normal kid couldn't do that!! Mom always tells me not to do that stuff in public.... "Uh, well, I... it's the same kind... we have at home! So... I'm just, you know... used to it... um...." Niwa-kun was in a state of panic that was forcing him to make up a story that might --in some weird circumstance-- be true.
"Really? It's a pretty unusual lock. A DEBAC Z1GII... you have one at home?" Hiwatari-kun questioned the already panicked red-head.
"Ah, yeah. Um, ah...." What a mess! "Hey, there's the copy of Goddess Latin. Come to think of it, where are all the others that are supposed to be cleaning? 'Cause isn't this a lot of work for two people?"
"I told them not to come," Hiwatari-kun answered slyly.
"Why?" Niwa-kun asked.
"Are you available tonight... or something important?" Hiwatari-kun looked over at the younger boy.
"Uhhh..." Niwa-kun stopped what he was doing momentarily. "Well, tonight's my birthday, so.... "
"Oh, I can't help..."
"Um... why is it me?"
"Because I like paintings too...." Niwa-kun smiled with that response. "I want to talk with you about it."
Later that afternoon in front of the Niwa household....
"Ugh... what a day. Hello!" Niwa-kun sighed, opening the door to his house. "I'm ho--" he had stepped through the door, but when he realised that there was no floor, he was already falling. Niwa-kun quickly grabbed the ledge in front of the door way, kicked off the wall, then swung himself back onto the door way ground. "Hmmm. I can never just come home and walk in the door... like a normal kid. Better tuck this in," he said, as he
tucked his school shirt in to his pants. The teen crouched, and got ready to leap over the gap. He pushed off the jut, and vaulted across the fissure.
The rest of the lasers turned on as he stepped through the first one after he landed. Hmm... the first one's a dummy... the 2nd, 3rd... and the right hand lasers are dummies... so is this what you want? He thought as he was dodging all the lasers, but then he triggered one that sent mechanical dogs running after him. When he finally got to the door to the sitting room with a sign that was obviously done by his mother --it read 'Congrats! You've made it inside!' with a heart at the end-- he started to reach for the door, then he remembered something that he had been taught. He took off one of his shoes and used it to open the door. When the shoe touched the handle, the electricity that was coursing through the door was apparent as it electrified the shoe. When he got through the door, he thought, She actually electrified it... "Mom...? I'm home."
"Hello sweetie!! Welcome home!!" a woman with the same flame red hair (except hers wasn't at all spiky --the way Niwa-kun's was naturally) as Niwa-kun ran up to the boy, and hugged him, not paying any attention to the mood the boy was in. "You did everything perfect today!! I'm so happy! You were wonderful!"
"Good going, Daisuke!!" an older man exclaimed. He sported the same unruly, spiky hair as Niwa-kun, but it was white because of age. "Today is your 14th birthday... and your final lesson! You've done well, Daisuke... we have nothing left to teach you." He noticed that the teen hadn't been paying attention, and he had started to go upstairs to his room. "Hey, Daisuke!! Come back here! I'm not finished."
"Sorry, Grandpa," Niwa-kun explained. "I'm just not in the mood right now...."
"You failed. Love letter." The older man replied. Niwa-kun hung his head with embarrassment.
"Hmmm...well, it looks like we have time for a few last touches."
"Yup. Daisuke is ready to inherit his birthright as a member of the Niwa family...."
Meanwhile, the TV that had been left on the news channel announced a breaking report, "This afternoon, at the Esivel Art museum in the Azumano district of Tokyo... a message was found attached to the Saint of Tears statue. Here is a look at the note that was found... Police are posting guards throughout the museum...."
Niwa-kun closed the door to his room and set his bag on the floor. A "Kyuuu" sound came from his bed followed by a rabbit-like creature. "Hey, Wiz," the boy greeted the white fur ball as he picked it up. "Sorry I couldn't take you to school today, but I had something important to do... but I'm all done with that. I sure don't need this anymore," he pulled out the note he had given to Harada-san earlier that day. He started to rip the letter up, but he found himself thinking about Harada-san. Her long, beautiful, red-brown hair... those gorgeous amber eyes.
What...? What's happening to me? Niwa-kun thought, as pictures of Harada-san flooded his mind. I feel... like I'm on fire! 'I love you Niwa-kun!' he tough that he heard her say.
::Who loves...?::
I love...
::Love who?!::
.... I love her.... He pictured Harada-san in his mind, then felt himself changing. This voice... it's coming from inside me. Is there another me... in my blood... in my DNA...?
In front of the Esviel Art Museum....
"Bwahahaha! He'll never get near the "Saint of Tears" statue! What an idiot, letting us know what he's up to! I'm not afraid of you, Phantom Thief Dark!" Inspector Saehara declared proudly. "The museum is full of guards and alarms and all the exits are covered!!"
"Inspector Saehara!" said one of the guards.
"What?"
"The commander is here!"
"You're just on time... commander!"
"The defences... they're not good enough," the commander pulled a note book from his shirt pocket.
Saehara-kun was sitting close by, camera in hand. "Ha! From here I'll get the perfect photo! It's the first appearance of the... famous phantom thief Dark, in 40 years!"
To be continued....
By Angelis Raye Kamura
Disclaimer...
I do NOT own D N Angel, or any part of it. It belongs to Yukiru Sugisaki. The beginning of this fanfiction is based off the manga and the anime --mostly the manga-- so, if you've read the manga, you will experience a sort of deja vu. But after I get board of just converting the manga to words, or find a good opportunity to, I will start to go off of the track the manga / anime was / is on. So the beginning is loyal to the series, but after awhile, it won't be. You've been warned. Shonen ai in the first chapter. Also after the note, then they might seem a little out of character (that's because I started watching Gravitation right before then, to get in the mood, so yeah....).
Prologue...
Throughout history, works of art have been stolen under mysterious circumstances... said by some to be the work of "phantom" thieves. Others dismiss it as a mere myth. But in this country, the stories are all too true. The name of this mysterious thief? "Dark". And his true identity? No one knows....
Chapter one: The Begining of the Coming Chaos....
"Niwa-kun... I know this must have been hard for you to write... but I have to return it to you...." Harada Risa said, as she handed the red haired boy by her the love letter he had given to her. "I'm sorry.... I just don't think of you that way, Niwa-kun." My first love letter... and it's "return to sender"... On my 14th birthday I, Niwa Daisuke... The boy thought as he took the letter back. ...Was totally shot down.
"But we can still be friends... right?"
"Um... sure," Niwa-kun nodded vaguely, as he started to walk to his class room which was located on the second floor of the Azuano Middle School building.
Inside classroom II-B
"What?" one of the girls by Harada-san exclaimed.
"Harada-chan, you turned Niwa-kun down?" questioned another. "But he's so cute...."
"He finally came out and asked you, huh...?"
"Well," Harada-san started, "He's just not my type, you know? He's just average... he won't help my social standing. If a guy wants to go out with me... he has to be totally hot!"
"There she goes again..." one of the girl's friends sighed.
"Harada-chan, you're so ruthless!" replied another.
Of course I am! she thought to her self, looking over her shoulder. I can never give in to that witch!! I won't let her beat me! She looked at her sister standing behind her and grimaced. My sworn enemy... my twin sister, Harada Riku!! She looked back at the paper and pencil in front of her, and picked up the pencil. Humph. Just because she's five minutes older, I have to call her big sis.... At least I'm the cute one!! So, what if
we're twins. Risa started to grasp the pencil harder as she went on in her head. But now, she's got an edge... five extra millimetres in the chest... I have to get ahead. And the only thing that's going to put me there is the perfect man!!
After school....
"Yo! Niwa-kun!" Saehara Takashi yelled at his friend, who was currently just gazing into space. "Earth to Niwa-kun!! He's always so spacey...."
"Hmm...." the other friend sat across from the red-haired boy, waving his hand in front of the young teen, trying to get his attention. "He's been out of it since lunch... his stupidity is up 50% from normal levels."
"All right, this is getting boring," the darker haired teen decided after a moment of silence. He grabbed his friend by the collar and put him in a head lock. "C'mon, Niwa-kun, snap out of it!! Tonight's the big night!! News is in the air! My reporter's nose can smell it!!"
"The big night?" questioned the blond friend.
"YES!" the young reporter exclaimed, as a poor, strangled Niwa-kun whimpered, "Saehara-kun... I can't breathe!"
"Something's happening tonight right at eleven! My dad tipped me off. I have to go get ready... so finish cleaning up for me, okay?" Saehara Takashi shoved the broom into the smaller boy. "Here, this is for you...."
"What?" a now frightened Niwa-kun implored.
"C'mon, I'll get you another photo of Harada-san!"
"Uh..." Niwa-kun groaned as his friend ran off. "Saehara-kun! Hey! Come back here! Why is he always doing that...?"
"Well, you're the one who keeps letting him."
In the hall way to the Art Room...
Normally, every day brings me bad luck. But my birthday only comes once a year.... Couldn't I have good luck just for that one day? Just once? I guess not. Niwa-kun slid the key card that supposedly went to the art room through the card reader, and it beep,
flashing: invalid card. "Huh? It's not opening... Oh no! Why... me?" he moaned as he realised that he brought the wrong card. He sniffled. "My life stinks! Why does this always happen?" It took everything I had to give Harada-san that letter.... I know I'm a huge klutz... and I'm not really that smart.... But I thought I could change my life....
At that moment, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned his head to face the person who was standing behind him. He turned and found that one of his fellow class mates was offering him a hanker chief. The blue-haired boy walked past Niwa-kun after he took the cloth, and tried to open the door. "What? Who? Hiwatari-kun?!" Niwa-kun stumbled over himself. "I'm sorry! I brought the wrong card, so the door's locked.... Here, let me
open it for you!"
"Open it...?" the taller boy questioned, but the smaller teen didn't hear him.
"Hmm... let's see... this lock is... so then..." he muttered to himself, but said to his class mate, "This is all I need to do...." The door beeped after the boy punched in codes into the machine lock, and unlocked the art room door. There!! "There you go!!" he said as he opened the door. He turned around to face Hiwatari-kun. "Oh! But Hiwatari-kun... what are you... doing here?"
"I'm on cleaning duty today," his ocean blue eyes now concentrating on what he was writing in the slim pocket book he just pulled out with a pen.
"Oh... I see. I didn't know...." Hiwatari Satoshi... even though we're in the same class, I've never really talked to him.... He's not a snob or anything, it's just so hard to talk to.
The taller teen readjusted his rimless glasses, then put away the pocket book, and turned to the smaller ruby-eyed teen next to him. "Hey..." he looked at the boy with a gaze that portrayed no visible emotion. "Niwa Daisuke, right?"
"What?"
"How'd you unlock the door...?"
"How'd I what?" Oh, no! A normal kid couldn't do that!! Mom always tells me not to do that stuff in public.... "Uh, well, I... it's the same kind... we have at home! So... I'm just, you know... used to it... um...." Niwa-kun was in a state of panic that was forcing him to make up a story that might --in some weird circumstance-- be true.
"Really? It's a pretty unusual lock. A DEBAC Z1GII... you have one at home?" Hiwatari-kun questioned the already panicked red-head.
"Ah, yeah. Um, ah...." What a mess! "Hey, there's the copy of Goddess Latin. Come to think of it, where are all the others that are supposed to be cleaning? 'Cause isn't this a lot of work for two people?"
"I told them not to come," Hiwatari-kun answered slyly.
"Why?" Niwa-kun asked.
"Are you available tonight... or something important?" Hiwatari-kun looked over at the younger boy.
"Uhhh..." Niwa-kun stopped what he was doing momentarily. "Well, tonight's my birthday, so.... "
"Oh, I can't help..."
"Um... why is it me?"
"Because I like paintings too...." Niwa-kun smiled with that response. "I want to talk with you about it."
Later that afternoon in front of the Niwa household....
"Ugh... what a day. Hello!" Niwa-kun sighed, opening the door to his house. "I'm ho--" he had stepped through the door, but when he realised that there was no floor, he was already falling. Niwa-kun quickly grabbed the ledge in front of the door way, kicked off the wall, then swung himself back onto the door way ground. "Hmmm. I can never just come home and walk in the door... like a normal kid. Better tuck this in," he said, as he
tucked his school shirt in to his pants. The teen crouched, and got ready to leap over the gap. He pushed off the jut, and vaulted across the fissure.
The rest of the lasers turned on as he stepped through the first one after he landed. Hmm... the first one's a dummy... the 2nd, 3rd... and the right hand lasers are dummies... so is this what you want? He thought as he was dodging all the lasers, but then he triggered one that sent mechanical dogs running after him. When he finally got to the door to the sitting room with a sign that was obviously done by his mother --it read 'Congrats! You've made it inside!' with a heart at the end-- he started to reach for the door, then he remembered something that he had been taught. He took off one of his shoes and used it to open the door. When the shoe touched the handle, the electricity that was coursing through the door was apparent as it electrified the shoe. When he got through the door, he thought, She actually electrified it... "Mom...? I'm home."
"Hello sweetie!! Welcome home!!" a woman with the same flame red hair (except hers wasn't at all spiky --the way Niwa-kun's was naturally) as Niwa-kun ran up to the boy, and hugged him, not paying any attention to the mood the boy was in. "You did everything perfect today!! I'm so happy! You were wonderful!"
"Good going, Daisuke!!" an older man exclaimed. He sported the same unruly, spiky hair as Niwa-kun, but it was white because of age. "Today is your 14th birthday... and your final lesson! You've done well, Daisuke... we have nothing left to teach you." He noticed that the teen hadn't been paying attention, and he had started to go upstairs to his room. "Hey, Daisuke!! Come back here! I'm not finished."
"Sorry, Grandpa," Niwa-kun explained. "I'm just not in the mood right now...."
"You failed. Love letter." The older man replied. Niwa-kun hung his head with embarrassment.
"Hmmm...well, it looks like we have time for a few last touches."
"Yup. Daisuke is ready to inherit his birthright as a member of the Niwa family...."
Meanwhile, the TV that had been left on the news channel announced a breaking report, "This afternoon, at the Esivel Art museum in the Azumano district of Tokyo... a message was found attached to the Saint of Tears statue. Here is a look at the note that was found... Police are posting guards throughout the museum...."
Niwa-kun closed the door to his room and set his bag on the floor. A "Kyuuu" sound came from his bed followed by a rabbit-like creature. "Hey, Wiz," the boy greeted the white fur ball as he picked it up. "Sorry I couldn't take you to school today, but I had something important to do... but I'm all done with that. I sure don't need this anymore," he pulled out the note he had given to Harada-san earlier that day. He started to rip the letter up, but he found himself thinking about Harada-san. Her long, beautiful, red-brown hair... those gorgeous amber eyes.
What...? What's happening to me? Niwa-kun thought, as pictures of Harada-san flooded his mind. I feel... like I'm on fire! 'I love you Niwa-kun!' he tough that he heard her say.
::Who loves...?::
I love...
::Love who?!::
.... I love her.... He pictured Harada-san in his mind, then felt himself changing. This voice... it's coming from inside me. Is there another me... in my blood... in my DNA...?
In front of the Esviel Art Museum....
"Bwahahaha! He'll never get near the "Saint of Tears" statue! What an idiot, letting us know what he's up to! I'm not afraid of you, Phantom Thief Dark!" Inspector Saehara declared proudly. "The museum is full of guards and alarms and all the exits are covered!!"
"Inspector Saehara!" said one of the guards.
"What?"
"The commander is here!"
"You're just on time... commander!"
"The defences... they're not good enough," the commander pulled a note book from his shirt pocket.
Saehara-kun was sitting close by, camera in hand. "Ha! From here I'll get the perfect photo! It's the first appearance of the... famous phantom thief Dark, in 40 years!"
To be continued....