Disclaimer: D. N. Angel is copyright Yukiru Sugisaki and all related enterprises. While I do not hold any legal rights over the series and characters, the situations that I portray the characters in, however, belong solely to me. This piece was created for entertainment purposes only; no copyright infringement was intended.
Warnings: S. H. O. U. N. E. N. - A. I.
Notes: Er, yeah. _ I have no excuses this time. Also! The title is not meant sarcastically. Really. I love Dai-chan, damn it.
Without further ado, enjoy.
The Thinker
a D. N. Angel piece by rara avis
[r_avis@hotmail.com]
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Distantly does the thief hear the pattering of feet levels above as he does his heist in the hell below. When finished, he leaves of his familiar's makeshift wings, escapes all inklings of life. Both fight and flight were long and perilous, but in the end he made it, trampled and fisted down all offending officers under (the name) Hiwatari.
And then his host watches as they fly home for the night, distantly aware that even as they are safe, the phantom thief evades the light.
Or the light simply cannot reach him.
Dark.
He has never loved him more.
- owari -
This WAS supposed to be SATOSHI and Daisuke, but SOMEONE was being uncooperative so DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK, DAMN IT.
No, really, I'm sane. Just a few nuts loose is all. XD