This is my first posted DN Angel Fic, and likely the first one of my chapter fics that will actually be finished, since it actually already is finished on my computer. For now, it's fairly light, but later on it will get kind of violent. It's a Dark/OC Daisuke/OC fic, so sorry if you don't like that stuff. Also this early stuff is from like, three years ago, so sorry if it's not very good. Completely un-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine.
I do not own DN Angel. The only thing I own are some ocs and a very erstwhile muse.
Nathalia hopped down, landing on the damp, puddle-strewn street silently, glancing around. Suddenly, the sound of wings flapping reached her ears, and a single black feather landed on the ground in front of her. Nathalia bent and picked up the single feather, sniffing it curiously. He's back, she thought to herself, glancing up in time to see a winged figure land in the woods nearby. Nathalia ran into the woods, seeing Dark just as he turned a corner. Nathalia sighed, then ran to catch up with him. Finally, after about five minutes, Dark spun around angrily.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" he demanded, anger flashing in his violet eyes. Nathalia looked like she had been slapped.
"If you don't remember, then it doesn't matter," she said. She spun and ran away, Dark watching in confusion.
Kiri awoke to the beeping of her alarm and slapped the button, shutting the alarm off. She sat up and shook her head, trying to clear away the last lingering remnants of sleep. Sliding out of bed, she pulled on her school uniform and combed her shoulder-length hair out quickly. Kiri ran downstairs and grabbed a piece of toast.
"Bye mom!" she called as she left through the front door. There was no real reason for her to be hurrying, but it was her first day in a new school, the fifth one this year, and she wanted to arrive early so she could get acquainted with the layout of the building. Half-way to school, she literally ran into a boy with spiky red hair.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," she stammered, bowing slightly and avoiding making eye contact with the boy.
"Don't worry about it," the boy assured her, grinning.
"M-my name's Thudinia Kiri. My mom and I just moved in," Kiri told the boy, bowing again.
"I'm Niwa Daisuke. Come on, I can help you get to school," the boy offered, taking a few steps away. Kiri smiled faintly and followed Daisuke to school, where the teacher brought her up in front of class.
"Class, we have a new student. This is Thudinia Kiri. Her family just moved here from up north. Please show her a warm welcome," the teacher announced. Kiri bowed, a pained look on her face. As soon as the teacher released her, she took a desk at the very back of the classroom, looking like she wanted to disappear. After school, she left almost before anyone had even noticed, and as soon as she was home, she went into her room.
"I don't like school," she said, seemingly to herself.
"Most kids your age don't," Nathalia's voice responded. Kiri sighed and sat down on her bed, then pulled out a notebook.
"Yeah, but I don't like it 'cause I'm tired of trying to make friends in new schools just because…." Kiri retorted, trailing off.
"Because your mother makes us all move every time someone finds out about me?" Nathalia guessed. Kiri could imagine Nathalia's eyebrow raising.
"Yeah. Maybe this time'll be different," Kiri said hopefully, shrugging. She turned on her TV and listened idly to the news as she began to write something down.
"Maybe. Although it's going to be harder for us to make a name for ourselves when Dark has already started stealing," Nathalia commented, a tone of disappointment in her voice.
"Well, we'll just have to try our best," responded Kiri, nodding emphatically. She pulled a quill out of her bedside table and hunched over her notebook, taking care to write with perfect calligraphy. She held up the finished product to examine it.
"I think you're getting better," Nathalia remarked, a hint of pride in her voice.
"I'll ask mom if she can deliver this for us tomorrow," Kiri decided. She put the paper on her desk to dry overnight then got ready for bed.
"Is Dark doing anything tonight?"
"I don't think so. I didn't hear anything on the news or at school today."
"I'll have to wait to talk to him then. I'm not even sure I want to…."
"I'm sure Dark will remember you soon. But didn't you tell me that it's been over two hundred years since you last met?"
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. I just have to give him some time."
"G'night, Nathalia." With that, Kiri slipped into bed and fell almost instantly asleep. The next morning, she awoke to the same blaring alarm and put on her uniform. When she ran downstairs today, her mother, Thudinia Kyoko, was sitting at the table. Kiri handed her the paper Kiri had worked on the night before.
"Can you deliver this for me, mom?" Kiri asked, cocking her head to one side.
"Of course, Ri. Be careful tonight," her mother replied, grinning.
"Tell that to Nathalia," retorted Kiri as she ran out of the house. She made it to school a few minutes early and went to her desk, pulling out a hand drawn map. She began tracing a finger through the hallways on the map, then jumped as someone in the front of the room shouted.
"Dark's sent out another note! This will be my chance to make the front page!" a boy shouted, fist pumping. Kiri rolled her eyes, then went back to work, although not without noticing the strange look that Daisuke had on his face.
"Wait, tonight? But I just scheduled something for tonight!" Nathalia's voice complained.
"Well, when you're done with that, you can go find him," Kiri promised, smiling slightly.
"But what if he finishes as soon as I'm supposed to be starting?" demanded Nathalia, a slight whine in her voice. Kiri laughed.
"There will be other nights for you to be a stalker," she joked, still laughing. Her laughter, although quiet, attracted the attention of Daisuke. He walked over to her, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Is something funny?" he asked, a tone of genuine curiosity in his voice.
"I-I was just remembering something I heard last night," lied Kiri smoothly, smiling at Daisuke. Before Daisuke could reply, the teacher called for attention. When lunch finally came, Kiri found herself a private spot underneath a tree and pulled out her map and a pen.
"Where did you say the painting was?" Kiri inquired, cocking her head to one side.
"In the room at the top left of this map," replied Nathalia. Kiri put a small 'x' in that room and began examining the map critically. She pulled out a picture of the museum and placed her map over it, trying to figure out where the best places to enter the building were.
"If we go in this window and drop a smoke bomb here, we should be able to pull this off," remarked Kiri, pointing to the places she was talking about with her pen.
"Sounds good. Now, will we leave through the same window?" Kiri could hear the curious tone in Nathalia's voice and cocked her head.
"That'll be up to you. I never plan the escapes, remember. Too many things might happen to mess up that plan." Kiri shrugged. She heard someone approaching and hurriedly shoved the map and picture back into her bag, then looked up to see a girl walking towards her.
"I'm Harada Risa. Would you like to come eat with us?" the girl offered, waving a hand towards where a group of girls was all eating together.
"N-no thank you, Harada-san. I have somewhere I need to be," Kiri replied, taken aback slightly at the offer. She stood, bowed to Risa, and walked away, back into the school building. After school that day, she walked home silently, looking up once to realize that she was just behind Daisuke. Kiri sighed quietly. She was in a hurry, and she wasn't sure what Daisuke would do if he noticed her.
"Don't sigh like that. It makes sense that he walks home the same way you do. After all, you live down the street from him," Nathalia chided, a hint of laughter in her voice.
"Nathalia, be quiet. And don't laugh at me," exclaimed Kiri, though she blushed slightly.
"You should try to make some friends here. Maybe your mother won't make us move, and we'll be able to stay here."
"You're just hoping she won't make us move so you can stay in the same town as him."
"Well, it only took five moves to convince your mother to let us move here!" Nathalia sounded almost defensive, and now it was Kiri's turn to laugh. Kiri arrived home about half an hour later.
"Mom, I'm home!" she called, dumping her bag by the front door.
"Welcome home, Ri," Kiri's mother called, running into the room from the basement. Kiri smiled at her mom's somewhat disheveled appearance, but said nothing as she went to go into her room. Once she was through her door, she began to get dressed, pulling on a black tank top and black pants.
"Time to transform," Nathalia said as Kiri looked at herself in the mirror.
"What are you talking about? We still have three hours," Kiri retorted, sitting down on her bed and turning on the TV. A reporter was on, standing in front of the museum and surrounded by the police and other reporters.
"Another note from Dark has been found, threatening to steal the "Turbulent Waters" painting that was just put on display yesterday," the woman reported.
"What? Why does he have to steal that painting?" Nathalia demanded, the anger clear in her voice.
"Isn't that the one we decided to steal?" asked Kiri, cocking her head.
"Unfortunately. What are we going to do now?" With every word that Nathalia said, anger, as well as sadness, crept more and more into her voice. Kiri shrugged and turned back to the TV.
"The police have also received a note from an unknown calling themselves 'Nats'. This new thief is threatening to steal the same painting at the same time," the reporter was saying.
"At least they took us seriously enough to report our note," remarked Kiri, raising an eyebrow. She flipped off the TV and pulled her notebook off her table.
"What are you up to now?" Nathalia inquired curiously.
"I don't know. I gotta pass the time somehow," answered Kiri, shrugging. Nathalia chuckled.
"You could always let me take over. I could go spy on that Niwa kid. He seems somehow….off," she suggested.
"So do I, doesn't mean people should spy on me," argued Kiri, standing and walking over to her bookshelf. She pulled a book off the shelf and began reading.