Disclaimer- Not in ownership of D.N. Angel in anyway, especially seeing as it's been discontinued

A 'Sighting' of Sorts

It was a typical summer night. The type of night in Australia where you would sprawl on your bed with lemonade and air-conditioning turned up too high for economy's comfort or swim in the ice cold surf with no one but the moon for company. But this night was not Australian nor was it exactly typical. For tonight, a small town on the coast of Japan would stay up in worry and excitement. Tonight, teenage girls would chatter excitedly on the phone, parents would anxiously watch the television, placing faith in the town's police force, a crowd would gather at the central art's museum. Tonight, Phantom Thief Dark would steal the Crimson Tear.

"Ouch!" Ella Gibson exclaimed indignantly as a particularly nasty splinter dug its way into her palm. Scrambling onto the tree branch above her, she unclipped a torch from her belt and flicked it on. Wincing at the bloody mess, she placed the torch between her teeth and rummaged through her backpack.

"Aha!" she exclaimed around the torch as she pulled out a pair of gleaming metal tweezers.

She gasped as she eased the piece of wood out of her skin, and then cackled manically as she held it up in the torch light.

"Victory is mine!" she chuckled as she flicked the offending piece of wood away from her and stowed the tweezers away in her bag.

"Next time I really must wear gloves" she said companionably to herself. Leaning against the trunk and resting her video camera across her lap, Ella cracked open a can of Pepsi and got ready to wait.

A while later, Ella checked her watch for the 53rd time and sighed

"Heaven forbid if the mighty and all powerful Phantom Thief Dark arrives 10 seconds early" she muttered crabbily as she wriggled uncomfortably against the tree's rough bark. "Why is everyone in Japan so damned punctual anyway?" Just as Ella draw in more breath to continue her rant, a collective murmur started up from the crowd surrounding the building and a few girls screamed. "Took your sweet bloody time" Ella snatched up her video camera and began to record the silent shadow that swept through the window adjacent to her tree, leaving a rush of black feather's fluttering in its wake.

Daisuke grimaced as he flew through the window, missing the nice quiet corners of Dark's mind.

'Did I just think that?!" He shouted mentally, rubbing his head in confusion.

Wow Daisuke, I didn't know you liked me that much called a taunting voice from the deep recess's of his brain.

'Shut up Dark' Daisuke responded, his only answer an echoing chuckle. Minutes later, Daisuke sighed in relief as the glass box opened and he withdraw the delicate ruby bracelet from its velvet cushion.

'Wow Dark, it says here that a Hikari made this for his nine year old daughter, who died the next day. That's so sad!' Daisuke exclaimed holding the bracelet up so that it sparkled in the moonlight.

Yeah Yeah whatever kid Dark yawned loudly just put it in the bag so we can get outta here. Tonight was so boring! Frowning slightly, Daisuke stowed the piece of jewellery into his bag and turned to face the window. Seeing something winking slightly in the gloom outside, Daisuke squinted, then his red eyes widened as he realized what he was seeing. "There's a girl in the tree!' He thought frantically 'and she's got a camera!' panicking, Daisuke swept out the window and into the sky leaving the trademark black feathers in his wake.

"What?" Ella's eyes snapped open as the feathers rained on her face. She lifted her back from the trunk of the tree and stretched, feeling her bones crack and pop into place. 'Ouch' she thought, turning her camera off. 'I'll check the film tomorrow. Who knows I, might have something interesting to show the people back home for once.' Ella leapt quietly from the tree, landing silently on the ground before slipping off into the night.

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AN/ Yes, I'm an Aussie. If you've read Mathew Reilly you'd know that we're the most powerful nation on the planet, it's just that no-one else has clued in. Reviews, as always, are welcome.