Disclaimer: I don't know how to draw… So go ahead and guess whether or not I own DN Angel.

An assassin must honor his employer above all. An assassin must never forsake his promises of murder. Most of all, an assassin must not have feelings for one of his potential victims.

The contractor, Kei Hiwatari, felt his lips curve upward upon reading the file of Dark Mousy. Dark Mousy was also known as The Phantom Thief, the one who stole lives. The best assassin money can buy; he was swift and precise, never missing his target. He could kill under any circumstances. Dark Mousy was not cheap, and most of all, Dark Mousy was difficult to reach. You'd have to go through numerous messengers before you could actually meet the man himself. But Kei was determined to get rid of his business rival. The very thought of the blond billionaire made Kei angry. Imagine. Years of work, years of dominating the industry, and then this…this teen waltzes in and puts his company on top! Kei had been reduced to number two, to the first loser. No matter what the cost, he will have Krad Hikari killed. The boy had his fun; it was time for him to realize that the business world wasn't a game.

He looked at the picture of him, the mayor, the mayor's family and the blond. Kei was just on the side, barely in the picture at all. Krad though…Krad was beside the mayor's wife! He glared; fury and jealousy making him loathe the teen with all his heart. Truth be told, Krad wasn't somebody easily hated. He was charming, tactful, somewhat sly, intelligent and handsome. No, it wasn't easy. But Krad stole his spot in the business world. Yes…That's right. By the end of the year, Krad Hikari would be no more than a mere memory…

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Dark sighed. He had a new target. Staring at the gorgeous blonde's picture, he noticed something peculiar. The golden eyes were a first. Never before had he encountered another person with golden eyes. But who was he to talk? He had purple eyes. He frowned to himself. Did he really need any more money? Of course, money means a lot. But he would love to retire someday. Yes, retire to somewhere rural, where the city life would no longer hound him. He checked his "hotel's" profits. This hotel's purpose wasn't to earn him money, no. It was for him to be able to simply pass off his large amounts of excess money that he so extravagantly spent at times. It was also a rendezvous for his various clients. They would speak to him, believing that he was truly a mere manager. He'd scope them out then. Which ones were trustworthy? Which ones would try to do him in? After picking out the trustworthy ones, he'd cut ties with the more treacherous employers. Then he'd speak to those he deemed well enough and see who they had for him. Well enough, he snorted to himself. Those men were all cowards, afraid to pull the trigger themselves.

He eased into his couch and looked around his condominium unit. Yes, yes, beautiful and modern. Looking at the city below him…All those people running around made him smile. To think, he could kill one of them and nobody would point a finger at him. But ever since that new kid Satoshi Hikari took over the investigation, things were getting a bit more complicated. They nearly caught him the last time!

He scowled. Satoshi Hikari had all the best gadgets money could buy. He was, after all, the pampered younger brother of Krad Hikari, the business mogul. Krad Hikari, his next victim. He wondered what Satoshi's face would look like after he sees his brother sprawled on the ground, a bullet in his temples. He almost laughed. Almost being the keyword. A clumsy redhead burst into his condominium suddenly. The redhead tripped, and Dark broke into a laugh.

"Still a klutz, eh Daisuke?" Dark winked.

"Uh…Yeah." Daisuke scratched his head, embarrassed. His face was a pretty scarlet color now, and his red eyes were looking down in shame. "B-but I came here for a reason!" Daisuke blurted out.

"A reason?" Dark's eyebrow was raised.

"Mom wants you to go eat dinner at our house tonight. It's her birthday. She says it must be lonely for you to live alone here."

Dark smiled at the boy's innocence. Nobody knew about his other job. Would the Niwas truly invite him over for dinner, if they knew he was the top assassin the entire country was keeping an eye out for?

"Why would she care that I feel lonely?" Dark asked out loud.

"Well, Dark-kun, mom has been working for you a long time. You've begun to seem like a son to her." Daisuke began carefully.

Dark laughed. The Niwa family were the only ones who had grown close to his cold heart. If ever they were to turn out to one day be victims, he'd kill his contractor before even promising to get the job done. He would protect the Niwas no matter what. They were the closest thing to friends he had.

"All right, I'll hurry up and meet you guys. Is it a party?" Dark asked, eyes gleaming mischievously.

"Maybe. I'm not sure." Daisuke replied. "I do know that we have another guest coming though."

"Hmm…Okay. See you later, then."

"Yeah, bye."

Dark took a short nap, about an hour long on his soft white bed. His black blanket was thrown off the bed when his alarm clock rang. He got up somewhat reluctantly. He had to buy a gift for Emiko, since he had totally forgot that it was her birthday today. Yes…perhaps a new bracelet? She seemed to adore jewelry. Whistling to himself, he changed into a button up shirt and slacks before leaving.

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Daisuke let him in, and Dark grinned sheepishly. "Sorry for being late."

"It's okay. Better late than never."

Everyone went to the dinner table, Emiko and Daisuke's grandfather as well as the two of them. Dark noticed three seats were empty. One was Daisuke's, another would be his and…there was a mystery guest coming over. Maybe Daisuke's father, who was a salesman, would come home for his wife's birthday. Dark shrugged it off and handed over the small box to Emiko.

"Happy Birthday." Dark said, sitting down. Emiko, already seated, squealed with delight when she opened the gift.

"You shouldn't have!"

Dark smirked. The only people who could actually make him smile were around him tonight. Tomorrow, he would have to scope out the building where his victim's office was located. Tonight, he'll play the family friend. Tomorrow, he'll once more be the assassin.

"Where is that man?" Emiko asked impatiently.

"He's probably busy, Emiko." Her father rebuked gently. "He'll come by though, he's a good kid." Daiki turned to Dark. "My friend's son is coming over. His father, my friend…died while he was younger, and I had been something of a second father to him. Too bad his younger brother can't make it."

Emiko shook her head. "Those two are married to their work."

The doorbell rang, and Daisuke ran to it. "Ah, good evening! Mom and grandpa were just wondering where you were. They even thought you couldn't make it."

"I missed you too, Daisuke." A silky, honeyed voice snickered. Then, the voice turned light and casual. "Tell her I wouldn't miss it for the world. It's the only day of the year she can't tell me I grew older, as she's growing older."

"Come in."

Dark heard shuffling, and he swore he paled when he saw who the guest was. His soon-to-be victim stood there behind Daisuke. The taller boy was good-looking yes, and he held out a box to Emiko. Emiko accepted it, put it aside for a while and waggled her finger. Dark prayed that perhaps it just wasn't Krad, that it was just a look-alike. He didn't want to hurt anybody close to the Niwas, as this would hurt them indirectly. His hopes were dashed when Emiko greeted the tall blond.

"I heard what you said, Krad-chan. It wasn't very nice."

Krad…Krad Hikari. The one and only, with a unique name and eyes to match the name. This could complicate things.