Disclaimer: Just so you know, I don't own D.N. Angel. Be happy about that fact.

WARNINGS: I'm a wacky person that uses too much imagination. Sometimes I get hyper and dramatic, and this is what happens. I accept flames only because they allow me free reign to flame you back. It's my greatest wish that many readers enjoy this. Be mindful for LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, and possible SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Connect Us With A Rainbow

Chapter 1: Flaming Moth, Not Flaming Fairy

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Krad, the beautiful legacy of the Hikaris, will be mine, if only for a night. For once I choose a target, none get by me.

What a glorious angel; even fallen he has pure white wings. He remains flawless in movement, as well as composure, though he is forced to live out his immortal centuries trapped in a disgusting human body.

How did his perfection survive that fateful night of birth?

And what will it take to call him out to me?

I, the moth that flames in the night, must know!

A good idea might be to dress like one Dark Mousy. But, then again, that could get me killed before I even turn, pounce, crawl up his decorative white robes, and stun him speechless with a kiss. Perhaps a better idea would simply be to appear at his host's school, with my short tufts of hair dyed periwinkle and some large glasses resting on the bridge of my nose.

Then again...I might get killed for mocking the little brat. Not by said brat, but by the furious and possessive angel within.

I sigh, crossing my legs together as they hang over the edge of one of Azumano's tallest buildings. I've never made a very good stalker. And I've never made a very good matchmaker, even when it came to the choices between myself and someone else. Being different in my many aspects has made me more dependent on myself than others, but, frankly, it hasn't made my life very easy.

"My own fault, I suppose." I lay back, resting with my arms behind my head and look up at the many constellations of the clear night. They twinkle merrily, winking as if they know some distant secret. I wish I knew what. Even being an ethereal being doesn't mean I know all the answers.

Breathing in deep, I smell the moisture weaving thicker into the air. It will be raining in pelting sheets within a few hours time. Just the thought sends a sweep of fear tingling through me. I don't want to be flying then; the thin membranes and powdery scales of my wings would not be able to take it. Though looking at me now, you couldn't tell that I have them. I look like any completely normal seventeen year old...one that's alone, strangely dressed, and that somehow made it onto the roof of a building that has no obvious way up.

I sigh dishearteningly again while reaching into my bright red silk shirt's pocket, finding me some Skittles. I pop a yellow and green into my mouth and return my hand behind my head. Coming to the human world always gets me bugged out, no pun for myself intended, but the sweet candies almost make it worth it. I just wish I could find my place in the universe.

But the stars won't share their secrets, the aliens on other planets try to tack me up in huge trophy displays ('look at the pretty butterfly wings!' I'm a MOTH, thanks!), and here...people just plain hate me. My attitude stands out too much and I guess that makes them angry.

"Or maybe I'm just better than them and they don't want to admit that!" I sniff haughtily, turning my head into the crook of my elbow and closing my eyes.

"No," I correct myself, "I need to stop letting my ego get me."

It's hard not to, though. Opening my eyes, I can feel them watering slightly. It's pathetic.

Why did people have to bash me for being gay back when I was nice and in Elementary school? If that hadn't happened maybe I'd be different, still, but in a good way.

"Meh. No sense letting the past get to me; I have a whole future ahead. One filled with romance and adventure... As soon as I find the right guy..."

I stand to perch on the edge of the old brick building, looking straight out at the barely lit town before down at myself.

What would someone notice first when they look at me? Besides my horrible fashion sense. (But my many belts and black parachute pants do catch the eye.) Would they see someone tall, with great abs and a somewhat cocky smile? Or would my neon green hair stick out like a sore thumb?

"Not if I have my wings out." I grin, pulling in air, pushing it inside and through my wings to inflate them. They rise like twin spiral cones behind me, finally unfurling once they reach their full height of seven feet. Soon, the beauties are stretched and ready, dusted with glittering white as they reflect neon green in the strong moonlight. If the light catches just right, I can wink back at the stars above.

Or use Morse Code to tell 'em thanks for nothing and that they can keep their secrets and shit.

I grin wickedly. "Time to make a web for my prey. Or...should I just use the direct approach?"

I still haven't decided by the time something huge with black, feathery wings chooses to knock into me. It pelts me right in the middle of my back, and with an absurd holler from me and a grunt from what ever the hell it is, we both fall. One instant the ground is forty feet away. One blink later and it is considerably less.

I flap my delicate wings, but limbs tangle around me, drastically restricting my movements. Black feathers and peach skin that's not mine fill my vision. I turn my head to my side, and for the first time see the face of what has me.

It is Dark Mousy, dazed and only just starting to panic as the air screams in our faces.

"It's you–MURFF!" I'm cut off by an empty Styrofoam cup jamming its way into my mouth. Trash goes spouting above us like a fountain as the stinky dumpster rings like a dull gong. I go blind, fearing I have sliced pickles covering both my eyes.

The trash doesn't even settle before a wave of it gets pushed over into the alley, us included with it.

"Disgusting!" I rage, quickly standing, knocking something stringy out of my hair and plucking my now wet shirt free of my chest and shaking it. It smells horrible. To my left Dark stays on his hands and knees, coughing. Serves him right for doing this to me, but I feel sorry for him as a few black olives shoot out of his mouth and go bouncing down the pavement. At least, they might have been olives. I'm not sure.

"What's the big idea?" I waste no time barking at him as he slowly gets his feet under him. I notice his wings are gone. Briefly, I wonder what he's done with them. He can't have folded them from sight; feathers and bones aren't as flexible as mine. He grabs his head as if it hurts and winces before opening eyes the most bewitching purple I've ever seen. He looks at me, and the earlier urge to knock him flat dissipates.

I'm such a sucker for pretty things, especially when they glow. And Dark's eyes must be battery powered.

His forehead wrinkles. Did some outward sign show my sudden change of feelings toward him? I force a scowl to my face and flip him a one fingered salute before going back to dusting myself off. His eyes about bug out of his head.

"What's your problem, anyway?" I growl, pulling some matted fur ball off my hip. Dark doesn't answer, and I glance to him. His eyes are still bugging out. If he doesn't watch it, I'm going to get so attracted to them that I'm going to be fluttering around them all night.

Oh...that's what he's staring at. My wings. Which are a complete mess. They look as if they're covered in vomit. What the hell did I land in? Dark finally speaks–

"I must have gotten blasted out of the sky harder than I thought," he mumbles, still looking at me strangely.

"Nah. Wat'cha see is wat'cha get." I wink at him, trying to let the rest of my riled temper go. Dark shakes his head, and looks as if he instantly regrets it.

"I wasn't aware that it was Halloween," he says. "What are you suppose to be, a fairy?"

My face immediately falls, and my fists ball. Twilight purple glance toward them resting at my sides. I can't tell if he's worried about them are not. Either way, he's about to get a taste of my dirty, slim-coated knuckles. I won't take being called a 'fairy'. Or a flaming fairy for that matter. Not ever again.

"You punk!" I yell, shaking in fury.

"I guessed wrong?" Dark laughs lightly. "Hey, my bad."

It feels as if a vat of nitrocellulose has been dumped into my veins. My wings kick up a dust storm of sand and pebbles as I pick up into the air and launch myself at the infamous thief. Surprised isn't the word to use for Dark. His back crashes into the wall of the building and I hear him lose about half his breath. He doubles over, but it's not enough to settle me down. I grab the back of his hair and force him back up and flat against the bricks, pinning him with my body.

"Didn't expect them to be real, did you? Now this 'fairy' you've made fun of is about to cut out a nice-size piece of your ass."

Dark opens his eyes and throws me a look. It isn't a dirty look, and it isn't a calm look, but somewhere in between the two. Whatever it is, it freezes me on the inside. A fist I didn't know I allowed loose plows me in the gut. I wheeze, falling back a few steps, my arms wrapping to protect my abused abdomen. Dark advances on me, drawing a feather. It resonates a purple the same color as his eyes and he asks me, "Who created you."

"What?" I gasp, trying to get over the shock of the unexpected pain and catch my breath.

"Which Hikari created you?" his asks furiously. It invokes my anger all over again, and I can feel it wanting an outlet. I launch for him with a fist this time. He holds the feather like a shield between us, and I'm surprised as I crack everyone of my knuckles against it. It's like hitting unyielding steel.

Baring my teeth, I tell him, "I didn't come from watercolors or radiation, but a simple wish of evolution."

While he's perplexed, I take back my throbbing fist and aim low with my other. The feather that stopped me before is thrown into my shoulder and I'm propelled backwards into the opposite building's wall, but I'm still standing on my two feet.

"The fuck is with your feathers?" I holler.

"I want to know where you came from and how it is that you know so much about me," Dark says, looking threatening as he walks over to me. I chuckle, removing the feather from my skin and clothes.

"So you admit that you came from watercolors?"

His face lets me know that I've just insulted him.

"What? No, I–"

In his distraction, I give a sudden running burst into his side, and hammer him to the bricks again. This time, I sink a knee into his stomach and hear a satisfying whoosh whistle past my ear. I'm tired of talking. I'm ready to see blood. I lift, throwing my forehead into his. I can almost see the stars in his vision as his head resounds off the sturdy wall.

I'm debating on whether to let him slip down and continue beating him with my feet when something white and fluffy lands on the back of my shoulder and bites my ear. I yodel out a swear word and sling myself around like a mad bull, twisting in circles until the things finally gets slung somewhere. Probably into the dumpster if the noise is anything to go by.

I turn one final time to face back toward Dark, finding myself dizzier than a drunk. I plow into something sturdy and white and fall.

"Damn it!" I look up, and stop breathing at the polished gold looking down.

Krad.

I want to melt. And I probably will, because I'm not sure if I see anger or not in his eyes. Is he mad that I interfered in his and Dark's ceaseless battle? What a way to get off to a bad start. Then again, I probably never had a chance with him anyway. But a guy can dream, can't he? Especially one as hopeless as me.

"I'm Soraga, and I'll just be going now," I say, surprisingly firm.

With my crush in front of me, my anger drips away. And with my will to fight gone, all that is left is the fear that I'm about to be killed by the one where my affection lays. Which is really strange to fear the one you love, but I didn't make the rules.

One of Shania Twain's lyrics comes to me: Stupid Cupid, quit picking on me!

I rise unsteadily to my feet, uncertain of whether or not my lungs are about to be swirling with smoke as my head's blown clean off my body.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, I think with a weak inward chuckle.

"Bye!" I give an awkward smile and wave before shooting straight up into the sky, my broad wings nearly silent. Will he let me go? All I know is that I can feel the heavy press of his cold eyes still watching me.

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