Disclaimer: "Fan fiction" speaks for itself. I'm not Yukiru Sugisaki, nor do I make any money by writing this. I just gain practice by using the characters. To repay her, I hope my love shows through in my creativity.

Bonded By Fangs

A D.N. Angel Fan Fiction by Fireflower19

Beta-reader: Sno-Oki

)*(Chapter 1: A New Beginning?)*(

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Daisuke didn't know what his problem was. He felt so negative, even when out on his balcony overlooking the peace-filled town. It was like a weighted shroud over him, and impossible to take off. He took a deep breath in the fading light of twilight. Nothing was unusual. Seriously, it was wrong to feel this way, especially after having such a good day when the sun had been up. Perhaps Hiwatari's continual absence was to blame? That first day since his disappearance a storm had been brewing. Was it about to hit? With a shake of his head, Daisuke Niwa threw away his horrible dread, or tried to. Maybe he wasn't the most positive boy of all time, but surely he wasn't the most morbid one either.

"Dai! Dinner!" his mother called up the stairs cheerily. Daisuke twisted around to face into his room. "Coming!" he shouted back. He looked once more to the wispy clouds that held the last glow of the day's sunlight. What a beautiful and mysterious red-orange they were. He genuinely smiled, all but the last dregs of heaviness lifting from his heart.

At dinner everyone talked merrily and help themselves to seconds of all of Emiko's good food. As Daisuke had talked to his mother about the latest in music, the embroidery of the new tablecloth caught his attention, reminding him of Riku and her efforts on his dress during his role as Freedurt. He really hoped she, The Second Hand of Time, and Elliot were happily at rest together. His heart gave a pang at that thought of them. He hoped the play had been a good last farewell tribute to them.

There was no stealing to do this night, so Daisuke wanted to turn in early; much to the dismay of Dark who wanted to stay up and watch movies. Dark finally stopped ranting at the redhead when Daisuke pulled the covers of his bed over him and told him, "Goodnight!" in a very final and curt fashion.

"We watched movies last night and went thieving the night before that. I'm tired now," he explained. The phantom thief couldn't argue with this, but he still pouted.

'Goodnight, then,' he finally consented. Daisuke's relieved smile was a contagious one as Dark used just a tiny amount of magic to project himself beside his Tamer. It was times like these that he was glad of this ability. He wasn't ready to shut the world out just yet and fall to sleep. Instead, he watched as Daisuke slowly drifted away and his smile relaxed from his face. It was kinda lonely and sad in a way, but Dark was used to being a night owl and the consequences that came with being one.

A shadow passing across the balcony window startled him into twisting on the heels of his feet fast. Dark furrowed his brows with a tilt of his head. He wasn't sensing anything out there. In fact, it was like nothing at all existed in the area past the glass. Silently, he decided to walk the length of the room to glance out of the huge window.

'A dead-zone?' he asked to himself and brushed the thin curtains aside; which is hard to do when you're nothing but astral energy. He had to admit, if this emptiness was indeed a dead-zone, then he was frightened. Only powerful creatures up to no good could, or would want to hide their aura. But, he couldn't be sure of it. He'd never had many encounters with other supernatural beings, besides artworks. Which, when awoken, tried with all their might to increase what they had. Suddenly, he could sense life passed the glass again. Whatever it was had moved. He slung around with wide eyes to check on Daisuke. The redhead was fast asleep in bed, nothing bothering him.

Dark shook himself. Maybe he was just imagining things? A small wave of magic came from another part of town. Light purple irises glided back to the window.

'Something has pissed Krad off. Creepy Boy must be back in town again. Dai will be happy in the morning.'

Deep purple locks swayed as Dark stretched and yawned in front of the moon's light. Thanks to it, he was almost completely transparent. It was kinda neat, but severely lacking in the physical sensory department. He made his way to where Daisuke slept. He still felt uneasy. If being sneaky had taught him one thing, it was to definitely never let your guard down, especially once you've already suspected something going on around you.

Dark crossed his legs, sitting in the space before the end of the bed and Daisuke's head. He looked his Tamer over. It was a habit formed from making sure the kid was alright after every heist. It could get pretty rough out there at times. He glanced to the balcony once more, then curled up by Daisuke's chest and closed his eyes. It was a few hours before he let his alert senses drop enough for sleep. Though all through the night he was constantly ready for if anything did show up.

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In another part of town inside an apartment complex, the shadow had already chosen its victim. Satoshi thrashed in his thick covers and sheets, sweating and burning, unsure of what was going on. Molten fire ran down his neck, suffocating him, but he must still be half-asleep. His limbs felt weighed down as if they were made of lead.

He gave a hoarse gasp and managed to sit up from the heavy covers tangling around him. This couldn't be a dream. He could now tell Krad was infuriated. About what he didn't know. He stumbled out of bed, extremely dizzy and extremely confused. No way could his low blood pressure be this bad! He fell to his knees, weakness coursing him. His chest clenched tightly. He shuddered and goosebumps formed on the skin of his arms left bare by his t-shirt. But, in all honesty, he felt like he was in front of a blasting furnace. What was wrong with him? What was going on?

He paled as a red droplet splashed to the carpet. He watched, stunned, as the fibers soaked it up like a sponge. Shaking badly, and with a foreign numbness overtaking him, Satoshi pressed three fingers to his neck. He touched on something squishy and warm. It didn't feel like skin at all. He wanted to throw up, but was incredibly scared to with the damage he felt. He was even scared to swallow now. Pulling his fingers away, they came back coated in sticky blood, colored a deep black in the low lighting. His mouth went sawdust dry. His throat was practically ripped out! And yet the crazy logical side of his brain that refused to ever turn off told him he should be gushing blood, not merely dripping it.

Air pasted from his throat. Air that was suppose to have been a some sort of noise! By gosh, his throat really was gone! Tears threatened to spill from his blue eyes. If he was going to die, then couldn't it have been less gruesome? Freaked out and in shock as he was, he searched his small, plain room for the perpetrator of all this. There! In the shadows! Something stood watching with eyes shining darker than the darkness surrounding them. Satoshi could feel its smile from where he sat, trembling.

"Easy," the thing mocked in an almost sweet voice. "You are still in need of one more transfusion." The voice was male and very alluring, yet sent the oddest coldness down one's spine. The thing moved and Satoshi jumped so hard from fear that he fell over to his side. He moved in small jerks, trying to get back up, even though he knew he'd be unable to get far in his condition. His body felt so heavy, yet his head felt like it might float away. That didn't help with the idea of his neck being torn open. Wait...why wasn't he dead from lack of oxygen already? Nothing made any sense. Could this all simply be a nightmare? He had seen some bad curses in his time away from Azumano. Could all this be an imaginary spawn from having studied them so intensely?

"Here, my newborn. You are going to be of such use to me." Suddenly, a tall, strikingly beautiful man, no older than his late twenties, picked the twitching blue-haired boy up in his arms. His long ebony hair flowed in pure straight silk to the floor, passed the black leather cloak that stopped at his ankles. Satoshi stared at the ghostly white features of the man's face. His strong set jaw, the high cheek bones, the straight nose and broad forehead. And eyes. Completely black eyes. No white in them at all.

They glistened.

He memorized every detail quickly. For he had the feeling the man was about to leave and he'd never have the chance to do so again. He wanted to be able to track down this bastard...if he survived. The man bent his head down and Satoshi jumped, pathetically weak. The man slithered his tongue into the inner working of the blunette's throat, prodding and tasting. The boy jumped, wheezing out no more than a rattled breath. It hurt! With a crushing ache it hurt! And even so, he knew it should be hurting worse than it was. Was he losing feeling? Was the wound that bad?

"Here." The man lifted up and looked directly at Satoshi, whose eyes were beginning to cloud over from all the pain. Twin pools of blackness engulfed him. An intrusive buzzing started humming at the edges of his mind. Instinctively he slammed his familiar mental barriers into place. He had enough experience with Krad to know when someone was trying to control him. The man laughed softly.

"Already fighting back with our gifts. You are strong, but still just a newborn."

The man dived into Satoshi's mind ruthlessly, shattering the shielding barriers with ease. It happened so quickly, Satoshi wasn't even aware of it. All that became was infinite blackness. It held him so tight, he wasn't even sure of his existence anymore. All there was, was the impression of this man's strength, his evil spirit washing into him.

The man loved the thought process of his new one. The boy thought he was so cold, that he was a hardened soul. In some ways he was, but he was still much too soft. But, his mind was so calculating, even in his most panicky moments. It was too much! He'd found the perfect mortal to turn in order to distract that bounty hunting witch that was after him. This little one would grow quickly and soon he would be able to slip right under her radar.

He bit his wrist for the third time that night and ordered the boy to open his mouth. Satoshi did, hovering between the willingness of one asleep and the barest of resistance of one semi-conscious. A proud fighter he was. The man smiled. It was a shame the ones with the strong wills almost never converted to having a master. He let his rich blood fill the cavern of Satoshi's mouth. What a lucky pup this was to have him for a Sire. Course, that would also prove to be his downfall as his signature would begin radiating out from the boy within the next few hours.

As the man let the blood replenish what he'd taken, he searched through the boy's thoughts. He found many closely guarded and personal secrets. And just as he was nearly finished giving, he stumbled upon the knowledge of the Hikari.

"The ability to draw life?" He, one of the strongest of all vampires, was actually jealous of this mortal's power. He wanted to know more about this before he took off forever. He dove farther. It was like bathing in tar. Mental movement was near impossible for him now. What else was this kid hiding? The answer came raging to him with golden fury. Before he could back away from the hidden beast, the demonic angel fisted a nasty blow directly to the middle of his forehead. With a cry he was knocked out of the boy in his arms, and a nasty red mark appeared on his forehead. He was going to have one good knot up there soon. Stumbling, he caught himself on the bed and sat, looking at the unmoving boy somehow still held in his grip. He shifted him to his lap.

"What a strange one you are. I might be back for you if you live." He wasn't sure he'd given back enough, but he no longer had any more time to spare. The witch was too near and the blow to his head had rattled him more than he liked. It was time for him to take his leave. Too bad. It was rare that he found a person that could puzzle him. Though even if the boy did survive, the bounty hunter probably wasn't going to let him stay alive. She had a thing against vampires. Strange, considering she was one. Or maybe that's exactly why she hated them so much. Most were nothing but mindless, insatiable bloodsuckers.

With little more than a thought, the stranger was gone. Leaving behind no trace of his entry or exit, except for a shallow breathing and blood-stained Satoshi, who only knew he didn't like the taste circling inside his mouth. Pain stayed at bay, hovering at a distance that he'd cross if he allowed himself to awaken fully. Crimson trailed down his colorless lips. The thralling command to swallow played inside his mind. His body wanted to welcome the last of the foul tasting liquid, but he'd be damned if he was going to accept it.

It was all he could do to turn his head to the side and open his mouth, letting the remaining tainted mess run to stain his rumpled covers. Thankfully, he fell into oblivion before the conversion raging inside his body could register. Muscle tissue weaved an extra knitting for more strength, lungs expanded the tiniest fraction, his ribs sealed together to protect the only weakness his heart presented. Many physical changes began taking place, but also mental ones. His brain embedded the instinct to feed, ready to be triggered when exposed to life giving blood. It was this feature that usually drove most into insane monsters. It could be hard to cope with yourself when you were repulsed, yet excited and delighted by a hunt, and unable to stop.

As the last of the warmth left the metallic puddle by his mouth and nose, his heart failed him. The organ expanded once more before halting. The morning found him dead, but not gone.

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