Disclamer: I don't own anything with D.N.Angel... :(
Warnings: will be yaoi mean boy/boy relationship don't like don't read.
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The Fallen Angel
Chapter 1
Even thought it was a cold night he still had to go out. The thing he was after this time was a necklace made of the first in the Hikari line. He didn't know why it had shown up now 'cause it had been gone since the man had died. No one knew where it has been since that, not even the Hikari family. But even if it had been gone it was now at the museum and his target for tonight. At the end of the night the necklace was going to be in his hands. No one was going to stop him. No one could ever stop him from taking what he wanted. No one has ever been close to catch him. Not even the Hikari family who had tried for so many years had been close to catch him. But this night something new was going to happen he knew that, he could feel it in the night. Someone had a plan to catch him, a plan he couldn't see through. But that wouldn't stop him. He was the best thief, the only phantom thief. He could steal everything. No one would stand in his way.
He studied the museum a few blocks away. This to see there it was easiest to get in without the police notice him. The roof would be easiest as usual. He didn't know why he always was looking for the easiest way to come in; he always ended up going in by the roof. Always... but the police were really stupid then they didn't notice that he always came by the roof. Not like he complain it was easier for him to get in that way. He looked at the clock it was soon time to begin. Soon he would have his fun. He called for his familiar With, who was a small demon that served him by being his wings. He had own wing but he chose not to use them. It took too much of his energy to use them and he needed all his energy to complete today's steal. It wasn't often he used his wings, not than he had With. Then he used With as his wings he had black wings if he used his own he had black wings with a hint of purple just like his hair. Both his hair and eyes had a strange color, dark purple. How that come he didn't know. He didn't remember his parents, he wasn't even sure he had had any parents. He wasn't normal; a normal person wouldn't have wings, or live as long as he has. Even if he looked like he was around 17 he was much older. He didn't know how old e was, he couldn't remember, but it was around 300 years. He was really old and still he could drive the girls crazy. Of cause they didn't know how old he was. If he told them they wouldn't believe him. But tonight he wouldn't flirt with the girls he had a job to do.
He called out for With who carried him to the roof. He hadn't been seen. He looked down at the people that had gathered there to see a glimpse of him. There were mostly women but some men had found their way there. He smiled; they had come only to see him. Not to see him get caught, they were there just to see him. The clock becomes eleven and the time for his fun to begin had come.
He sneaked into the museum and easy avoiding the traps the police had set up, they were to easy to find. Avoiding the police in the hallways he soon found his way to the room with the necklace. He stood a while admiring the necklace. It was a fine piece of art. It was a purple stone surrounded with some black material – he couldn't tell what it was – shaped as two black wings, under the stone the text Angelus occiduus stod, which meant the fallen angel.
He felt something calling him, a weak pulse searching its way toward him, a weak pulse sent from the necklace. He stared at it, it was calling for him to take it, like it had missed him and had been looking for him. It was like it was calling him its master. He reached out and touched it. The pulse grew stronger and he could feel something worm under his fingers, like the necklace recognized him and welcome him. He grabbed the necklace; it was time for him to leave. He had been distracted for to long and needed to get away. He turned around and checked if someone was near before looking for an exit. He sneaked past the guards again and no one saw him, just like always. He found his way back to the roof. And still had no one seen him.
Once he got to the roof he saw someone standing at the edge of the roof. The person had its back toward him and it had long blond hair in a ponytail at the end of the ponytail a small cross was attached. But it wasn't that that drove his eyes to the person. The person in front of him had a pair of bright white wings. He studied the person as it turned around. It was a boy who looked to be 17. But maybe he was older. The boy had golden eyes that were staring back at him.
"Who are you?" the boy asked with a deep voice.
"Dark," he answered. "Dark Mousy. Who are you?"
The person in front of him just looked at him before turning around to look down on the people on the ground.
"So you are the one they want so see," the boy said. "You are the one who think he can steal anything and get away. But that's not going to work anymore. You are soon going to get caught, but not today. Today the pretty thief will get away. But next time are you going to get caught," with that the boy flow away from the roof.
Dark just stared at the beautiful angel that was leaving in the air. He had never seen anything so beautiful. Never...
He couldn't think about the white angel now he needed to get home without getting caught now then he was out of the building. If he stood to long at the roof someone must see him and try to catch him. He called for With and With carried him to his small house. He didn't live in a nice district but that was because everyone left him alone here. No one were interested in the others business. And that was what he wanted.
Once he was home he couldn't stop thinking on the blond angel he had seen at the roof. What had he meant when he said that next time he would get caught? Who was going to catch him? But the angel wasn't the only thing that occupied his thoughts; the necklace he had stolen still sent him pulses of something. The pulses were stronger then before and telling him to put in on. Normally he didn't use what he had stolen but now he couldn't resist. The pull was too strong. He took the necklace out from his pocket staring at it before he put in on.
As soon as he had put it on the lock disappeared and the necklace was stock on his neck. He couldn't do anything to remove it. The letters under the purple stone shine as he stared at is trough a mirror. Was he ever going to get it of?
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A/N: Angelus occiduus is latin and it's probably wrong spelled but I can't latin so don't be mad at me if it's totally wrong. And I'm not an english speaking person so the english is certainly wrong too. but I'm trying my best. I hope you liked it. I started to write it yesterday. It didn't happen anything in this chapter :( but it had to start like that. anyway I hope you liked it and please review.