Hi there. I am going to apoligize in advance for this story, cause it isn't going to be my best work. I wrote it after finishing the anime series and just had this crazy thought in my head about it. I hope you like my story a little. Please let me know what you think.

I don't own D.N.Angel or any of the characters mentioned in it.

"You promised me that artwork, and by God, I am going to get it," came the irate screams of one Ness Smith.

"Miss Smith, We know that we promised you the Black Wings, but we simply cannot allow anyone near that particular artwork," Sen Evans, director of the art museum exclaimed.

The two women were nearing a fistfight and no one wanted to see that. Ness narrowed her green eyes at the other woman before running a hand through her short blonde hair.

"I guess I'll just have to take this up with the judge," she said casually smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle in white sundress.

Sen glared at the woman with her gray eyes. It was quite obvious that her lack of professionalism wouldn't help her in the case, but it would help that Ness Smith was one of the greatest artists of her time, and that she owned the biggest art museums in the world. If there was one thing that Ness knew, it was art.

Sen quickly sighed before straightening her blue blazer and signaling Ness to follow her. "I don't want this to escalate out of proportion. Please come and look at the artwork yourself and then you may understand why we cannot part with it."

Ness sighed, but she respected Miss Evans attitude. The woman was a brilliant curator, but she didn't know much about art in general. She would have been better off at a history museum rather than an art one.

They walked through the dark hallways and then through a door at the opposite end of the building. On the other side of the door was steps leading downstairs to some unknown place.

"If you are trying to trick me into stopping this it won't work. I already plan to take the…" They were standing before the great artwork in all its glory. It was right there before her eyes. "…Black Wings…"

Sen looked at the artwork that had taunted her for the past three years, when she became curator of the museum.

"Yes, as you can see there is something terribly wrong with it."

Ness had to agree. The artwork seemed to be more depressing that originally thought. Ness walked up to it slowly and placed her hand upon it. Sen did the same.

"What is going on here? There is no reason for this to be in this kind of condition. You have kept it in good condition from what I can tell and yet it appears to be deteriorating."

Sen nodded. "I wish that we could save it," she said lowering her head and closing her eyes.

Ness did the same. "I also wish that it could be saved."

Unbeknownst to either girl, a strange light began to glow from their hands and surround the crumbling artwork. It wasn't until Ness noticed felt something softer under her hands that she even looked up at what was going on. She gasped.

There in front of both girls were two strange men, one with dark purple hair and the other with light blonde hair. One had black wings sprouting from his back, while the other had white wings. They looked to be sleeping and, Ness noticed with some embarrassment, they were naked.

She heard a gasp to her left and realized that Sen had noticed them too. Both girls watched at the artwork fell to pieces before them until all that was left were the two strange men.

When the strange light finally faded both girls stepped back and watched at the two, very attractive and naked, men fell to the ground, both still unconscious.

"What the hell just happened?" Sen asked glancing at Ness. Ness shook her head.

"Damned if I know."

Both girls then looked down at the two naked angels. "What do we do with them?"

Ness shrugged before kneeling down next to the one with dark hair and dark wings. Something inside her caused her to reach out and touch him, so before she realized it her hand was gently running through his hair.

It's soft, almost like silk, she thought with a small smile.

Sen glanced at the blonde man in front of her. For some reason she sensed that he held a great power within him. It was frightening.

She glanced over at Ness who was gently caressing the darker one. Sen's eyes widened. Ness was glowing as she touched him.

"Miss Smith?" Ness turned and looked up at Sen. Ness removed her hand from his hair and the glow around her stopped.

"What Miss Evans?" Ness said starting to stand, but she lost her balance and fell on the blonde angel. The light around her appeared again and then it pushed her away from him and against the wall. Unlike the light she had from the other angel, this light was stronger and almost like it was rejecting her.

Ness felt like she was on fire. Her body felt like every part was being crushed. As suddenly as it started, it stopped and she fell to the ground.

Her eyes flashed to blonde angel, who was still unconscious. "That hurt like hell."

Sen didn't want to go through that same torture, so she reached down and touched the darker one's arm in an attempt to wake him up. However the minute her hand touched his skin her hand began to glow and an indescribable pain moved up her arm.

Suddenly she was pushed back by an invisible forced and her other arm touched the blonde one, but this time all it did was glow. There was no pain at all.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It has begun"

"Did you say something Miss Smith?" Ness shook her head.

"No, did you say something?" Sen shook her head.

The words were being spoken in their heads.

"The one's spoken of in prophecy are here and now it has begun."

What has begun? Both girls wondered as neither noticed the angels' bodies twitching to live next to them.