I don't own D.N.Angel but Night Wings is my idea. By the way, this is my first fanfiction, so if you like it let me know, if you don't like it let me know, too, but nicely! (Please, oh please, oh please!)

Night Wings

Chapter 1

The Surprise

Tonight, at 9:00, I will steal the Staff of Dreams.

-Dark

It was raining—great drops that fell from the sky and splattered on the cold concrete before running off. The streets were awash with little rivulets. Dark was soaked.

"It never fails," he thought to himself, landing gracefully on the roof of the museum. "If the weather forecaster says it'll be sunny…it won't." It was five till nine. Plenty of time.

As he quickly surveyed the security, his great black wings slowly shrank until they became Wiz. There were plenty of cops around but where was Satoshi? The commander didn't seem to be anywhere.

Without another thought he walked nimbly across the top of the roof, slipping only once on the wet tiles, before swinging down and through one of the windows. Dark was always amazed by how pathetically easy it was for him to break in.

The room exhibiting the Staff of Dreams had three entrances and over twenty cops. It was pitiful.

"Go, Wiz," he whispered.

"Kyuu," Wiz squeaked back before hopping down and transforming into Dark. As Wiz ran into the room the cops looked up in surprise.

"It's Dark!" someone shouted. "Get him!" Wiz ran for his life, looking terrified, as all the cops chased him out one of the other exits.

"Idiots," Dark muttered as he walked in and took the Staff of Dreams. "This isn't any fun at all." But just as he said it the Staff warmed beneath his hand as some power reacted inside it. The warmth lasted only for a moment and then faded away. "I wonder what that was?" But Daisuke shrugged mentally, he was more worried about the absence of a certain commander.

"Where's Satoshi?" Daisuke asked anxiously. "He should be here."

"I think he's scared of me," Dark replied, grinning, forgetting about the Staff for the moment. Daisuke mentally shook his head, fretting.

"He's up to something."

"Stop worrying," Dark replied. "Besides, if he does have something planned it'll be fun." But as he walked out of the room and headed back towards the open window, there was no sign of Satoshi. Dark was disappointed; Daisuke, who had been holding his breath, was starting to think they were actually going to get away without seeing the commander and was feeling distinctly relieved when he noticed the black-silhouetted shadow standing in front of the window.

"Going somewhere?" Satoshi asked.

"Well, well," Dark grinned. "I was beginning to think you'd finally given up."

"I've been waiting for you," Satoshi said. Dark laughed.

"Sorry," Dark replied, "I'm just not that kind of guy!" Satoshi didn't even blink.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to hand over the Staff of Dreams."

"And here I was thinking you'd finally warmed up to me." Dark winked. "Oh well. Guess I'll just have to find another way out." With that he turned and ran back through the door, into the hall, Satoshi on his heels. There was another door to his right. Dashing through it, he suddenly turned around and used the Staff to flip Satoshi onto his back.

Satoshi went down hard but had managed to catch hold of the staff and used it to pull a surprised Dark down with him. They landed in a pile just inside the door, Satoshi on the bottom, the Staff between them. So it was really bad timing when Wiz (still in the guise of Dark and followed by the twenty police officers) happened to come running in through the same door and tripped over them. Dark, who had just started to get up, was sent sprawling on top of Satoshi again, this time with the weight of Wiz on top of him, quickly followed by each of the twenty police officers. There was pandemonium for a moment as everyone tried to figure out what had happened and began to disentangle themselves, rubbing their respective bruises.

Satoshi, on the bottom and nearly dying from the weight, had lost his hold on the Staff. And of course, by the time he managed to pull himself free, it was only to find that Dark had vanished in the havoc.

"One of these days, Dark," he whispered under his breath, but he left the threat unfinished.

The rain, at least, had let up and was now more of a fine mist, rather than a downpour. With Wiz once more as his wings, Dark flew away from the museum, only to land agilely on the railing of a balcony a couple houses away, where he could watch as lights flickered on and off in the museum as the police checked to make sure he was really gone.

"Oh, that was great!" Dark laughed. "Did you see Satoshi's face?" But Daisuke wasn't listening.

"We actually made it out of there!" Daisuke was saying. "That was too close! I thought for sure we were toast." Dark rolled his eyes, still focused on the museum, and that was a mistake.

"Finally," said a voice. Dark whirled around, startled, but not quick enough. Someone had already grabbed one of his ankles and he was jerked down onto the balcony.