Don't own it.
Btw 'blah'=talking and ~blah~= thinking
Dark had sent out the notice at 8:00 and by 8:15 the news that he was going to steal the Hatsu Shibou was all over the media. It was a Hikari artwork, so of course Satoshi would be there, a fact he wasn't overjoyed about. His breath came out in long silver strands as he thought ~Maybe we'll get lucky and Hiwatari will be sick or something. I think I deserve a break. ~ They both observed a blue-haired teen walking into the museum and Daisuke replied~ We never get breaks. You know that. ~ Landing on the roof, he shed his wings and slipped through the trapdoor, his silky tight outfit making it easy to slide through the tight space.
His boots made an audible thump on the dark tiles as he landed, glancing quickly around him. No guards, and he'd already cut the usual alarms. He heard them behind him and went ninja on them, taking care of the problems in a few minutes. When he looked back up he realized that he didn't actually know where the artwork was. Looking left, then right, he shrugged and went left, taking light steps in case of floor sensors. In the future he'd wish intensely that he'd gone right.
He stepped into a large hexagonal-shaped room with an impossibly high, black ceiling and paused. There in the center, surrounded by glass, was what he'd been looking for. The sculpture was of a teenage boy, sitting cross-legged and holding a long staff, an admittedly cocky expression carved on his face. Taking a tiny step forward he was unexpectedly propelled upward and smashed into a wall, courtesy of his other half. "Mousy." The blonde hissed, his hand at his reflection's throat.
"Kraddykins. I've learned another blonde joke that I'm sure you'll want to hear." He grinned through the tightening grip and released himself, twisting away from his counterpart. "I do not wish to hear it, Kaito." Before he was fully free Krad slammed him into the tiles with a sickening thud, and he saw stars.
"Three blondes were standing in the woods-" He began, standing up and sending a few arrow feathers Krad's way. "Silence!" Behind them, the Hatsu Shibou began to glow faintly, aware of Kokuyoku's magic. "They're staring at a pair of tracks and one of them says 'They're moose tracks!'" Crack.
POW. Irreparable damage to a priceless interior. "Cease and desist!"
BOOM.
Tax dollars wasted.
"The other one says 'No, they're deer tracks and the third one says 'They're car tracks stupid!" Below them the glowing grew brighter. "QUIET!" Dark grinned eagerly. "They were still arguing when the train hit them!" The glass case shattered just as Krad let out a cry of anguish at the punch line. The statue came to life, the boy's knee high boots, striped pants and pirate shirt making the three of them their own personal costume party. "Now." He said cheerfully, brown hair blowing about in the breeze they had made "Who wants to go first?" They were both so dumbfounded Krad floated down from the rafters and Dark sat on the floor like a slug. The boy hit the stick once on the ground impatiently and a spark of green magic flared. Dark caught his eye and the Phantom Thief curled his legs away from the kid.
"Um what exactly…" He was cut off by the boy's eyes, large and metallic grey. The boy's conscience was suddenly in his memories, probing to the core of his existence, the one ache that could never be filled… Wrenching his gaze away he looked back and glared at the boy, who clicked his tongue sympathetically.
"A deep one, that. You'd need a partner for it, too." Dark had no idea what he was talking about and frankly thought the boy had lost his marbles. "Wait…" The teenager glanced over at Krad and a wolfish smile spread across his face. The bottom of the staff blurred and before Dark could move it was at the base of his throat, a sharp pain. "Ouch!" He jerked away, but not fast enough, as he saw a tiny bit of his blood contained in the syringe-like end of the staff. Standing up indignantly he approached the boy "Why you little-"
He blocked Dark easily, wielding the staff like a sword, and his eyes grew as flat as his words. "Do you not understand?" His stick became alive, wrapping itself around Dark's waist. "You are no longer needed." With that, he flung Dark out the nearest window with such force he landed three area codes away, into a yard with a large, unfriendly Chow-chow. "Nice doggy?"
The boy turned to Krad, who produced four feathers between his fingers and stated "My other half might not have dealt with you properly, but I will." Four white streaks barely missed him and he began to laugh. "Is that the best you-" He was suddenly thrown to the ground, the feathers pinning him by his sleeves and boots. "Got?" Krad quickly stepped behind him, skewering a lock of his hair to the floor and confidently tracing out a complicated sealing spell in the air above him. "Yes." The delinquent's staff cracked against his ribs and they switched places, the brunette taking full advantage of Krad's temporary confusion. 'Not good enough!" He grinned, already finished with the seal on his right arm and leg. "Cheater." Krad snarled, kicking him solidly in the gut. "Augh!" As he doubled over Krad erased some of the markings above his right hand. "No you don't!" The painting drew over them and Krad kicked him again, with somewhat more vigor this time. "Ow!" He pinned the angel's leg and, after some struggling, sealed it as well. He then finished off with his left arm after receiving a painful left hook. Who knew Krad was left handed? The Hatsu Shibou took a small break, catching his breath above the ticked blonde. He'd never really experienced pain before. Pain…hurt.
Holding his jaw he heard the Hunter murmur "Well? You have me restrained. Are you quite finished?" The boy couldn't truly seal Krad without Dark, so he'd modified the seal to a restriction spell. "Not yet." He sat on the teenagers slim thighs and began reshaping the end of his staff, making it similar to a miniature bicycle wheel. Krad growled at the contact and the feathers on his wings ruffled angrily. Blowing on the surface, the wood turned to iron and glowed with heat. Amber orbs widened in shock as he saw faint, curling writing around the ring. "A curse?" The Hatsu Shibou pushed Krad's shirt halfway up and ran cold fingers over his ribs.
"If you want to think of it that way…You're so thin! But I guess it can't be helped." He reached for Krad's belt loops and Krad shouted, "Oh heyull no!" bucking him off in one smooth movement. "Gah! What's wrong with you? I wasn't going to rape you or something!" He paused. "Although you do look rapable."
"Thanks…?"
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