"Why?" She murmured to the wind.

"Why what, Miss?" A voice called to her. Hikari jumped and turned around to see a figure that looked a lot like Dark. There was something wrong, though. Dark had black wings; this man (she assumed that it was a man) flew on white wings and his blond hair was cut short, aside from a long piece that ended in a cross.

"An angel?" Hikari whispered. The man chuckled. This girl was informed. He knew that she had no idea who he was. There was something about her, though, that told him that she was not normal.

Hikari instinctively touched the pendant; it was warm to her touch and reassured her. She spoke, "Sir, you look like an angel, much like Dark, but like a real angel, not the fallen one. Who are you?"

"Indeed, I DO resemble an angel, but I am not forsaken. Please, child, do not put me on level with Dark Mousy. My name is Krad, or White Wings." Krad replied, walking toward her. Hikari noticed that he owned a voice that resembled someone from Britain. He had an air of ancientness and godliness.

"Krad, huh? Wait, Krad backwards is Dark, so that means that your last name would be something like Ysuom." She said, trying out his name.

"Could be." He answered, taking a step closer to her.

"What do you want?" Hikari asked, taking a baby step backwards, away from Krad.

"Nothing special. Or rather, something very special, depending on how you look at it." He told her, a smile creeping onto his face.

Krad moved closer to her until he stood almost next to her. One hand ran down the side of her face, down her neck, down to the pendant. He pulled her hand off and touched it. The pendant flared and Krad fell back in surprise. Hikari stiffened and touched it, only to feel its warm pulse.

"W-what is that?" Krad stammered. Hikari smirked.

"You want to know? Well, it is the 'Wings of the Angels' pendant. I guess it doesn't like you. It likes Dark, though." She informed him.

Krad said nothing, but took off, leaving a flurry of white feathers on the balcony.

Hikari watched him fly off, holding the pendent against her chest.

"That ass had better not come back." She muttered. But at the same time, she knew he would. And that she could do nothing about it at the moment. So she walked over and picked up a feather.

It was soft. Not down soft, but still soft. She wondered if this was how Dark's feathers felt. Of course not. Dark's feathers felt different. They had to.

Hikari let out a small sigh and went inside.