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Chapter 3:

Dark's POV

I could barely concentrate on the school work my Precalculus I class was going over. "Ugh…" I groaned, apparently not as silently as I had intended, as Daire gave me a pitying look.

"Are you still sick Dark?" Daire asked, light crimson eyes widening. "Maybe you should go home and take it easy. I can take notes for you if you want."

"I'm fine." I had to reign in my temper or I would have snapped at Dai. It wasn't the red-head's fault that suddenly all I wanted to do was to see Krad again and that had not helped with my strange fascination with drawing the golden-haired youth.

My page was covered with sketches of Krad instead of the notes I was supposed to be taking on the problems most students were having troubles with. The page was littered with pencil sketches of my new "friend", some with wings, others glaring or smirking, while the biggest one on the top of the page was a sketch of Krad's face when he was blushing. God, I was obsessed.

As soon as the class was over, I bolted. That class had been the worst, despite my love of mathematics courses; I was barely able to soak in the information like usual. Was I slowly going insane? What was with me and this Krad person?

Even still, with no further word to my friends I skipped my last class of the day and hurried off to the poorer part of the city where I would find Krad.

Alien golden-caramel eyes watched me from a roof top. The only question running through my head was: 'How the hell did he get up there?'

It was a different house then the day before, so it had taken longer to locate him, but the glimmering golden hair was hard to miss and I had eventually found him, staring at me with a curious expression on his face atop a stranger's rooftop.

What I meant to ask was the question that kept running though my head 'Do you have the dreams?' but what came out was "How did you get up there?" He cocked his head to the side in question, a habit it seemed the both of us shared.

He didn't speak very loudly, but I could easily hear the clear, educated voice from my position directly beneath the roof top he was sitting on. "The fence." Krad shrugged, as if this was the most sane and easiest answer in the world.

"You climbed the side yard fence and jumped on the roof?!" I exclaimed, disbelievingly. "And this isn't even your house; do you have permission from the owners?"

Krad raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't difficult to do so. As for permission, is it against the law to sit on someone's roof? Whether it is or not, I have broken the law before so this makes no difference to me."

I frowned. Was it against the law to sit on someone's roof? Loitering…? "You should still come down. I can't talk to you very well if you're up there."

Krad rolled his eyes. How I was able to tell what he was doing, despite my sight being currently blinded by the sun, which currently was directly behind Krad, was beyond me. "Then come up, Mousy."

Mousy!?What did that remind me of? I gasped. The dream Krad called me that! "T-Then you've had them too!"

Krad gave me a quizzical look. "Had what exactly?"

"Those dreams! You must have them! You always call me Mousy!"

I thought I saw Krad's face freeze with horror and understanding and then he leapt from the roof and slid down the fence. "Y-You are referring the ones where we both have wings?!"

Dark's eyes lit up. He did have them! "Yes! Do you know what they mean?"

"No, but is remarkable that we both have seen them. Could they be memories of some sort?"

"Memories…I don't know….How can they be memories if we had wings in them? No one can have wings…" I couldn't really understand. What was going on? Were we…connected somehow? What was going on?!?!

Krad shook his head. "If we both have them, it's the only thing that makes sense. They cannot just dreams, because we both have seen it." He paused, sweeping a loose strand of blonde bangs from in front of his face. "This needs to be discussed more thoroughly. I will contact you tomorrow. Until then, Dark Mousy…"

I watched, forcing my jaw not to drop in awe, as Krad swept away and disappeared into an alleyway I hadn't even noticed.

Krad's POV

What does this mean? My rationality was seriously affected by this. If Dark had these-memories, I decided-then they couldn't be a figment of my imagination. I closed my eyes, although still moving quickly, for a moment to consider.

What I had told Dark was factual. If these dreams meant something, anything, then it needed to be discussed. Perhaps Dark remembered something I did not and I, at least, could tell him about the boy I had seen: Satoshi-sama.

In any case, I decided the first thing to do was to scrounge up a decent meal and then discover where the Mousy residence was. I opened my eyes and headed through the route I knew by heart, the way to my source of food. I had explored this place thoroughly, and the restaurant near the urban edge of town usually had piles of leftover food.

It was just my luck however, that as I came upon the place, I was not alone, and the leftovers were already being raided by two brutes. Both men were way out of my league, but there was no turning back, as I had already been spotted by the one closest to me.

"Hey kid!" the man's meaty arms were stretched out, almost like he wanted to give me a hug, but I knew better. What's a prize like you wandering all alone for?" He grinned, and I shivered, taking a step back.

I forced my voice to sound calm. "I was...looking for someone but as he is not here, I will go elsewhere. If you will excuse me…" I turned to flee but I was too late; the brute's arm was already wrapped around my waist and the other was following suit, pinning my arms behind my back.

"Please!" I cried, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. "I really have to leave now!" I twisted, trying to dislodge my arms from the second man's grip, but he just squeezed harder in response, causing me to yelp in pain.

This of course, only fueled the actions of the first burly stranger. He walked around so that he was in front of me, and put a fat finger under my chin so I had to gaze into his dark brown eyes. "You shouldn't be heading off by yourself you know, something might-"he licked his lips "happen to you."

I bit my tongue, terror making my heart pump faster. As of now, my only course of action was to try to get loose because I could imagine what they planned to do with me, and it wasn't pleasant. I lashed out with my legs striking the man holding my arms into a nearby trashcan and tore away from the other, fleeing towards my alleyways.

If I could only shake them! And then, the brown-eyed one was on top of me, crushing the air from my lungs and causing my head to snap against the cement. I cried out, feeling my arm get twisted into an awkward angle. It felt sprained.

"No!" I forced my body to push upward, but my captor's superior weight felt like a ton of boulders were smashing my form. I could barely move.

"Now…" he hissed in my ear. "Are you ready to behave yourself?"

A tear ran down my cheek and he spotted it, catching it on his thumb and putting the greasy digit in his mouth, relishing the taste of my misfortune. "Mmm…"

Rage coursed through my veins and I collided the back of my head with his face, my head the only weapon still at my disposal. He cursed and his weight shifted a little, giving me the opportunity to wiggle from his grasp. I could feel crimson blood, running from the wound on my head, and this distracted me. I was preoccupied so I wasn't aware until too late that the one on the ground had called, "Matso, get the bitch!"

Matso, as I now knew the other enemy to be called, raced towards me and landed a punch right at my left eye, causing me to scream in pain. That would defiantly be a black eye. I lashed outward, blindly, catching him in the stomach and then I started sprinting away again, frightened and at the same time, furious.

I was starving and beat up, and these two idiots had claimed the best food. I snatched a half-eaten hamburger from a dumpster as I ran by, and thankfully, now that Matso and the other thug knew I wasn't coming back, they didn't follow, or they weren't very fast runners.

Even still, I kept running until I was near the other side of the area and plopped to a seat on the sidewalk, exhausted. I dug into my hamburger, considering it good spoils despite my unfortunate run-in with the thugs. Someone hadn't enjoyed this meal very much, but to me, it was heaven.

After I'd finished, I explored a little, looking for a phone book I could use to discover Dark's address. My wounds were still throbbing and I was sure I didn't have much time left before I fainted from exhaustion, but I kept walking, wiping my still heavily bleeding head and clearing the blood running down my forehead away from my eyes. I wiped the blood on the wall as I passed. It wasn't like I was the first to do so. At least my shirt wouldn't be stained.

I had no idea why I found pleasure in wearing white clothing, as they were almost immediately stained and torn, so the pure color I loved was ruined, but I refused to wear anything else. It seemed like I had enjoyed wearing white in the dream world too.

I shook my head, clearing the straying thoughts from my mind. I needed to concentrate, or I was sunk. I had to find Dark's address and discover a place where I could safely sleep before I passed out on the sidewalk.

Phonebooks were hard to come by, but I found one, eventually, hanging by a thread to a smashed pay-phone. I ripped it free and skipped to the "M" section for Mousy.

I located Dark's name and ripped his address out of the phonebook and tossed it to the ground. I hurried off, and found a place to rest in a cramped side street. Before I fell unconscious, I memorized Dark's address: it sounded like he lived in an apartment; I thought I recalled passing through the area at night.

After that was finished, I slipped the important fragment of paper into my jeans' pocket and passed out. That night, would be the last night where my rest wasn't plagued by those strange dreams.

The next morning, I reset my arm. It hurt like hell, but now it wasn't in such a strange position anymore. I was glad I had remember to do it before I had left for Dark's because I didn't want anyone to hear the pathetic cry of pain that left my lips as I fixed the sprain. Feeling cramped and in pain, but slightly refreshed, I got to my feet, checked Dark's address and started to head for the richer area. For some reason, I always knew where I was going, even when I'd never seen a place before and it turned out, I hadn't even needed to memories his address.

As soon as I spotted an apartment building, I knew-just knew, I'm not sure how- that this was where he was. I climbed a flight of stairs and moved to the black door that was in front of me. He was here.

Sure enough, as I got closer, this apartment's address and number matched the one I had memorized last night. This was, in all honesty, slightly creepy.

I proceeded to knock, and I heard a groan from the other side of the door and a mumbled "Coming…" I suddenly realized how early it was, around five thirty in the morning and I took in my ruffled appearance; dried blood on my forehead and in my hair, and ruffled and asphalt-stained clothing, and I was sure I had a black eye as well.

I was a run-away, a stray, knocking on the door of a wealthy college student I had only met twice. What was I thinking? Even still, I waited until the door was opened and didn't make any move to run at all. Dark's violet eyes, slightly hazy with sleep, greeted me and he seemed just as shocked as I was at my appearance.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as if he believed I was a dream.

I shrugged. "I got into a small scuffle last night. I had no major injuries so I saw fit to come over today."

Dark blinked. "Uh…well, come in Krad. I guess I'll just stay home today." He opened the door a little wider and I stepped inside, taking off my destroyed tennis-shoes and scanning his living courters.

It wasn't very big, but Dark had a kitchen, and living room and I assumed a bathroom and bedroom all to himself. There were papers strewn on the kitchen counter and covering the coffee table and couch in the living room, but the place had a homely air to it. I noted the large pile of dishes ready to be cleaned and wondered how much he ate every day. Probably more than I had in a week.

"It's…humble for someone with wealth but very pleasant. Thank you for allowing me inside your home." I said politely, nodding to my host.

Dark gave me a quizzical look. "Yeah, sure." He snagged a coffee cup from the kitchen counter, cleared some papers from the couch and plopped down; beckoning to me as if to say, "Join me". I reasoned it would be rude to decline, but I was sure he would have to clean that couch three times to get rid of the evidence of my presence there. Namely, blood, dirt and sweat. I felt bad for his couch.

I sat, and fixed him with a searching stare. "Alright. Tell me. What do your dreams involve?"

He frowned, taking a sip of his coffee to buy him time. There was not steam from the beverage, and he was still in his pajamas, so I reasoned this was last night's unfinished batch of coffee. "Not much I guess…" He blinked sleepily, and I felt incredibly guilty for waking him. However, I was sure if I had called later, he would have been out.

"Uh…we were in a dark space. I think I called it the 'Black Wings'. I was looking for someone. A boy called Daisuke. Then…I found you, and in both my dreams, you were knocked out. It seemed like we were enemies, because I would try to talk to you and you would sneer at me."

" Then…we had wings. Mine were black and yours were white I think. Oh! And you had this magic stuff…it was a ball that you through at me… I think….that's about all I got." He rubbed the back of his neck and colored a little, like he was embarrassed of the absurdity of his words." How about you?"

I sighed, absorbing the information Dark had given me. "Much of the things I learned correspond with what you saw. I called you Mousy, and I often referred to you as 'Thief.' I was looking for someone as well, although a different person, one I called 'Satoshi-sama.'

"In any case, I also was thinking about something during the dream. Right when it was ending, I thought 'Could I do it? Is it…possible?' I'm not sure what it was that popped into my head, but I really wanted to know if it would work."

"Ah!" Dark cried, leaping up from the couch. "I heard you say that too! In my first dream! I heard it over some sort of link with you." He sat, his face twisted into a frown, and he seemed to be concentrating hard. "But I'm not sure what you were talking about…"

"Oh! One more thing." I added, meeting Dark's gaze. "Some of the dreams seem to transfer to real-life. For example, if I think about you or this 'Satoshi-sama' person, I am able to learn things about them. Also, when I was looking for your apartment, I just seemed to 'know' where I was going, without even realizing it!"

"Whoa…" Dark gave me an awe-filled glance. "The only thing that's happened to me is when I think certain things I get déjà vu and sometimes my back itches, like I actually have wings there." He blinked, his gaze dropping to his coffee cup. He swirled the liquid once and sighed. "But what does it mean? Are we both insane or is there some reason why we keep having these dreams?"

"How am I supposed to know?" I shook my head. "In any case, there must be a reason…and we are not insane, or else we wouldn't be seeing the same things. I'll think about it." I got up to leave and Dark leapt after me, grabbing me around the waist, and causing me to shiver, remembering the other hands that had resided there in the past.

"Sorry." Dark mumbled, and pulled away. "But…you're hurt. Stay in here, just for today. I can get you food and get you cleaned up. Maybe you can borrow some of my clothes too…" It was a tempting offer. A taste of a luxury I hadn't enjoyed since I had escaped my 'family'; the Hikari. Should I take this chance? Dark could end up being just like those two from behind the restaurant. I didn't feel like repeating that fiasco.

Despite my mixed feelings, without even being conscious of it, I felt my lips move, and I had agreed. I saw Dark's face light up. "This is going to be great!" he crowed. "First, I'll get you something to eat, 'cause you're way too skinny for your own good. What do you want?"

I blinked and smirked. "My preference depends on what you have, Dark Mousy."

"Alright then, you'll have what I'm having!" He rummaged around in his freezer until he emerged with a box labeled "Eggo's Frozen Waffles." He grinned at me, and then put the ice cold pieces into the toaster. I shook my head, noting that he probably had no cooking talent what so ever. It was free food, though, and not already half eaten, so I wasn't complaining.

It smelled heavenly, especially when he added butter and syrup from his refrigerator to the previously frozen meal. He handed the plate to me complete with the necessary utensils. I ate delicately, half afraid the delectable breakfast with disappear. It didn't, thankfully, and I finished it all, despite my disgust as Dark wolfed down his share. It was a wonder he didn't choke.

"Good, huh?" Dark cried, cockily. "Have 'um every morning…unless I'm too busy." I raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. He didn't seem to notice in his overflowing enthusiasm. "Alright, now you're getting in the shower. I'll lend you some clothes and then I can get a look at your injuries. They don't look too bad…" I cut him off.

"I can take care of myself. You're not a doctor Mousy." I thought I saw Dark flinch and regretted snapping at him, and then, all of a sudden, his eyes clouded over. I waited a second or two and then he shook his head, unfreezing. "You've said that before….except…never mind. Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is."

Dark's POV

While Krad was taking a shower, I left an outfit on the sink, sat on the couch, and thought over the strange memory I had received as Krad had said. "I can take care of myself. You're not a doctor Mousy." I had seen Krad looking at me fiercely with his hands on his hips, daring me to challenge his words. The white robe I had always seen him in was stained with blood, and despite his harsh gaze, I could tell he was in pain. I had seen this before!

In the second dream I had, I remembered, this exact thing happening again. Could I tap into these foreign memories while awake like Krad had? I bit my lip, and then, feeling a little daring, tried. I pictured Krad, of course in the robe I had always seen him in those memories and turned his name over in my mind. 'Krad Hikari.'

A million memories flooded my head at that moment, and I gasped in surprise, dropping to my knees and pressing my hand to my aching scull. "Argh…" I moaned, and tried to make sense of what I had seen so quickly.

'Hey Dai…you all changed yet? Come on, I wanna start stealing!' Dark wined, peering at his tamer while in his astral form.

Daisuke was examining himself in a mirror, tugging half-heartedly at the various belts and a buckle on the outfit Dark was to appear in tonight. "Fine…" the red-head sighed, "But can you try to hurry? I've got school tomorrow you know!"

"Yah, yeah…" Dark mumbled and disappeared into his corner of the boy's mind before crimson strands lengthened to violent and Dark brushed a stray bang from his eyes. "Alright Daisuke…Let's go!"

Flying was great; it always was. Dark surveyed the city from above, circling towards the museum where his latest heist would take place. The artwork Emiko wanted him to seal was titled: "The Phoenix's Breath" and was one of the lesser known Hikari statues. However, it had recently become active and started flying around, causing a ruckus. Not only did people see the bird, but the statue had the power to control wind.

Emiko and Daiki had told him it was top priority.

Getting back to the present, Dark headed down the stairs and listened to Emiko squeal about how cute he was and took the map Emiko had given him as well. The place where "The Phoenix's Breath" was displayed was circled.

Nodding once and promising to be careful, Dark shouted for Wiz and took off, trying to ignore his tamer's yammering about being careful and hurrying home. "Honestly Daisuke! You're acting like your mother!" That shut him up.

When they arrived, it was all too easy for Dark to slip into the museum unnoticed by any of the police surrounding the area. A thong of people had turned up just to try to get a glimpse of him. Now those were real fans!

Following the map, Dark skirted some booby traps and made it to the right side of the museum, grinning to himself. These tiny little tricks were no match for the Phantom Thief Dark-

"Mousy." Krad's voice broke the silence of the museum and brought the violet-haired teen back to his task for tonight. Finally, a challenge!
"Krad. So good to see you." Dark called sarcastically, taking a step towards his other half. "I gotta seal that little birdie now, so I'll play with you some other time." The thief made a lunge for the statue, but was shoved away by his counterpart, causing him to tumble backwards.

"Not so fast, thief. Your luck ends tonight." Krad smirked, launching a feather Dark's way.

Dark cried out as the feather struck his shoulder, his dodge too slow to avoid contact. 'Dark!' Daisuke cried, gasping. 'Are you alright?' Dark could barely hear his tamer, concentrating instead on blocking out the pain and trying to ignore Krad's awful grin.

"Is that really all you have Mousy? Such a shame…"

Just then, Krad entered the room. I hadn't heard the water turn off, but Krad's hair was darker, as if wet and he was changed into the clothes I had left for him: a purple polo t-shirt and some blue jeans. He didn't seem very comfortable in them, but it made him look less like the Krad from my strange memories.

"Well…what do you propose we do now?" Krad asked, taking a seat gracefully on the couch.

"Dunno…I had another one of those weird dreamy –things." I told him, coming to sit beside's him.

Krad raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"It was different. We weren't in that blackness…we were in the real world. But we still had powers and-" I sighed. "You still hated me."

Krad grimaced and closed his eyes, leaning back on the couch as if he was thinking very hard. "What were you doing?"

"Stealing. A statue called….'The Phoenix's Breath'…and I think one of your relatives made it. I remember knowing a Hikari had created it."

"Hmm…" Krad mumbled, but didn't open his eyes. "So that's why…"

"Why what?" I asked, puzzled.

"Why I have a tendency to call you 'thief' in my memories."

"Yeah! It was….weird. Somehow I had to 'seal' that bird, with magic I guess…"

"Magic." Krad let the word roll of his tongue. "Perhaps that's what caused this."

"Huh? Uh, Krad?" I asked, watching as his golden eyes flickered open and met mine. "Why do you hate so much…in the dreams?"

"I don't know." Krad let his eyes droop closed again. "I can't understand it. All I know is, all I want is you…" he paused and uttered the last word like a curse "dead."

I shivered, suddenly reminded of Krad's smirk and piercing glares from the dreams. "Seems like it."

We both jumped when my cell phone went off, and checking the caller ID, I sighed and picked up, putting it on speaker so Krad could hear as well. "Ria?"

"Hey Dark-san! Are you feeling better?" Krad raised an eyebrow at this and I had to hold back a snicker.

"Yeah, I'm cool. What's up?"

"Well, I need to deliver your notes, and Niwa-kun is having a party at his place. You know how Emiko gets…"

I laughed. "And you want me to come?"

"Yeah. Can you?"

"Well…" I tapped my chin thoughtfully and then grinned evilly. "Can I bring a friend along?" Krad gave me a wide-eyed glance and mouthed, 'Are you insane?'

"A friend? Um…sure. I guess that's ok. I'm excited to meet any friend of Dark-san's!"

"Awesome! What time's the party?" I asked, inwardly laughing at Krad's outraged expression.

"Today, actually! At 12:00. That's why I called so early, so you could pick out an outfit and stuff. So, are you coming?"

"Yeah. See you then ok, love?" I may have been imagining things, but I swore when I said that, Krad flinched a little.

"Okay! Love you Dark-san!" I hung up and collapsed back on the couch, suddenly really drained.

"Alright. Let me get dressed, and then we are going to the mall. We gotta get some clothes for you!"

"Clothes…for me? Do you honestly believe that I will be welcomed at a party with people I have never met? I see no need to accompany you where ever you go."

"Aww…come on!" I pouted, giving him my best innocent look. "It'll be fun! And hey, maybe you'll see something that will shed some light on what's going on! I'm sure my friends will like you!"

Krad frowned. "Very well."

Krad's POV

'Why had I agreed? Oh why, oh why had I ever accepted that idiot's terms?' I moaned, over and over to myself as I was forcefully dragged into yet another shop. The fool had already purchased bag full of clothes for himself and a few-for me. I shivered.

It wasn't that I disliked his choices for me. In fact, I was rather glad he had stuck to white and a single blue shirt. He had insisted in fact, that I try nothing else on. "These are your colors! You would look good in yellow, but it's not really in style too much for men." He would make me try every outfit on and circle me like a fashion designer, finally shouting "No good!" or "We're keeping this!"

However, we had been walking for hours, only stopping to get a little snack an hour ago and Dark wasn't tired in the least! "Dark…" I murmured. "Can we go back to your place now? It's getting kind of late, and we already have quite a few outfits to choose from."

Dark whirled, his face filled with mock horror. "What!"

"Um…" Obviously I had offended him…somehow. "Well, we only need one outfit each for the party and...I'm getting quite exhausted."

Dark seemed to study me, his amethyst orbs trying to discern if I was lying or perhaps attempting to gauge my exhaustion. Whatever he found must have convinced him because his face fell, and he gave in. "Well, alright. I guess I should take a shower anyway." The smile returned almost immediately. "Ooh! I can do your hair!"

"Absolutely not! I refuse to allow that! Leave my poor hair alone!" I huffed and stalked towards the exit.

"Wait!"Dark wined and sprinted after me.

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