Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel, or anything else for that matter.

A.N. Yo! Long time no see Fan Fic Fans. Sorry I haven't updated lately. I've had a lot of things on my mind. Anyway, this is chapter ten, and FINALLY Argentine decides to randomly show up. When we left off, Krad had Claustrophobia and Dark had Hemophobia and their tamers were using them against them. I don't know about you, but Daisuke and Satoshi are ticking me off, and I'm writing it. They only care, but they have everything wrong. Well, this is kind of like the boy who cried wolf, don't you think? Anyway, thanks again Twilight, my beta. Well, on with the story!

Chapter Ten

Why?

The door to the roof slammed open, Dark walking weakly over to the railing. He rested his forehead on its cool surface, dropping to his knees. What a tiresome day. He was freaking ambushed by his best friend! With blood! How did the kid find out, anyway!

Oh, yeah. He heard him. But he actually said it out loud. Told the redhead about... his love. He had never wanted to say that much to himself, wouldn't let himself think that into it. But he had said it all to Daisuke. It wasn't hard to say at all. Because he knew it was true.

He would give his life if it meant Krad could keep his. When the fight came (because he knew it would), Krad would be the one to walk away from it. And Dark would live no more.

Dark gave an amused chuckle, heard only by the stars. "What the hell? Heh heh, look at me. I've turned into a woman." He smirked up at the moon. He absentmindedly felt his chest as he did so. He gave a disappointed sigh. "Damn, and I have no breasts to show for it." (A.N. Dark-like enough?)

ZZZZPP

Dark became silent. He didn't move a muscle.

ZZZZPP

That.. wasn't Krad. Krad tends to NOT buzz during his free time.

ZZZZPP

This time, it was fallowed by a childish giggle.

Dark raised an eyebrow. It couldn't be. He rose to his feet, looking behind him silently. There was a shadowed figure sitting perched dangerously on the railing, legs crossed and oblivious to Dark's presence.

Dark approached it without sound. As he got closer, he noticed that the being was pushing his fingers together, a small spark forming between them. When the tips got too close, the spark would buzz loudly and the fingers would repel. He had a goofy grin on his face.

He always loved messing with electricity.

After observing the scene a little longer, Dark finally spoke up. "Argentine?"

Argentine looked up, his eyes lit with overwhelmed enjoyment. "Koku Yoku!!!" The electrified wingless angel leaped into Dark's arms, knocking him off his feet.

"Gah!!"

"Koku Yoku! I haven't seen you in so long!" Argentine wrapped his arms around Dark's waist, squeezing tightly. Dark sat up, looking down him. He ruffled his hair.

"Long time, no see, little brother." They weren't actually related, but he had come to think of the younger angel as so.

Argentine grinned, snuggling his face into Dark's chest before smiling up at him again. "I've missed you, Koku-nee-chan!"

Dark looked away at the name. Of course it was just a nickname, and Argentine didn't know the meaning. But it always stabbed at him.

Empty Sky.

A.N. Koku means "empty sky" in certain circumstances. I googled it, so it could be wrong.

The name reminded him of a past he didn't want to remember. When he was given the nickname. WHY he was given the nickname. In all that had been going on with Krad, he must have forgotten. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

There was a ripple in the air pressure.

Dark tried to pry off Argentine. "Uh, kid, you might want to get off of me."

He looked up at him defiantly. "Why?"

Dark was cut off by a huge crash. Both stared at the semi-crater in the roof top, in the middle of which was a menacing looking Krad. He was glaring at Argentine, who was still hugging Dark. But his gaze soon fell on the later of the two. Dark shivered as the glare intensified. He could read those eyes more clearly than the alphabet.

Betrayal.

Dark scrambled to his feet. "Krad, it's not what it looks like—!"

Krad passed by him smoothly. Dark whirled around, only in time to see Krad grab the wingless angel by the throat, hanging him over the railing. This was a 16 story museum. Yeah, forgot to mention that.

Argentine could fly, but Dark knew that Krad had the power to steal away his power. Dark had it, too. The youngest Koku Yoku's eyes were round with fear, his feet dangling uselessly. He tried to cough, but Krad's grip prevented it.

Dark grimaced. 'Damn... Sorry Daisuke.' He placed his hand's together, conjuring a violet sphere as he pulled them apart. He threw it at Krad's back.

Before it reached him, the white angel turned, throwing Argentine into the crater. He stopped the magic with his hand easily. At the speed of light, he grabbed Dark, pinning him against the opposite wall, using teleportation. He pinned the Kaito's wrists above his head, pinning his legs to the wall with his own.

Dark squirmed. Damn it. Where did his strength go whenever Krad did this? It's not that he didn't like the position he was in (he rather enjoyed it), but Krad had almost killed his little brother a few seconds ago. To put it bluntly, Dark was homicidally pissed.

His eyes met Krad's. He looked away. It was clear what Krad was saying with his eyes. 'Now that I've had my psychotic moment, explain.'

Krad leaned in to his ear once Dark didn't look back at him or say anything. "Well, well, well, Koku-chan, first you betray me, then you try to kill me. Aren't you on a roll."

Dark snapped to his gaze. What the hell? Why is that damn name popping up everywhere in this chapter? He's talking to me like... like...

He looked away again. "I wasn't trying to kill you. I was trying to make you stop."

Krad growled. "Well, aren't you the hero."

Dark glared at him. "Stop talking to me like that!!"

His captor raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Like you did before!"

Krad stared at him, shocked. HE didn't even know he could get shocked.

Dark surprised himself. Was there even a difference? Maybe in the way he said it, but there was definitely a difference.

Krad glared at him, darker than before. "How could you betray me? AGAIN?!"

Dark felt somewhat relieved. He might not get out of this alive, but at least Krad had willingly changed the way he was saying things.

He returned the glare. But he then tilted his head forward, hiding his face with his bangs. It was exhausting for some reason to fight with Krad. Maybe it was the emotional stress. Note to whoever is reading this: Never fall for a psychotic, over-territorial, homicidal blond angel. It takes 10 years off your life.

"He's Argentine, another Koku Yoku. He's like my little brother. Nothing was going on." It came out in a tired whisper.

Krad looked over his shoulder at the boy, who was sitting cross legged in the center of the circle, playing with his electricity again. A.D.D. kid.

He looked back to see Dark glaring at him again. He raised an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't betray you." He pushed Krad away. "I'm not dumb! I value my life, thank you!" He turned away, crossing his arms. Now that Argentine was okay, he wasn't that angry anymore.

He felt Krad's intense gaze on him. He looked back.

Krad looked him up and down. "Are you pouting?"

Dark started to walk away. "Maybe. You almost killed my little brother. I have a right to." Argentine looked up at them strangely, massaging his throat.

Was it just him, or was Dark flirting with his arch enemy? And why had the fight stopped?

Dark continued to walk towards Argentine, but Krad grabbed his arm, pulling him back. He kissed Dark forcefully. The Kaito moaned before pulling away. "Not in front of Argentine."

Krad sent a death glare in Argentine's direction. "Get lost."

The wingless angel giggled. "I should have known this would happen. Okay, I'm gone!" With that, he flew in to the air and into the night.

He had something to do, anyway.

... you can guess where this is...

"DID YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH?!?!?!"

"YES, YOU FAT OLD MAN!! YOU SHOULD BRUSH YOURS FOR A CHANGE!!" screamed Takeshi as he slammed and locked his bedroom door. He leaned against it, exhausted. He turned off his light and climbed into bed.

His thoughts went back to ice blue eyes. He turned over under his sheets.

He needed to forget. It was one night. He was never going to see him again. He had to admit, though. The guy had skill. He never thought he would actually spread his legs for another guy. He thought he'd at least be seme. Think again.

A tapping on the window made him sit up. After a second, he went to lay down again. It sounded harder. He stepped out of bed cautiously, grabbing his baseball bat next to his bed. Slowly, he made his way over to the window. He quickly threw it open, jumping back. Argentine climbed in.

Takeshi dropped the bat, the sound echoing in the surrounding air.

"J-Jack?"

Argentine smirked, approaching the boy. Takeshi took a step back, but was unable to resist as he was lifted off the ground in a reverse piggyback. His arms hooked around the angel's neck so he wouldn't fall. He stared into those ice blue eyes that he'd been dreaming about all week. They looked him up and down before the wingless angel leaned in, licking the boy's lips. Takeshi gasped, a blush glowing on his face.

Argentine lay him on the bed gently, climbing on top of him. Takeshi's breathing got heavier as the Koku Yoku started to unbutton the boy's shirt, kissing each inch of skin as it appeared. Takeshi cried out as he bit his nipple. While he was distracted, Argentine slipped his hand into Takeshi's pajama bottoms, wrapping his hand around the boy's hard shaft.

"J-Jack!!" he tried to push the angel away, failing from his loss of strength. "My parents are in the house and I don't want them to—" He was silenced as Argentine kissed him, pushing him down again. He started stroking the boy's cock slowly, deciding to make him beg before entering him.

Argentine...

Argentine sat up, staring out the still open window. Takeshi panted, staring at him.

"What is it, Jack?"

The angel was about to go back to what he was about to do (Takeshi), but he was stopped again.

Argentine...

He sat up again, growling.

Is now really the time, To-nee-chan?

Yes. Will you come? Everyone is worried...

In a bit! I'm busy!

"Jack, what's wrong?" Takeshi asked.

Argentine looked back at him. He tackled him, pinning him to the bed. He kissed him roughly, jerking him harshly.

"Ahh!!" cried Takeshi, caught off guard with the sudden roughness. "Jack!!"

Argentine squeezed the tip of his erection, stimulating the moment.

"Jack!!" Takeshi yelled his "name" as he shot his cum all over his sheets and Argentine's hand.

After a few moments, he reached for the angel's belt, but a hand stopped him. He looked up at its owner.

"I don't have enough time," explained the Koku Yoku, who hugged him quickly and stood up.

Takeshi sat up. "Where are you going?" He was almost knocked over by the innocent smile he received.

"Don't worry. I'll be back in two night's time." He walked over to the window. After a moment, he looked back at his disgruntled lover. "Oh, and by the way. Can you say 'Argentine' the next time I make you come?"

Takeshi blushed at the sentence. "W-Why?"

The wingless angel smirked. "Because that's my real name." He flew out the window, leaving an astonished Takeshi behind.

KDSD..KDSD

A.N. Argentine seems a little bipolar. Oh, well. He he, pansy Takeshi. He was supposed to be like that, so don't flame me on that. And cute Krad Dark. I didn't even know it was possible. Oh, and To-nee-chan in Toto. Finally another sex pairing. I'm trying to get some SatoDai in there, but they are so paranoid about their curses. You probably noticed that I pushed them aside for this chapter to make room for the calm before the storm. That is if you call Krad almost killing Argentine in a Jealous rage calm. Got to go! BLC out!