'Oh shit!' Screamed Dark mentally. 'Emiko is gonna have a total hissy fit!'
He whined as the reikon-koukan shugyoku shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Easy come, easy go!" He shrugged outwardly at Daisuke's mental pout. . . now diamonds, ruby's and other precious stones shattered with flair (the big ones anyway, the little ones weren't even worth watching since 9 times out of 10 they just skittered. . . Dark should know, he'd mishandled enough in his time (Hey! Even legendary, handsome and mysterious kaitou's had to start somewhere)) and that baby hit the floor with all the grace of a chunk of glass. Well that was kinda a relief, it meant the creepy bastard had pulled a switch and the real thing was still good for stealing - of course that also meant the creepy bastard had slipped a certain egomaniacal kaitou a fake which really, really sucked!
"Oops?" He corrected at Satoshi's level glare.
The boy had those damn cuffs out again at any rate and was preparing to tackle said Kaitou. No back up, as usual which was probably a bad thing since Saehara almost always bungled allowing Dark to get away. Sure he had 'other' options, magical ones, but that would be so much like cheating! Not to mention he didn't need even more maho-otaku hanging around than With already attracted.
"Daisuki! Daisuki! Daisuki!" With skipped past the only entrance/exit to the room in Daisuke guise at that point in time, allowing Dark the microsecond distraction he needed to pick Satoshi's pockets (as was previously mentioned, all kaitou's had to start somewhere).
"Yatta!" He cried brandishing the gem while Satoshi turned a furious red (whether it was from the embarrassment of his latest plans being foiled or the grope Dark had just given him we shall never know).
"Wiiiith!" Chided Dark, not being one to mull on the past having knocked Satoshi callously aside, was now embracing the pseudo-boy. "Daisuke would kill both of us if he sees you here like this!" On a whim he pinched With's cheek, "But you're just so cuuuu~~~~te!"
'I already saw.' Commented Daisuke dryly. 'And I will kill you both as soon as I get my physical body back.'
"Oh yeah!" Laughed Dark sweat dropping. "But its not like I didn't already disable the surveillance and creepy boy already knows so I don't see what the biggie is!" Explained Dark cuddling With who was protesting with Kyu's.
'Can we go now? Please?' Whined Daisuke.
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Too easy.
Too easy raised the possibility of Krad putting in an appearance by 83%.
That's just the way it worked.
Math sucked. Logistics Sucked. Statistics sucked most of all. Mainly because Dark didn't believe in them, and just like fairies, when people didn't believe in them they had no power. What this meant was that no matter how often Daisuke pointed out the correlation, Dark ignored him (actually Daisuke had a suspicion Dark was just an adrenaline junkie - but suspicions were nearly as bad as statistics).
So instead of, as Dark had so poetically put it, bitching numbers, Daisuke settled back to watch the normal course of events, in which Dark would settle in some deserted place to examine his latest acquisition only to be **gasp** interrupted by Krad, they'd tiff it up a bit, Dark would get the upper hand for some incredibly dumb luck reason giving Satoshi time to reign Krad, and they'd escape. Badabing, badaboom.
Fingers crossed.
'Right on schedule.' Muttered Daisuke to Dark in a toldjaso voice as the only other guy in town with wings appeared.
'Dark?'
And Krad babbled his little speech but Daisuke wasn't really paying attention and neither was Dark, just staring into that damned chunk of glass.
Krad didn't like that. Couldn't blame the guy really, probably had spent most of his time since Satoshi last put him away writing that little spiel which was so casually ignored (peevishly he made a mental note to recycle it later. . . especially that bit about what he'd intended to do to the Wing Master's kidney's - now that was classy).
'Dark?' Daisuke demanded a little more firmly. 'DARK!'
Krad experimentally waved a hand before Dark's eyes but the Kaitou was unfazed, just staring into that rock. Krad smirked. Krad frowned. Krad Smirked again.
"Anybody home in there?" He asked looking into Dark's blank eyes. Daisuke would have been shaking in fear if he'd been corporeal right now.
What to do. . . what to do. . . one's mortal (or should that be immortal?) enemy at one's mercy, for whatever reason (and Krad was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth). . . so many possibilities. Growing bold Krad reached out to touch the Kaitou, and the contact was enough to bring Dark back to his senses.
"Huh?" He said intelligently, snapping his head up too quick it collided with Krads with a resounding crack. "Itetetetetete!" He squealed clutching his head.
"Baka!" Groaned Krad clutching his own head in dazed pain.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you about personal space?" Squealed Dark dizzy with what he suspected was concussion.
For the second time that night a gem hit the ground.
"Dejavu." Commented Dark morosely, infinitely glad Daisuke seemed to have been knocked unconscious.
Yup. That one wasn't a fake.
He could already feel Emiko breathing down his neck at the loss of another valuable artifact. Oh. Wait that wasn't Emiko.
"You made me drop it!" He cried pointing an accusatory finger at Krad who managed to look cold and sheepish all in one. "Ite!" He cried clutching his head again at the wave of nausea such a movement produced. "You gave me concussion!" He claimed, tears springing to his eyes.
Krad sweatdropped. Surely someone you habitually tried to kill couldn't bitch about a mere concussion. But then he suspected he had also procured a concussion in the exchange so refrained from speaking. His suspicions were confirmed correct when his vision started to blur and he collapsed.
"What the hell?!?!" Screeched Dark when Krad fell on him. Daisuke wasn't awake right then to discourage him from killing his immortal enemy while he had the chance. But he wasn't. Yatta!
Hmm. But Daisuke would be pretty pissed. When Daisuke was pissed he could be worse than Emiko (well maybe not worse than Emiko, but probably pretty close) and Dark had a fairly good idea that killing Daisuke's friend wasn't something the boy would forgive easily.
Killing the detective in charge of capturing him wasn't likely to look good either. Even if they couldn't prove it was him it'd look bad when Hiwatari mysteriously disappeared. Right. That would be his **official reason** - not that he feared Niwa-style retribution.
Hehehe. And Daisuke would owe him bigtime! Life was good!
. . . now if he could just get the lead weight sociopath off him he'd be fine . . . which would be a lot easier if he could just get his eye's to focus. Crap.
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"They went this way! I'm sure of it!" Squealed Sahara Takeshi excitedly, camcorder clutched protectively to his chest, followed closely y by the Harada twins. He'd been a little disappointed at the footage he'd been able to get at the crime scene. Since the other wing-guy had appeared though. . . ! So cool!
"Look!" Screamed Harada (Takeshi wasn't sure which one since he had his back to them at the time).
"Niwa-kun! Hiwatari-kun!"
Takeshi ran over to the pile of limbs.
"Don't touch them!" He cried when one of the girls reached out to rouse the boys. Risa looked at him as if he were insane.
"He's right." Instructed Riku. "Look at Daisuke's head."
Risa looked at her classmate's head skeptically, noting the swollen red lump.
Takeshi checked both of their pulses confirming they were both alive. "I don't know what happened, but it's obvious at least Niwa was hit in the head, so we shouldn't move him if we can help it."
"I'll call an ambulance." Volunteered Risa producing a cell phone.
Can't move them. Definitely breathing though. Have to wait for the ambulance. What else was there to do but videotape his two classmates in their currently compromising positions? Wai. Daisuke was just so cute sleeping. . . too bad he couldn't get a good shot of Hiwatari's face which was covered by Daisuke's arm since he knew a girl at school who would pay for. . . (Hey! Journalism was an expensive hobby!)
"Saehara!" Accused Riku.
"It's a crime scene Risa!" Admonished Riku. "It's important to have it on record before the ambulance gets here and disturbs it. Right?" She blinked innocently as Saehara nodded.
Eheheheh.
TBC
Oh my! What a cliché fic! BUT I ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE A DNANGEL FIC BUT I HAVEN"T READ MUCH OF THE MANGA AND STUFF SO STUFF WILL BE WRONG WRONG WRONG AND BASED ON MY INTERPRETATION AND STUFF!! OKAY?!?!?
There will be shonen-ai. Probably most definitely.
Also I get riku and risa mixed up n_nU and my japanese is non-existant thus the stoopid name for the artifact
Review onegai shimasu **heart**
"Easy come, easy go!" He shrugged outwardly at Daisuke's mental pout. . . now diamonds, ruby's and other precious stones shattered with flair (the big ones anyway, the little ones weren't even worth watching since 9 times out of 10 they just skittered. . . Dark should know, he'd mishandled enough in his time (Hey! Even legendary, handsome and mysterious kaitou's had to start somewhere)) and that baby hit the floor with all the grace of a chunk of glass. Well that was kinda a relief, it meant the creepy bastard had pulled a switch and the real thing was still good for stealing - of course that also meant the creepy bastard had slipped a certain egomaniacal kaitou a fake which really, really sucked!
"Oops?" He corrected at Satoshi's level glare.
The boy had those damn cuffs out again at any rate and was preparing to tackle said Kaitou. No back up, as usual which was probably a bad thing since Saehara almost always bungled allowing Dark to get away. Sure he had 'other' options, magical ones, but that would be so much like cheating! Not to mention he didn't need even more maho-otaku hanging around than With already attracted.
"Daisuki! Daisuki! Daisuki!" With skipped past the only entrance/exit to the room in Daisuke guise at that point in time, allowing Dark the microsecond distraction he needed to pick Satoshi's pockets (as was previously mentioned, all kaitou's had to start somewhere).
"Yatta!" He cried brandishing the gem while Satoshi turned a furious red (whether it was from the embarrassment of his latest plans being foiled or the grope Dark had just given him we shall never know).
"Wiiiith!" Chided Dark, not being one to mull on the past having knocked Satoshi callously aside, was now embracing the pseudo-boy. "Daisuke would kill both of us if he sees you here like this!" On a whim he pinched With's cheek, "But you're just so cuuuu~~~~te!"
'I already saw.' Commented Daisuke dryly. 'And I will kill you both as soon as I get my physical body back.'
"Oh yeah!" Laughed Dark sweat dropping. "But its not like I didn't already disable the surveillance and creepy boy already knows so I don't see what the biggie is!" Explained Dark cuddling With who was protesting with Kyu's.
'Can we go now? Please?' Whined Daisuke.
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Too easy.
Too easy raised the possibility of Krad putting in an appearance by 83%.
That's just the way it worked.
Math sucked. Logistics Sucked. Statistics sucked most of all. Mainly because Dark didn't believe in them, and just like fairies, when people didn't believe in them they had no power. What this meant was that no matter how often Daisuke pointed out the correlation, Dark ignored him (actually Daisuke had a suspicion Dark was just an adrenaline junkie - but suspicions were nearly as bad as statistics).
So instead of, as Dark had so poetically put it, bitching numbers, Daisuke settled back to watch the normal course of events, in which Dark would settle in some deserted place to examine his latest acquisition only to be **gasp** interrupted by Krad, they'd tiff it up a bit, Dark would get the upper hand for some incredibly dumb luck reason giving Satoshi time to reign Krad, and they'd escape. Badabing, badaboom.
Fingers crossed.
'Right on schedule.' Muttered Daisuke to Dark in a toldjaso voice as the only other guy in town with wings appeared.
'Dark?'
And Krad babbled his little speech but Daisuke wasn't really paying attention and neither was Dark, just staring into that damned chunk of glass.
Krad didn't like that. Couldn't blame the guy really, probably had spent most of his time since Satoshi last put him away writing that little spiel which was so casually ignored (peevishly he made a mental note to recycle it later. . . especially that bit about what he'd intended to do to the Wing Master's kidney's - now that was classy).
'Dark?' Daisuke demanded a little more firmly. 'DARK!'
Krad experimentally waved a hand before Dark's eyes but the Kaitou was unfazed, just staring into that rock. Krad smirked. Krad frowned. Krad Smirked again.
"Anybody home in there?" He asked looking into Dark's blank eyes. Daisuke would have been shaking in fear if he'd been corporeal right now.
What to do. . . what to do. . . one's mortal (or should that be immortal?) enemy at one's mercy, for whatever reason (and Krad was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth). . . so many possibilities. Growing bold Krad reached out to touch the Kaitou, and the contact was enough to bring Dark back to his senses.
"Huh?" He said intelligently, snapping his head up too quick it collided with Krads with a resounding crack. "Itetetetetete!" He squealed clutching his head.
"Baka!" Groaned Krad clutching his own head in dazed pain.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you about personal space?" Squealed Dark dizzy with what he suspected was concussion.
For the second time that night a gem hit the ground.
"Dejavu." Commented Dark morosely, infinitely glad Daisuke seemed to have been knocked unconscious.
Yup. That one wasn't a fake.
He could already feel Emiko breathing down his neck at the loss of another valuable artifact. Oh. Wait that wasn't Emiko.
"You made me drop it!" He cried pointing an accusatory finger at Krad who managed to look cold and sheepish all in one. "Ite!" He cried clutching his head again at the wave of nausea such a movement produced. "You gave me concussion!" He claimed, tears springing to his eyes.
Krad sweatdropped. Surely someone you habitually tried to kill couldn't bitch about a mere concussion. But then he suspected he had also procured a concussion in the exchange so refrained from speaking. His suspicions were confirmed correct when his vision started to blur and he collapsed.
"What the hell?!?!" Screeched Dark when Krad fell on him. Daisuke wasn't awake right then to discourage him from killing his immortal enemy while he had the chance. But he wasn't. Yatta!
Hmm. But Daisuke would be pretty pissed. When Daisuke was pissed he could be worse than Emiko (well maybe not worse than Emiko, but probably pretty close) and Dark had a fairly good idea that killing Daisuke's friend wasn't something the boy would forgive easily.
Killing the detective in charge of capturing him wasn't likely to look good either. Even if they couldn't prove it was him it'd look bad when Hiwatari mysteriously disappeared. Right. That would be his **official reason** - not that he feared Niwa-style retribution.
Hehehe. And Daisuke would owe him bigtime! Life was good!
. . . now if he could just get the lead weight sociopath off him he'd be fine . . . which would be a lot easier if he could just get his eye's to focus. Crap.
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"They went this way! I'm sure of it!" Squealed Sahara Takeshi excitedly, camcorder clutched protectively to his chest, followed closely y by the Harada twins. He'd been a little disappointed at the footage he'd been able to get at the crime scene. Since the other wing-guy had appeared though. . . ! So cool!
"Look!" Screamed Harada (Takeshi wasn't sure which one since he had his back to them at the time).
"Niwa-kun! Hiwatari-kun!"
Takeshi ran over to the pile of limbs.
"Don't touch them!" He cried when one of the girls reached out to rouse the boys. Risa looked at him as if he were insane.
"He's right." Instructed Riku. "Look at Daisuke's head."
Risa looked at her classmate's head skeptically, noting the swollen red lump.
Takeshi checked both of their pulses confirming they were both alive. "I don't know what happened, but it's obvious at least Niwa was hit in the head, so we shouldn't move him if we can help it."
"I'll call an ambulance." Volunteered Risa producing a cell phone.
Can't move them. Definitely breathing though. Have to wait for the ambulance. What else was there to do but videotape his two classmates in their currently compromising positions? Wai. Daisuke was just so cute sleeping. . . too bad he couldn't get a good shot of Hiwatari's face which was covered by Daisuke's arm since he knew a girl at school who would pay for. . . (Hey! Journalism was an expensive hobby!)
"Saehara!" Accused Riku.
"It's a crime scene Risa!" Admonished Riku. "It's important to have it on record before the ambulance gets here and disturbs it. Right?" She blinked innocently as Saehara nodded.
Eheheheh.
TBC
Oh my! What a cliché fic! BUT I ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE A DNANGEL FIC BUT I HAVEN"T READ MUCH OF THE MANGA AND STUFF SO STUFF WILL BE WRONG WRONG WRONG AND BASED ON MY INTERPRETATION AND STUFF!! OKAY?!?!?
There will be shonen-ai. Probably most definitely.
Also I get riku and risa mixed up n_nU and my japanese is non-existant thus the stoopid name for the artifact
Review onegai shimasu **heart**