Authors Note

Wow, a second chapter! Be very surprised, friends, for I've never written past the first chapter! Then again, I've never posted anything either. I suppose it's because I know what I want to write, hehe. I want to apologize, however, for the crappiness of this chapter. I stayed up way too late writing this. I know I'll scream when I see it in the morning, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer

I don't own DNAngel, although I do love the manga!

Warning

Remember, not a happy ending. That's all I have to say.

Chapter Two

Shouts of excitement were what woke Daisuke up. The cold tiled floor of the museum chilled him, and made him open his eyes in confusion. His head throbbed, and as he brought his hand up to rub his temples he felt a sticky bit of goo. Blood.

The shouting had grown faint, and was soon forgotten by the boy. Daisuke sat up slowly, wincing as he did so. Panic rushed to his brain as he realized he couldn't remember what he was doing before he blacked out.

"Dark?" The older boy would know what had happened. He always did. However, Dark didn't answer. The redhead bit his lip slightly, trying to decide what to do. The most obvious thing to do would be to go home.

Daisuke stood just as slowly as he had sat, and started for Dark's usual escape route. He didn't notice half of the Looking Glass attached to him.


"Daisuke! You're bleeding!" Emiko exclaimed, and rushed from her seat at the kitchen table.

"I know, Mom," Daisuke replied, and sighed slightly as his mother fawned over his head, "I don't remember what happened…"

By this time, he had been ushered to the bathroom where Emiko was pulling out bandages and anything that looked even a bit useful. He waited for his mother to say something, but she didn't.

"And Dark hasn't said anything to me, either. I keep calling him, but he never answers…"

Emiko stopped and glanced at her son. She noticed the broken necklace, and gasped. "Daisuke, what happened to the Looking Glass?"

"Huh?" He glanced down at his chest, where it was dangling from a chain. The boy blinked, and gave his mother a very confused expression.

"Where's the rest of it?" Emiko questioned.

"Uhm… I don't know…"

The woman frowned, her lips tightening into a thin line as she hurriedly finished bandaging the redhead's head. Daisuke sighed and followed his mother from the bathroom, knowing she was far from happy with him and Dark. And she didn't even care that Dark wasn't answering him, of all people.

An announcer on the radio was drawling on and on as they re-entered the kitchen. Emiko moved to turn it off, when the announcer was cut short.

"We apologize for the interruption, but breaking news on Phantom Thief Dark… He's been caught!"

Daisuke straightened, and stared at the radio as if it was lying to them. Emiko was frozen half-way between turning off the radio.

"What did he just say?" The boy managed to spit out, wondering vaguely if he was cursed with more than just Dark.

"Hurry, turn on the television," Three people huddled around the television, and watched helplessly as Dark was dragged from the museum. They knew he was unconscious, from the way his head lolled from side to side.

"The Phantom Thief Dark has been captured! A brave man, who shall remain nameless, caught the thief off guard. Thankfully, nobody was injured. Dark will be held at the local police station."

Nobody said a word for the longest time. Finally, Daisuke asked, "What happened? That's Dark!"

Emiko glanced at her son, at a loss for words. Never before had something like this happened, and she wasn't sure what to do. Dai's grandfather said after awhile, "You have to help Dark escape."

"What? How?" Daisuke exclaimed stupidly.

"Dark is part of you. Who knows what the consequences could be for staying apart for a long period of time? Besides, do you really want him sent to prison?"

Daisuke sighed slightly, and hung his head for a moment. Of course he couldn't leave his friend to rot in a jail cell the rest of his life…


Dark stared at the pair of handcuffs that made it impossible to leave the chair unhappily. It would be a pretty big obstacle to overcome in his escape. His head ached horribly, and he couldn't understand why. But what really threw him off was the fact he had been caught.

He prided himself in the fact he had never been caught before… And he was. In a cramped cell, attached to a chair. The boy sighed, and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. What made matters even worse was that he no longer felt Daisuke in the back of his mind.

What had gone wrong? He sighed, and looked down at the broken necklace. Why the police had not stolen it from him was a mystery, but he wasn't going to complain about it. The creak of his jail cell opening made him glance up, and he glared at the man who entered. It was none other than Satoshi.


Daisuke stared at the police station apprehensively. He was still reeling with everything that had happened, and now he was actually breaking another law and helping someone escape. He sighed slightly, before glancing around.

After he made sure the coast was clear, he made a beeline for a rather shabby looking entrance. The side door looked as if it hadn't been opened in years, and as Dai opened it the theory seemed even more likely. It groaned, and creaked terribly as he opened the door.

He was surprised when nobody came running at the noise. However, from the sounds of the main part of the police station, there could have been a bomb and nobody would have noticed. It was easy getting passed the drunken cops.

It was not so easy getting passed the locked doors. Precious minutes had ticked by before he finally made it to the back room where he assumed Dark was being held. A desk sat in front of a jail cell, and was cluttered with garbage, and grease stained papers.

Whoever sat there was even messier than he was. Voices made him stop, and his heart jumped into his throat. Daisuke gulped slightly, and dived around the corner to listen, but not get caught.

"What happened?" Dark asked harshly, as he continued his death glare at the other boy.

"The Looking Glass broke. Shouldn't you know better than to allow precious art to be broken?"

Dark huffed slightly, "Where's Daisuke? I can't feel him anymore."

"He's not here."

Dark could feel his blood boil. Satoshi was obviously refusing to allow him any answers about Daisuke. Never before had anything like this ever happened, and he wasn't enjoying himself.

"Why were we separated?" Dark finally managed to ask without sounding like he wanted to kill Satoshi.

"The necklace broke. Normally, this wouldn't be a big problem. But because you two could almost be separate people, the Looking Glass acted differently."

Dark decided not to ask any more questions after that; he needed time to mull over the new information. Satoshi stood finally, not wanting to stay in the same place as Dark for too long. He started down the hallway, sighing as he did so.

Daisuke was sure he was going to be caught… Satoshi rounded the corner…