Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own DNAngel or any of its characters, I can't even draw Satoshi right! Believe me, I've tried sniff.

Warning: Yaoi, lots and lots of yaoi, so if you don't like, don't read. And it is very likely that there will quite a few grammar errors, so I'm sorry, and probable OOCness…sorry for that too heh ;;

Yuki

Prologue

Light and dark…

Complete opposites…

And yet…

They are attracted to each other

It makes no sense, and yet is completely true. One cannot survive without the other. The light…cruel, freezing, blinding, easily tainted…and the darkness…beautiful, calm, dim, unblemished… How is it possible?

One year two children were born on the same day, at the same time, and in the same town. One was born in the blinding, harsh light, wings of pure white spread across his back There other child was born in the dim, gentle darkness, his eyes were the most beautiful, deep purple. It was only destiny that they would meet.

It was a freezing winter day and glistening white snow lay on the ground. A boy of about fifteen was at a Hikari Art Exhibit with his parents. He was a mysterious and beautiful boy who caught everyone's attention no matter where he was. Even when surrounded by such beautiful paintings and sculptures, eyes followed him. He had hair that looked like purple velvet and wore clothes of black, but his eyes…that's what caught most people's attention, they were the color of the darkest amethysts. His name fit him perfectly…Dark Niwa.

Dark had not wanted to go with his parents, but as usual, his mother had talked him into it. Dark saw beautiful pieces of art. Each had such intricate detailing. How the Hikari's could everything so perfect, Dark did not know. Bored of the art, although they were definitely beautiful, he walked outside. The sky was clear and the sun shone brightly in the sky. It was too bright for Dark, who preferred more dimly lit places.

The Niwa had been wandering aimlessly for awhile, when he realized that he had no idea where he was. Dark shivered as the icy wind hit him, his hair waved slightly in the frigid blast. It was odd for the temperature to change so suddenly. Only seconds ago, the weather had been cold, but bearable. Now it was frigid.

Dark could barely see the person standing in the distance. He moved closer for a better look. The wind stung his eyes, making them sting and water. Dark squinted and held up a hand to try and shield his eyes. There was definitely someone ahead of him. But was it even human? It was so beautiful it made Dark unsure. The person had long flowing golden-blonde hair held high in a strict ponytail which whipped around wildly in the frigid breeze. Feathered wings of pure white were spread across his back. Dressed in all white, he was exactly the opposite of the black clad Dark. Slowly, Dark approached the white winged person.

"Um, excuse me?" Dark asked Uncertainly.

Gold eyes met his gaze and the boy realized that it wasn't a woman at all. It was a man! A tall, stunningly beautiful man. Dark looked down at the ground feeling thoroughly embarrassed as his cheeks grew hot and were tinged with red.

"Oh, I-I'm so sorry…I didn't realize…It's just that you're so beautiful!" Dark stammered.

Gold, searching eyes looked over the flustered, blushing teen for a second. He was so innocent…

"It is alright," he said, his voice seemed kind and warm, but there was something odd about it, "Are you lost?"

Dark nodded feeling uncomfortable under the angel's gaze. Who was he? Or what was he might be the better question. He had wings. Having wings was definitely not normal…but he was so beautiful. He was the most beautiful thing that Dark had ever seen.

Dark looked up at the person's face and found himself lost in the fallen angel's sparkling amber eyes. They were almost cat-like. They showed no emotion. They were neither cruel nor loving, happy nor sad. They were cold; emotionless…They were like snow.

I'll take you back," the man offered.

Dark nodded, intent on learning more flaxen-haired man. They walked in silence for what seemed like forever, each lost in their own thoughts. They contrasted beautifully together. Yami and hikari, yin and yang, dark and light. However you want to say it, they were the exact opposites of one another, but looked absolutely stunning next to each other. The few people they passed stopped and gawked at them, too astonished to do much of anything, but stare.

"What is your name?" the fallen angel asked, his voice was kind, though his eyes were still empty.

"Dark Niwa," he answered, not looking up and at the blonde, "What's yours?"

"I'm Krad Hikari," he answered…Hikari, what an appropriate name.

Dark couldn't help himself, "Why do you have wings?" he blurted out. Then he looked at his feet, cheeks reddening.

Krad stared at the currently blushing boy. He looked so cute like that. Cute and innocent, two things that Krad was not. However, the Hikari was not staring at Dark because he was cute, but because Krad was startled. Maybe that's what made him answer the odd question…or perhaps it was because the Niwa looked so innocent, whatever the reason, he answered.

"It is well known that the Hikari family possesses magic," he said slowly, unsure of how to explain it, "No one really understands it…It is a complete mystery to everyone including my family. Some even call me a fallen angel."

Dark nodded thoughtfully. Krad watched him, not wanting to look away. His own thoughts disturbed him. Thoughts about holding onto him, not letting him go. Protecting him from the chaos in the world…not letting anyone have him but himself. It was the feeling of possessiveness that Krad knew so well, but there was something else hidden behind it. Both Krad and Dark were so wrapped up in their thoughts that neither of them heard the small creature at their feet.

"Kyuu kyuuu KYUUUUU," it said frantically as Dark lowly lowered his foot.

Suddenly the boy snapped out of his daze, but it was too late. He still tripped over the tiny animal and fell flat on his face in the dirt. Covered in mud, Dark sat up and picked up the bunny-like creature.

Krad stared at the creature in disgust, then his eyes fell on Dark. The dirt just made him seem cuter. He quickly moved that thought out of his mind and began reprimanding himself. The Hikari should have been able to hear the bunny creature's kyuuing, but he didn't. What was wrong with him? Usually his senses were sharp enough to hear a pin drop in a noisy, crowded room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the fallen angel demanded.

The dirty white creature kyuued in response and Dark pulled him a little closer as if trying to protect it.

"Aww, it's okay, Krad! It's my fault for not watching where I was going," the Niwa tried to explain.

The Hikari stared coldly at them, thoroughly disgusted by Dark's kindness to such a pathetic, useless creature.

"So, what are you?" Dark asked, holding the creature up for a better look.

"A shape-shifter," Krad answered, stiffly.

Dark smiled cheerfully, oblivious to Krad's annoyance. What was with this boy. He appeared to be the same age as him, though Krad definitely looked older. His real age was fifteen, though he seemed to be older. That was what everyone thought. Both because of his outward appearance and his very mature personality.

"Let's go," Krad instructed the teen.

Dark quickly got up and followed the golden-haired angel, carrying the shape-shifter with him. This annoyed Krad even more. For some reason this thing gave him a bad feeling. Was he jealous? No, that couldn't be it. Still, he was scowling at the shape-shifter as Dark played with it. A building loomed ahead in the distance. Good, now he could get away from the Niwa boy and that insufferable creature.

"I'll leave you here," the Hikari told Dark coldly.

"But-" Dark tried to protest.

Krad faltered for a minute because of the pleading look on Dark's face, but quickly recovered, "No, I'm going back!" Krad said firmly.

"B-but don't you want to stay for me…at least for a little while?" Dark asked sweetly, a sad expression upon his face.

"NO!" Krad barked, he was trying to convince himself more than anyone.

Dark hung his head, "Okay, 'bye," he muttered.

"Goodbye," the fallen angel said stiffly.

Krad turned and left. Dark didn't move for a few minutes. He didn't want to look away from Krad. He just stood there watching the figure. His white wings spread delicately across his back, his golden hair swaying gently in the breeze. He could see his amber eyes perfectly in his mind. Then all he could see was the shadow and finally, Krad was gone. Dark sighed and started toward the building. He found his parents, who hadn't thought anything of their son's disappearance. They left together, Krad was still on Dark's mind.

Meanwhile, Krad stood near a frozen lake, watching the perfectly white snow fall from the dull gray sky. He contemplated his feelings with utter annoyance. Why was he even bothering to think about the Niwa anyway? There was no point. He was just another boy. Nothing truly special about that. Moving those thoughts from his mind he turned and started for home.

Little did either of them know, they were destined to meet again. They were attracted to each other. Where there is light, there is darkness. Where darkness lies there always light. Even night and day shows that. At night, the moon and stars give light, though the sky is a dark shade of blue. During the day, the sun causes it to be bright, but clouds make dark, shadowy spots.

About two years later, Dark was once again at a Hikari Art Exhibit. Since the day he met Krad, Dark had gone to every art show, including ones that weren't by the Hikaris. He had seen so much art, he was beginning to tire of it, but he kept going.

"Kyuu," the shape-shifter, which Dark had named Wiz, said.

"Sorry, Wiz, but I had to come," the Niwa told the creature.

Dark decided that it may be better for him to search the grounds around the art show and left the building. Unlike the day he met Krad, it was a beautiful warm spring day. A soft breeze blew causing the trees do rustle gently. In the far distance, Dark saw a glimmer of gold. He started to chase after it, determined not to let it get away. As he got closer Dark saw the familiar white figure and feathered wings. It's Krad! Dark thought triumphantly. The fallen angel finally stopped and Dark was able to catch up.

"Krad!" Dark said gleefully.

The fair-skinned blonde turned around. Krad's familiar gold eyes scanned the person before him. They fell on the white, bunny-like shape-shifter.

"Dark Niwa," he acknowledged.

"You remember me!" Dark said happily.

Krad nodded, the golden ponytail on top of his head waving a bit. Why was this person so happy to see him? No one had ever cared before. And they barely knew each other. People could be such idiots. They made no sense at all. This Niwa person acted as though they were old friends, though they had only met once.

"So did you paint any of the pictures in the gallery?" Dark asked, flashing a bright smile at him.

"No, I guard the artwork. I am not artistic," Krad replied, slightly unnerved by the boy's happiness.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you could paint something just as good as any of the pictures in here! In fact, I think you could make one that's even better! You are a Hikari after all!" Dark told him, enthusiastically.

Krad stared at him, a look of disbelief on his face. Who was he to tell him what he could do? Who did he think he was to seek him out? This Niwa was nothing more than an ordinary human! There was nothing special about him. What the angel didn't know was how wrong he really was.

A couple minutes later, Dark said goodbye and departed, heading for home. So Krad guarded the Hikari art. That gave him an idea.

Once home, Dark grabbed a paper and pen and wrote:

Tonight I will steal the "Hikari Yuki" at 11 o'clock.

Dark Mousy

He then returned to the art show. He snuck into a room in the back for "staff" and set it on a desk. Then he returned home to begin planning.

Eleven o'clock loomed closer as he sat thinking. Then he got an idea.

"Hey, Wiz, you're a shape-shifter, right? Well, can you change into something useful?" he asked putting his hand on the creature's head.

As he did this, the shape-shifter turned into a raven black creature with huge black wings. Its body was doglike with long nails.

"Ah, black," Dark said, smirking.

As usual he was dressed in black. He just thought it suited him. It definitely looked better than light-colored clothes. Although he couldn't quite imagine Krad wearing anything dark.

Wiz clamped his paws onto the back of Dark's shirt and they flew off to the exhibit. Once there the kaitou snuck stealthily to the particular room that the painting was located. Dark frowned. There had to be some trap. He took a step forward. What was Krad planning? He took a couple more steps. A winged figure appeared between him and his target.

"So it was you," Krad Hikari sneered.

"Well, y' know, I love art," Dark grinned.

"As do I," said Krad, "But for what idiotic reason did you send a note to warn me?"

"I thought you could use the help," smirked the Kaitou.

"Don't you dare mock me!" Krad hissed, "You have no rite!"

"Are you offended?" Dark asked, enjoying the fallen angel's annoyance.

Krad didn't answer. Instead his eyes narrowed so they were barely more than slits. He held up a hand and an icy blue orb appeared in it. He threw it at Dark.

"That wasn't very nice, now was it?" Dark teased, dodging it with ease.

Instead of hitting its target, the orb hit the wall, which was immediately covered with a thin sheet of ice. Krad threw another and another, both of which missed their target…Dark.

"What's wrong? I know the Niwas have their own magic! Why don't you use it?" the fallen angel asked.

In response, a purple energy ball appeared in the kaitou's hand. He tossed it at Krad, who moved so it didn't hit him. A few minutes passed with them throwing and dodging energy balls. Finally Dark spoke.

"This is getting boring," he yawned, "Wiz come to me!"

The raven black creature grabbed the back of Dark's shirt once again and they left. Dark grabbed the painting just before flying out the window. They were barely more than a black shadow in the night sky. To anyone who happened to still be awake, he would look like a fallen angel with black wings.

Once they were gone, Krad knelt down and picked up a single black feather which had fallen from Wiz's wings.

"One day, Dark, I'll capture you. One day, you will be mine."

Light and beautiful…

That is what Yuki is…

Yuki is snow

FINALLY! I am done writing and rewriting it! I have written this PROLOGUE three times! First I wrote it in my notebook, then I typed it up, then I decided that it wasn't good enough and I typed it up AGAIN! And STILL I don't think it's good enough, but I am refusing to write it again!

Oh and there is a good chance of lots of OOCness in this so I'm sorry…most of it will be either from Dark or Krad. After reading the sixth book I realized that I had made Dark too friendly toward Krad. Anyway, I really hope you'll review.

Oh, yah, I almost forget...My first chapter, which I'll hopefully be able to post soon, has too versions... we have the version that I thought might be to graphic and the version I'm gonna post... If you want the unposted version, just say so in a review and include your email or if you don't want you're email address posted, email me at