Disclaimer: I don not own D N Angel.
An enormous bon fire was held that night with in the center of the village to celebrate the arrival of the celestial stranger. Orange flames, six feet tall, crackled and danced toward the darkened sky. As the festivities continued, rumors of the newcomer's identity spread through the crowd like a plaque, whispers of the legendary phantom thief.
Ignoring the gossip, the man just stood there looming over the others with his arms crossed. He had yet to say a word and many where beginning to wonder if he was mute. He looked the part of an outsider with his alarmingly thin frame, mangled clothes and long mass of disheveled hair. Despite his unfriendly posture, the adolescent girl's of the village where giggling wildly over his undeniably good looks. Yes, the minute the stranger walked into the settlement ever woman was swooning.
A calm abruptly fell over the sea of people as the village's head made his way toward the winged man. He was an elaborately dressed man and accompanied by two guards, but his face was kind. His greeting expression however was stern and demanding for answers, as any leader's should be.
"Are you the Legendary Phantom Thief?" he asked calmly.
"I suppose you could call that," the stranger spoke at last. His voice was low and raspy as if his vocals hadn't been used for quite sometime.
"I am the master of this village," he introduced.
"Will you join us, legendary one, and help us gain the power of Hikari arts?" he bowed.
The stranger turned his head and gave a smug 'humph'. "Why should I?"
The leader looked as if someone had struck him in the face, "But our prophets spoke of you returning to our aid!"
"I didn't return," the phantom said plainly, "I was released from a prison you undoubtedly put me in."
"I'm sure it was the Hikari who wronged you so," his grey eyes saddened.
"Where is the girl who found me?" the man's eyes narrowed, searching the crowd.
Slowly the path before him parted and the shivering girl made her way through. Her bare toes dug into the cool, moist soil as she made her way apprehensively toward him. Quivering before him she realized that she barely reached his mid section. Biting her lip she prayed he wasn't anger at her for disturbing his rest.
Smiling back at her frightened eyes he crouched down to her level.
"I am forever in you debt," he said softly offering her a black feather.
Taking the feather her features relaxed and her shoulders released their tense. He wasn't upset with her at all; in fact he was grateful. He must have been so lonely in the cave all alone, she thought.
"Keep this as your call to me. I will do your will."
"What is your real name, stranger?" the master called from behind the pair.
"I do not have one," he replied sadly. "Will you name me, girl?"
Reaching out to touch his face her eyes drank his features, the dark tones of his eyes, hair and wings. He was so gorgeous, an angel among angels. Choosing a name that suited his beauty would be difficult.
"Darkā¦" she piped at an extended moment of thought, "Dark Mousy."
"It's a bit odd," he laughed, "but I like it. What's yours?"
"Riku."
"Now that's a name!" Dark grinned. "And it's a wonderful one for such a pretty girl. You're going to grow up to be a beautiful woman."
She blushed furiously.
"Know Riku that from here on out I will always be at your side."
A/n: This story is going to be 100 relationship based. Keep in mind that Riku is only 6 years old here and for the first couple chapters their love is going to be completely platonic. Otherwise it would just be nasty! It's going to be interesting to see how this all developes.
