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Author's Note: It's 10:40 pm. I'm hot. I'm tired. I'm in need of a warm fluffy pillow. THIS WILL SUCK, if any of the above clues didn't catch you.

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Return of the Thief

Ch. IV

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Satoshi Hikari was hot, tired, and pissed as he knocked on the door of his best friend.

Hot both because of his appearance, and because it was May and summer had arrived early.

Tired because he was forced to get out of bed to get to work so early, and missed his sit-in-daze routine.

(A/N: You have to have read volume three of the DNA manga to get this.)

And pissed because his friend, client, and ex-boyfriend refused to open the door.

Eventually Satoshi picked up his cell phone and dialed the number of the residence he was standing in front of.

"Niwa."

"Hikari. Open your damn door."

The door swing open and revealed Daisuke, still holding the phone, dressed in nothing but blue plaid boxers.

"I did. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Get off the phone and talk to me in person."

They both pressed a button on their phones and sat down on the huge semi-circle couch in Daisuke's living room.

"Why wouldn't you answer the door?"

"Look at this."

Daisuke carried his laptop over to the couch, still covered with the signature of someone who shouldn't be awake, or alive, whichever you prefer.

"You scan that?"

"This was sent to me in an email from Takeshi. But read the other emails."

He got the others on the screen and passed the PowerBook to Satoshi.

"So Dark woke up?"

"How could he?"

"Who knows?"

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Daisuke poured them both some green tea.

"So why'd you come over this early?" Daisuke asked his manager and friend.

They proceeded to talk at length about opening some of his works in a new gallery…

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Just north of Kyoto, a certain Phantom Thief sat at a small terminal inside an internet café in the village he was in.

Remembering all of his time at American and Japanese universities while he was dead, watching hackers for hours on end, he got into the Japanese government and created an identity for himself. After all, it had only been three years since the disappearance of Legendary Phantom Thief Dark Mousey, so he couldn't very well use that name.

Typing in 'Takumi Nakahara' as his name, within about an hour he had printed a driver's license, a birth certificate, and other government papers under the same identity. For a picture, he used the webcam to snap a photo of himself and uploaded it directly.

A few minutes after he was done, he went online and signed up for a few credit cards. With his thieving skills, he'd need them after a while.

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Meanwhile, a man boarded a train bound for Tokyo.

Armed only with a small leather briefcase in which was a few bottles of water, a rather expensive pen, and enough money to buy a small house, the man dressed in an insanely expensive black Italian suit was only missing one thing.

He flicked two daggers into his sleeves out of nowhere just as a stewardess knocked on his compartment door.

The man motioned for her to enter while closing his briefcase. He handed her his ticket as she gaped at the gorgeous man with white-blond hair.

"Can I see some identification?" She asked the man.

The blond flipped out a driver's license to her, emblazoned with the name KRAD HIKARI.

As she left the compartment, she sworn she could have heard the man say under his breath, "Niwa... Dark… time's up."

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Bwa ha ha ha ha…

This was short, I know, but I don't want to put any more filler or ID in here, it's annoying to me as well.

A.N from the day of posting: Sorry this was so late. Been pretty sidetracked, and internet's been down regularly. (Dad: Of course I know which one's the network cable! Lol…)

-Adam