Disclaimer: If I owned DN Angel, I assure you that the yaoi fangirls and fanboys of the manga world would be much, much happier.
Author's Note: I just downloaded 4 Dark-Dai wallpapers… Kind of got me back on track from the recent Dai/Satoshi kick I've been on.
The next few chapters are going to treat Daisuke horribly, with Krad coming into the picture. The M rating will really come into play with some pretty harsh scenes worthy of a T-plus. I assure you it won't be very funsicle to write, but there will be a huge battle between Dark and Krad at the end, and shortly after that the Dark-Dai lemon that you've all been waiting for. In total, I expect this fic to get to 10 or 15 chapters. This chapter itself treats Risa horribly… don't read if you love Risa. (If you do in the first place, you're completely mental.)
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Return of the Thief
Ch. V
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Daisuke was dreaming, he was sure of it.
He was outside, and Krad was flying him, though not in a kind way. He was screaming, "Let me go! Krad! Let go!" as Krad took him through the air by his neck. He was very high up; when he looked down he could barely see most of Tokyo.
Suddenly, he was falling, looking up as he fell, and seeing Krad battle a man with black wings, a battle that would ultimately end the life of one of the fighters.
Then, he was lying on his waterbed, breathing heavily as his cell phone rang on his bedside table.
After realizing what the sound was, it stopped and he went to grab the small Sony Ericsson gadget and dialed his own number in.
"Hello, you've reached Daisuke Niwa. It seems that I'm not mortally inclined to pick up the phone right now. You can email me at…" etc… BEEP
"Hey Dai-san… This is Riku, I heard about Risa, no offense but my bitch of a sister was never good enough for you… Anyway, I thought I should let you know that Risa was just on the phone with someone. I don't know whom, but whoever it was, now has your private home phone and address. No idea why. Eventually, right before saying bye, she had said "Good. Make the bitch pay. I needed an excuse to get rid of him, so I just stole a note from his high school binder to my sister." Freaky, I know… I think she was talking about you… Anyway, that's all. Still open for lunch with Satoshi on Tuesday, thanks for inviting me in the first place… Bye Dai-san!" CLICK
Daisuke blinked.
"What the fuck? Crazy bitch… Shit, who the fuck could she have…" In the next few minutes, the artist cursed more than he had since a very embarrassing incident involving a transformation at a very bad time and a shower in grade 11.
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Riku Harada put down the phone and gasped. She had forgot to say to Daisuke that the man had come over to the house the Harada sisters shared during the phone call. She didn't see him, she was in the back when she heard the door ring and decided to call Daisuke.
Sighing, she picked up her things and went inside the house. As she went inside, she sworn she heard a voice say "Heh… the final phone call..."
After half an hour during which Riku lied on her bed and read the news, occasionally pausing to skip a track on her iPod mini, she wondered why her sister hadn't come out of her office/bedroom yet.
She knocked on the door; no answer. Had they left and she didn't hear? No, she would have seen; she would have had to walk past Riku's door, which was open.
The door was unlocked. She turned the knob and peered in, not noticing the warm breath on her neck…
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Risa slowly opened the door, though she was eager to know the identity of the discloser of many of her ex-fiancé's secrets.
On her stoop stood a gorgeous man with long, white-blond hair in a black suit with a black tie and shirt under.
"Krad Hikari. Sorry I'm here a bit early, your home is closer to the train station than I had thought." He offered a hand to her.
"It's no problem. Risa Harada. Shall we go into my office?"
"Of course. Lead the way."
As they walked upstairs, Krad took note of the girl's provocative attire, even when she was at home. 'Whore', he silently thought.
As they entered a room, Risa blushed thoroughly. "Oh my God. Shit! I'm ordering new chairs for my office. I could sit on the bed, I guess…" She trailed off.
He sent a warm smile at her, while thinking 'How much better could this get?'
She sat down on the bed and motioned for Krad to close the door. In one corner of the room was a fully functional office, in the other a fully functional bathroom.
"This room is completely soundproofed, so I expect we'll be safe. Could you close the window, please?"
Krad walked to the window, looking down at a girl on the phone on the patio. She closed the phone and walked towards the house. "Heh… the final phone call…" he chuckled.
He then slammed the window shut with slightly more force than necessary.
In seconds, he was on top of her.
"Mr. Hikari! What are you doing! I'll call the police…"
"You should have expected that there would be a price for this video in my pocket, here. Lie passively, and you will know things about your Niwa that people would really… kill for…"
In a series of fluid movements, she was lying nude on the bed as Krad tied her arms and legs to the bedposts in an X shape.
In another, he had removed his pants and underwear and was straddling her face, pushing his already-hard manhood into her mouth. She got the hint and began sucking as he caressed her breasts with his thighs.
After a minute, he moved down and inserted an index finger into each of her entrances. She moaned softly as he stretched her to his dirty will.
As he poised himself to enter her, she said loudly "Stop! Hikari! You'll rip me in ha-" Krad laid a finger over her lips and whispered into her ear.
"That's the point, Risa… I will rip you. I will break you, tear your body into tiny pieces. You should have known that since the very minute I entered your home. Anyone who knows that myself and Mr. Niwa have any relation whatsoever shall die, got that?"
To conclude his statement he pressed the head of his cock against her clit and rubbed softly. She shrieked despite herself.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He smirked evilly.
Giving no warning whatsoever, he thrusted quickly into her, and worked up an incredibly fast rhythm despite her screams of pain.
He spilled his seed deep into her, and moved up again to her mouth. He closed her jaw around him and when she wouldn't do anything, he produced a knife and slashed her thigh. She screamed as he commanded, "Now, bitch.", forcing her to suck him until she tasted every last drop of his release.
She spit it at him and he leaned forward and stabbed her in the heart many times until she was dead. He then sliced a calligraphic K on her stomach and proceeded to mutilate her body with the knife disgustingly.
Removing the rest of his clothing, he silently slipped out the door, hiding in the room across the hall just as the other girl clicked open the door with the mutilated body. She screamed as he sneaked up behind her, silently sliding a knife towards her…
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Dark stood on a hill silently. No one was around anywhere. Silently, he removed his shirt and concentrated hard.
After a few minutes, his shoulder blades turned pitch black and began to grow out. Ten minutes after he had started, and they were two feet long sticking out from his back.
Another five minutes, and they began to shape, and five minutes after that they had grown drastically.
Roughly an hour later, two immense black and violet bird-like wings folded around his body, awaiting flight.
What happened was this. While dead, he had read more about angels and family identities. He read about himself, Krad, and more from other families. The Niwas and Hikaris were the only people strong enough to summon their tenshi. Yes, tenshi, it was called.
So he thought, one day, if Krad had wings, why couldn't he? Why'd he have to use Wiz?
He found a method for summoning the tenshi in one of the books he had found. After summoning, their was two pages devoted to growing the wings. Krad had done it, and now Dark had as well.
Clutching a slip of paper on which were the address, phone numbers, mug shots (speeding), and other things of Daisuke Niwa, he jumped into the air and let the wings do the work.
'Tokyo, get ready.' Dark thought as he flew south-east , perpendicular to the wind. 'Get ready for the return of the Thief.'
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I really need a shower… I would have won $100 bucks on Bingo if it wasn't for that damn B2… Kinda pissed. Get ready for the return of the Title! Lol…
-Adam
