Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, some manga, a few pieces of fan art, and some of the ideas that help the story.

A/N at end… Read it, there's some important stuff there.

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Return of the Thief

Ch. VI

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At roughly 2 PM Daisuke got up from his bench and admired the scene from his dream, a black-winged angel fighting a white-winged high in the sky on a medium sized canvas. Walking out of the studio, he saw the painting he had done earlier, the two people sleeping. Daisuke knew exactly who he was going to put there, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

There was a knock on his door, and the artist went to open it.

In front of him was a girl with a few sheets of paper. Normally Daisuke would have paid attention to her, but she had kind of a 'fuck-me' undertone that he never liked in a person.

"Hello… I'm Kimiko Ito from building management… I've just been hired here under the position of facilities reservation, and Mr. Shintani told me…"

'Oh shit.' The redhead thought, watching her face.

"Daisuke Niwa! Oh my God, I just bought a print of your 'Keys' for my boyfriend's birthday, if I could get your autograph to go with it that would be amazing… could you make it out to Isamu please?"

Getting a black gel pen from the kitchen and a piece of paper, in a tall, narrow, and somewhat messy he wrote 'Happy Birthday, Isamu… -Dai.' And did his signature after.

As the smiling fangirl stepped back into the elevator, the artist chuckled once he realized she had forgot to tell him what she had come for.

He sat down and started drawing aimlessly, wondering what the outcome would be.

Daisuke sat there drawing for almost three hours, when he was halted by a loud noise coming from his balcony.

When the redhead looked out the balcony door, his curious expression turned to one of terror and confusion…

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Riku shuddered as she felt warm breath on her neck, and turned around slowly to find nothing.

"How inobservant you are… Makes me want to do simply unmentionable things to you, my dear…" The voice came from behind.

She whipped her small pistol out of her pocket and pointed it at the heart of her attacker.

"Hypocrite. Always assess all strengths of your enemy before challenging." She shot back.

Riku faced the light-haired man and was surprised to see a completely naked man with an erection who was somewhat splattered in blood.

"Your sister screamed for you, you know. It's not my blood."

Keeping a calm face and fighting down her emotions as she had been trained through years of martial arts studies, she shot the small pistol at the man's heart and watched her bullet go through nothing but air, eventually lodging in a wall.

Riku looked behind her to see the same man with growing peaks from his back, and was startled and amazed when they burst into white wings.

"As you said…" The man came forward, twisted the pistol out of her hand, and threw it down with such force that it made a gigantic dent in the hardwood floor.

"Hypocrite."

Ten minutes later, Krad had put on some loose black pants that he had found on the neighbor's laundry line and flew to a circular, modern building in an expensive fashion district in downtown Tokyo, leaving Riku to deal with her injuries.

He hovered outside the second-highest floor of the building and picked up a chair on the balcony, flinging it through the window. As Daisuke looked up in horror, the blond wore a sadistic smile, perfectly aware of the black-winged man flying at full speed towards him.

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Dark neared Tokyo at about 5 PM. He had stopped for the night at some small town with a very long name he couldn't remember and slept in until almost noon.

Closer and closer to Daisuke, he flew; occasionally stopping to get a drink or a snack in a town he flew over.

He eventually came to downtown Tokyo; quickly spotting the building that he had watched Daisuke in for so long.

Seeing white wings hovering outside Daisuke's window, coherent thought was lost from his mind and primal instinct took over.

Krad hates Daisuke.

Krad will kill Daisuke.

Dark must kill Krad.

Dark must protect Daisuke.

Forming an elegant sword in his hand not caring to consider how he had done it, the phantom thief full at full speed towards the white-winged evil.

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The Half-Blood Prince came out at midnight last night, and I've already finished it. It took me 20 hours and 8 minutes to finish it but I only actually read for 6 hours or less. IS THIS NORMAL?

Four people now have told me that Dark has purple hair, and I've wrote brown in this fic. THE MANGA AND THE ANIME ARE NOT THE EXACT SAME. I advise anyone who has told me or is considering telling me that the famed phantom thief has violet hair to purchase or read manga volume #3 at your local Chapters, Barnes & Noble, Silver Snail, Anime Market, or whatever. I also advise you to take a thorough look at it...

Note: Written from July 14-16, 2005. This one took me a really long time; countless times I rewrote that scene at the end. However, posted on the 18 because it was finished at 11:20 pm on the 16 and I was out all day on the 17…

-Adam