Disclaimer: If I owned DN Angel, the rating would be considerably higher than T…
Authors Note: I am SO sorry I haven't posted in so long. I got back to Toronto 4 days after posting the last chapter. There's just too much to do now that I'm technically in civilization, so I barely get time to write.
So, will I kill Krad? Maybe. Will I kill Satoshi? Maybe. Will Dark be there? Maybe. Will I kill Riku? I don't know, she isn't even in this chapter. Thanks for saying I'm not annoying you all.
Oh my God. 77 reviews at last count. I DEM ALL! Whoever is the hundredth reviewer I will write a special one-shot for, with the hundredth choosing both the pairing and the anime. That should keep people reviewing, mm?
This chapter's dedicated to someone that none of you know, so it's pointless in saying the name.
Ohayo Good Morning
Kagehinata Double-faced (tell me if I'm wrong)
Also a note that no one will care about: I've shortened my line-break from 24 zeros to 10 zeros, mainly because it takes less than half the time. It now looks like:
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Return of the Thief
Ch. VIII
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Daisuke awoke at ten at night to the feeling of something being gently placed on his face. Startled, he opened his eyes.
Finding a piece of paper on his face, he whirled it off and looked around. He was in his own bedroom, unhurt, and there was no one in the room.
Stalking through his entire condo and checking every hiding spot imaginable, he came to the conclusion that there was no one in his home but himself, and the wind blew the paper onto his face. Yes.
Just because there wasn't a single window open in the condo didn't mean there couldn't be wind, right?
Utterly perplexed, Daisuke sat on his bed and accidentally crushed the paper. Hearing it, he got up and was able to read…
"Tonight at eleven, I'll be coming… to take the 'Kagehinata'. –Dark"
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Standing over Krad's dying form, Satoshi stared in disbelief. There were merely bruises in place of wings, loose blond hair instead of an iron cross. Quickly, Satoshi shook the unconscious body awake.
"Krad?"
"My Satoshi…" The (now literally) fallen angel said, with his eyes closed.
"You're dying."
"Thanks, love. Do me a favor?"
"Anything."
Krad opened his eyes which held a manic glint.
"Kill the Niwa. I want the thief to suffer… worse than I…"
"I can't kill-" Satoshi was cut off by Krad's finger.
"You can. Why don't I… help you?"
The body which Satoshi had leaned on disappeared and turned into a golden-white mist, which ghosted into the blue-haired man.
"Wha-" Again Satoshi was cut off as he dropped to the floor and appeared to writhe in pain for what to him seemed like hours.
When the police commander stood, it was with golden eyes with the same manic glint.
"Yes, Krad…" the words were spoken in both Satoshi's and Krad's voice at once.
"Kill the Niwa… I'll do my best…"
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Dark waited in his namesake as the clock reached eleven, waiting for Daisuke… of course, he could walk in this very moment, but his constant need to be over-dramatic prevented him from doing anything of the like.
Eventually, Daisuke flipped on the light and walked in. It was 10:59. He sat down on a chair next to the Kagehinata, a painting depicting a tall sakura tree, half of which was rich with full blossoms as it would be in the spring, and the other slowly dropping as in the fall. It was one of Daisuke's earliest and most treasured paintings.
The thief stepped forward as the clock in the other room slowly chimed eleven times.
"A beautiful painting, this." Dark said, walking forward and picking up the painting.
The artist visibly tensed and slowly turned.
"Well, I'm supposed to steal it and return it to the Niwas, or in this case, the remaining Niwa. So here you go."
Dark plopped the painting onto Daisuke's lap. He met the eyes of the thief and blanched.
"Dar-"
"I'm terribly sorry to interrupt what would surely be an extremely touching moment… But really, I don't have time for silly lover's antics… Niwa… die."
With that, Satoshi walked into the room, holding a long black staff tipped with two blades. A double ended spear. As he smiled malevolently at the two, white wings sprouted from his back, knocking canvasses and paints to the ground in the narrow room.
"Satoshi…" Daisuke gaped.
"Hikari… what has he done to you?"
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I bet no one expected that, eh? Krad… semi-died, Satoshi hasn't died yet, Riku won't be mentioned until the last chapter now, Dark wasn't there… more questions for you.
Should Satoshi die fighting them? Yes, they will fight… Should the entire next chapter be a fight, or should I put a lemon in?
Some announcements… I'm not going to be able to update for over a week. I'm leaving on vacation on Sunday morning and returning on the following Sunday. I'll be able to write and check reviews, but not update.
Also, this story is maxing out at 10 chapters. I am not doing a sequel, but anyone else is welcome to continue it. I'll be doing the one-shot for the hundredth reviewer, and if that person wants a sequel, so be it. But that's all.
Now, do I write after this a Harry/Draco HP fic or a Scryed fic? Both I have pretty good ideas for… I'm really stuck, so can you, faithful reviewers, help me decide? Damn, what a long AN.
-Adam
