Disclamer: I don't own anything with D.N.Angel... :(

Warnings: will be yaoi mean boy/boy relationship don't like don't read. in this story the Dark and Krad don't live inside Dai and Sato. they are little OOC

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Chapter 2

A few days after he had stolen the necklace he still didn't know how to take it of. He had tried everything but it was still stock on him. Each time he touched it the letters started to shine, like they wanted to tell him something. He just couldn't understand the message thought. It wasn't just the necklace that occupied his thoughts a certain blond angel sneak in sometimes too. Who was he? Was he going to see him again? That question was the one question he asked himself mostly. He wanted to see him again. He wanted to know who he was.

Pretty... the angel had called him pretty. Did he really think that? Was he pretty in the angel's eyes? He hoped that. Being called pretty of such beautiful creature was something he never had been before. No one has called him pretty before, no one. He liked being called that.

But now wasn't the time to think about anything except what he was about to do now. He had sent another notice meaning he had a job to do tonight. A Hikari art had just been transformed to a museum in town and he wanted it. He hadn't seen it yet but it was something about it that called him to it. He was going to have that painting in his house by tonight. He smiled; maybe the angel was going to be there so he could meet him again. He wanted to know the angels name. The angel hadn't answered his question the other night. That wasn't very nice, he had given his name but the angel had just ignored him then he was asking for his name. Why? That was really mean to do that. The angel had told him that he would get caught this time. Was it the angel who was going the catch him, or someone else? He hoped it was the angel. If he was going to get caught he wanted to get caught by the angel, no one but the angel.

Then it was time to steal he left his home and let With carry him to the museum. After looking for the best way in he want in by the roof. Today he was very careful. This because of what the angel had said. There was going to be some kind of surprise that he couldn't count out. He was sure of that. He sneaked carefully in the hallways of the museum knowing one wrong step and he would be caught.

"This is going to take long time," he thought. "I haven't been this careful in years. And even then I was careful I wasn't as careful as I am now. What's wrong with me?" But he knew what was wrong. The angel, he was careful because of what the angel had said. Only because the angel's words. "You are the one who think he can steal anything and get away. But that's not going to work anymore. You are soon going to get caught, but not today. Today the pretty thief will get away. But next time are you going to get caught." Those words were hunting him now. Next time are you going to get caught. Especial those words. This was next time, is he going to get caught now then. He didn't know...

After a long time sneaking in the museum he came to the room he was after. He hadn't seen anyone and that made him nervous. They were trying something. He sighted before taking the first look on the painting he was after. He wasn't prepared to see that he saw. As soon he set his eyes on the painting he had to take a few steps backwards. In the painting he could see the blonde angel he had met the other day. The angel in the picture had his back to the artist so his wings were the first things you saw. But the angel didn't look away from the artist he was looking right at him and smiling. He liked that smile, it was warm. He stepped closer to the painting and slowly touching the angel's face. He wished he could touch the really angel's face.

"You like it?" a voice from behind him asked.

He turned around and came face to face with the angel. He hadn't heard him coming. And he didn't like that he had sneaked up to him without him notice. But he could just stare at the white angel before him. With only white cloths he really looked like a pure creature, a pure angel. The angel still had his hair in a ponytail; he wanted to know how he looked with his hair down.

"Do you like the painting?" the angel asked him again.

"Yes," he answered. "But I like the original better." From behind his back he took out one bright white rose – which he had got on the way to the museum – and held it toward the angel. "To you my angel." he said.

The angel reached out and tock the rose. "You are one of your kind," he said. "No prey give its hunter a present."

"So it is you who are going to try capture me. I thought that but I wasn't sure." The thief said and started to leave the room. He turned around and looked at the angel one more time. "If you are the one who is going to catch me I'll like to know your name. I can't go around and calling you angel, can I?" he said and laughed a little then he saw the angel's reaction on his question. The angel held his rose with both hand before him and the thief almost wanted to steal him. If he had been an art he had stolen him, but he wasn't he was an angel which he couldn't steal. Even if he couldn't steal the real angel he still had a painting of him.

"I did thought a thief would go around with his loot." He said.

The thief stared at him. What did he mean?

"The necklace you are wearing isn't that the one you stole the other day?" the angel continued. He also stepped closer to the thief so close that he could reach out to touch the necklace. But as his hand came closer the letters started to shine again. The angel stared at the necklace or rather the letters on the necklace. "The fallen angel," he whispered. "You are the fallen angel?"

The thief could just stare at him. He the fallen angel? What was the angel saying? He wasn't any fallen angel. He wasn't even an angel. Why was the angel calling him a falling angel?

"What do you mean? I'm no angel, you are," he said.

The blond angel got out of his trance and looked the thief in his eyes. "Don't call me angel," he said.

The thief smiled at him. "What am I suppose to call you if you don't give me your name?"

"Krad," the angel said. "My name is Krad."

"Krad," the thief said. "I like that. But you are always going to be an angel in my eyes."

The angel blushed at that. So he wasn't used to being called that. The thief smiled, he decided to call Krad angel then he could. Krad was an angel in his eyes. The necklace was now forgotten just like both Dark and Krad wanted. Neither of them wanted to talk about it again. Dark didn't like having it stock around his neck, he was happy then he didn't remember it. But Krad seemed to know something about the necklace and he didn't want to talk about it.

"I would love to stay and chat more angel but I have to leave now." The thief said. "I've stayed to long already." Then he did something that surprised both of them he lent closer to Krad and placed a gentle kiss on Krad's lips. "You didn't catch me this time my hunter." He said. "Maybe you will next time." With that he left the room hoping he had shocked the blond angel – which now had a name – not to follow him. He quickly found his way out of the museum and flow home with With's help.

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The angel he had left stood at the same place he had stood then the thief left. He still held the rose he had gotten from the thief. He slowly raised the rose and smelled its lovely scent. It was his favorite kind of flower and even his favorite color of roses. Had the thief known that or had he just got the first rose he found? He most me stupid, he accepted a gift from his prey. Why does the pretty thief have to be his prey? Why did he have to be the fallen angel too? In years he had been looking for the fallen angel. He knew that the necklace wasn't the fallen angel, even if it was its name. The necklace belonged to someone and as it looked like it belonged to the thief. He had seen the necklace a couple of times – when everyone thought it had been lost – and then he had been closed to it, it had felt like it was looking for something. Now he know that was true it had been looking for something. It had been looking for the thief. If the thief were the fallen angel things would be complicated. He was hired to capture the thief; he had taking that job while he was taking a brake from looking for the fallen angel. To find the fallen angel was his real job, a job he had had for a long time. A long time ago he promised an old man to find the fallen angel. "Find the fallen angel it is lost on the world with no memory, find him and take him home." Those words the old man had said before dieing in Krads arms.

"I found him old man," he said out loud. "But I don't know how to take him home. To make things more complicated I'm assigned to capture him. What am I supposed to do?"

He sighted before leaving the room – which once had a painting with him on inside – still smelling the rose. He felt its petal touch his lips there the thief's lifts and been in the gentle kiss.

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A/N: The second chapter. Did you like it? Its kind of confuseing I think but you still get to know something. Please review.

Reviews:

dimonyo-anghel: Yes Dark and Krad are seperated from Dai and Sat. I wanted them to be that this time. I think the two boys will find their way into this story but I don't know for sure yet. :) What the necklace do. Can't say that. not yet you have to wait and see. ;P

neko-nya: Of cause he coudn't attack him the first night he must give him a little warning first. ;P You will find out later what the necklace do.;P

Manami Nakaoki: Thanks;P hope you like this chapter.

Hakudoshi-chan: Thanks. ;P I hope you like the second chapter as much as the first. :)