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 5
"The fallen angel?" Dark asked.
"Yes. You are the fallen angel." Krad said and sat down in a chair and studied Dark. He looked like he didn't believe him. That didn't surprise him. He wouldn't have believed him either. "The necklace is named after who it was made for. And it was made for you or it wouldn't be around your neck." Krad reached out to touch it and the letters started to glow again. "Then I'm trying to touch it glows it's strange. It shouldn't do that. To anyone but you it would just be a necklace. Why does it glow when I'm near? I don't get it. Do I have something to do with it?"
"Krad?" Dark asked interrupting his rambling. "Have you always lived here? Has this world always been your home?"
He looked at Dark, what did he mean? He couldn't remember anything else than this world but as the old man said he was an angel and angels don't live here. And the old man had also said something about things he couldn't remember and that he hadn't have time to help him getting his memories back. So he probably wasn't from this world but why did the thief ask that question?
"I don't think so I can't remember any other home but someone told me I wasn't from here," he answered the thief.
"Me nether until today. Before I came here I had a dream." He stopped should he tell Krad about his dream? Yes... he needed to know what the dream had meant and if he had known Krad before. "I dreamt of leaving an old home. The feelings in the dream were mine. I felt that. I left that home leaving only one friend behind. I only had one friend there. One more than I have now. But that was not why I left; I wasn't welcome in that home. My fried was but he had white wings. I hadn't and still don't have white wings. I was different and not one of them." His feelings from the dream came back and he felt like crying like he had done then he walked trough the portal. He felt something wet on his cheeks he did cry. He closed his eyes. Soon he felt arms around him.
"Don't cry my black angel," Krad whispered in his ears. "Everything will be alright, I promise. Don't cry."
Dark tried to stop crying. But it took him a long time doing it. Krad whispered soft words in his ear trying to calm him. He didn't hear what the angel said but his soft voice helped him calm down, until he stopped crying and just relaxed in the angel's arms. "Thank you," he whispered.
"We need to talk but we can't now," he said. "In a month I must try to capture you. I tried to quit but I couldn't. My boss didn't allow me to quit. He is only 14 but you cannot say anything against him. He is creepy. And I signed the papers for a month. And if I'm hired for a month, we shouldn't be seen together. If my boss finds out I'm not trying to capture you when I see you I'll be in deep problem and so will you. I will see you in a month it's safer. For both you and me," after he said that he let the thief go and turned him around. "Before you go can I please see your wings?"
The thief looked at him before he closed his eyes and let his wings out. The angel took a step back and looked at the thief. He couldn't take his eyes from the wings; they were big and really felt like they belonged on the thief. With them he looked more than pretty more than beautiful. "I love your wings," he whispered. He was stunned.
"Thank you, Dark whispered back. "In a month you said. We will talk in a month." With that he left the angel in the door he turned around and looked at the angel. "Good luck trying to catch me," he smiled before going out trough the door.
The angel just looked at the door that had closed behind the thief. He was only going to see the thief then he was trying to catch him, but in a month he would talk with him again. He would miss him. He didn't thought that he ever would miss a person after just meet them but the thief he would miss.
He moved his eyes from the door and walked into his bedroom. He already missed the thief. He lied down on his bed. The thief had had a dream. A dream about an old home he had said. And he had talked about a friend he had left, his only friend. The thief had asked him if he had lived in this world all his life, did the thief suggest that he was that friend? Where had that thought come from? Did the thief thought that he was his old friend? He sighted, he didn't know what to think. He couldn't remember being friend with the thief. He couldn't remember him at all. But the old man had said that he had lost his memory maybe that was it, maybe he had forgot the thief. He closed his eyes; he must stop thinking of the thief. He must stop thinking of him for a month. A month is a long time. He sighted before closing his eyes and fell asleep.
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He felt something was missing; something that always was there. He felt empty without knowing why. He climbed out of the bed. The room was empty except for him, that didn't surprise him. He went out of the room he saw people in the hallway but still he felt something missing. Something he needed. Something he always had near. The more he walked the more he felt alone. He heard people talking about something but he didn't hear what. He felt scared, he couldn't understand what he was missing but it was something. He walked until he could see his friend's room. He know that there was many here that didn't wanted his friend here but this was his friends home as much as theirs. He also knew that his friend didn't know everything they said about him. He felt sorry for his friend. This was his home and they didn't except him. Much were said about him too because he was friend with his friend. But why shouldn't he be friend with him? What had he done not to be accepted? He was only different in one way – his wings – his dark purple wings.
He walked into his friend's room to see if his friend was awake, the room was still dark. He smiled. His friend didn't like mornings.
"Dark it's time to go up," he said and walked closer to the bed. Dark?"
Something was wrong. Why didn't Dark wake up? He walked even closer to the bed. Once there he saw why Dark didn't wake up, he wasn't there. He took a few steps back. Dark wasn't there, Dark was gone... Why had he disappeared? He must be here somewhere. He ran from the room to look for his friend. Dark was never up early, why was he up and gone now? He searched everywhere for Dark but he couldn't find him. Where was he?
"Have you seen Dark?" he asked everyone he walked by, but no one had seen him, he was really gone.
"He has to be here somewhere," he told himself as he walked back to Dark's room. Feeling that he would find an answer in there.
Dark's room was still dark. He opened the curtains to let the light in and looked around in the empty room. There had to be some clue in the room that will tell him there his friend was. He looked around and felt, like Dark he had a gift. His gift was different from Dark's; he could feel emotions and what he felt in the room was sorrow. Like Dark had been sad last time he had been in this room. What scared him was that he didn't felt any other emotion. He knew that Dark had laughed in this room, but any trace of that emotion was gone. He had been everywhere in this room with that sad feeling he had felt. He had whipped out every happy emotion that he had felt. He felt like crying then these emotions reached him.
He was one of the few who knew about Dark's gift. Had Dark been out and heard what people had said about him. He had heard that they had talked about and it hadn't been nice today, if Dark had heard it he would be sad. To find Dark he must follow the sad emotion. He was sure that if he followed the emotion he would find Dark.
He walked out of the room and followed the emotion that was leading down the hallway. The longer down the hallways the stronger the emotion grew. He knew that Dark at this point had been close to tears but he hadn't cried. He stopped he recognized there he was and he was sure where Dark had gone.
"No Dark," he whispered. "Don't tell me you did that," tears now found its way down his cheeks as he run toward the portal he know Dark had gone through. Once there he stopped and felt for emotions. The emotion of sorrow was stronger than before; he knew that at this point Dark had cried. He looked at the portal and fell to his knees. He had lost his friend. He had lost everything. Dark was gone forever. He had never cried as much as he cried now. He had lost his best friend but not only that. He had felt something for his friend. He had wanted to have him for more than a friend. Now he was lost to him and he knew whose fault it was. Everyone in this place was to blame. Everyone...
"Krad," a voice behind him said. "What's wrong?"
Krad red eyes looked up and met two calm sky blue eyes. "He is gone," he said.
"Who is gone? Krad I have never seen you like this, who is gone?"
"Dark," he whispered. "You drove him away. I hope you all are happy know then he is gone. He probably heard everything you said about him. And that made him not feel welcome and he left. He has lived here for 17 yeas and you never let him feel welcome, you drove him away. How could you, he was one of us. He had dark purple wings and because of that he wasn't welcome. You never said his name when you were talking about him but if you didn't wanted him to knew that you felt you wouldn't had talked then he was in the room. He had a gift. He knew then someone was talking about him even if they didn't spoke his name. And today everyone was talking about him and that drove him away. He is gone, he has walked trough the portal." He stopped there to breath. He was mad at everyone; they had driven away his friend. Dark was gone and alone where he was. And Dark left him here alone too. He would miss Dark, a lot. He run away from the portal and Dark's feeling toward his own room there he fell on the bed and cried like he never had cried before.
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Krad woke up with tears in his eyes. Dark had been right he had known him before. They had been best friends. And now they didn't even know each other. He hadn't taken a new name. His name had been Dark in that other home too. Was it there he was suppose to take him back? Did Dark really want to go back there? He hadn't been welcome there. His tears found their way down his cheek. Why was he here?
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A/N: Here was chapter 5. Did you like it? it should have been up yesterday but I went to Gothenburg, had things to do. :) and I thought that I would have time to finnish the chapter and to put it out before I had to leave but no I was to mush of an optimist yesterday but now it's up. please review.
Rewiws:
Manami Nakaoki: I know, sometimes pop up blockers are really anoying. my dad has one but there I can alow pop ups when I need them :) which is good when you are on I hope you injoyed this chapter, it maybe was little sappy but I like it.
Koway Oceshia: I really hope thing are falling to place. fore Daisuke I don't know maybe maybe not. he may have a small part later but i haven't plan anything with him. not that I have planed anything. ;P
Hakudoshi-chan: a small kiss yes. there has to be one here and there. ;P
Dark Mousy 0: I know cliffies can be anoying but I hope I updated fast enough for you. I'm glad you like this story.
neko-nya: Is this soon enough for you? yes Dark only had one friend, it a little bit sad but it had to be that way.
punkergirl-Aira: I know it's short I can't write long chapters. I lose everything if I try making long chapters. I don't know why but if I
start writing a long chapter the chapter lose it right colour.but if you look at it this is the longest chapter in this story. maybe they will get
longer they just can't lose the feeling in them.