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 15

Something woke him up. He slowly opened his eyes. What had woken him?

His purple eyes took in the room he was in. It was his. But he couldn't find anything that could have woken him up. It must have been a dream. He closed his eyes again to go back to sleep. He was tired.

Just as he had closed his eyes someone knocked on the door. He sighted and opened his eyes again. He saw that someone tried to open the door but didn't succeed. He had locked his door the night before. He had wanted to be alone. Not that anyone would disturb him but he felt safer if he locked the door.

The one who was trying to get into his room didn't give up and the knocking got louder. Who ever it was wanted him. If he didn't answered the door maybe the one gave up? No, there was no way that was going to happen. He sighted and left his bed to walk over to the door.

The lock on the door was really simple and he was surprised that the person on the other side hadn't tried to unlock it.

He unlocked and opened the door. Outside stood a sad and angry looking Krad. The purple-eyed boy stepped back and let the angel into his room. When the angel was inside he closed the door behind him before turning around too see the angel sitting on his bed staring at nothing with tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong Krad?" he asked and quickly walked up to the angel, taking one of his hands. "You can tell me."

The angel turned his head and let his eyes focus on the dark angel before him. One tear found itself rolling down his cheek. The dark angel reached out and removed it from the angel's cheek because it didn't belonged there.

"Tell me what's wrong," the dark angel begged the angel sitting on his bed.

The angel took a deep breath and opened his eyes to speak but no sound came out. More tears began to roll down his cheek.

"I don't know what to say," the angel said in a weak voice. "My father has decided that I should marry someone..."

The dark angel stared at him. The angel will marry someone but whom?

"With whom?" he asked the angel. In a way he didn't wanted to know the answer. He knew it wouldn't be him. There wasn't only one reason to that. But the biggest reason must be that the angel's didn't like him at all. He didn't even looked at him if he was in the same room. Of cause he couldn't let his son marry the most hated person in this society. Not that the angel liked him that way either. The angel was the only one that was nice to him and he liked him. But he couldn't help that he loved the angel. Yes he loved him and he could tell himself that but he couldn't tell the angel. He was afraid of losing him if he did. If he lost the angel he would have no one. He couldn't risk their friendship for a stupid crush. And now he already has lost the angel in a way. If he were going to get married why would he stay with him?

"With someone I don't like," the angel said breaking the dark angel's thoughts. "My father wants me to marry Riku." The angel let more tears roll down his cheeks before hiding his face in his hands.

The dark angel stared at him before he sat down on the bed next to the angel and held him in a soft embrace letting the angel cry all he wanted. The dark angel could feel one tear rolling down his own cheek. The angel's father couldn't have chosen a more not suitable fiancée to his son. The dark angel know how much the angel hated Riku. Ever since they had been children the angel's father had forced the angel to play with Riku. It didn't matter that the angel complained about her. Probably the angel's father still didn't know what this Riku had done to his son. The dark angel still remembered that she had to him and the angel.

The angel had always dragged him with him when he had to play with Riku but that didn't Riku like so she pulled their hair out. And sometime she tied them up in different rooms and hit them until they cried. Sometimes she just tied him up and let the angel look while she hit him or cut his hair. She was evil way couldn't the angel's father se that. How can he tell his son to marry that kind of girl?

He could feel the angel calming down against him. He didn't want it but he let go as the angel tried to sit up by himself again.

"Feeling better?" he asked. The angel didn't look better but there was nothing he could do.

"A little bit," the angel answered. His eyes were red and the dark angel didn't like the sad look in them.

"When will the ceremony be?" he asked.

"In three weeks," the angel answered. "When those three weeks are gone I will be engaged with that bitch. I hate her why did my father pick her?"

"I'm sorry Krad," the dark angel said. "I wish I could do something for you."

"Just being here helps Dark," the angel said. "Please hold me."

The dark angel embraced the angel again and let him fall asleep on him. In three weeks his friend would be out of his reach. The tears he had held in were now rolling down his cheeks. This wasn't fare. Why did the angel have to get marry? He looked down on the angel that was sleeping peaceful in his arms. He looked like he wanted to stay there and not wake up.

"You will never be mine," he whispered to the angel with tears rolling down his cheek before placing a kiss on his forehead.

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The thief woke up with tears in his eyes. If the angel had been right this was a memory. Was all his memories from that place this sad? How long after this memory had the first one taken place. Had the ceremony of the angel and this Riku taken place? Was the angel engaged or was he free? Not that he could think of that now. He needed to find the angel and get out of this place again.

He rose from the bed and walked up to the door. His hands found the lock and he started to unlock it. But before he was half was the door was opened by a man – a smiling man. The thief stood up and looked the man in the eyes. It was the man that had had the whip earlier. The thief stood shocked before him and didn't react until it was to late as the man put a chain on the collar that still was around his neck. The man smiled and started to walk away from the room with the chain in his had dragging the thief after him.

The man led him to a small dark room. The man's smile didn't disappear as he handcuffed the thief's hands to the wall. The thief couldn't resist. There was something that stopped him. Soon the thief stood tied to the wall his hands were tied right out on each side of him making his body form a cross. The man that had tied him there laughed at him.

"You will not get away this time fallen angel," the man said. "The trick you used last time will not succeed this time. This room is not letting you use magic," a big smile spread on the man's lips. "Wait here I need to get something. Something like a whip and an angel."

The thief looked after the man as he left the room leaving him alone. A whip and an angel. Was he going to use the whip on the angel or on him? What did they want? He didn't know anything. They had said that they wanted some answers from him but what kind of answers did they want?

After some minutes the man came back with the angel. The angel didn't looked well. What had they done to him? The man that had tied him to the wall tied the angel up on the wall that was opposite of his. The man still smiled before once again leaving the room. Was he to get the whip this time?

The thief looked at the angel before him. He looked like he had been hit over and over again. The angel's hair was tangled and dirty; not longer the shining blond hair it once was.

"I'm sorry," the thief said. "This is my fault. They want something for me and I dragged you into this."

The angel looked up at him meting his eyes. Those eyes held the same impression as the eyes in his dram. Sad and angry. But they were not angry with him.

"This is not your fault," the angel said.

They didn't have time to say more because the man that had left them in the room came back holding a whip in his hand. The smile was still on his lips and he let the whip touch the thief's chest. Once, twice... three times he let the whip get in contact with the thief's chest before he stepped up to the thief and placed a hard kiss on his lips. The angel stared at the thief and the man kissing him. Was that man sick or something? He saw the man take a step back from the thief and let his fingers trace the wounds he had caused with the whip then licking the blood of his fingers, laughing. How long will this go on? Who was the man going to torture him or the thief? Or both? They wanted something from the thief were they going to torture him to get the thief to talk about something he couldn't remember. Didn't they know that the thief couldn't remember anything from his old home? 'Cause he was sure it wasn't anything in this world that the thief know and they wanted to know.

"Are you ready to talk now?" the man asked the thief.

"What do you want to know?" the thief said. Not meting the man's eyes.

"I want to know the way to your home."

The thief raised his head and met the man's eyes.

"I don't know the way," he said.

The man quickly turned around and let the whip connect with the angel's chest this time.

"I'm asking you again. How do you get to your home?"

The man's angry eyes met the thief's purple. "Tell me now or your friend here is going to be in a lot of pain." The man raised the whip ready to strike again.

"I have already told you, I don't know," the thief shout. Why didn't he believe him?

The man let the whip connect with the angel's skin to many times to count. The angel's scream brought tears to the thief's eyes.

"Stop please stop," he pleaded. But the man just continued to whip the angel. "Someone please help us. Help the angel please."

The necklace around the thief's neck started to shine so did the ring on the angel's finger. He felt something getting tighter around his neck not letting him breath. Soon the pressure disappeared and let him breath again. Looking down he saw the collar that had been around his neck lying on the floor. He could also move his arms meaning that they weren't tied to the wall anymore. The thief could see the same thing happen to the angel. But when the bounds around his wrists disappeared he fell to the ground. The man with the whip started at the two angels like they had done something impossible.

"You can't do this," the man said staring at the thief as he walked up to the angel. "You can't use magic in this room. You can't."

The thief looked down on the angel before picking him up and let his wings out to fly away from the building. He ran from the man with the angel in his arms. Holding him close not wanting to drop him. As soon as he found an exit and he was out he let his wings carry them to the sky and to the angel's apartment seeing that he couldn't take the angel to his.

At the angel's apartment he lay the angel on his bed and looked for something to clean the wound with. The angel lie on the bed as his blood made the cover change color from white to red...

The thief soon came back and started to clean the unconscious angel's wounds.

Soon they were clean and he lay the angel under the cover that he had replaced with a new before he lay down beside him letting his arm embrace the angel.

This reminded him much of the dream he had had. If it was true the angel was engaged and not to him. Tears were once again rolling down his cheek and disappeared in the angel's hair. If they were going home he will lose the angel but could they stay here now?

"We must find a way to get home," he whispered in the angel's ear before placing a kiss on the forehead and fell asleep too.

In his sleep the thief's hand found its way to the ring on the angel's finger. None of the angel's noticed the light the ring gave away. But it formed a ring of light around the thief's finger.

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A/N: Chapter 15 and soon this story will be over I think. they will soon get "home". And Krad's engagedment was just something that poped up in my head. anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter and please review. untill next chapter