I do not own DN Angel or anything associated with it, except for this story and others I may possibly write.

NOTE: By the way, Krad and Dark have their own bodies now.

Daisuke Niwa rolled over on his side and rubbed his eyes. He wouldn't get any sleep tomorrow night, as his grandpa was inviting a few of his monkey (MONK-LIKE) friends over. He should be sleeping right now...but somehow he couldn't.

The young boy sighed heavily as he climbed down his bed ladder and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe he was just hungry. He'd just get a snack and go back to bed. A warm glass of milk and a few cookies would do. Now where was the fridge?

Daisuke grunted as he hit a random wall. Damn, there was no moon that night. How was he supposed to see anywhere with only the dim streetlights shining through the window? He just wanted to eat then go back to bed. It was too cold of a night to be strolling around the house without the heater on.

A small draft caused him to begin shivering. That was funny...none of the windows were open, and he could have sworn he locked and bolted both the front and back door. Daisuke suddenly noticed that it was a little lighter in the kitchen than before. He could see his way around now.

He could see the open front door.

Muffling a gasp, the boy ran over to it and stuck his head out into the crisp autumn air, squinting into the dark hedges. He couldn't see anything out of place, but something felt wrong. He left the door open and took a few steps out onto the street to get a better look of the neighbourhood. No, everything really looked fine. Maybe it was just his imagination...

All rational thoughts flew out of Daisuke's head as all the streetlights, one by one, began to shut off on their own. Just as the one above his head flickered down, he heard the front door to his house slam shut.

What the hell was happening? What was going on?

Inflicted with the sudden urge to scream bloody murder and run down the street, the Niwa boy spun around and flailed frantically.

Which way was left? Where was right? What was going on? WAS HE GOING TO DIE?

But, just then, all the streetlights turned back on, and the front door creaked open. Overwhelmed with the feeling of relief, but still scared to hell about what had happened, Daisuke tiptoed over to the door and peaked inside...

And all the paintings were gone.

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Dark Mousey rolled back and forth on the balls of his feet. Damn, this secretary sure was slow. He had been waiting for over ten minutes and she still had yet to give him his timetable. This school had already made a bad impression on him, and he hadn't even been there for a day yet.

Peering a little closer, the teen noticed that the secretary was awfully still. She had her head bent over some document, and Dark briefly wondered if she was asleep.

"Here you are." he heard here say right before he was about to shake her shoulders. Hm, so she was actually doing something after all.

The dark teen snatched the timetable out of her awaiting and quickly looked it over without saying thanks. The lady had pissed him off enough already, so he wasn't about to go and thank her for it. Would all the other teachers be like this? Or, more importantly, were the students going to be as fat assed as the woman in the chair before him?

Sighing, Dark looked down at his timetable again. He'd just have to find out in -he ran his finger along the first line-...English class.

Well, that would be okay. English was mandatory, so he didn't have to worry about there being only nerds, jocks, girlies, or shy people. He'd have them all mixed together! Smiling in approval, Dark whirled around and strided out of the office. He was already late enough as it was, so he really had to get going.

The halls were pretty empty for being only ten minutes into class. Where were the tardy people? The druggies? The skittish girls who were late just for attention? And where were the people like him- the new people?

As if someone had been reading his very thoughts, a rather lost looking angel passed by him. Dark had to do a double take. What the hell! An angel? Picking up his pace, the teen saw that it was just his mistake. There was no one there, only the empty halls and the worn down lockers. But how could his eyes play tricks on him? He was Dark Mousey, and nothing, not even his own friggin' eyes, were going to fool him! He had seen what he saw! There was an angel in this school! And he was going to find him!...her..it...whatever!

His slightly less un-realistic mind clicked in and reminded him of his class, which he, coincidently, had ended up right beside. Puffing out his chest and putting on a big, cocky smirk Dark knocked on the door and watched as his English teacher (that was his teacher, right?) opened it.

"Ah!" she said with a sweet smile, "You must be..."

"Dark Mousey." the teen said as he walked in.

"Yes, well...Class? This is Dark Mousey, our other new student. Dark, would you tell us a bit about yourself?"

Almost all of the students sitting down looked up in extreme interest. All the girls were looking at him with either adoration or lust (some of the guys, too), and most of the males seemed either jealous or doubtful. There was a few students, though, whose expressions he couldn't read at all, and that shadow in the back corner...it was just annoying him to hell.

"Well," Dark said lazily, trying very hard to seem utterly indifferent, "I like to act and..."

He walked to the nearest desk and leaned on it, looking down at the flushed girl before him, "...play around..."

Many of the girls in the class giggled and squeeled, causing most of the remainder population to grunt and hiss in irritation. This only made Dark smirk more, but his mind still lingered on that back corner. Someone was sitting there, but who? A nerd? A goth?

A cheerleader?

"Yes, hm...very good, Dark." the teacher brightened up even more, "Now who should you sit beside? Hmhm...Oh, yes! How about beside our other new student, Krad?. He's in the back corner."

The dark teen swaggered to the back of the room and waited as the shadow at the back of the classroom engulfed him, too. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the different lighting, but soon enough he found himself looking into the eyes of...

The FREAKIN ANGEL!

HA! He had been right! Dark mentally did a victory dance. There was an angel in the school! Yes! His eyes had not betrayed him! They never would! He was too good for them, so IN THEIR FACES!

Quickly sitting down, the teen looked over the boy sitting beside him. Blonde hair, gold eyes, pale skin...white clothes, sexy frown. Oh yes, this was definately an angel. There was no doubt about it. Now, all he had to do was...ask him! But he couldn't just come right out and say, "Hi, my name's Dark Mousey! Are you a freakin' angel?"

No, that didn't sound very good, so he stuck with, "Hey, you're Krad, right?"

The blonde looked over and sent him a nod, "That's what the teacher said."

ooOOOOOOooooh, how very down to earth.

"So, you're new here?" Dark tried again.

The angel, Krad, gave him a funny look, "Yes."

"Great! So am I!" the dark teen smiled, receiving only a frown in return.

Man, what a wierd kind of angel.

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"Okay! Let's get straight to the point today, class! We have much work to do! Beginning this very moment, each of you will be demonstrating to me your acting skills! As we will be starting...(drumroll)...a play! One that I made up! Now, grab a piece of the script each, and get into line with a pair!"

Surprisingly enough, Dark Mousey had gotten Krad in his drama class, too. So, of course, he did what any normal idiot would do, and marched straight up to him. He was going to be as less straightforward as possible, to get some conversation started. Yes, let's make an attempt...

"Hi, my newfound partner!"

Hm, maybe that wasn't what he was really shooting for, but it would have to do. Hell, this guy looked like a good actor, anyway. What a good reason to become his partner. Maybe he'd even have time to ask him if he happened to have a pair of white wings under that white jacket of his.

Krad looked at him, seemingly confused. Hm...he looked good confused.

"Wha?"

"You heard me!" Dark smiled widely and slung an arm around his shoulder, noticing ever so slightly how good he smelt, "You're my partner! Come on, I want to get close to the front of the line!"

Krad, obviously unsure of what to do, let himself be guided to the third pair in line, and watched uncomfortably as the first two went up.

"But." one of them said in a monotone voice as he flipped the page, "This...Is not right why are you defying. The law...Hm?"

The other one, the girl, went down slowly onto both her knees, "Because," she said with way too much passion and exaggeration, "I love you SOOOOOooo much!"

"Wonderful!" the drama teacher forced out, "Now, next. Reva and Frehj, our best actors!"

A two rather funny looking pair got up onto the stage, immediately jumping into the scene.

"I'd do anything for you!" the girl said in a squeeky and snooty voice, as she launched herself into her partner's arms.

"As I would for you..." the boy said awkwardly, obviously way out of character.

Right away, the two started frenching passionately on the stage, oblivious to the fact that that was not the kissing scene. The teacher (director, whatever) quickly shooed them off and called Dark and Krad up.

If those last two were the best actors, Dark just knew he was the god.

"So you're the one they've all been talking about," he said in a seductive voice as he pinned Krad to the side wall and glanced briefly at his notes, "I've heard you were the first one to get out of my...traps."

The dark teen ran his hand down the other's arm and continued, "But why, I wonder, hm?" Krad shivered and pushed his back up closer to the wall, "You knew I'd catch you eventually."

Dark lightly bit the teen's neck, making sure to- not visibly, of course- run his tongue alongitin a circle. A rush of excitement flushed through him as Krad shuddered again. He could tell it was a real one, this time. Ha! He made an angel nervous!

Suddenly, Dark felt a hand push lightly at his chest, causing him to back off a little. Wow, he wasn't even expecting that. He had forgotten they were acting.

" Yes, I knew." Krad looked him straight in the eye, glaring him down, "but I still managed to do something in the meantime. I don't give up, Dark."

The angel walked a little closer to him, but he stood his ground.

"Unlike you..." Krad said the last word lustfully, and Dark found himself suppressing the urge to smirk. He liked the way he said his name. It made him sound ever so...dark...

He took a step forward, causing Krad to look mildly surprised.

"Oh, I don't give up..." Dark slowly wrapped his arms around the other's slim waist, letting his hands linger behind him for a moment, then pulling completely back.

The room was silent for a second, then Krad let out a real, honest-to-god, surprised gasp. He struggled slightly, then turned a little to see his hands better.

Suddenly, the class burst out in applause. Dark had successfully tied the angel's hands back with no one, not even the angel himself, knowing he had done it.

Damn, he was a good actor.