HEY! Sorry it took forever to update! My Internet died, and when it was fixed I got major writer's block! I wasn't going to update yet, but I read the reviews, and I just had to! Oh, and Akkirako, I'm going to check out your story right after this!

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

Oh, by the way, I know Krad didn't

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Holy crap.

Dark stood gawking as Krad entered the swimming pool area. He hadn't expected the angel to be so friggin' hot without his shirt on. He had been expecting him to be good looking, yes, but this just wasn't possible! This guy wasn't an angel…HE WAS GOD!

Did the room temperature go up a few degrees, or was it just him?

Slowly coming out of his trance, Dark began to wade into the swimming pool. He was going to push all thoughts of Krad to the back of his mind. Swimming. Concentrate on swimming.

The dark teen dipped his head under the water, came up soaked and began doing his laps. How many had the teacher said to do, again? Two, five, eighteen, or fifty? He could have sworn it was around there. Or was it ten? Sighing, he decided just to follow Krad, and do as many laps as he did.

As he began to swim behind him, though, his thoughts couldn't help but wander. Did Krad workout? Or did he just naturally have such a nice ass? Were those satin swimming trunks? And what would he look like without them-

NO! Too far! Dark stopped swimming and got out of the pool, trying not to look at Krad as he followed suit. There was a limit to what he would allow himself to think, and he had just crossed the line! Maybe he'd find a different partner…

But then, why would he do that?

Dark grinned. He still had yet to find out if Krad was an angel, and he wasn't going to just give up. No, he had to stick around him for a while more. He vowed to find out.

"Are you done your laps?" the possible angel asked from behind him (How had he gotten there?).

Dark held his breath and nodded. He would not think sick thoughts. He would not think sick thoughts. He would not think sick thoughts. He would not-

"Well, don't we have to practise CPR?"

Oh god, how could he not think sick thoughts? But then, a thought struck him. He had never done CPR before, and he couldn't just learn right away. Well, maybe Krad would go first. Hmmm, what would his lips taste li- NOONONONONO!

"But I don't know how to do it…CPR." Dark spoke cautiously. He didn't want to say something he was thinking.

"At least try," Krad groaned impatiently, "I'm sure you've seen it on movies, or something, so just attempt it, alright?"

"Fine." Dark sighed as the angel laid down on his back.

Looking quite vulnerable, the dark teen added silently.

Unfortunately, he actually hadn't seen any CPR movies, so he did the thing he thought was the closest to CPR.

He frenched him.

"Dark!" Krad exclaimed as he pushed the teen off of him, "That's not CPR!"

"I know," Dark smirked slightly at the angel's flushed face, "but it's the closest thing to CPR that I know."

The sound of the bell echoed through the halls.

"French?" Krad said feebly.

Too bad he was talking about their next class.

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Dark suppressed a chuckle for the eighteenth time that day. He couldn't get the look of Krad's facial expression from earlier out of his head.

The angel had just come out of the showers, and was wearing only a towel, when Dark had asked him, "Did you like it?" He would never forget that look for as long as he lived. He had burst out laughing right then, and, had his eyes not been blurred with joyful tears, he would have seen Krad scurry away with an expression just as hilarious.

And then there had been French class. Oh, how that had been embarrassing.

All of the students had had to pair up and practise random French sentences, because the teacher had a last minute meeting assigned to her, and the substitute was really stupid. Unfortunately for Dark, Krad was an ace at the subject, too, and when he had asked him to spend the night in his room, the teen had stunned him with an unexpected yes.

But he had been joking, of course. And it had been the angel's turn to laugh at his partner's facial expression.

Oh yes, the day had been great…but it wasn't over, Dark reminded himself, tuning into the teacher's rambling.

"…and I know a few of you have never even had a survival class before, but I figured that if we had to fit all the trips into one year, that we had to start early. But don't worry! I chose one of the easier ones, so it will just be like a lesson. Before class ends, you will choose a partner, and in a week from now, we will set off on a six-day survival trip. Since you're older, I'm sure you won't mind missing Halloween. Oh, and as for supplies…well, all you need is common sense, and a few matches!"

Immediately, the class had burst out into a thousand excited whispers of who their partners would be.

And Dark, of course, turned to Krad.

"So what do you think we should bring besides matches. You know, to make up for my common sense."

Oddly enough, Krad hadn't even looked surprised that he had been labelled Dark's partner. He must have been used to it. Well, that was to be expected…

"I don't know. I don't think we'll need much. Normally, there are limits to what you can bring…"

As if on cue, the teacher piped up, "Oh, correction! All you can bring is common sense and a few matches!"

And the class fell deathly silent.

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A slight breeze ruffled Dark's hair slightly, signalling him to spread his wings and begin the search for the fairy painting by John Hikari.

He landed silently on the ground, and crept ever so quietly over to the nearest window. Climbing in, he dodged a few traps, and avoided setting some off. He wanted to steal it quickly, tonight. There was no time for fun.

He opened the door ahead of him, and stalked over to the painting in the centre of the room. It was faced down, for some odd reason, but he knew, from the magical energy, that it was the fairy painting. But something else didn't seem right…

"I knew you'd come." Someone said from behind him.

Dark felt a rush of air, and then his hands were being held behind him. Twisting his head slightly to the left, the teen attempted to take a look at whoever was behind him. Dark's eyes met with Krad's.

"What? You're the thief?" he felt the angel's breath hot on his neck.

"And you the hunter? I would never have suspected you…" Dark laughed weakly, "Or maybe I would have…hm…"

Krad's grip slackened, "No, you can't be the thief. It just doesn't make sense…"

Taking the chance, the dark teen whipped around and pinned the angel to the floor, holding his arms above his head.

"And why not?" he whispered.

Dark felt the teen struggle beneath him, and he had to push his whole body up against him to hold on.

"Damn, you're strong…" the angel shuddered.

Dark laughed lightly, and smiled. He would get the painting tonight, he knew, even if it would be a little harder than he expected before.

"And you weren't expecting that?"

"N-no…" Krad muttered, seemingly very confused and barely alert.

Good…this is where he wanted him…

"And why not?" Dark whispered into his ear.

"Mmfmm."

The angel's body went limp, and the dark teen smiled as he dropped the feather that had been in his hand. Sleeping charms always worked best…

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Well, I hope you liked it! I'll try to update soon, but my computer's really crappy! I LOVE YOU REVIEWERS! You're so nice! I'm really sorry that this chapter's so short, but it was only half a day...