Author's Note: I do not own any part of DNAngel. All of the characters can be attributed to Yukiru Sugisaki's magnificent manga. I am just interpreting it. Nothing more, nothing less. This will be a story about Daisuke, Satoshi, and their winged counterparts, Dark and Krad. Please read and review this more than you did my last story, The Mirror of Lucerne, which is in the Final Fantasy Tactics Advance section, in case this inspires you to seek out my other works.

White Wings for Dark Angels, a DNAngel story:

Chapter One: I Need Your Mother's Signature...

From dark hearts spawn white wings, but purest hearts of darkness dream...

"That pair is top of the line, Mr. Niwa." The voice came from a smart-looking, redheadedwoman behind Daisuke, who was informing him about the sunglasses that sat in a glass case in front of him. "Not only do they look great, but they offer you the best protection from the California sunshine that money can buy." Her lips, glossy with a thick layer of lipstick, opened into a smile.

"May I try them on," he asked, motioning to an obsidian-colored frame in the corner.

The lady nodded, unlocked the case, and handed them to Daisuke. He put them on gently and looked in the mirror. They looked quite stylish on the dashing youth. And they'll look even cooler on me tonight, added Dark with a laugh. Daisuke laughed too, which obviously disconcerted the saleswoman, so he stopped. He had forgotten to remember that Dark was inside of him again, after the fiasco with the Sage of Sleep. Since then, he and Dark had used extra caution when stealing works of art done by the Hikari family, as they were quite likely to be booby-trapped--not to mention that fact that Krad would know how to work them to his will.

"I'll buy them," he said, and folded up the sunglasses.

"Perfect." She motioned for Daisuke to follow her. They came to the cashier's counter in the back, and the woman scanned the sunglasses. Then she boxed them, put them in a bag, and handed them to Daisuke. "That'll be 500 dollars."

Daisuke gulped. "500 dollars? What!" He had forgotten that his mother had told him things in California would be very expensive. He sighed, reached into his wallet, and pulled out his mother's Japanese credit card, TokyoBank Red.

The woman took the card eagerly, then frowned as she looked at it. "Did you steal this credit card, young man?"

Daisuke shook his head. "No, my mother gave it to me. Why?"

She sighed and handed the card back to him. "You need your mother's signature to use this."

Have her ring it up, Dark said inside Daisuke's head. Just trust me. And call Wiz on your cell phone.

Daisuke handed the card back to her. "Go ahead and ring it up. My mom is just outside, I can go get her."

The woman looked at him skeptically, but shrugged. "Whatever."

Daisuke rushed out of the store and around the corner until he was out of the saleswoman's sight, dialing his hotel room on the way. Wiz picked up on the other end. "Kyuuu..."

"Wiz, I need you here right away. And bring some of Mom's clothes."

"Kyuu kyuu-kyuuuuu," Wiz gurgled, then hung up.

So, Daisuke said to Dark, exactly what is the plan? Why do we need Wiz?

Wiz has to act like your mom and sign the form, Dark said. Somehow, Daisuke knew, the mischief was making him giddy with excitement. It made Daisuke nervous.

Suddenly, a small, furry white thing appeared in front of them, holding a green dress, a cornflower blue coat, and a bright pink, furry hat in its mouth. Its green eyes sparkled with happiness as it gazed upon Daisuke.

Daisuke sighed and petted it, just as a little girl saw it and ran away, screaming wildly. Another couple walked beside them and stared at Wiz peculiarly. "He's my dog," Daisuke explained sheepishly. The couple nodded anxiously and hurriedly walked away. Daisuke sighed. "Okay, Wiz. I need you to turn into my mom. Think you can do that?"

"Kyuuuu!" Wiz answered, and suddenly Daisuke's mom stood in front of him."Make your bed, dear," Wiz said cheerfully.

Daisuke groaned. "Don't say anything, Wiz. Be silent, okay?"

Wiz, now looking like Daisuke's mom, nodded. Trust me, Dark said, it's going to work. My plans always work. I am, after all, the Phantom thief, Dark!

Daisuke had planned on a retort, but Wiz had started wandering into the road, right in front of an oncoming taxi. Using his Phantom Thief reflexes, he grabbed Wiz by his outlandish coat and pulled him back onto the sidewalk. The taxi driver sped by, yelling curses in broken japanese as he went.

Wiz started shouting "Kyuuu kyu-kyuu-yuu," but Daisuke clapped a hand over his mother's mouth once again. This act received shocked looks from almost all passerby, as they had just seen a young man assault his mother. Daisuke, now flushed as red as his hair with embarassment, rushed his mother around the corner and into the door of the sunglass shop--

Only to meet with a solid glass door. Wiz collapsed and transformed back into his original self, which ellicited gasps from the saleswoman, who had just shut the door. Daisuke rubbed his head and grimaced, then realized with a start what had just happenend. He grabbed Wiz, who, through the fog of pain, understood somehow that they had to get out of sight. Unfortunately, his small mind couldn't comprehend that turning into Dark's wings, which he did immediately, would cause even more of a stir than what had just happened.

Frantically, Daisuke used Dark's reflexes to latch on to Wiz, who flew up into the air and over the Los Angeles skyline. All the while, Daisuke contemplated what his mother would say to him when she found out that he had lost her favorite hat.

Thank you for reading this story. If you like it, review it and let me know that! I won't continue to write it if you think it sucks! Plus, I just up and decided to write this out of the blue one day, so it probably does. Just review it and tell me!