Too Tired To Think

Warning: Krad/OC, probably Mary Sue-ish qualities
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yukiru Sugisaki and Tokyopop owned DNAngel, Dark, Krad, Daisuke, Satoshi and any other characters mentioned in this chapter. However, I created Camilla and Asylum from my own thought and any use of them outside my work(s) needs written permission from me.

Part 2

Asylum completely forgot that she was in a museum, in the middle of the night, and on an assignment. The only thing she could recognize was that it's was Krad's fingers in her hair, that it was Krad that had her pressed up against a wall, and that Krad's lips were against hers.

It had been so long since they had been able to touch each other, always rushed and desperate in the dark. They tried to get as close as possible when they could, since they were always separated in the light.

Ow! That hurts! came a cry from inside, and subconsciously Asylum tried to push back her lover, though too weak to successfully do so. She had no clue why she was trying, and then she heard it again, Asylum! Make him stop!

Asylum realized Krad was mixing the kisses on her necks with painful bites, something she thought was ecstasy but her tamer wasn't too thrilled with.

"Krad," she panted, "Please stop. You're hurting..."

Krad pulled back, though he still had Asylum's wrist held above her head. "What Sy?" teased Krad, "can't handle it?"

"I can handle it," she replied, trying not to squirm too much, "my tamer's just a little weak."

Am not! shouted Camilla, that just hurts!

Krad leaned in again and continued his stream of caresses, though much gentler than before, but still as desperate. Asylum closed her eyes, wishing for eternal darkness so it could stay this way forever. But she knew wishing was something schoolgirls did about things out of their control. Wishing required hope and Asylum had none, or did she?

Didn't she always hope that one day she could united with Krad, like every first time her hosts would lay eyes on the demonic angel and transform? Didn't she always yearn for his touch not only to linger in her memories, but on her skin as well?

Suddenly they heard it, the drumming of feet on tile, the methodical rhythm of running. Its melody caused anguish for the lovers, becoming conscious that they were about to be separated, cast into the light once more.

"Until next time," whispered the blond into her ear. Asylum closed her eyes and remembered a line from one of Camilla's textbooks and couldn't help but recite it in the brief moment they had.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow," she rehearsed quietly, "that I shall say good night till it be morrow."

"A thousand times good night," he replied, jokingly grave, "a thousand times the worse to want thy light."

And before she knew it, Asylum's wrists were free and the angelic apparition formerly in front of her was gone. But she heard it, through her thick daze, his voice so soft before clashing with that of the one she had to protect. Then the beat of the running singled out again, and the raven-haired girl stood, waiting to see who would turn that corner.

It was Dark; he hurtled gracefully down the hall with a painting in his arms. He shouted as he passed her "C'mon! Let's get out of here!" Asylum bent quickly over picking up her gun and followed Dark to the end of the corridor before stopping. She turned and looked past the unconscious security guard, hoping for Krad to be down the hall. He wasn't.

Asylum damned the light and ran, fighting the pain that accompanied the hope she didn't want. At last she was outside with Dark, in a park not too far away from the museum. Dark laughed and held up the painting victoriously,

"Another astounding, cop-puzzling, girl-swooning, and legendary victory for the Phantom Thief Dark!" The teenager stopped his gloating though, and turned to his worn out partner.

"Next time," he said, narrowing his eyes at Asylum, "when I say I need a diversion, don't fraternize with the enemy."

Asylum nodded to the thief, too tired and hurt to think about arguing with an air-headed Dark. She silently transformed back into Camilla, relinquishing control to the blonde girl.

When Camilla had gained her form back fully, her hand reached up to her neck where she squeezed the bite marks that shot a numb pain through her body.

The tall teenager left the park, ambling home aching and confused. For the first time during one of Asylum's manifestations, the assassin had felt vulnerable, all because of Krad. Camilla was a little angry that Krad held this power over her and Asylum, that it was because of him she was forced to take on another life.

Before she entered the apartment though, she pulled up the collar of the coat she had stashed in the part earlier, hoping her sibling wouldn't see the angry red marks. She found him in the bare living room, with the literally same expression she had had on her face earlier, staring confused at the wall.

Camilla gripped the collar tighter under her chin, eyes darting to the door opposite of her that was her room. She didn't feel like quarrelling her adoptive brother tonight, so she quickly rushed across the room and reached to open the door.

Half way through the door she stopped, feeling an odd sense in her chest, what made it so strange was that it was exactly how Asylum felt at the end of that hall, looking back for Krad.

"Good night Satoshi," she called lightly, talking more to the wall than the boy himself.

"Good night," came the same awkward reply.

And with that, she was into the room, and she closed the door with a snap, completely unaware Satoshi was as tired and confused as herself.

The End