Authors Note: Well, whaddaya know. I'm actually working on this again… to be honest, I had privately abandoned it.
Not only because I lost all my notes, but also because I'm totally off the DNAngel fandom now and my writingstyle has... changed.
Well, here goes nothing...
Warning: hints of shounen ai, more in later chapters. Don't like, don't read. I don't mind criticism, as long as it isn't just because you hate boy x boy pairings. Flames will be laughed at.
Disclaimer: D.N.Angel does not belong to me, it belongs to that one guy. You know, the one with the hair.
Chapter two
Krad was standing in the old bell tower, looking upwards to the stars.
The weather was cold, but it did not bother him much. He felt little, these days.
Scanning the air for glimpses of a certain thief, he sighed.
Of course he wouldn't be there. That guy was never there when you needed him.
He had not expected him to be in the first place.
Irritated, he spread his wings and took to the sky.
If he would not come to Krad, Krad would go to him.
Rising to just below the clouds, he took a deep breath. The feel of air in his lungs was still alien to him; before, it had always been a second-hand sensation, but now it was as if he'd been reborn, rebuilt. When first he felt it, he almost fell over. In fact, he was so suprised by it that he let himself be chased off by his former vessel out of sheer puzzlement.
It had been a couple of days since he was finally freed, and he still couldn't really believe it.
Surely it must have been a fluke.
Surely, it could not have been truly over. Surely, this was all a wild dream again, one of the kind that he would wake up from, panting and cursing, as soon as he began to believe it.
It couldn't be real. Not for him.
It couldn't be that his purpose was gone. It couldn't be, that he could no longer chase his other half.
It couldn't.
All this new development meant was that he could finally chase Dark without being interupted by that pesky brat.
And that was what he did; He redoubled his efforts to catch – not kill, never kill - Dark.
For what else did he have left?
When he had first woken up, disoriented and confused, lying next to his passed-out vessel, he had dared to hope. For one split second, he had allowed himself to live the dream. One moment, one breath was all he allowed himself to feel of the mind-boggling freedom this dream implied. For one moment, he could believe he was not bound by his duty anymore, for one moment, hehad beentruly free.
But one moment was all it took to get addicted
And now he was stuck, not knowing when it would all begin again, not knowing when he would be forced back in his cage, not knowing when the insanity would take over again and all his ratial thought would be strapped back in chains.
So with all the will he had left, he kept on the charade.
So at the very least, he would still be able to see him.
See him, touch him, hurt him, but never, ever have him.
That was his way, that was how it had always been. In the small part of his mind that was not consumed by the rage, the madness of the Duty, he had always watched him. He had always dreamt, of whatever might be but could not. He had always...
He had always felt.
Now that he was free, he dared not grab it for fear it would turn out to be another mirage, created by his mind in a desperate effort to keep the madness at bay.
If he was truly no longer bound, if he truly could follow his own wishes... would he dare to?
Did he dare to?
Shaking himself from the introspective daze he had landed in, he once again searched the skies for any sign of the dark-haired thief.
So he could spar with him, so he could touch him, so he could, for one moment at the very least, feel...
It truly was a lovely night. The streets were white with snow, and all the lights gave it an almost magical look. It looked like the kind of night where one wishes on a shooting star, and the wish actually comes true.
On a whim, he looked up.
His breath, unused to it as he was,hitched.
There, high above the cliffs but rapidly falling, wings loosely trailing behind him, eyes closed, was Dark.
His heart stopped.