Well, yet again I'm back with even more interesting story plots! Have some fun!

-Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate- Thomas Jones

"I can't find you, huh?" Kitsune smirked. Dark suddenly got a feeling it was going to be a long night.

"Damn…" Dark muttered, quickly standing, moving ever offhandedly away from the ledge and from Kitsune.

"Did you really think you could get away you foolish bird-brain?" she chastised, shaking a finger at him as though he was a child caught stealing cookies.

"For a moment… yes…" he muttered to himself as Kitsune slowly advanced on him.

"Mmm… it's so cute how you keep thinking that you can beat me!" she giggled happily, toying with her ears which were revealed as a gust of wind blew her hood away from her face.

"Think?" he was getting really tired of losing to her and now he was pissed she found him, "I KNOW I will beat you this time!"

"This time? Hah!" she cried out, darting forward to try and catching him.

"Hm?" Dark hummed slightly as he moved out of her way just in time. Almost toppling over the side of the building she caught onto the ledge just after disappearing form sight for a moment. Groaning, Kitsune pulled herself back up, muttering various swear words darkly under her breath.

"You see…. I have an advantage…" Dark paused for dramatic effect, "… I have wings!" and with that he ran off the building and into the night sky.

Kitsune cursed loudly into the nighttime air as she watched the young man fly off.

"Now what to do?" she murmured to herself…

Smirking to himself, already convinced that he had beaten the competition he let the cool city air whip his hair away from his face.

'Great, you've had your fun! Now just get back home and transform already! That was too close! And if we stop she might catch back up with us again!" Daisuke cried out into Dark's head, causing him a minor head ache.

As he tried to shake the pain away he muttered off to Daisuke, "Somehow I have this feeling that even if we go back, that fox eared witch will find us."

The snow finally came to a sluggish conclusion, the last petals of snow settling on Dark's hair and clinging to his eyelashes. Annoyed, he tried to blink them away, while trying desperately trying to figure out just what to do to get rid of the pain in the neck that he called Kitsune….

"We?" Kitsune muttered to herself as she stared into the gently pulsing orb of light. "What does he mean by 'We' and 'Us'?"

She slowly stood up, stretching her lethargic muscles, and watched the snow's dance dwindle to its end. Silently she wished that it could continue but there was enough snow to last for weeks and it didn't seem to be melting any time soon.

Casually she walked the length of the buildings roof and smirked, turning around and quickly she raced across the length of the roof and off into the darkness. The wind rushed past her as she dived down the side of the building, her reflection flashing past her on the mirrored windows. Just as she was about to hit the cement she twisted her body and landed smoothly on her feet, dropping to one knee to relieve the pressure.

Snow has cushioned her fall and she stood up steadily, brushed flakes off her clothing and looking around the sleepy city.

"So Dark… a game of Hide and Seek, it is? Well then, I'll find you…" she muttered off to the darkness that was closing in on her and the street lights dimmed…

Suddenly, Dark shivered.

"Dark! What's wrong?" Daisuke asked his other self who was shaking his head, trying to clear his mind of the feeling.

"Nothin'! I just got this really creepy feeling…" he muttered off.

"Oh! Someone walked over your grave!" Daisuke supplied oddly cheerfully.

"Someone… Did WHAT?"

"When you get this creepy feeling, people say that someone is walking over your grave… It means bad things are to come!"

Dark looked off into the night, "And you know this HOW?"

"English class. It's an old American Superstition."

He sighed, his eye scanning the city to see if anyone would be coming after him and slowly stood, groaning to himself as the shook off the chill that had settled over him like a blanket. There was no sign of Kitsune, but that didn't mean that he was rid of her. Maybe he should heed Daisuke's warnings and head home… but what if she followed and discovered their secret. The last thing they needed was that fox eared freak spilling the beans, or giving any of them trouble.

With the casual air of someone walking down a street he stepped of the building and gently glided down to the street below. Something tapped his shoulder. He spun around in a blur of purple and black to see Kitsune standing there, smirking at him, her fingers had brushed against his clothes and her arm was still outstretched.

"Tag…" she purred, slinking over to him. Protectively, he moved the gem away from her reach.

"Do you really not trust me?" her voice was as smooth as butter and wrapped around him, surprisingly warm in the frigid air of the night.

Not willing to reply, Dark simply tried to walk away but she just smirked, walked past him and held up the gem, which somehow had left his hands.

Dark groaned as soon as he saw her hold up the gem. This was going to be a very long night and it now seemed to be Kitsune's point in life was to make him loose what little sleep he had left in his life.

"Like I said… looks like I'm it! See if you can get it back and keep it before the sun rises!" she called to him as she gradually disappeared from view, the last thing he saw of her was the gem and her smile.

"Kitsune… she should be named Cheshire…" he muttered off as he took the skies, thank you Wiz, and groaned. How the hell was he going to find a girl dressed in black in the middle of the night!

Wind spun around the top of the Wyngs building as Kellan appeared through the gust that threw the snow high into the midnight air. Here he was again, stuck with the same role as before. Find Midorai… but this time his orders were just a bit more harsh… Kill…

And a brief, dim flash of pale blue light Kitsune came appeared high in the branches of the old oak tree in the middle of the park. With one thin hand she held the gem up to the large moon and grinned to herself for a job well done. Unfortunately for the young thief the next thing she heard something colliding with the tree branch and then her falling towards the frozen ground.

Terrified, she looked around to see a sight that made her blood run cold. Leaning against an old tree trunk was Kellan, one hand outstretched, the tips of his fingers just barely glowing an ominous red.

"What the…" she trailed off as she scrambled to her feet and tried to make a break for it but felt something warm and sharp collide with her arm. Washing over her skin was the warmth from the blood that now flowed from the large cut in her arm.

"Run all you want, I have my orders!" Kellan cried out to the back of Kitsune as she continued to run through the pain.

As soon as she was out view he looked off into the dark and muttered off to no on in particular, "I'm sorry…"

(Kitsune's POV)

Pain was searing across my arm but I just ignored it. I was used to it. I had to be. Soon the only sounds in the sleeping city were of my feet crunching though the snow and the ragged breaths that were shooting through my lungs like glass. Blinking furiously I tried to blink away the darkness that was slowly encroaching on my vision. All I need is place to take a breather… and why are those places never around when you need them?

My luck finally kicked in as I saw a small alcove in the park, meant probably for exhausted parents, and I rushed in side, collapsing on the tile of the girl's restroom. My hand shook as I tried to remember the spell…

(Normal POV)

If it wasn't for the blood, Dark would have never found Kitsune. Large puddles of blood had tainted the pure snow crimson, the heat from it almost melting the thick layers away. Silently gliding through the air, he followed the trail until it reached the middle of the park… and then realized it ran straight into the girl's restroom.

"What the?" Dark muttered to himself, debating on whether or not to head in.

'DARK! Oh no you don't! Don't you dare go in there! YOU CAN'T! HEY! Are you even listening!' Daisuke screamed into Dark's head but soon realized that it was pointless.

"I'm just going in to see whether or not the person is injured!" Dark debated but poor Daisuke knew what he was really thinking.

Try as he might, Daisuke could not keep Dark from walking into the girl's restroom, but once he saw what was in it, he was quite grateful that Dark had. Sprawled out on the floor was Kitsune. Blood was flowing freely off her arm where they saw a large, very deep cut. Slowly she looked up at them, her eyes slightly glazed from loss of blood and she tried to haul herself off the floor, not succeeding in any way. The moment her thin body got an inch above the ground her arms would shake and give away.

"Kitsune?" Dark asked stupidly, then came to his senses and rushed over to her.

"Get away from me! I don't need your… your… help…" she trailed off, the anger in her voice died quickly as she began to pass out.

"Hey! Don't move!" Dark muttered as he tore the off the bottom of his shirt to tie around the wound. He watched blood coat over his own hands and knew that if she kept bleeding like this she would most likely die.

"I… I…" she trailed off then slowly raised a hand over her wound and muttered something in some unknown language and next thing Dark knew he watched the wound suddenly pull itself back together and heal, leaving only a small scar.

"How…?" Then Dark smirked at her, coming over his confusion. "Hey…"

His hand shot into the front pocket of her jacket and he pulled out his prize.

"I'll be taking this…" he then stopped as he heard the sound of someone entering the room…

A young man stood in the doorway. He had jet black hair that was cut jaggedly around his chin with a long, thin braid trailing out behind him. Emerald green eyes twinkled mischievously in the dim lighting of the bathroom and the moonlight streaming through the small windows cut above the stalls. Dressed in a black trench coat and a pair of baggy jeans he exuded a sort of confidence and bloodlust that sent shivers down both Dark and Kitsune's spine.

He stepped forward quietly, his soft Converse Chucks making hardly a sound in to their ears. What Dark noticed most about the young man was the three long green mark that ran from the right side of his jaw to just barely under the middle of his eyes. Slowly, he raised a claw like hand at them and smirked.

"My, my, my… look what you've done to yourself… Kitsune… That looks like it hurts…" the man continued to step forward, his hands glowing an eerie green.

"Kellan… I was beginning to wonder whether you'd ever take that form…" Kitsune muttered…

-There we go, end of yet another chapter… Goodness… it's already number 16? Wow! Well, thanks for all the great reviews! I wish I could respond to all of them… maybe I will eventually! So yeah, thanks! It makes me feel really loved! And I'm so happy, I got DNAngel vol. 8! (runs off to go and read it)