Shattering The Night Chapter 4: First Encounter
For the past hour, the sky had grown darker. Rain soon fell in heavy showers upon the cold, hard ground. From his position at the door, he could hardly see past the front steps. Nor could he hear anything other than the rhythmic beating of the rain. Perfect. He was really looking forward to the police chasing him tonight, if they could through this insane downpour. For one of the first times in his long life, rain had put him in a good mood, and nothing, not even that absurd woman from before, could bring him down.
"It's time," Daiki's mother called from the stairs. "Dark, it's almost 10:30; you should go if you want to make it there before 11."
"Right," he murmured reaching out his hand to signal for With to follow. For some reason, he never had to argue with her, she was one of the wisest women he had ever met, and she let him alone. That was far more than he could say for Daiki, she was always pestering him. It was good to have someone he could rely on, if he ever needed help.
"Be careful," she warned, a misty look coming over her usually bright eyes. "From what Daiki has told me, I don't like the sound of this Satsuki girl. Best to try and avoid any kind of contact with anyone."
"Gotcha. C'mon With, let's go."
"Third floor, second room on your right from the north entrance, the Topaz Thunderbolt. Get to it quick, this storm may be the after effects of it being awakened."
Her words ringing fast in his ears, he swung the heavy door closed behind him. With transformed immediately, giving him his signature black wings. 'This my friends,' he thought musing to himself as he flew off into the stormy sky. 'will be simple.'
"Who could have known the Topaz Thunderbolt packed such a punch," the words seemed to slide off her lips. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed at the destructive force being produced by the tiny little broach she held in her right hand. Who would have thought that activating the Hikari works of art was this simple a task? Still, it wasn't all her doing, not anymore anyway.
"Most of them do seem to be underestimated based on size," came the silky voice from behind her. "But then again, size doesn't really matter anyway."
"That's true," she replied, turning to lock eyes with the face of the voice. He stood not far from her, his sharp golden eyes staring off into the distance, as if they were expecting something to pop out of the sky at any moment. With every movement of his head, his long ponytail of golden hair seemed to sway. Clothed in all white, his serene face, his hair fastened with a silver cross, and pure white wings adorning his shoulders, he couldn't look any more like an angel. It was almost impossible for her to fathom that this was the other half of the infamous Phantom Thief, let alone that less than three hours ago, this majestic figure had once been her irritating younger brother.
Amazing. Krad was capable of wielding so much power, yet her brother was only capable of kindness. Krad could release the hidden powers of the Hikari artwork, her brother could linger lamely at her side. Krad would bring honor back to the Hikari family and destroy the Niwa line once and for all, Shaji would swear to uphold his promise to their dying father. In short, she wished this transformation would be permanent. Having a helpless child on one's side paled into comparison to having the power of a God.
"He's coming, you better stand back, things are going to get…interesting."
She thoughtlessly obeyed. Since Krad would bring an end to her family's curse, she would do whatever he asked of her. It was a strange feeling for her, never caring about anyone before. Then again, no one but he had ever shown the potential to do anything for her in return. Her loyalty and servitude would mean redemption for all Hikari. That was a price she was willing to pay.
In the blink of an eye, the lights snuffed out. With no moon to cast a wispy light, the room was pitch black. Her slender hand reached for a com-link, but Krad's voice stopped her.
"There's no need," he seemed to be smiling. "I will be more than enough to deal with him."
"As you wish," she responded quietly, bowing her head in respect. 'Now we will see Mr. Mousey,' she said to herself. 'which of us holds the greater power.'
As if responding to her silent challenge the door creaked open in sync with the chiming of the large clock at the museum's center. With the dim light from the hall, she thought she was able to see Dark's slim figure enter. She firmly held her position at the window, clutching even tighter to the small broach. Krad seemed to have moved to the back of the small display room, waiting for his opportune moment.
"Welcome Mr. Mousey," she greeted serenely as his fingers snapped to turn on the lights. "I am so pleased you were able to make it. I hope the storm did not deter you. It would have been a pity for you to be late."
"It's you again," Dark growled. "don't you have anything better to do?"
"Not really," she smiled. "but the theft of the most precious items in my collection does rank up there in the top priority category."
"Well, well, well," the silky voice of Krad echoed in the cramped room. "it appears that Satsuki was right, you have lost your charm Dark."
Dark whirled around in a state of shock. His eyes widened at the site of Krad leaning casually against the nearest wall. Krad glided slowly toward Dark, a wry smirk on his angelic face.
"You," Dark spat. "what are you doing here?"
"And still calm and reserved even after being shocked like that. I must admit though, I did expect a much more creative comeback. I should have returned sooner. Without me around," Krad's voice took on a malicious tone. "you're getting soft."
"So you awoke the Topaz Thunderbolt?"
"But you are still quick on your feet. Of course Dark, old friend, who else would have?"
"So whose body have you stolen now?"
"And you think that you ask before taking over someone else's?"
"But I don't make them suffer!"
"And who's to say I do?"
Dark didn't seem to have a response for this.
"Who's to say that poor Daiki," an even bigger smile formed. "isn't being controlled by you?"
"I…" his words drifted off.
She began to smile at Dark's sudden loss of confidence. 'Perfect. This will be the end of you Mr. Mousey. The end of you and all Niwa.'
Destiny's Quill- So this is the start of the first confrontation between Dark and Krad. I guess this chapter is a sort of 'to be continued' type of thing. I had to cut this scene in half or the chapter would be more than four blasted pages! That is a lot... besides, suspense keeps things interesting.
Disclaimer- I don't own DNA, god I wish…