Though I only got...1 review to the last chapter, I feel bad about making everyone wait so long, so here's the next chapter.

Chapter 5

"How does it feel Daisuke?" Satoshi asked, looking below him.

Daisuke looked up at him and smiled.

"It's great. I love flying!" he laughed, looking below them both at the ground far below.

"I'm actually amazed that you aren't scared with the height. We're over 400 feet up. What if I dropped you?" Satoshi asked, worried Daisuke would get himself killed with this trust-thing one day.

"I trust you Hiwatari-kun." the red head said truthfully, a smile on his face.

It was mid afternoon and 18 year old Satoshi was flying his only friend Daisuke around the city, and very high up.

"But other people Daisuke...You shouldn't trust them." Satoshi's tone was bitter.

"I don't trust Krad-sama..." Daisuke assured him.

Even at 18, Daisuke was...smaller than most, even some of the girls. Satoshi wondered why Daisuke was so thin, so small...

Satoshi had decided, a few days ago, to take Daisuke flying regularly. He felt bad that he, his brother, and Dark could go flying whenever they wanted, but Daisuke was left on the ground or sitting on the rooftop waiting for them.

Daisuke claimed he didn't mind not flying, but Satoshi could tell he was sad and lonely whenever they took off. It wasn't hard carrying the red head either. Daisuke was also very light, he found out. His wings had grown with him too. The large white wings had no problem holding them both up.

Satoshi felt 100 times happier...whenever he saw Daisuke smile.

-

"Ugh..."

"Is something the matter, Dark?" a blonde asked curtly, staring at the papers scattered across a large wooden desk.

"Oh, don't worry about me!" Dark gave a goofy smile, then grimaced as pain shot through his head. "I've just had these god forsaken headaches so often lately...And they don't go away."

"Maybe it's a migraine. Humans get them often." Krad moved a small stack of papers to the side and opened a small file.

"It's not a migraine." Dark insisted. "What are you looking at anyway?" he asked, changing the subject without trying.

"My notes. Collected over the years since my first suspicion. Brought together to try and uncover a god." Krad said with a sadistic smile on his face.

"Oh Go-Not 'true angels' again! Give it up Krad!" Dark laid his hands on the edge of the desk roughly, causing Krad to look up at him.

"I'm this close Dark, this close." he showed with his fingers.

"You've been at it for 4 years Krad. You've found nothing." Dark advised against it again.

"I already know who they are. Now I just have to figure out how to unveil them." Krad assured the black winged man of 24 in front of him.

"Huh? You know who they are?" Dark's interest peaked. "Who!"

"I thought they weren't real." Krad gave him on of his sadistic smiles. Dark scowled.

"Krad!" he said forcefully, and the smirkish-smile vanished.

"You should know. He's been here for over 9 years." Krad said lowly.

"Huh?" Dark made a move to sit down on air and Krad flicked his finger, a chair moving under his friend.

"A true angel can hide their wings, heal things and people, make plants grow, change what they look like and how much they weigh, and so much more Dark." Krad leaned back in his chair. "Wouldn't it be great to have that power in your control?"

"You still haven't told me who it is." Dark said pointedly, leaning forward towards the desk. Krad rolled his eyes and pushed the file to Dark.

Dark's purple eyes scanned the first sheet and he flipped through the file, eyes widened as he went. Krad smirked at the response. He gasped when Dark suddenly cried out in pain, clutching his head and falling to the floor.

The file's papers flew everywhere. Dark lay on the floor, clutching his head in pain and twitching, even though he was already falling into unconsciousness.

"Dark?" he heard, far away. "Dark!"

-

He was attacked by a large beast, stabbed through the shoulder, and he cried out in pain. Someone enveloped in red jumped to save him and fell beside him. They woke up unwounded in a field of flower petals. His shoulder was fine and there was no pain nor blood.

He was sick and only this one could tell how long until he recuperated. He was injured and only this one could tell how long until he was healed. He smiled and this one smiled and he felt incredibly happy...

...I hear laughter that is all to familiar and run towards it. The voice echoed off the walls and I can only guess where it came from. I broke into splendid sunset and saw the source of the laughter. My one and only true fear was coming true.

That one tossed this one to the side, smirking in his evil way. I yell and I can't figure out why. I'm suddenly at the edge, looking down and screaming "No!" Then red fills my vision and I can't speak at all...

-

Dark sprung up in his bed and looked around to realize that...he wasn't in his bed. He lay in a white room and a white bed with white sheets. Let's just say...he contrasted greatly to the room he was in.

"Oh, Dark-san!"

He turned to look at the one to his right, his left hand on his forehead. Red hair assaulted his sight.

"Dai?" he asked drowsily. The red head nodded. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital section of the Hiwatari mansion. Krad-sama brought you here after you collapsed...Or, that's what he said." Daisuke explained. "I was told to stay here and watch you while everyone else was gone." he smiled kindly at Dark.

Dark's eyes widened slightly when he remembered what Krad had told him. A slight flush covered his face and he had to look down at the sudden wave of dizziness.

"Dammit..." Dark ran a hand through his hair before hiding his face by placing one hand on either side of his head.

"Dar-?" Daisuke tried, but stopped when the black winged angel began shaking.

"Why'd it have to be like this?" he cried out loudly. "Why's it so painful?" he asked sadly.

"Dark-san?" Daisuke tried again, placing a hand on Dark's shoulder.

Dark gasped.

A young woman with light brown hair, almost blonde, smiling down at him and cooing him to sleep.

A girl with indeterminable age and small pink wings took his hand and led him. That same girl was crying, pleading with an innocent yet somewhat annoying voice for him not to go.

A blue haired boy with white wings being attacked by an Airbore. The overwhelming need to protect him.

A brunette girl and her sister running up in a field of flowers. A blonde man with an evil face. A purple haired man with black wings.

The feeling of falling encompassed all, but there was no fear. Feather's rustled around him and assured his safety.

"Ah!" Dark pushed Daisuke away as hard as he could, clutching his head and trying to force the oncoming images away.

He barely heard the crash of Daisuke falling backwards, knocking over his chair and falling into the table behind him. He heard the cry of pain when the table hit the glass of the wall, cracking and piercing in soft flesh.

He turned his head, shaking slightly still, and gasped.

"Daisuke!" a voice yelled in surprise, soon Dark saw Satoshi kneel down next to the red head. "Daisuke what happened?"

Daisuke shook his head and tried to reach around his back to pull out some glass. Satoshi carefully yet quickly flipped him over and used a piece of glass to cut the shirt off. Dark's and Satoshi's eyes widened at the sight they saw.

On Daisuke's back were two scars about where the shoulder-blades were. The glass had cut into one of the scars and it was bleeding. Satoshi carefully pulled the little pieces out of the skin around the scars before he took hold of the other one.

Daisuke hissed in pain when the blue haired boy began to pull the glass out. It was out and Satoshi was up, laying Daisuke next to Dark in the bed, who moved over, before grabbing some bandages.

Satoshi quickly cleaned the cuts and began to properly bandage the wounds. Dark's eyes were shaking, the same line playing over and over again in his mind.

"Wouldn't it be great to have that power in your control?"

Wow. I've just realized that this story follows Dark around a lot.