Krad flew high in the night sky, the air rushing between his white-feathered wings. As he flew, Krad began to recollect the recent events.
He had ambushed Dark while he was stealing St. Joan's Relic, an important cultural artifact, intending on capturing the Phantom Thief that very night. But, like all the previous attempts, Dark had foiled Krad's plans, injuring him severely in the process. That was when Krad had crashed through a hospital window, in hopes that it would be empty. As fate would have it, a small, frail girl inhabited the room. She had delayed the Phantom Thief from destroying him long enough to where Krad could fend off Dark. After the Phantom Thief had gone, the girl had taken care of him.
She did not even know me…yet she saved my life. Then, when putting his hands in his pockets, Krad felt a soft cloth. He pulled it out. It was the handkerchief that Wren had given him. He smiled.
What the hell do you think you're doing, Krad? The white-winged being smirked.
"Master Satoshi…" Krad said aloud. "I was beginning to wonder when you would regain consciousness."
I'll ask again; what the hell do you think you're doing?
"Helping you to defeat Dark, of course."
No! In the hospital…what were you doing to that girl? Satoshi sounded very nervous. He did not want any innocents to be hurt by this demon.
"Nothing, Master Satoshi. I was in a…a tumble with Dark, things got ugly, and she was caught in the middle. Really, Master Satoshi, would I actually hurt an innocent, young, and sick girl?"
Of course you would, Krad. That's what you do.
"Oh, Master Satoshi, your words hurt me."
You know that it's true, Krad. You would kill anyone, even innocent, young, and sick Wren Takimoto, if it meant getting to Dark. Krad grunted.
"We do nothing but fight, Master Satoshi. It would be in your best interest to get along with me. We will be in the same body for a very long time." There was a menace in his voice that made Satoshi Hiwitari very uneasy.
What are you playing at, Krad…?
But Krad never answered Satoshi. He flew in silence across the night sky, all the way to Satoshi's apartment.
Satoshi Hiwatari collapsed onto his bed, his energy completely drained. He could not even take off his clothes to change, so he just lay there until he fell asleep.
The next morning was a school day, and Satoshi Hiwatari went to school as usual. As he trudged up the stairs, a boy with spiky, red hair came up to him.
"Good morning, Hiwatari!" he said cheerfully. You would never know that this clumsy boy, Daisuke Niwa, was actually the infamous Phantom Thief Dark. Satoshi glared back at him.
"Good morning, Niwa." He replied and continued up the stairs. Daisuke approached him again.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Tired, like I usually do after nights like last night. How are you? You were the one who was thrown from a window." Daisuke chuckled.
"Yeah, but it's okay. Dark flew off right as he was flung out of the window. But, anyway, I wanted to talk to you about that girl—"
"Hey, you two!" Daisuke stopped mid-sentence as a short, reddish-brown-haired girl approached Hiwatari and him.
"Hello, Riku!" he replied.
"Morning, Hiwatari!" Riku waved to the blue-haired boy, who pushed his glasses up his nose and nodded in return. "Hey, I want you two to meet someone." Riku turned around and pulled someone out of a classroom.
Daisuke and Hiwatari both stopped breathing when they saw who it was.
"Daisuke Niwa and Satoshi Hiwatari, I'd like you to meet my best friend, Wren Takimoto!"
A long, sandy-blonde-haired girl stared back at them with aqua-green eyes. "It's very nice to meet both of you." She said politely, and bowed.