For my sister (who is waiting for this story) the second chapter is up today!!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own any of the characters used in this chapter (technically)

Page 2; Chapter of Meeting

"I told you it would be soon Dark. You had better be prepared. Whether you are the angel you believe you are, the pure canvas without blemish will soon be put to the test. You had best be ready."

"Why won't you tell me who you are? Do you have something to hide?"

"Soon Dark, there will be nothing we can hide. Soon… soon… soon"

Boom! Boom! Why was that confounded clock so loud. Wait a second that was the tenth strike. I was going to be late if I didn't get ready soon. 'I will steal The 'Holy Maiden' Saint Tears' 11:00 Kaito Dark', was what the advanced notice had said. This piece was supposed to possess a very strong power, though I had no idea what it actually did. "It mustn't fall into the wrong hands," was all my mom would say about it. I went down the two flights of stairs to the cave like basement that was used for all manner of rituals and exorcisms that my family and me performed on all manner of artistic objects. Grabbing the black clothes that were left for me on the table, and the note with the location of my target on it, I made his way out of the house and walked in the direction of the museum. I spotted a deserted open park that would suit my purposes, and quickly changed clothes and dropped the illusion magic. Kaito Dark took to the skies, purple hair rippling in the wind, dark violet eyes taking in every possible trap, weapon and escape rout. It felt good to finally be able to stretch out my wings, and there was a good wind. Flying always felt nice, but it was time to get my mind on the job.

There were 5 men on the roof, a handful surrounding the building, and a bakers dozen on every level. Traps would be in place, and the most state of the art security system would be in place around the artifact. So far so good, it's almost time to make my entrance.

"I see you Kaito Dark. Do you really think that what you are doing is for the better? Taking all the feeling out of the art is ruining it. This I will not allow. There are so many things that have their own power, their own life. What happens when you decide to take the power out of the final piece? What will happen to us Dark Mousy?

What was that? My head was pounding, and I realized that I had forgotten to flap my wings. As quickly as the voice and pain had come, they disappeared. This only left one thing to bother me, and that was the spotlight pointing right at me giving the guns a place to point. I quickly went in the one direction unexpected of me… up. Since this was the most difficult direction to go, it usually takes some time for them to realize what happened, though I used this move only when I had no other way to save my pinfeathers. This time, however, one of the cops had terrible aim and had shot too high, grazing my left side. It hurt, but at least I was out of the lights, and could get back to the job. Now it might be a little challenging. A little bit fun. I cut the main power to the building, leaving the spotlights on as a distraction, and began making my way to the basement, the 'Holy Maiden' on display on the third floor was clearly a replica made to be tempting in clear sight of the windows and in easy reach for me.

When I got to the stairs I realized something was wrong. The guards were all unconscious, but I had had nothing to do with putting them out. I had an eerie feeling that seemed too familiar, yet different from anything I had ever felt. The guards in the room of the 'Holy Maiden' were knocked out too and there seemed to be no security system in place. That is until I stepped in the door, which promptly slammed shut behind me and an exquisite array of laser security beams activated. This wasn't a dire problem, as I had already come as Dante and found all possible exits from this room. The problem was that I had sensed magic other than mine as the door seemingly swung closed without needing the assistance of a person to push it. I turned toward my target, the 'Holy Maiden', which seemed to be glowing with a faint white light.

For some reason, I kept turning toward the second set of spiral stairs. I felt like my entire body was numb. At most I had another 10 minutes before the rest of the police realized where I was, and yet I couldn't stop myself. I began to turn the knob to the door I found halfway down the stairs. Something was in there, something magical.

"Come in Dark, you don't have to be afraid yet." I knew that voice. "Yes hurry up Dark, I have been waiting to meet you for so long," boomed a voice inside my head making me dizzy enough to lean on the wall for support. It hurt, but I needed to get into that room. I needed to know whom that voice and this strange magic belonged to. "Let me help you with that," said the voice as the door flew open.

I knew this. I knew him. Yet I didn't know at all. A white winged person stood in front of me; behind him a black mirror stood half covered in cloth and chains. Inside the mirror burned magic so strong and different from mine that it burned to go near it. The white winged angel standing in front of the mirror had magic like mine, and yet like the mirror.

"It's called the 'Black Wings', Dark. I am called Krad, and I find it particularly rude to stare."

Author's Note: I believe the chapters after this start to get a little longer, and more technical. The next one is almost all explanation, which is ok because it is a neat way of causing Dark and Krad to exist, and continue to exist in future Niwa's/Hakari's. I hope that once this gets more interesting I will get more reviews though