Authors note: Ok so here is the really confusing chapter in which I try to make some action happen. I was forced to update a bit early because my sister insisted on having another chapter to read during her half days at school this week, so there may be some mistakes (and slightly contradictory stuff in it) that I may have time to edit later. I currently have my second round of midterms coming up in a week and am pretty busy preparing for them. So here it is and enjoy!

Disclaimer- Sadly I own nothing below. No one and nothing… not even Dark Waaaaaa.

Page 3; Chapter of Revelation

"Krad," I repeated with a blink. "I know you?" it was both a statement and a question. Something told me I knew him and yet I had no memory of him.

"Of course you do Dark. I am your other half. This magnificent piece of art you see behind me could be called our father." I could tell I was staring again. How could a mirror be our father? "If you are going to keep saying everything in here, then I will simply have to talk to you like this," came the voice causing my head to ache and my knees to fold. I had lost too much blood from the wound in my side, and couldn't take much more.

"No," I said. I had to do something or my skull was going to split open. "Please Krad, don't do that again." I would be polite for now, but I was running out of time, the cops would be here soon.

He shifted his weight and answered my question before I had time to turn around and get back to my job. "Your father is not your true father Dark. You were not born as humans are. Your mother may have carried you, but you are truly a creation of mixed feelings in an art piece that was given enough power to project itself into a solid being, just like I am. The 'Black Wings' is an art piece that had this much power, and caused so much controversy that we were created." Parts of what he said made sense to me because in all of the art I had stolen lie some sort of dormant power that was placed into it by the once prominent Hakari family that I had to seal. "Yes Dark, this piece was created by the Hakari, during a feud between the Hakari and Niwa families. Back then; Tori Hakari was in love with Lamia Niwa. The two families couldn't stand one another because each believed that a different kind of power should be held by art. The Hakari believed that art should be given it's own powers; whatever they felt or desired the art would have the power to create. Whenever an art piece was created by the Hakari's they would put feeling and power into the art, and often they gave the art the power to hurt others. The Niwa's believed that the art should only have the power to give enjoyment to the people who looked at it, and so they destroyed the art in an attempt to seal away whatever evil or forlorn spirit was trapped within. Despite these differences, Tori and Lamia thought their love had a chance… until Lamia was killed." His yellow eyes flashed like lightning. I could hear the yells of the police on the floor below, yet I stayed rooted to the spot, a small puddle of crimson forming around my knees.

"When Lamia died, Tori was devastated, yet he continued to carry on the family work of art. He was taught at a young age of the power that feelings could put into a piece of artwork. Yet he only created two pieces: the 'Holy Maiden,' which you are stealing now, and the 'Black Wings.' One made for Lamia, one made in contempt of his and her family mixed with sadness, vengeance, and love in his heart. He tried to capture a little bit of the beauty and spirit of Lamia into this piece, which is why it is a mirror. He had told her that noting but her reflection could capture the beauty of her spirit. Into his last piece, the 'Black Wings,' he also put all of his power, dying shortly after." He was finally getting to the point, why we were here. Who am I, what am I, why am I? came the questions ringing in my head along with a lot of dizziness.

"I know Dark, I'm getting to that. When the two great families began to dwindle, the power within the 'Black wings' was activated, and the revenge that Tori wished to rain upon the families was released, as well as the tiny piece of Lamia's soul that remained captured in the mirror. It manifested itself into two beings inside the successors of the family. You are the incarnation of Lamia, who will carry on the legacy of sealing the "evils" the Hakari's had placed into the art. I am the one who wishes to destroy all members of those initial families who caused Lamia's death. I still possess the powers of the Hakari, as well as the powers you have. They are coming now Dark Mousy, you had better run and hide. We will meet again." That last sentence caused me to cry out in pain, alerting the police to my whereabouts.

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I ran to the top of the stairs and realized that the police were already in the room holding the 'Holy Maiden'. I swore and quickly spun a disguise that looked like the nearest unconscious guard, which was finished just as they barged in the door, setting off all the alarms in the building. I winced at the throb in my head that the ringing and buzzing set off. My disguise wouldn't last for long at this rate. I half collapsed on the wall gasping for breath. "He is down there in the basement. He has nowhere else to go, he's trapped!" I put as much enthusiasm as I could in my voice.

"Good work, lets go, weapons ready men," cried the man in charge. He was clearly a fool, as I would never run into a dead end, and would never run without getting what I had come for. I was in luck that he was in command then. Dropping the disguise, I grabbed my prize (the fools had already triggered the alarm and there was no more need for caution) and made my way toward the next exhibit room, which held mostly paintings. I then ran my hand along the wall, frowning at the bloody smear it left, until I felt the handle to the maintenance room. I entered and followed the narrow hallway to a flight of stairs that led to the underground parkade. There were only a few guards down there, and no police. The great Kaito Dark, creature of the sky wouldn't belittle himself by going underground. However, I could judge by the noise behind me that the police had obviously not found me in the basement and had found the 'Holy Maiden' missing by now. They had also found the smear I had left on my escape rout and were beginning to close in behind me. With the racket they were making, it wouldn't take long for the guards in the parkade and the police outside to realize where I was.

The most logical thing for me to do was to hide somewhere and heal myself, but in order to even start the accelerated healing my magic would do I would need to sleep. There were too many cops around to do that and hope to not get caught. I could hide without healing till the heat died down, but by then I would be too weak to escape. I decided to try the only option left available to me. I ran. Lights were on me the second I got out of the garage. I quickly jumped into the sky, knowing that I needed to get out of bullet range. I realized too late that I had played right into their hands; they had herded me here knowing that this was my only option. The net closed in around me from the sky. I had practically jumped into their trap. I felt the dart hit me in the shoulder. This was just great, I thought as my vision became impossibly more blurred. If circumstances were normal, the sleeping solution in the dart wouldn't have bothered me, but I hardly had enough energy left to fight it. A white feather floated into my vision. More like flew at a rapid speed cutting through the net and allowing me free is what it did, but at the time 'floaty feather' is all that my mind could provide.

"Now Dark," the voice cut through the haze like a serrated knife. "Fly NOW!" I flapped my wings hard, leaving the ground. All I wanted was to get home and sleep. Get home… get home… get home rang my mind with every beat of my wings. I was high enough to have lost the cops, but my strength was fading fast. Now out of danger, the momentary adrenalin boost I had was now gone, and I was quickly sinking from the sky. The park was a thought that came into my mind. After all, I had left my clothes there, and might be able to weave my Dante disguise and walk home. As it was, I barely made it to the park, and my landing looked more like a wet noodle attempting to stay upright. I didn't particularly care; there was no one around to see my landing anyway…

Looking up from my knees I could have cursed. Not only had I made a fool of myself in class, but now she got to see me like this too. Rika Harada stood there in all her beauty, mouth open in shock, and shopping bag in hand. I in turn managed to stare at her, words temporarily failing me. "Kaito Dark?" so she was the first one to regain her senses. "You're hurt!" both of these were obvious statements, but she was actually talking to me for the first time. I didn't think I would care if she were cursing at me; Rika Harada was talking to me! "Damn it this looks really bad. Can you stand, I have to take you to my house." My heart skipped a beat. Rika's house, on the first date? If you want Rika, I could fly us there. I stood up. Why was the ground not staying still? Something was wrong. I could deal with the fact that there were 4 Rika's, but the ground seemed to spiral on ahead of me with the trees all pointing to the middle.

"Looks like a roller coaster." Oh bravo Romeo, that was romantic. Now look, just to top it off you are going to fall off the edge of the roller coaster, and Rika will laugh as you fall through the abyss.

She caught me. Her shoulder under my arm, her delicate hand in mine, and her arm around my back supporting my other side. I blushed as she supported my weight and began to lead me to her home. She looked grim, and slightly flushed. My wound might have looked bad but I didn't think I was that heavy. Perhaps her reddened cheeks were caused by something else? I shook my head, that couldn't be. She couldn't possibly… wow I sure was dizzy.

Somehow, We made it back to her house, without being seen. She lived a little way out of town near the ocean wall. Once there, I promptly collapsed onto her bed. "You're lucky that my parents went out for dinner and a movie tonight. Stay right there, I'll get some disinfectant, water, and some bandages." Clearly she was worried about me. She came back with her supplies and began cleaning my wounds with vigor, meaning it hurt a lot. She was probably nervous around so much blood.

"Rika," I began. Bad move. She stared at me wondering how I knew her name. I searched for an excuse. If it were my room, the floor would have been littered with evidence that I was Dante, from school, pictures, and other things. Unfortunately hers was spotless.

"The schoolwork on your desk, it has your name on it. I was curious as to the name of the strange girl who would rescue me and not turn me in." It sounded believable, and she immediately seemed calmer. Good guess, the desk was where schoolwork belonged anyway. "You don't have to worry that much, my magic will heal most of this. I just need to rest off the effects of the dart, then I should be ok," I half hoped that she would stop painfully mopping the blood off of my side. It was true that my magic would heal me, and would have already done so in a nice flash of white, if I had enough to do it all at once. As it was, I would have to take a long nap and by the time I woke up the wounds should almost be gone.

"This isn't working, your shirt is in the way," she said. I reached down and slipped the black muscle shirt over my head, careful to not stretch my side any more than I had to and left it hanging off of my wings. She blinked, stared for a minute, and then she turned the cutest shade of red I had ever seen. She shyly moved towards me with the bandages and disinfectant. It stung and I winced more than I would have liked, my wings almost lifting me off the bed. She apologized and kept dabbing. As the stinging died down, I began to assess my situation. I was in the room of the most beautiful girl I had ever met. It was large with queen size bed, a high ceiling, a desk against one wall, and an expensive looking dresser along the other. In fact, most of the things in the house looked expensive, which could only add to her popularity in school. She had a large collection of books, and a walk in closet. It was all very well organized and most of it was a tasteful shade of pink. Which left my eyes to rest on her. Her straight mousy brown hair fell into her face, which was etched with lines of concentration. Her deep brown eyes were focused on the bandages she had begun to wrap around my torso.

"Stay right there," she ordered again, as if afraid that I could run away in my current state. I never saw her return because I was asleep soon after the door closed.

Ok, so at first it was two chapters, which was way too short, so I pasted it together. I think that part of it may be a little confusing, so if you have trouble, just complain and I will try to sort it out for you. Thanks for the reviews (still only a few though) I hope to get more after this chapter though!