Alright, alright. I'm finally updating. I'm sorry I wasn't able to update when I said, and we just had another review last Saturday, but no more after this. Just like a parade first weekend in December. Honestly. I'm sure everyone's sick and tired of my stupid excuses, too. A more detailed explanation is on my profile, and I don't feel like re-typing it.

Also, one more thing; people have been asking me both to update faster and to make the chapters longer. Unfortunately, no matter how much I want to, I can't do both, so which would people prefer?

Oh, and everything being smushed together last time was an accident… I hope I fixed it now. O.O

Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel, which is a good thing. I only own my characters.

Where's the emo? There it is! It's starting to show its face in this chapter. Oh, and you might start to see why it's rated M. Involves violent death(s), but no one you'd care about. So not for the little kiddies…

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Krad felt numb. So many things were running through his head right now, he couldn't even move. All he could do was stand there and think. He's a prostitute? That can't be right! Can it…? He thought about asking that man, but he had already gone. But why? Krad couldn't figure out a reason, no matter how hard he tried. It's not… my fault… is it? He remembered Dark saying he had lost his old job, but was this really what he had been forced to turn to? There was only one way to find out; ask Dark himself. Snapping out of his daze, Krad ran out of the café, heading in the direction Dark had gone and hoping he hadn't turned too much.

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Dark's feet pounded along the sidewalk, carrying him to the blinking spot on his GPS. The pager was bad news; it meant Tsukishita was in deep shit. See, being a well-known prostitute came with quite a lot of danger, and Dark and Tsukishita both had been attacked more times then they could count. Neither of them was weak or easily surprised, but when someone tackles you from behind, it doesn't make much of a difference. To solve this problem, they worked out a paging system, where one would call on the other if they were in trouble. They agreed to call on each other no matter what the situation, but Dark would never page Tsukishita if it might endanger him, and the same went for Tsukishita.

He glanced at the screen, and made a left at the next corner. The blinking dot was nearing the center of the screen, and Dark prayed that Tsukishita would be okay. After a few more turns, an alleyway appeared in front of him, and he stopped. He checked the GPS again; the dot was dead center on the screen. Cautiously, Dark started down the alley, seeing something at the end. As he got closer, the alley expanded into a sort of outside room, and the shape became clearer. It was a person, slumped against the wall and not moving. "Oh my god, Tsukishita!" Dark gasped.

Without thinking twice, he ran down the alley. Tsukishita was motionless, just sitting there, propped up against the wall. As the figure became more prominent, Dark could make out a slight movement in the almond-brown hair, caused by his friend's shallow breathing. Forgotten boxes and crates drifted into existence, formerly hidden by the darkness. He skidded to a halt, and immediately dropped to his knees. "Tsukishita!" Dark whispered ferociously. "Are you okay?" There was no reply. "Shit…" He looked up and down his friend's tan body, looking for wounds. Wait a minute… Dark froze. Unless he's been out sunbathing on a cloudy day, Tsukishita has never been this tan.

There was a movement in the figure before him. Dark jumped backwards as the figure started to stand. As he looked closer he noticed little details he had missed before. His hair was the same color as Tsukishita's but it was a little bit too long, and the man himself was a few inches shorter. The figure's eyes flicked open, revealing a manic gleam that was the biggest difference of all.

"Hello, pretty-boy," the man hissed.

Suddenly Dark was surrounded. There were five or six other men, and they were all blocking the only way out of the alleyway. Almost immediately after he had turned around, he felt a long arm hook itself around his waist and pull him backwards. Dark flinched.

"Now now, pretty-boy, why don't you just cooperate?" The man's mouth moved close to Dark's ear, way too close for a simple sinister threat. "It's not like this is anything new to you." The other arm draped itself over his shoulder and found the bottom of his sweater.

"Where's Tsukishita?" Dark growled.

"Oh, you mean your little friend? We've already had our fun with him. He wasn't very obedient, so we had to use… extreme measures." The hand pulled the sweater upwards, taking Dark's shirt with it.

Dark violently shook the man off, and spun around to face him. "What did you do to him?!" he yelled.

"Nothing I can't do to you," the man smirked.

"I can guarantee that anything you do won't be as bad as what I've already gone through," Dark said in a dangerously low voice.

The man's grin faltered. "Fine. How about we mess up your little friend a bit more then?"

"Leave him alone!"

"Then come here."

"In your dreams," Dark snarled.

The man's look turned vicious. "Take him down," he screamed to the other men. Almost instantly Dark was pushed to his knees by strong arms. A fist connected with the pit of his stomach, making him gasp. Fingers were shoved in his mouth before he could close it again, and a rough hand grabbed his hair and jerked his head upwards. His eyes met those of the madman, but the gaze was soon broken as the fingers were removed and replaced by a tongue. Out of the corner of his eye, behind some of the crates, he could make out the real Tsukishita, bound, gagged, and lying in a pool of his own blood.

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Krad sped down the streets, frantically looking down all of the alleyways he passed. After ten or so minutes of this, he finally slowed to a jog. This is stupid, he thought to himself. He could have gone anywhere. Why on earth did I think I could find him? I'll just go back. He decided to just walk back to his house, forgetting that he had no sense of direction.

Five minutes later, Krad was hopelessly lost. He was in a maze of backstreets and alleyways, and the neighborhood was starting to turn sour. Down this alleyway… Krad instructed himself. As he trudged down the alleyway, the shadows slipped away, and he started to hear noises. Probably just some drunk high-schoolers. I'll step over them or something. The shapes became clearer, and Krad began to sense that something was wrong. There were a six or seven men, and one of them, a large, burly man, seemed to be on top of something. One of the men caught sight of Krad. "What the—"

The large man turned his head to look, and revealed what Krad had been unable to comprehend. Dark was laying there, stripped down to nothing, his face twisted with pain and blood dribbling down his chin. What…? Krad could not move. He felt himself grabbed by two of the men from behind, and pushed against the wall. "Hey, boss!" one of the men restraining him called. "He's quite a looker too. Can we have some fun with him?"

"Do what you want," a surprisingly slim man answered. "Maybe I'll join in too."

Krad peered through the gap in the men, unable to believe what he had seen. As the two men pressed themselves closer to him, he saw the burly man turn his attention back to Dark. Dark was panting and sweating, and as the man moved his arm downwards, he moaned with pain. Dark…Krad thought distantly as he felt a hand slip inside his shirt.

"Aw, man!" a whiney voice called. "When do I get to have my fun?"

"After him," a deep voice answered, gesturing towards the man on top of Dark.

"Why do I always have to go last?"

Last…? Krad's thoughts seemed very far away now.

"No…" Dark moaned, and Krad suddenly realized that he knew he was there. "Please… leave him alone…"

"Shut up!" the man on top of him growled, and suddenly bent his arm backwards. There was a sickening crack, and Dark's body went still. "Impudent little…"

Dark slowly turned his head to look at Krad, eyes full of pain. As he felt his pants being unbuttoned, he saw Dark mouth something at him.

"I'm sorry."

Krad snapped.

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If Dark had blinked, he would have missed what happened next. One second the two men had Krad pinned to the wall, and the next one of them was lying on the ground, limbs bent at an impossible angle. The other man gaped. "Holy—"

Before he could finish, Krad's fist connected with his temple so hard he dented his skull, killing the man instantly. None of the other men had time to react.

In a flash, Dark felt the man on top of him lifted off and thrown against a wall with lightening speed. He saw a blur as Krad threw himself at the man, beating him to a bloody pulp.

"Shit!" a voice cried.

"That bastard just killed three of our guys!" another answered.

"This guy's a freak!" the whiney voice screamed.

"Don't just stand there!" the boss cried. "Get rid of him!"

Another blur passed in front of Dark, and one more man thrown against the wall, this time splitting his skull. Horrified, Dark stared at the blood stain as the man's limp body slid down the wall. By the time he managed to sit up, another man was on the ground, face bashed in. Krad had stopped, and was now standing over the boss and the small man with the whiney voice.

"Now w-wait just a m-minute…" the boss stammered. "L-let me explain…"

Krad took a step closer. "Aaah!" the boss screamed. "Please! I don't want to die!"

"Should've thought about that before you raped my friend," Krad said in a terrifyingly soft voice. The man screamed, but it was cut short as Krad snapped his neck.

He turned and faced the only man left. "Since you never did anything, you get to live. But it you ever tell anyone what happened, or do anything like this again, don't think I'll be so lenient." His fist connected with the man's chest, knocking him out and breaking a few ribs in the process.

Krad turned and walked over to Dark. He crouched in front of him, and Dark saw there was a manic gleam in his eyes. All he could do was sit there and tremble. A hand reached out towards him, and Dark flinched. The hand stopped, and pulled back. A sad look crossed Krad's face, and suddenly Dark wondered if he had even realized what he'd done.

A shadow moved behind one of the crates, and Krad's body tensed. He stood and made a move to attack. "Stop!" Dark cried. Krad turned to him, a surprised look on his face. "It's only Tsukishita," Dark whispered. The shadow emerged, and stumbled out into the light. Sure enough, it was Tsukishita. Blood was dripping down his face from a cut on his forehead, and one arm hung uselessly at his side.

"Ugh…" he mumbled. Opening his eyes, Tsukishita started to look around, and the first thing he saw was one of the dead men. "What?" he whispered, frozen. He looked around a little bit more, and finally he saw Dark. "Dark!" he cried. "What the hell happened?"

Dark could only respond by looking at Krad.

"Did he do this?" Tsukishita asked, amazingly calm. "Who is he?"

"I…" Dark choked out. "I'm not sure anymore."

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Alright, I'm gonna end it here for now. Those of you who wanted to see Krad's reaction to what the man told him… sorry, but you'll have to wait quite a bit, even if I do update quickly. As you probably see, it's not rated M for lemons or anything. It's like the type of movie that's rated R not because of a sex scene or mass carnage, but simply because it's too bad to be a PG-13. On that note, although it will get dangerously close and probably be full of limes, this story will never, I repeat never, have a lemon in it. I have nothing against lemons, I just don't like writing them. So don't be disappointed when one never shows up.

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, it took me three days to write. XD For a time reference, if the carnage part seems rushed, it's because it is only supposed to last about forty seconds. Yes, there will be a reason it was that quick.