I do not own D.N.Angel. Though, if I did, things would be different. Evil smirk. Anyways, I hope you guys like this. I know some of you have been waiting a wicked long time for me to update, so withou further distraction, here is the third chapter of It's Raining Blood.

Chapter Three

As the kiss seemed to intensify, Cloud was pushed into a panic. She could feel it, unbidden, her body willing itself to change over into Tobias. Unintentionally, she shoved Dark back, her small hands putting pressure against his chest, wanting to linger but could not. Astonished and caught off-guard, Dark took several steps back to regain his balance. She was much stronger than she looked. As he glanced at her, her face and eyes, he noted the change in her iris. They were fiery, almost orange in the darkness that surrounded them, bright and a bottomless void. It took away his breath. No woman had ever taken his breath away except for…He shook his head. He didn't want to think about her.

"Cloud..?" His surprise was evident in his voice. Cloud looked to him as though it didn't register as her name. "Cloud?" He asked again.

"I must go…" She answered hurriedly, backing up and shaking her head. The rain flew away from her snow-grey locks like falling stars. Dark focused on her expression, the tension in her shoulders, her quivering hands. It seemed like she was trying to hold something back. But what was it? He took a step forward, and she took another step back. It was like a dance that continued on like this for a whole minute.

"Cloud!" Dark snapped, grasping her attention enough to have her eyes shoot to his. The color was fading out of them. There was no longer this orangey glow, but the dark sapphire that twinkled. But was there fright in those eyes just now? The look was wiped away to be replaced by hard resolve.

"I must go," she repeated, more determined. She set her shoulders, her trembling ceasing. She could hear the whispered thoughts of Tobias in her head, but they seemed so distant now. She couldn't focus on him if she wished to survive the way home.

He noticed this sudden change in her, like crystal ice had wrapped around her figure much like her hair clung to her face. She was cold and as immobile as the frozen mountain peaks, so different from the blaze that she was only moments ago. She was basically like…

"A lunar eclipse…" he whispered, so low that not even she could hear. Distant and cold, without any feeling at all. It seemed to suit her so perfectly as he stared into her dark orbs that screamed at him and yet drew him in. That look clutched his throat much like her kiss had stolen his breath. What was this urgency and ruthlessness that clung to her still form? Suddenly remembering himself, he gave her a sharpened look that did not make her flinch. It made her eyes grow more intense, almost like provoking a beast…

"Why?" he asked bluntly, a softened sneer in his tone.

She blinked a moment, not having expected that. But she put on her mask and let it slide swiftly into place. A smirk coated her pale pink lips, practically bloodless in the cold of the night. Her stance loosened, more confident, like she had been when she had first appeared before him. She tipped her head a little, like she was thinking of something cunning and deadly. But her answer was not.

"Why not?" Her eyes twinkled with gentle mischief.

He frowned and it gave him a child's face. Cloud would have smiled if she wasn't so determined to flee. She couldn't allow herself to be drawn into that purple gaze. They were rivals, enemies at most. They couldn't be any thing other than that. Never. She could not allow them to get any closer than this. Her hands slid into her soaked pockets, streams of rain water etching down her already soaked back. Thunder and a hiss of lightning stoked the skies into vibrant blue before fading into blackness. Neither of them moved.

In an instant, Dark was before Cloud, his arm about her waist, his other hand tapered to the back of her head. She did not flinch, she did not gasp, she simply stared. His eyes searched hers for something, anything, an emotion other than this determination to be free from him. He felt power swelling up inside her that was dying to be let out, but she hammered it back down without so much as a breath. This creature in his grasp was so different from him, he gleaned, but also much alike. And yet, they would not break the silence with words. They stared and did not move. It seemed like eternity until Cloud was no longer in his grip.

He had been holding her, firmly, not allowing her to be released, but she had managed to slip free of him. But how? She had been there one minute and the next she was standing behind him. Her question from earlier filled his head. She had been mocking him. Practically begging him to try and hold her still. She was not the Eclipse Shadow Thief for kicks. He would remember later that evening the soft glow of her eyes as she slipped away from him, using his own shadow against him. But it came at a price.

She was panting, trying to steady her breathing as she stared at the broad planes of Dark's back through his leather top. She hated using that power more than any thing. It took a toll on her, draining her of her strength and breath. Her hands hurt and her fingertips felt numb, like she had been clutching ice bricks for hours. It was the draw-back of using her accursed gift. Her lungs were burning, not enough air for her to suck in. It seemed surreal, like it couldn't be with this man that she would use this ability. But she had because she had panicked. And now he was turning to face her. She braced herself for whatever was to come. Yelling, swears, accusations-

"Why? Why do you continue to fight me?" He asked with a sudden curiosity. He had no idea why she did what she did, why they had to be rivals, only that for a millennia, they had been. Why not try to change things? Though, even as he thought it, it seemed almost absurd. It had been set into stone and into their blood that they were meant to be rivals forever. It was just how fate worked. And it always worked against him.

He expected an answer, set his jaw. But nothing came from those once burning lips, only a choked sigh as she shook her head. There was such emotion and torment in those beautiful eyes that it was hard to gauge what was going on in her head. Dark could feel Daisuke's concern, could feel it envelope him like a blanket of suffocation. With, whom he had forgotten, made little noises and constantly looked up at his master for answers to silent questions.

We can never be together in any time, in any shape or form, and you would reject me with everything you have, she almost said. Tobias whispered a warning. It was getting too late to linger. She glanced up, just barely seeing the moon and felt her heart stutter painfully. But she would not show weakness. She could not. They were hunters. They were thieves. They were merciless. They were not weak. Fighting against trembling and losing her resolve, she spoke with an icy edge.

"I fight because I am suppose to, Phantom Dark. You should remember your role. We are enemies, plain and simple. And that is how it always will…be." She turned and fled into the night, a silvery blur amongst the black of the night. And Dark was left alone to ponder and frown. Women were much more complicated than he thought they should be. Especially that snap dragon, slip of a woman.

He did not give chase, but his eyes did until there was no trace of her. He sighed so loudly and heavily, it shook his whole body. He rolled his eyes as Daisuke spoke.

Well, that went well.

Shut up, Daisuke.

Hope you guys enjoyed this. It took me awhile to figure out what they should do, but I thought it would make things a little more interesting since I hate it when female characters fall head-over-heels for guys they first meet. I would rather have the guys work at it along with the girls. Any who, reviews would be appreciated.