Golden hues brightened as their owner regained consciousness, for a moment he lay in peaceful silence, and then he was hissing in pain. Mangled wrists twitched and the angel held back tears. What happened?

He remembered purple, black and tanned skin. He remembered humiliation, confusion, and desperation. He remembered losing his tamer's favored contacts and soft harsh whispers. Those artworks, his counterpart and the butler were working together.

Why?

The butler, he understood, was playing a cruel joke by saying he wished to court him, but Dark? His counterpart? He wouldn't be so coy, infact, was he not the one who harmed Krad while he was pinned? Why would oh so honorable enemy side with the newcomer? He'd never done that before!

Infact last time a new comer entered the equation, Krad had awoken to find the interloper sealed. Oddly enough Mousy claimed to have no memory of there ever being an intruder in the first place. Of course, the thief had been quick to change subject and molest the blond into being less curious and more psychotic.

He was beginning to think the thief was even more devious than he seemed.

A soft, broken hiss escaped bruised lips as the blond forced himself into a sitting position, wings splayed crookedly about him. "Bastard..." He muttered, jerkily rising to an unstable stand. His tamer's mind glowed around him, focusing on the renewed motion.

"What the hell was that about?" Satoshi's cold snarl washed over the insane beauty with a sharp sting. Krad temporarily entertained the thought of making an uncharacteristically crude gesture at his everything before dismissing it and throwing himself on his imaginary king size bed.

"…" Krad snuggled deeper in the duvet, long golden strands covering most of his form.

"Krad?" One weary amber eye peered into icy blue as his tamer knelt by the bed, mental form glowing with energy.

"…" Satoshi pursed his lips as he gazed at his curse and charge; a wintry hand reached up to pet the angel's flaxen locks.

"Where are my contacts?" The eye was quickly shut as the demon pulled a pillow over his head.

"msdfjsldfsd." Satoshi raised a cool eyebrow at his curse's childish behavior. Over the year or so spent with him, he had found the blond as mature as he was distant. However, there were moments when the angelic demon would break from his usual behavior pattern and show an extremely immature irrational side that was often easier to deal with than his independent psychopathic teenage moods.

"I can't understand you when you mumble." He scolded, careful not to appear too imposing lest the damaged being lashed out and fell back into his usual mood.

"I lost them." Small pink lips pressed into a thin line as the curse awaited judgment from his tamer/parental figure.

"How did you lose them?" The blunet prodded, white face tightening in dispassionate anger.

"…Dark made me…" Dejected tawny hues flitted away.

"Made you lose them?" The soft question was greeted with a solemn nod.

"How'd he do that?"

"He hurt me…" The blonde's lip quivered with consternation as he struggled with having admitted the thief overwhelmed him.

"Why?"

"The butler was arguing with him, and he wasn't paying attention."

"The butler? Argentine?" Well, that was surprising.

"Hai, he called me weak." Tired and cranky Krad started to glare. "I don't want to talk about it, now leave before I kill your red-head annoyance." He snapped, rolling over to face the mental wall.

"Sleep, I'll be back later." The commander commanded, hesitantly pressing a soft kiss on smooth skin as he caught sight of damaged wrists.

".."

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"O-oh, hello Satoshi-kun!" Daisuke stuttered nervously as he stared at the surprise visitor.

"May I come in Niwa-san? " Cool sapphire orbs leveled the shorter teen with an angry glare which sent the poor boy through a loop.

"Of course! Have a seat!" Daisuke yelped, ushering the blunet into the lounge.

"I need to speak with Argentine, and Dark."

"I'm sorry but-"

"Now." Satoshi snapped, crossing his arms as stood over the flustered wing-master.

"H-hai." Daisuke cowered from the commander's unusual temper. "Towa-chan can you get Agentine-san? It's urgent." He squeaked at the equally terrified maid. She nodded eagerly and scampered off into the maze that was the basement.

"And Dark." Satoshi reminded impatiently. The Niwa nodded and started jabbing at the thief to wake him up and clean up whatever mess he was responsible for.

"Wha-"The thief barely had time to open his mouth before he was socked in the face with all the force of an angry tamer and police commander. His hand immediately came up to cup his jaw gingerly feeling about to insure that it wasn't broken. Wide violet orbs shrunk away from the chilling stare that the shorter male was sending him. Yikes!

"..really angry." Came the hushed whisper as the maid returned with the butler in tow.

"Hikari-sama?" The brunet murmured, bowing respectfully as he surveyed the damage to his now lover. "Would this happen to be about the injuries the White Wings has obtained?"

"No, you think?" The furious young male hissed sarcastically. "Why the hell did you break his wrists?" The thief flinched. "They're broken?" "And his wings where bruised, along with his stomach and face. And you made him lose my bloody contacts!"

Dark winced guilty at each accusation as he nursed his swollen jaw. Argentine merely looked on impassively.

"Are you quite finished?" His smooth dulcet tones soothed his previous master's frayed nerves.

"Yes, now explain." Satoshi demanded coolly, accusing eyes flickering between them.

"As we said before, we never meant to cause him harm, we merely got carried away." Came the smooth purr.

"You mangled his wrists!"

"It was an accident!" Dark snapped, scowling at the boy.

"How do you accidently break someone's hands?"

"Simple, you-"Argentine cut Dark off before he could flare the commander's temper again. "We meant no harm." He repeated, "In fact we wish to court him, if you would allow it." His elbow jabbed the thief's stomach as he opened him mouth to protest. He smiled gently as Dark glared.

"Court him?" Satoshi echoed narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, date him if you will. Do we have your permission?"

"…No." Insert dry stare. "Currently I dislike both of you."

"I thought you hated him." Dark scowled, crossing tanned arms as he fought the urge to beat the Hikari artwork and his master to bloody pulps.

"Your point? Why should I give the enemy something I may still find useful?"

"…You're going to blackmail us?" Argentine questioned apathetically.

"Of course."

"You creepy little bastard-"The thief snarled launching himself at the blunet with intent to kill.

They wrestled on the floor until the thief knocked the blunet out, sending the boy into transformation. Soon it was Krad himself, not his tamer, who sat beneath him with narrowed, alert, eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" He snarled backhanding the purple haired playboy into a nearby wall.

"Settle down!" Argentine snapped, as the blonde was regretting it as the pain of his injuries blossomed. The thief ignored him, approaching the hunter with a fixed frown and angry eyes. "I said stop this!" The brunet growled coming to stand between the two warriors.

"Out the way brat!" Dark shoved the shorter male onto the floor. Krad scrambled away from the now equally enraged psychopath.

Argentine's lips thinned as he began to push himself up, psychic powers manifesting. Soon the thief was thrown back into the wall, again. Energy balls and damaged property flew everywhere as Krad hid behind the couch, nursing his throbbing arms.

As he regained a sense of reality the blonde noted that all was silent. He cautiously peered over the couch edge and promptly dropped back into his previous position, horrified blush in place. Dark and the butler were doing the nasty! Right out in the open! Ugh! Had they no sense of modesty?

"D-dark-sama!"

Apparently not.

The thief had shoved Argentine up against the couch, making it rock with every movement. Krad gagged and jerkily drug himself up, intent on getting out of the madhouse. He stumbled into the hallway only to find a banana peel. He side-stepped it with little thought until spears suddenly came shooting out of the walls. He dodged them with a startled shriek and ran through the hallway in reckless abandon.

That was of course, until the floor gave way. He flapped his wings repeatedly, trying to gain balance before he came crashing down into the dark cellar-like room.

"Fuck!"

He landed on his backside with a hard thump. As all his wounds began to work in sync the blonde started to sniffle. Soon this sniffle turned into an all out wail of pain, confusion, and horror. He hate hate hated the Niwas for this! Hated them all! Why wasn't he allowed to kill them? He'd be a good boy then!

"Hello?" Light flooded the room and revealed the bawling angel to what he vaguely recognized as the Niwa maid. She stood at the top of some staircase, nervously fluttering about as his cries increased in volume at the humiliation of being found in such a state. "Uhm, Master Kosuke?" She squeaked in distress.

"What is it?"

"I believe it is the White Wings…also, Master Dark and Argentine-san are servicing each other in the lounge, and they've made quite a mess." Her face was visibly red and she gestured upward.

"Oh, well, make sure they clean up after themselves, and can you tell Emiko-san to set up another place at the dinner table?"

"Will the White Wings be joing us tonight?"

"Yes, what kind of host wouldn't provide their guest with comfort? Run along now." The dark haired man commanded as he began to descend the stairs to the whimpering angel.

"Hai." The maid curtsied and slipped out to run her errands.

"Hello, Krad-san is it?" The gentle male questioned, kneeling at the side of the distressed being.

"Go away you stupid Niwa!" Came the muffled cry.

"Now, now. I'm not a Niwa, simply married to one. You can trust me." He soothed, "What's wrong."

"E-everything! The butler keeps insulting my manhood, the thief keeps hurting me, I hate this house and they were doing the naughty in front of me!" The blond whined, reluctantly giving in to the parental touch. The man exuded the aura of someone to trust. "And my wrists hurt!" He sniffed pitifully as he presented his bruises to the man.

"We should bandage that." Kosuke murmured, helping the tired beauty up.

"I hate humanity." Krad pouted insanely.

"Doesn't everyone?"


Author's Note: I updated something! *Happy grin* I'm starting from the humorous stories okay? I already have the first half of the next chapter of Azure Tales typed up. Love you all and thanks for the reviews!

Disclaimer: Me no ownie DN Angel.