Slytherin – Fanatic 911: Howdy Y'all! Howdy Y'all! Welcome to Chapter Seven of Junai Angels! Did you enjoy the last chapter? I hope you did! Now Frizzle, please do the disclaimer!

Frizzle: Of course Slytherin! Disclaimer: Slytherin – Fanatic 911 does not own D N Angel or JunJou Romantica, but she does own her own characters, Chiyo Niwa (Dai-chan's older sister) and Sayuri (Satoshi-kun's twin sister). Now… ON WITH THE STORY!

…In Azumano…

"Haven't been here in a while," were the first words that Satoshi said when he walked into his old home. A thick layer of dust covered every surface. Satoshi took a step forward, causing the dust that was on the floor to rise up in a cloud making the blunette sneeze. "Perhaps it might be a good idea to clean before we do anything else."

"Indeed Satoshi-sama," Krad said. He stepped up beside Satoshi and put his small suitcase down. "Sayuri-sama and you can head upstairs, I'll handle this."

Satoshi nodded, picked up his suitcase and he and Sayuri walked up the stairs that were on their left. Once they were out of Krad's line of vision, he closed his eyes and focused on his dormant magic. Power flooded through him, filling him up and when he was ready, Krad released it. A shining golden light enveloped him and when it disappeared, Krad just stood in the small hallway, head held high. He felt his golden hair flow freely down to his waist and when he turned to lock the front door, robes of white swished around him with ease. There was something comforting about being back in his own clothes. The clothes that he normally wore were too constricting, and with his magic flowing freely through him, Krad found it easier for him to breath.

Krad took a minute to relax and get used to being in his original form, before he closed his eyes once again. He gathered his magic once more, but this time when he released it, a great swooping wind rushed through the house. Once it passed, Krad opened his eyes to see a clean house, no dust in sight. He smiled before turning and walking to where Satoshi and Sayuri were.

-D N Angel-

…With Dark…

When Dark first felt it, his heart started racing. The faint rush of another magic user releasing their powers was all he could focus on as Riku talked about Daisuke's outfit for the ball. There was only one person who Dark could think of which the magic could have came from. Powerful, yet simple, a magic that Dark had known for over 300 years.

"He's here," Dark said in a breathless voice. Riku stopped mid-sentence to look at Dark, confusion written across her face.

"Who's here?" Daisuke asked.

"Him," replied the thief. "Krad, he just released his magic and, and I felt it."

"Krad?" Riku asked, not completely understanding what Dark was talking about. "Who's that?"

"Hikari stuff," Daisue said dismissively to Riku. "If Krad's here then Satoshi-kun and Sayuri-san must here too. They must be here for the ball!"

Dark nodded but didn't say anything else. His thoughts focused entirely upon Krad and what he would say to the blonde angel if he got the chance to apologize. He would say sorry first up, apologize for being an ass, then he would tell Krad how much he loved him and how much he really missed him. A wave of guilt crashed over him. Dark knew that he never should've broken up with Krad in the first place. They were perfect together. Two sides of the same coin as Krad had said all those years ago…

-D N Angel-

…Wednesday night, with Satoshi…

Satoshi sat in the restaurant next to Sayuri, a large frown on his face. The back of his neck had felt cold and exposed since the hair cut that Kei had made him get the previous day. Even though his father had claimed that his hair had become entirely too long and 'not presentable enough for the ball' Satoshi felt that was completely unreasonable of Kei to force him to get a haircut. His hair had been a perfectly reasonable length.

"Cheer up Satoshi," Sayuri murmured, brushing a strand of her hair behind her an ear. "It looks good on you. Besides, you can always regrow it."

"I know," Satoshi replied reluctantly, "but he shouldn't have made me get it cut."

"It was getting a bit long," Sayuri said, wanting Satoshi to calm down.

"It was far too long," Kei said abruptly as he sat down. "You should never have let it grow out in the first place."

Satoshi didn't respond, instead he turned away, his frown growing larger.

Neither Satoshi or Sayuri spoke for the next few minutes as a waitress came and took their order. After the waitress had left, the silence at the table was suffocating. None of the table's occupants spoke, even when their dinner arrived and they started eating. It was only when they were half-way through the main course that Kei put down his knife and fork, wiped his moth on his napkin and said, "I trust that you both have suitable outfits picked out for this Saturday's ball."

Sayuri looked at Satoshi for a second then answered, "Yes, Satoshi, Krad and I went shopping the weekend after you came to Tokyo to buy outfits."

"And what will you be wearing, Satoshi?" Kei asked his son.

After a minute, when it was clear Satoshi wasn't going to answer, Sayuri said, "Satoshi's going to be wearing a tuxedo with a white bow tie."

"And yourself, Sayuri?"

"I'll be wearing a sleeveless black evening gown with gold trimmings," she said, her cheeks growing pink.

"I assume you picked out these outfits yourself," Kei said, taking a sip of his wine.

"No," Sayuri responded, slightly surprised. "Well Satoshi and I had input but Krad was the one who chose them."

A frown and a noise of discontent came from Kei upon hearing this. He took another, longer, sip of his wine before saying, "I do not understand how you put up with him."

Satoshi turned to Kei, not believing what he was saying and said in a low voice, "Despite what you think, Chichi, Krad is not as bad as you think. Once you get to know him-"

"He is a rude, self-centred, proud bastard who dresses completely outrageously," Kei said in a fierce voice, cutting off Satoshi. "And he does nothing but sit on his lazy ass in that cramped room everyday claiming that he's 'painting'."

"He is a far better person than you ever will be!" Satoshi said, raising his voice. People from the tables besides them turned to look at what all the yelling was about.

"Satoshi! Keep your voice down, you forget where we are!" Kei declared.

"No!" Satoshi stood up, slammed his fist on the table and leaned into Kei's face to say, "You are a self-obsessed demon who would do anything for a bit of extra money. You have never thought of anyone but yourself for your entire miserable life!"

The whole restaurant went silent as Satoshi breathed heavily, trying to contain his anger. He stood for a few more seconds before kicking back his chair and storming angrily out the door.

Sayuri quickly stood up, glanced at Kei for a brief second before hurrying after Satoshi.

-D N Angel-

…Later that night, with Argentine…

Argentine walked along streets he had memorized, his footsteps silent. He could hear his heart beat clearly in his ears as he thought about what he was about to do. After they left, Argentine had visited their house many times, in hope that they had secretly come back. They never did though. He thought back to what he had overheard Dark saying to Daisuke earlier that week. Argentine had felt it too, but he hadn't recognized it. Krad was in Azumano and so were Satoshi and Sayuri.

Argentine cleared his head as he turned into the correct street and walked up to the house he knew they were staying in. He looked up to the balcony and at the open doors that led into Sayuri's old room. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of finally seeing her again.

Argentine focused on his magic and willed himself to levitate up to the second floor of the building. When he had asked Emiko to turn himself human, he had requested that they allow him to have control over his magic still. So while his body had been turned human, his mind was still that of a Hikari artwork.

Once he had risen to be level with the railing of the balcony, Argentine landed. He took several deep breaths and looked inside the room. There she was, lying on her bed, sleeping peacefully. Her blue hair was splayed out behind her and as Argentine raked his eyes over her form, he saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest. It was hard to resist barging in her room right then but he knew that Krad would've surely set up barriers to prevent people like himself from entering.

So he braced himself, brought up his hands and cautiously reached out. An electric shock coursed through Argentine's body as he was thrown back. He landed heavily on the street below with the wind knocked out of him. He lay there, in the middle of the street, for a few minutes trying to get back his breath and let the raging fire in his veins settle down.

Once Argentine felt strong enough, he got up and levitated up to Sayuri's balcony again. Not wanting to repeat what happened the first time, he gathered his magic and created a slight force field around his body. Feeling more reassured, he brought his hands up again and reached out for the barrier once more.

This time, instead of feeling an electric shock and being sent flying backwards, Argentine felt a dull shock and saw the tips of his fingers being forced through. As he pushed his hands through though, he saw the material of his gloved being ripped off. He couldn't stop though, he was so close to being with Sayuri again.

As Argentine started to force his wrists through the barrier, he looked up and saw Krad enter Sayuri's room. Wanting nothing more than to speak with Sayuri, he shouted, knowing that Krad couldn't hear him, "Krad! Kokuyoku! Please! Let me through! I just want to talk to Sayuri-chan! Nothing more! Please!"

Argentine saw Krad examine him then step forward. Hope filled him, thinking Krad was going to let him in, but it was crushed when the blonde angel grabbed the balcony doors and slammed them shut. The force of this sent Argentine flying backwards again. He landed on the street, feeling the pavements beneath him crack.

A hopelessness filled him, becoming so strong that it sent tears down is face. He was so close to seeing her again. So close to being able to touch her and hold her, but he couldn't. As he lay on the street, Argentine thought back to the last time he had seen Sayuri. The words she said filled his mind, repeating over and over as he lay in the street, crying.

-D N Angel-

…The next day, in Tokyo, with Risa…

Risa walked along the path, one purpose in mind. She looked up at the glass building ahead and picked up her pace. After receiving Satoshi's email the previous week, she had decided to go directly to the police headquarters to meet with him person. Obviously he wasn't going to admit to being Satoshi the easy way, so she was going to have force it out of him.

Risa walked up to the entrance of the building and stepped through the automatic doors. She looked around the spacious lobby and once she saw the main desk, walked straight towards it. She stopped just in front of the desk and cleared her throat to get the receptionist's attention. The man looked up at Risa and said, "What can I do for you ma'am?"

"I would like to speak with Inspector Hiwatari please," Risa said politely. "It's over a very important matter."

"Okay, I'll call up his department for you," the man said. He picked up a phone that next to him, dialled a number and started speaking into it.

As the man spoke, Risa thought about what she was going to say to Satoshi. From what Sayuri had told her, ever since they had moved to Tokyo, Satoshi had become more shut off than what he had been in middle school. So somehow Risa had to force Satoshi to admit to who he was and then get him to talk to Daisuke.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" the man at the front desk put down the phone and looked at Risa. "It appears that the Inspector has gone to the sea for the week and won't be getting back until Sunday. Do you want to leave a message?"

Risa, surprised, shook her head and said, "No, it's fine. I'll come back later." She walked away, her mind racing at 50 miles per hour. He had gone away for the week. He must have gone back to Azumano with Sayuri for the Historical Ball. The thought put a smile on Risa's face. Suddenly, her plan to reunite Satoshi and Daisuke didn't seem so hard after all.

-D N Angel-

…In Azumano, with Sayuri…

Sayuri let out a sigh as she relaxed against the railing, letting the sounds of the waves and the fountain behind her wash over her. She closed her eyes and felt a cool sea breeze brush over her face. It had been so long since she had felt so relaxed, she'd forgotten how good it ws. The busy life she had in Tokyo never gave her anytime to properly relax. As Sayuri opened her eyes, she stared out at the sea and let a smile grace her features. She turned around to face her brother as he sat next to the fountain, on his phone, texting.

"How is he?" she asked, walking over to Satoshi.

"He's good," the blunette replied. "Reckons that class got ten times harder since you're not there."

Sayuri laughed at Satoshi's comment and said, "Misaki will be fine. Just because I'm not there for one week does not mean that he's going to fail."

Satoshi gave his sister a small smile and said, "I'll make sure to tell him that."

Sayuri was just about to turn around again when she saw, in the distance, Chiyo Niwa. Shock and a slight thrill of fear ran throughout her body. Instead of wanting to turn around and run away though, all Sayuri wanted was to go up to her and say hi. The fact that she hadn't seen the red haired girl in four years was the main pull of attraction for her. Sayuri's life at the orphanage had been tormented by Chiyo, so to see her now after such a long time was a surreal experience.

Sayuri looked to her brother who was still texting and made her decision. She stepped forward slightly and said to Satoshi, "I'll be back," before walking towards Chiyo.

As Sayuri walked closer to the elder girl her heart beat grew louder in her ears and she felt nerves starting to overtake her. To calm herself down, Sayuri took a couple of breaths and called out, "Chiyo-san!"

Chiyo looked to where she heard her name called from, trying to discern the source of the noise. It wasn't long though before she spotted Sayuri and surprise overcame her. Sayuri gave a tentative smile and walked to rest of the way over.

It was silent for a bit between the two girls, awkwardness clear, before Sayuri said in a small voice, "It's been a while, Chiyo-san. How have you been?"

Chiyo gave Sayuri a suspicious look before answering, "I've been good, though I think 'a while' is a bit of an understatement. What about yourself? How's Tokyo?"

"To-Tokyo?" Sayuri stuttered, astounded. "Ho-how did you-?"

"Apparently Saehara-san ran into you while you were working. He told Daisuke and Daisuke told me," Chiyo explained.

Vague memories from a few weeks ago were brought forth. Sayuri gasped when she realized that the young brunette male that had asked about the Angel's Despair was Takeshi. "That was him!" she exclaimed. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I didn't recognize him!"

Chiyo chuckled at Sayuri's reaction. "He didn't recognize you either until he was back here. Speaking of which, what are you doing back in Azumano? I would've thought that you'd never want to come back again after what happened."

"Oh, well," Sayuri trailed off awkwardly, glancing out the sea before continuing, "Chichi came to Tokyo a few weeks ago and sort of forced us to agree to come back for this Historical Ball thing."

"Ugh, I know how you feel," Chiyo said, surprising Sayuri. "Emiko-san said that if I don't go she'll burn all my stuff and I'll be forced to live on the street."

"Oh, so you're still living at the Niwas' then?"

Chiyo nodded, an unhappy look crossing her face. "Just for the moment though. I'll eventually get a good paying job and move out."

"Right," Sayuri said. She glanced back to the fountain and saw Satoshi standing up. "I should be going," she said, looking back to Chiyo. "It was nice seeing you again. I'm sure we can catch up more at the ball."

Sayuri said a quick goodbye to Chiyo before walking back to Satoshi. A smile crossed her face, glad that she had spoken to the other girl. A pressure had been lifted off her shoulders that she didn't know had been there.

-D N Angel-

…Friday night, with Daisuke…

Daisuke laid back on his bed, staring at the photos on the wall. His eyes ran over the ones of him and Sayuri and then stopped at the one it was next to. Satoshi was looking at the camera, a smile on his face and looking so happy… Daisuke felt an irrepressible guilt wash over him as feelings from the past were brought up.

The door of Daisuke's room opened up suddenly to reveal Chiyo, who sighed and walked over to Daisuke's bed. She sat next to him and said in an annoyed voice, "You should stop pining over him. Everything will work out eventually."

Daisuke glanced at his sister only to look back to his photos and ignore her completely.

Chiyo shook her head and said to Daisuke, "Look I just came to tell you that I ran into Sayuri-san yesterday."

This had gotten Daisuke's attention. He sat up quickly and stared into Chiyo's eyes. "You saw Sayuri-san yesterday?"

"Yeah, ran into her while I was out," Chiyo said. "Apparently her and her brother is here for the Historical Ball."

Daisuke's heart skipped a beat at what it meant. It meant that Sayuri and Satoshi really were in Azumano and Daisuke finally had the chance to apologize. He finally had the chance to say to Satoshi all that he wanted to say and to get his forgiveness.

"Th-thank you for telling me, Chiyo-nee-san," Daisuke said hurriedly.

Chiyo smiled knowingly and stood up. She walked over to the door but before she left, she turned and said, "Say hi to Sayuri-san and Hikari-san for me."

Daisuke smiled and nodded. Finally, he was going to see Satoshi again. The thought alone made his heart soar. Firming his resolve, Daisuke decided to go around to their house in the morning and talk to Satoshi. Soon, everything would be fine again.

-D N Angel-

…Saturday Morning…

Daisuke stared up at the small house in front of him. His heart was beating furiously in his chest, elephants were romping around in his stomach and his palms were sweating despite the chill in the air. The thought of seeing Satoshi again was all that Daisuke had thought of since last night. After he'd told Dark about it, he'd had to convince the thief not to immediately go flying over and try and see Krad. The red head thought that if Dark had tried to talk to Krad, he'd have come back with a few injuries.

Daisuke looked back up to the small house and tried to supress all the memories that came to mind. So many warm thoughts had come from the house. It had been so long since he had visited the house he'd almost forgotten what it looked like.

"Just because it takes you only five minutes to get ready, doesn't mean it's the same for me," a female voice said.

Daisuke looked up quickly to see a female figure with blue hair done up in a loose bun on the balcony of the house in front of him. She appeared to still be in her pajamas and talking to someone who was just out of sight. She turned to face the street and Daisuke got a good look at her face. The thing that most shocked him was how good she looked. Sayuri had obviously taken care of herself over the years because she looked far better than what she had looked in Azumano.

"Krad says that he's going to help me get ready tonight," a cool, male voice said, floating down from the balcony. "Says I should look my best tonight, so if a certain someone sees me I can make them jealous."

Sayuri laughed and said back to her brother, "Well I'm sure that if Niwa does see you tonight then he'll be green with envy at what he's missed out on. More importantly, how's Misaki?"

"He's fine," Satoshi said. "I wish he was here though."

Daisuke felt tears fill his eyes. The sound of Satoshi's voice conversing so easily with Sayuri made him rethink his plan. He sounded so happy, it seemed like to Daisuke that the blunette had obviously moved on. The thing that hurt Daisuke the most though was that it seemed that Satoshi had moved on and found love in this 'Misaki'. Tears spilled from Daisuke's eyes and he turned away from the house, walking slowly back to the Niwa mansion.

Slytherin – Fanatic 911: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! I worked super hard on it and unbelievingly got it finished within a week, when normally my chapters take months to finish. Anyway, I'll only make this note short so for now I shall say please review with any thoughts or suggestions and I shall see you all in two months!

Just as a BTW, if you're wondering why Riku doesn't question Dark at he beginning of the chapter, please read my fic The Art of Moving On for details :)

Ja Bye Bye Ne!

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