Slytherin – Fanatic 911: Howdy Y'all! Welcome to the much awaited Chapter 3 of the Thief's Escape! I'm soooooooo sorry for making all of you guys wait so long for this chapter. I know I've been unfaithful, but I really just wanted to finish Natsuyasumi first then start typing up Fuyuyasumi before I got to typing up Chapter 3. I know that's really no excuse, but I should just let you guys know now that I will NOT be updating The Thief's Escape as often as Fuyuyasumi (which basically mean that I'll put up a chapter like once a year). But I also will not just abandon this story like some people do.
Anyway, getting on to a happier topic, FRIZZLE!
Frizzle: Yeeeeees…? Do you need something?
Slytherin – Fanatic 911: Can please, pretty please, do the disclaimer?
Frizzle: Sure! Why not? Disclaimer: Slytherin – Fanatic 911 does not own D N Angel but she does own a 6 foot 2 cardboard cut out of Severus Snape (which is not creepy in any way shape or form). Now…… ON WITH THE STORY!
Krad groaned and opened his eyes. His head was pounding and his tongue felt thick and fuzzy. He looked over towards his balcony and hissed as the light hit his eyes. It was just past dawn. That he knew. What Krad didn't know was what happened last night. All he could remember was Dark arriving at his mansion, drinking a lot of wine then eating dinner. It was fuzzy from there onwards.
Bits came back in flashes as he tried to remember. Him kissing Dark… the servant seeing Dark… Krad dragging Dark over to the bed… Dark moaning in ecstasy… Every memory involved Dark. So where was he?
Krad heard a groan come from beside him. He froze. Every fibre of his being hoped that that groan didn't come from a certain purple haired thief. Krad closed his eyes and prayed to the gods above that it wasn't Dark lying next to him in his bed and that it was someone else.
"Mornin' Kraddykins, what's for breakfast?" said a voice from beside him. Krad swore loudly. A fresh wave of pain ran through him. "What's wrong Kraddykins? Hangover got you?"
Krad's eyes slowly opened. He turned and looked beside. Dark was lying on his side, propped up on is elbow.
Please let this be a dream, thought Krad desperately.
"Dark… please go away," Krad said slowly.
"What happened to my nickname from last night? I got used to being called 'Darkypoo'."
Krad groaned, sat up and got out of bed, vaguely aware that he was naked. He heard his bed creak as Dark got out of bed too. He wrapped his arms around Krad's waist, resting his head on Krad's shoulder.
"What happened last night, Dark?" Krad asked. He heard Dark chuckle behind him.
"We had a very pleasurable night last night Krad," teased Dark. "You consumed nearly three quarters of that white wine alone. And I like the look of your abs, also."
"What did I do Dark?"
"You did things with your mouth that I didn't know you could do," Dark smirked. "And it felt good.
Krad's eyes widened in shock. "Did we actually… er… do 'it' though?"
Dark's grin widened. "It was fantastic. You were screaming my name as I was screaming yours. The ride was unbelievable."
Krad breathed heavily as he panicked. How many servants had found out about Dark being here? He needed to go down to the servant's quarters and find out many immediately.
Krad looked around the room, trying to find his boxers. Once he spotted said item, he pulled himself out of Dark's grasp and walked over to them.
"Where're you goin'?" asked Dark after Krad had pulled on his boxers.
"Servant's quarters. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Uh… bacon and sausages with a bit of bread."
Krad rolled is eyes and walked out of the doors, closing it behind him.
--D N Angel--
Krad knocked on the door of the shabby servant's quarters. He heard hurried footsteps then the unlocking of a door. When the door was opened, the servant shrunk back in fear. Krad brushed past him and into the room. The effect was instantaneous. Silence swept over the room like wave crashing on to a beach.
The servant who had opened the door blushed and quietly said, "Master Krad, what brings us the pleasure of your presence?"
Krad eyes the room suspiciously. "I want any of the servants that were in, or went near my room last night to stand up."
Two servants stood up, both bright red. Krad beckoned them to follow him. When they were out side he closed the door the door. Krad walked down the hallway and into an empty room. The servants followed, fear evident in their eyes.
"Close the door. I don't want to be interrupted," Krad said, as he walked over to the other side of the room.
One of the servants did what Krad said, still fearful. Krad turned and faced the servants.
"Did any of you see Dark last night?" he barked at them.
The first servant frowned and said, "Why would Dark be here? You hate him, don't you Master Krad?"
Krad sighed in relief. "Good you can go now."
The servant bowed and scurried away. Once the door was closed again, Krad turned to the other servant.
"How many times did you see him, and what did he, or I, say to you?"
The servant blushed, looked down at his feet and muttered something. Krad kept staring at the servant until the servant looked up into his eyes and whispered, "Twice. Fist when I came to collect the dirty plates and second when I came back to see if you still wanted you bath."
"What were we doing on both occasions?" inquired Krad, leaning closer.
The servant took a few steps back and replied, "On the first time you were only kissing. Nothing too bad. But on the second one…"
The servant trailed off and shivered. Krad leaned forward, eager to hear more. "What were we doing on the second occasion?"
"You were doing something unspeakable. If the village found out, your reputation would be ruined." The servant paused for moment, collecting his thoughts. "I-I would rather not say what you were doing, Master Krad. I found it rather dis-disturbing…"
Krad eyed the servant then said, "I was drunk. So, I didn't know what I was doing half the time."
The servant nodded shyly and looked away. Krad opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. After a few minutes, he finally found his voice and said, "I want you to be my personal servant. Even though it requires a lot more work, you get better pay and you can order the other servants around. You will tell no one of what you saw last night. If you do, I will personally make sure that you will live the rest of your life in misery."
The servant bowed. "What do you want for breakfast, Master Krad?"
"A cup of hot tea. Dark wants bacon and sausages with a bit of bread."
The servant bowed again and left the room. Krad let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding and winced as the pounding in his head got worse. He looked around the room one more time before walking over and stepping out of the room.
--D N Angel--
Krad walked over to his bed and sat down with the cup of tea in his hands. He looked over to Dark, who smirked. Dark was currently on the other side of the room, sitting on the floor, eating his breakfast. Krad muttered, 'Baka' under his breath and continued to sip his tea.
Stupid Dark, thought Krad. Look at him. All smug over there on the floor. It's like he knows something I don't. Grrr… I hate him.
"Hey, Krad, what's the time?" asked Dark.
Krad glared at Dark then looked outside. "It's about fifteen minutes to ten."
Dark nodded and resumed eating.
There was a knock on the door. Sighing, stood up, walked over to the door and answered it. It was a servant.
"What do you want?" asked Krad in an annoyed manner.
The servant gulped and stammered, "Ma-Ma-Master Krad. Yo- you have your fi-fittings in fifteen minutes."
Krad blinked. He had completely forgotten about them. Luckily he had his servants to remind him. He nodded. The servant bowed and rushed away. Krad turned and faced Dark.
Dark grinned. Krad glared at him. "After you finish that, you're gonna have to leave."
"Why can't I just stay here? I promise I won't break anything."
Krad continued to glare at Dark then replied; "Now why would I do a stupid thing like that?"
Looking offended, Dark pouted. "You're so mean, Kraddykins."
Rolling his eyes, Krad walked back over to his bed. He heard Dark snickered and felt annoyed.
--D N Angel--
"Can you please hold out your arms, Master Krad?" said a man with slicked back, brown hair.
Krad complied and held out his arms.
The assistant measured Krad's arms and made a note.
This is boring, thought Krad. I wonder if Dark is going to come over today. Gah! What am I thinking! I don't want Dark to come over again. Krad sighed and added in a small voice, Who knows what will happen?
"Uh, Master Krad?" The nervous assistant tried to get Krad's attention.
Krad looked over to him. "Yes?"
"Um, what colours would you like your coat in?"
"Black and silver," automatically replied Krad.
Silence. Krad realized what he said and turned a bright pink.
"Black… and… silver, Master Krad?"
"Do you question me?" snapped Krad.
"Uh, no, Master Krad, we were just a little surprised because the usual colours you pick are white and gold," muttered the owner of the shop.
Krad looked at the man, offended. "Well, I felt it's time for a new colour scheme." The man nodded and half-walked, half-ran to get the fabric. Krad raised an elegant eyebrow and shouted after him, "And I want the rest of the outfit to match!"
The man shuddered and hurried into the back room.
Krad glared at his back, then promptly turned away and let the assistant continue with his work.
--D N Angel--
Krad stormed back up to his mansion, angry. He wasn't going to let that stupid Phantom Thief get to him.
I shouldn't have let him stay last night. It was a mistake, thought he miserably. Never again. It's never going to happen again, Krad said in his mind, with renewed anger. If he ever comes over to my house again, it's straight out the window with him.
Krad walked up to the gates of his mansion and pushed them open. He slipped inside and walked up his long drive to his house. Once inside, he walked up to the stairs. He was just about to start walking up them when a servant (the one he had promoted that morning) came up to him and said, "Master Krad, someone is waiting to see you in the drawing room."
Krad frowned. He wasn't expecting any visitors. "Who is it?"
The servant coughed and stuttered nervously, "Da-Dark."
Krad froze. He started to breathe deeply, trying to contain his anger. He growled and turned around, heading for the drawing room. He slammed the door opened, walked in, then slammed the door shut again. Krad looked around the magnificent room and spotted Dark by the window. He grinned and thought, Perfect.
"Dark, what the hell are you doing here?" Krad said in a low voice.
Dark, startled, turned around and faced Krad, "I came to visit you!" Isn't it obvious?"
Krad glared at Dark and walked over to him. "You," he muttered, "out of my house. Now."
Dark stuck his tongue out at Krad and said, "Don't wanna."
"Dark," Krad said in a serious tone. "You will either leave through the front door, unscathed. Or out through the window, with little cuts and bruises to accompany you home, or wherever you sleep."
Dark raised one eyebrow in a cocky manner. "Would you really throw me out the window, Kraddykins?"
Krad walked over and opened the window that Dark was standing next to saying, "If I had the chance, I would throw you off my balcony."
Dark gave Krad his best puppy dog eyes and said, "You're so mean, Kraddykins. What did I ever do to you?"
Krad sent Dark a glare and then proceeded to try and push him out the window.
"You know I'm just gonna sneak back in later, right?" said Dark, as he climbed through the window.
"Not if you know what's good for you," Krad growled.
He gave one last final shove and Dark fell onto the ground outside the window with muffled, 'ow'.
Krad smirked and slammed the window shut. He then turned around and walked out of the drawing room. He saw a servant called him over and said, "I want extra security around this place tonight. No one gets in, alright?"
The servant nodded, bowed, and then scurried away, looking scared.
Krad, slightly angry after his chat with Dark, stormed up to his room and slammed the door behind him.
He hated that stupid thief, Dark. Ever since that incident, Krad couldn't get Dark out of his head. He couldn't get that ugly, cocky, brash, conniving, slim, well-muscled, toned, violet haired, beautiful…
Wait! Thought Krad as he walked over to his bed. Did I really just think that? Damn that bastard Dark! Corrupting my very self, from the inside out.
Sitting down, Krad put his head in his hands and let his mind go blank. Soon afterwards, a picture of Dark popped up into his mind. Krad twitched. Why was Dark constantly plaguing him so? What did he, Krad, do to deserve this?
"Why are you all that I can think of…?" muttered Krad.
Is it possible that… Krad let his thoughts trail off finishing them second later; I'm in love with Dark?
No. it was simply not possible. If he loved Dark, then he would strip down and walk through the streets of the town below naked. It was a thought to weird to comprehend. He, Krad Hikari, was often called an ice angel, or a cold-hearted demon.
'Krad Hikari could never love anyone.'
That was the whisper that ran throughout the town. And it was true. He could never love anyone. He would never love anyone. And yet…there was Dark, in all his glory.
It was impossible. Krad had been adopted when he was a young by a wealthy man who needed an heir. He grew up, surrounded by adults who told him that he would one day grow up to be a great man. No friends. He hadn't been allowed such luxuries. He'd never been taught how to love, so even if Krad did fall in love, he wouldn't know what it felt like.
But he would not fall in love. Everyone had always expected him to grow up and become a man that was feared, but respected. That was all he had ever known, and ever will know. Sure, he would marry eventually to a produce a suitable heir, but that would be out of duty. Not love. So who was Dark to think that they could be together? It would never happen. Not in a million years.
"I was thinking Kraddykins," said a voice from the shadows, making Krad jump, "instead of me sneaking in all the time, why don't I just move in?"
Krad turned around and faced Dark, glaring at him tiredly. Dark walked up to Krad and embraced him.
"What are you doing in my house, Dark?" Krad asked for a second that evening.
He felt Dark grin against him. "Oh nothing. I just thought I'd try and visit my favourite person again, without getting thrown out the window."
Krad pulled away and glared at Dark. The purple haired thief was looking as cocky as ever. A bubbling hated rise up inside of Krad and a sudden urge to push Dark off his balcony.
"Dark," snarled Krad, "If you don't get out of my house now, I swear, I will push you off my balcony. And that is no idle threat."
Dark's grin slipped a little as Krad made his way over to the balcony. Krad was serious. And if he, Dark, didn't do something soon then he would be in trouble.
"Krad, please reconsider this. I-I'm a good person," Krad snorted at this, "and you will regret pushing me off the balcony." A raised eyebrow from Krad and Dark instantly had an idea. "Wait! Wait! I have an idea!" Krad stopped and looked at Dark mildly interested. "We'll make a bet. When I next steal something, if you can catch me, then I will willingly be your slave and do whatever you ask, for a month. However, if I can escape, then you have to promise to stop hunting me and let me live with you for two weeks. Okay?"
Krad considered the bet. He'd managed to capture the thief once before, so he could probably do it again. "Okay. But on one condition. If I capture you, then you have to promise to stop stealing for two months." A frown, then Dark reluctantly nodded. "Okay, now get out of here."
Dark nodded hurriedly and quickly left, leaving the blonde to his thoughts.
Krad sighed and sat back down on his bed. What did he get himself into?
Slytherin – Fanatic 911: Yaaaaaay! Chapter 3 is finished! I hope everyone enjoy it immensely, 'cause I know I sure did!
Frizzle: So did I! Now, onto business.
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Frizzle: And do not expect Chapter 4 up until maybe next year! But please, if you want it up faster, then recommend you to review, review and review some more! Because Slytherin already has what is going to happen all planned out, she just needs to get motivated to write and type it!
Slytherin – Fanatic 911: Yes indeedy! Now, I shall say good bye and good night to you all!
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