My Dark Angel


Dark landed lightly on Daisuke's balcony. His wings glowed before turning into a sweet, white little rabbit. It 'kyuu-ed' before hopping through the open door and jumping into the lap of Dark's last tamer and current roommate. Daisuke Niwa chuckled and looked up as Dark closed the glass door and shrugged his coat off.

"Where were you?" he asked curiously, putting down his pencil and scratching Wiz's ears.

"You know where I was," Dark said irritably as he flung himself on the couch, "Stealing another artwork." He gestured to the wrapped up bundle on the floor.

"I meant where you went after that."

Dark froze for a second before laughing. "I stretched my wings, didn't I? There's no need-"

"Stop lying." Daisuke had swivelled his chair around so that he was facing the thief, "You're a terrible liar, you know."

Dark sighed.


"Was there a girl?" The purple head twitched. Daisuke took that as confirmation and sighed, rolling his eyes. "You've got to stop doing this, Dark," he groaned, "You're breaking a whole bunch of hearts, and it's looking more and more like a cry for attention."

"I don't need attention!" The thief snapped as he put his hands behind his head. Daisuke rolled his eyes. "Dating Riku has made you a prude, Daisuke. You need to lighten up - it's just a bit of fun."

"I happen," Daisuke said quietly, "to love her."

"Love?" Dark shrugged, "Over-rated. Waste of time."

"Just you wait Dark," Daisuke murmured as he turned back to his work, "It's easy to say that now, but when you're in love-"

"Oh, put a sock in it! I want to sleep!"

Daisuke shrugged and continued sketching, his pencil flying over the page. Dark wasn't sleeping as he claimed. He was trying, certainly, but he just couldn't get that girl out of his head. He remembered the feel of her skin against his; how he had inwardly marvelled at her slightness. He remembered her hair; long, curling, and brushing softly against his hands. And her mouth...He bit back a groan as she slipped seductively through his mind. He wanted to kiss her, he decided, turning over. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted to do more than kiss her, but that was beside the point. In all honesty, it probably wouldn't be easy, Dark mused, remembering the way she had lashed out.

But, he smiled ferally, he had always liked a challenge.

Daiskue couldn't concentrate. He found his mind wandering back to the events of last year...

Kosuke sat tiredly at the desk in the Niwa library. He was going to go cross-eyed if he read another book, he thought ruefully. He flipped over the page and wearily scanned it, looking for a way to seal artworks properly. Daisuke was getting exhausted of chasing down artworks that kept breaking their seals over and over again.

Black Wings.

Kosuke paused, blinking to be sure he read that right. Yup, it was still there. His eyes scanned the page, becoming more worried with each sentence.

"Towa!" he shouted, face-palming himself when she came scuttling into view and went splat into a bookcase.

"Y-Yes?" she squeaked, rubbing her nose.

"Where's Daisuke?"

"Umm..." Towa's brow furrowed as she thought, "He went to the museum with Riku. They went to see the Black Wings again."

Kosuke's eyes widened, before shutting in resignation and he stood silently, pushing his chair into the table. "Towa, I need you to get a first-aid kit and bandages," he said quietly, "And we'll have to hurry."

"Daisuke?" Riku asked, touching his shoulder gently. The spiky-haired teen shook his head and offered a small smile, taking her hand within his own.

"Just remembering," he said quietly, looking up at the Black Wings, "I can't believe it's been three years already."

"Yeah," Riku murmured. They both stared at the Black Wings. It floated there, barely visible behind it's shroud and thick chains.

"Wonder how you're doing, Dark?" Daisuke muttered.

"We miss you, pervert," Riku said, not nastily, but fondly.

They stood for a moment in silence, before bowing their heads and turning to leave. Daisuke had only taken a few steps away when he felt the chain around his neck slack and the rutile - the same one that his dad had given him so long ago -slipped from around it and fall to the ground. The second it touched the ground, a flash of lightning lit up the room. Daisuke was confused for a brief moment before he was overcome by pain. He crumpled to the ground, as an unearthly scream came from his mouth.

A pair of amethyst eyes snapped opened as a blood-chilling scream echoed in the void that was the Black Wings.

"What in the-?"

"Daisuke! Daisuke, talk to me!" Riku said frantically as Daisuke wrapped both his arms around his stomach.

"I-" Daisuke choked, before coughing up blood.


Riku whipped out her cell and started dialling emergency services, but stopped when an eerie moan filled the room. She looked up. The Black Wings was uncovered! Its chains were loose!

"Oh my god," she breathed.

A cold, mind-numbing panic was spreading through Riku's veins, until she saw the Black Wings shining with a dark, oily-looking light. The light travelled from the tips of its wings all the way to the top of the living artwork before it shattered, sending hundreds of thousands of feathers into the room.

Riku threw herself over Daisuke, shielding her face in the crook of her arm as feathers rushed past her, sharp and deadly. When everything was silent, she dared to look up. She saw two mounds of feathers, one black and one white, in separate corners of the room. The white mass shifted and a bright blur darted out of them and disappeared somewhere near the ceiling. The black feathers shifted, and a familiar purple head showed.

"What the hell-?" Riku gasped. The door burst open and Kosuke, followed by a nervous Towa, ran into the room. Towa darted over to Daisuke and began mopping him up, while Kosuke threw a bag of clothes at the purple boy's head.

"Hey Dark," he said quietly, "Been a while, hasn't it?"

Diary Entry 5.

Kali was very curious as to why our room was a mess. She should be a cop - that's all I'm saying.

Faye Alexandra Clarke.

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