Disclaimer: First of all, i just want to say that I do not own DNAngel, although i really wish i did. The only thing i own from this fic is Miyako Taketani and Yukio Kiyozawa--that is all. Oh, and I don't own the song "Bokura No Love Style" either so don't sue!
.:Chapter One : Strange Emotions:.
There was nothing there, but darkness. Of course, darkness was everywhere, but this seemed to be the darkest and coldest place of them all. Satoshi had his body taken over once more by his other half: Krad. This time it was actually mutual, since they were trying to stop Dark from stealing another precious artifact from the Hikari family
'Its always the same: the pain when the wings tear open through my back and my body changes into what Krad would look. But I'm getting used to it and the pain is bearable , now.'
Satoshi looked through what Krad saw and noticed that they were flying at a dangerously fast speed, not stopping for anything and weaving through the skies which were being looked at with shock by other people and reports.
'Those fools. They don't even know what's really going on.' He closed his eyes and sighed. 'This chase is getting old.'
['That's what I think to, but I have to destroy Dark.'
Satoshi had forgotten that Krad had the ability to read his thoughts and feel his emotions. Nothing in his life was ever private.
'Of course, Krad.'
Krad suddenly stopped and glared at Dark who had stopped and turned around. Dark pulled out a black feather and cried out a spell, making a beam of light come at them suddenly. Krad, quickly, pulled out his own feather, although white, and shouted a spell of his own, causing Dark's spell to stop and disappear into nothingness.
"Why don't you give up, Dark?" Krad smirked as the thief frowned. "It'll be less painful."
"Krad, you've become a softie!" Dark smiled as it became Krad's turn to frown. "You're usually more aggressive than this."
Satoshi could not help but grin. Krad had been acting abnormally strange the past few weeks and it was really obvious. Although Satoshi did not know the reason, he had a feeling that it was because of someone else who had come into their lives with a bang, almost literally.
.:Flashback:.
It was a national art tournament and Satoshi decided to go because he was interested to see if they really would display one of the Hikari's artworks there for a special once-in-a-lifetime public viewing. Of course, not only did he go, but he saw Daisuke there with the Harada twins. That only meant that Dark would show up, just as Satoshi had expected.
"Krad," Satoshi murmured upon noticing that the presenters were rolling up a giant statue that was obviously covered.
('I Know") He grinned. ('This is going to be fun.')
Suddenly, a beautiful girl, looking very angry appeared from behind the red velvet curtains that they used to hide anything that was used backstage. She marched over towards the man that was directing the presentation and unveiling of the statue which caused the man to stutter in surprise.
"T-Taketani-san?! What's--?"
The girl shouted out something in French, which caused everyone in the audience to stare at her as though she were an alien from outer space. Suddenly a man, blonde with lively green eyes rushed towards her from the stage shouting the name "Miyako! Miyako!"
The girl turned her head in his direction, glaring at the man, and baked out "What?!"
Though it would have phased everyone else, the man seemed immune to her shout and glares. Satoshi stared as the man walked towards her and whispered something in her ear that made her flare up even more.
"Excuse me," she called to the audience who was murmuring in shock as they watched her interacting with her fellow workers. "I'm terribly sorry, but the presentations will stop right now due to the fact that we are not sure of its safety."
Groans came from the crowd of art enthusiasts.
"I'm sorry, but we'll talk to the guards and increase security before we reopen tomorrow," she said, which caused them to smile in joy for her actually promising what they wanted to hear. "So if you would, please exit the area and come back at the same time tomorrow night."
The crowd quickly emptied out and the only person left in the room was Satoshi, who was watching as they rolled the statue back behind the curtains and out of sight. He walked towards her and spoke up.
"What's the problem?" He asked casually.
The woman froze suddenly and shot a glance in his direction. "And just who might you be?"
"My name's Hiwatari Satoshi," he spoke again, as though it were the most obvious thing in the universe. "I'm the police commander from this town. I heard you were having a problem with security around here."
"Jeez, what gave that away?" she sighed, sarcasm clearly heard in her voice.
('Feisty. I like it.') Krad grinned and Satoshi couldn't help but feel a bit repulsed by Krad's choice in women.
"I'm here to help," Satoshi tried again.
"Fine," the girl huffed jumping down from the stage and landing right in front of him. Now that he really got a good look at her, she seemed no older than himself. "Just make sure that this art is safe. I'd hate for this Hikari masterpiece to be in a million pieces."
('She's really into your family's artwork, Satoshi.') Krad muttered, watching the girl walk away from them.
'Yeah,' Satoshi murmured back at him.
He had just taken out his cell-phone when there came a cry of surprise from the direction the girl had headed in. Satoshi, pushed by Krad, went to check out what was happening. When he got there he saw that same girl staring at a dynamite that was ticking away near the door.
"AHH!" she screamed and jumped back towards him, completely scared. "Do something!" she cried, grabbing onto the white shirt of his school uniform. "Stop it before this place blows up!"
"Calm down," Satoshi glared. "I'll handle it in two seconds."
He grabbed her hands and forced them off of him. She stared at him, a look of shock coming over her entire face, which made her seem very vulnerable in Krad's eyes.
Satoshi squatted down in front of the bomb when he noticed that it was five seconds from detonating and he had no way of cutting the wire. And, knowing his way around bombs, he knew that sometimes bomb-makers don't go for the traditional red wire that stops it. He wasn't going to chance this and instead stood up, rushing towards the girl that had continued to stare at him.
"What's--?!" she began but then she saw the time on the bomb and saw it had a giant four that was moving fast down to three and then two and then…
.:End Flashback:.
He had been surprised to find out that the woman was the lead coordinator for the art tours. They had managed to escape the explosion in time because they were lucky enough to have been one millisecond away from an exit. Ever since that day--which was just the previous day--Krad had been acting a little on the strange side.
"Maybe you're the one that's become soft." Krad moved towards Dark with frightening speed.
Satoshi sighed as the fighting resumed. Maybe this meant that Krad was back to normal at least for the moment. He closed his eyes for a moment and the eyes of the girl flashed in his mind: those dazzling green eyes which would make any man--gay or straight--want to stare at them for hours.
Something was definitely going on with both Krad and himself if so much could change in them by just brushing into a mess with a girl by the name of Taketani Miyako.
.:Meanwhile:.
"Hey, Taketani!" cried a voice as a door slammed shut somewhere below her room.
Though it was clear who it was Miyako ignored him easily. She turned up the music on her iPod so that it was on full blast. There was some knocking on her door but she couldn't hear anything, thankfully.
"Open up!" cried the male voice. It shouted it once more, this time in French, then again in English, hoping that she would respond to one of the three. When it got no response they tried the knob and opened the door for her.
"Why didn't you answer the door?" the man said. That's when he heard her song playing loudly through her speakers. He frowned and reached for the headphones, pulling them out of her ears.
She growled at him, "What, Kiyozawa-kun?!"
"I wanted you to see something!" Yukio said as he walked towards the television she had in the bedroom.
"There's nothing on. Trust me: I checked." She said, picking up her novel from her lap.
Yukio said nothing as he flipped to another channel.
"--we have gotten confermation that the lance from the arwork 'the angel of destruction' has been stolen by none other than the phantom thief dark."
Miyako's attention was immediately grabbed and she put her book down one more time. The woman on the TV seemed to be very distressed as though it was the end of all humanity. Miyako leaned closer to the TV and watched the rest of the report.
"It seems that the phantom thief is being chased by another angel although its completely white."
The camera flew up to capture the image of Dark and Krad flying around both fighting while Dark held onto a black lance. The reporter continued to talk about the scene and what the police were doing to get the lance back and away from Dark and Miyako sighed.
"What's wrong? I thought you liked this." Yukio murmured noticing her sigh of boredom.
"I do like watching Dark and Krad fighting all out like this, but," she closed her eyes and rested her chin on her chest.
"But…?"
"But its getting old and these guys are rather annoying." She opened her eyes and in them flashed another emotion that Yukio couldn't understand.
"So you feel nothing for this, no anger, nothing?" Yukio asked, eyebrow raised.
"Nope," Miyako stated as she shook her head.
"Not even when the lance is from you precious Hikari Artwork?"
"Nope."
Yukio stared at her, mouth hanging open, shocked. "Wh-why? I thought that you love their work."
"I do, but yesterday that idiotic cop couldn't stop a bomb and all of the artwork from the Hikari family that I had was blown up into a million pieces." Rage was the emotion that Yukio managed to identify. "If I ever see that boy again, I'll make sure to thank him properly."
Yukio nodded and sighed as well. This would not be well for him if he stuck around for much longer. Deciding that it would be best to leave Miyako while she was still lukewarm he got up and headed for the door.
"Hey," she called suddenly. "What time should I wake up for school tomorrow?"
"Huh?" He turned and looked at her, confused. "School?"
"Yeah, don't you remember?"
Yukio shook his head 'no'.
"I'm going to school at Azumano Middle School with your cousin, Saehara-san, did you forget?"
Realization struck him like a ton of bricks. "Oh, right! We'll be going there at around eight," he said, glancing at his wrist watch just to make sure.
"OK!" She smiled as she pulled the bed covers over her body.
"Good night, Miyako-san," he said with a smile of his own.
"Night, Yukio," she whispered as she fell into an instant sleep.
He stared at her with both wonder and love. Although they were the best of friends and considered themselves brother and sister, he could not help but love her in a way that was rather wrong. She was innocent and he was not, being that he was already 17 going on eighteen while she was a mere fourteen. He had a girlfriend already and was only with Miyako because he had promised her dead mother that he would always protect her as his own sister…
'And that's how I'll keep it.'
With that, he turned off the light and closed the door behind him.
.:With Dark and Daisuke:.
"I can't believe we barely got out of that scrape!" Dark laughed as they flew through an empty sky. They were far away from the place and they had managed to escape with the lance in hand.
['Don't you think that was a bit too much, Dark?' Daisuke groaned as they flew towards their house.
"Not if Krad hadn't intervened."
['I guess, but you said he was acting a bit strange. He seemed sort of normal to me.'
"That's because you don't know him as long as I do." Dark smiled thinking of the 'wonderful' times he spent fighting with Krad over the past years.
['But what you make him act different?' Daisuke asked.
"Maybe he's found his own 'Sacred Maiden'." Dark said that and laughed.
Daisuke thought for a moment on a possible Sacred Maiden for the white homicidal angel and could come up with no one. He really did give some thought into it but found that he came up short. That's why he joined in the laughter with Dark.
.:With Satoshi:.
Satoshi grunted as he climbed the last few steps of those miserable stairs to his room. His body had hurt like never before and he felt he was going to collapse any second. Krad had lost to Dark once more and he was sleeping soundly in the depths of Satoshi's mind, which was a relief to the exhausted bluenette.
He saw his bed, finally, and dragged himself over towards it. He fell on top of the bed, face first and sighed deeply. It felt good to be in a warm bed without Krad to interrupt his thoughts.
Green eyes flashed in his mind once more that evening.
"Why?" He thought aloud. The girl's eyes had popped into his thoughts twice that day and made him forget everything else that was wrong with him.
"She's different," he murmured as sleep began to overwhelm him. "She's…"
.:End Of Chapter:.
Extra...
.:Satoshi's Girlfriend?:.
"Hey, who is that?" Daisuke asked, pointing to a girl he saw come out with Satoshi after a giant explosion caused by a bomb in the building.
"I dunno, maybe his secret girlfriend," Risa said, a light blush on her face as the idea crossed her mind.
Riku and Daisuke stared at her then at each other. After a moment they both laughed. The idea was just too much!
"What?!" Risa cried, not understanding their laughter. "What's so funny?!"
so, what do ya think?! i have been thinking about how to write this chapter and i finally finished it after one week--hey i'm a slow writer, so sue. Either way, it think its rather decent so i decided to post it. and i decided that i'll make a side fic of the DNAngel fic--like a mini-series.