Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel. That right belongs to Yukiru Sugisaki. I also claim no right to the song 'The Point Of No Return' by 'Andrew Lloyd Weber'.

Note: Due to a wonderful suggestion by DeadRat309, this story is now in the M-rated section. Man am I an idiot for not noticing that mistake…

(text) – Krad and Dark to Satoshi and Daisuke

"text" – Regular, outside speaking

'text' – thoughts

What Have You Done?

Epilogue Chapter

Daisuke sighed, leaning back in his chair and slumping his shoulders as the teacher droned on and on. From an outsiders' point of view, the teen seemed to be deep in thought, eyebrows scrunched together and a frown marring his features. Small ticks of the jaw explained the small grinding noises coming from his direction, only hearable when within distance of invading the red-head's personal space bubble. He was grinding his teeth together. Azure eyes looked up and down the form, noticing the small differences and how the teen's demeanor had suddenly changed. The posture, over a few second's time, had become rigid and tense, the fists balling until small knuckles turned white. It was either the boy was fighting with himself or fighting off a severe irritation. Though he was probably arguing with Dark, which were options combined.

Krad, hearing his counterpart's (And newly renewed lover's) name, awakened and shook off the drowsiness of post-sleep. When he hit a state of fully-heightened awareness, the angel showed up in the forefront of the blunette's mind, peeking through what the teen could see and eyeing the, indeed, tense posture of the wing master. Curiosity, burning a fire through him in an instant, gnawed at his mind. He could see the purple swirling around the chair, reacting quickly and not stopping. That meant that at some point, Dark had woken up and was now speaking, but what about? Resigned, he sat for a few minutes and waited, wondering if any actions were going to be taken. Satoshi, equally curious, ran a few unlikely options by the angel but in the end decided to wait, too. A small bet had started.

And Daisuke didn't disappoint.

A smile curved Krad's lips, Satoshi rolling his eyes. It was him, the blonde, who had predicted that something would happen. He had now won the bet and victory was good. He would have to take it later, though, because right now, he was focusing on one point: The hand that had flown into the air, waving slightly to get the teacher's attention.

"Teacher! May I be excused to the bathroom?" Shifting slightly in his seat, Satoshi could tell that Daisuke was putting on a show, and a bad one at that. When the red-head usually excused himself, he was quiet and discreet about it, waiting until the most opportune moment had come before asking to be let go. Even then, he didn't fidget in his seat like that. Sharing this with Krad, the angel agreed. The conclusion that Dark had probably put him up to it was unanimous among them.

(It cannot be good, knowing Dark, Satoshi-sama. Do you think he's going to steal something?) It sounded utterly ridiculous but he still had to ask.

The blunette shook his head and watched the retreating figure walk out the door. (In broad daylight? No, I don't think that's the case. ) He paused, waiting for something to happen and when it did, he spotted it immediately, in the form of a flash of purple eyes. There!

Without hesitation, the bell rang. Students began filing out of the door, heading towards their next class. With smooth and quiet movements, Satoshi slid into the hallways and down it, intent on heading to the bathroom to interrogate and cure his curiosity as to why Dark was parading around the school again. He made it about ten feet from the door before a hand flew towards his chest, grabbing the front of his shirt to yank him into the old supplies cabinet. A cough racked his chest as the dust settled. With deliberate motions, he ignore the thief eyeing him to, instead, fix his glasses and readjust his clothing back to normality. When he was finally satisfied that he finally looked like he hadn't just been pulled into a place he shouldn't be, he looked up, realizing that he was mere inches from a majorly fidgety thief.

"Let him out."

"Don't you have any sense of personal space?"

Dark practically bounced up and down, shifting his weight from the back his foot the front, rocking slightly. "I'm not too worried about that, commander. I need to speak with Krad."

Satoshi analyzed the thief for a few more seconds, noticing the way his eyes flitted back and forth nervously. With a sigh, he consulted Krad.

(Should I let you out, or make him beg some more?)

(Hmm…) The blonde thought for a moment.

(Let him beg.)

Satoshi stalled.

"What's so important?"

"Does it really matter? Just let me see him!"

"hmm…" he made it seem like he was actually thinking about it before concluding the sentence with a curt 'no.' Dark whined a bit more. A light banter started and continued on for a few minutes before Krad got fed up with it. Honestly, couldn't the Kaitoh grow up?

"You're awfully childish for four hundred, aren't you, Dark?" Was his first remark as the transformation finished, blonde hair flowing out everywhere. In response, the purple-haired man smirked and pressed his hips to his counterpart's. It worked, hadn't it? Over the past few days, he had observed that if he annoyed his love then he often showed up more. Thus, he used it to his advantage so that he got what he wanted. The good thing was that the blonde wasn't on to him yet. Ah, the naivety of people sometimes.

With a smirk, he turned his attitude from needy to cocky. "But you love me for it. My childishness, I mean."

Krad shook his head. "Wrong. I love you for other reasons entirely. You annoy me with such demeaning attitudes."

"But you still love me." A statement, not a question.

The angel snorted but looked to the ground, slightly abashed. Dark had him there. With his memories all in tact and the many times he had been swayed before he even remembered anything there had been no other explanation. He loved Dark Mousy, loved his body, loved his charm, loved his attitude, and loved his soul. The way his lips brushed and pressed against his skin sent shivers down his spine. When their bodies touched, his feelings skyrocketed and his mind became lost. Even then, though, it would be those hands that sent him over the edge. Those sinfully talented hands that could play his body like an instrument in the grasp of a master musician.

Yes, he was definitely in love with Dark Mousy…

A soft touch to his cheek brought his eyes to fall on violet ones. A small smile graced the thief's lips and made him smile too. They shared a quiet, slightly romantic moment before the bell to the next class rand. With a sigh and a soft kiss, he turned to open the door. Satoshi couldn't be late to class. After all, Kei was closely monitoring his every action. A taunting, sultry tone stopped him. From Dark's lips came that dreaded nickname, 'Kraddie', stopping him from turning the knob. Hadn't he been reprimanded for that enough?

But soon there was a hot tongue tracing the shell of his ear and a warm, deep voice whispering into it as rough teeth grazed lightly. Who could complain when put under such pressures?

His lithe body shuddered and a groan escaped his lips. Something hard pressed against his lower back, making him blush slightly but push back against it.

"Happy to…see me?" There wasn't any stopping the pause he took to pant slightly. The quirky remark he received ('Oh, more than happy.') made him blush more. The nips and bites that followed made him groan.

"Don't forget about tonight. I look foreword to meeting you in our park." The hand that wrapped around his hip pulled him flush against the other's chest. The other hand tangled in his blonde locks and tugged, making his head come back just enough so that a kiss could be planted on his lips before he was shoved out into the hallway, stumbling slightly. A chuckle sounded behind him and he looked, his eyes glazed over slightly and his pants a little too tight.

"See you tonight, Krad. Don't forget to switch back to Satoshi."

And the closet door promptly shut. Daisuke emerged stuttering, bright red in complexion as he tried to come up with some excuse or apology to the kaitoh's behavior. Krad blocked him out. He didn't need excuses, he wanted explanations. Why had he stopped, dammit!

Transforming himself back into Satoshi, the blonde curled up to pout in the back of his mind. After grumbling, groaning, and forcing himself not to take care of his 'problem', he sighed and slumped down further with a groan. It seemed that all of his thoughts turned to one point and centered around one person. No matter what he did, it all came back to that person. A smile curved his lips. The phrase that rang out in his mind solidly all the time just kind of did that to him.

Yes, he truly did love Dark Mousy and all of his crazy quirks.

CAP: And that's a wrap! I don't think the epilogue is up to par. If you believe that too, tell me and I will most certainly revamp it for all of you. I apologize if it didn't seem fitting. I guess I just wanted to get it done and over with. I hope you all enjoyed my story and will come back for more. There are a lot of new stories I have yet to post but are still ideas so I don't know when another DarkxKrad will just step out into the light. For now, let's just see where life takes us.

A big thanks to: ObsessionsGoTooFar, Stormshadow13, Seylin, DeadRat309, and Zyon-san for reviewing the last chapter.

And a special thanks to Stormshadow13 for being with me for most of the story. You too, Obsessions.