Rating: T

Pairings: No, not KradDark. DarkKrad. SatoDai.

Disclaimer: I don't own D. N. Angel. But technically I own Krad. Does that count?

Chapter I

He hated the rain.

It had been raining since the second day of the week, heavily, constantly. As if God had finally decided to freaking punish his despicable fallen angel. Though angels, once fell from the Heaven, would be angels no more.

He hated the rain.

Krad leaned slightly against the doorframe, golden hair streaming down his shoulders like a current of beautiful moonlight, knees drawing up to his chest. He despised rainy days just as much as he was craving for them, wanting to taste every single drop, desiring the cold feeling running down his skin. It was such a stupid oxymoron, waiting for moments of rain when he knew for sure he'd get sick when they showed up. He would laugh every time he spared a thought about it, only to earn an odd look from his dearest Satoshi-sama. "If you've gone insane, get out of my mind", the kid would say that, and he would smirk his typically arrogant smirk, enjoying all the frowning and annoyed expression from his little tamer.

The Hikari had fallen asleep.

The blond looked up at the table clock. Fifteen more minutes until he had to wake his 'everything' up to prepare for tonight. He closed his eyes for a second, letting sounds of transparent drops surrounded himself.

Pitter patter, pitter patter

And he jumped off the cliff.

I hate you, Dai-chan.

What? What did I do?

Nothing. But your mother did something.

What?

Are you blind? It's raining cats and mice!

You mean cats and dogs.

Whatever… What kind of thief would go stealing in the freaking rain?

You do.

The purple-haired thief sighed exasperatedly, dropping an unconscious guard down and cleared his way to his destination. Really, he did love Emiko, she was like his mother or something, but she couldn't just force him out to do his job whenever she felt like it! He was just human! Oh well… maybe not human, but a living creature nonetheless.

What is the artifact's name again?

You never listen, do you?

Just answer me.

The Black Hole.

Sounds creepy…

The thief whistled happily as he found the door he needed. It didn't take him more than a second to deal with the lock. Smirking cockily, Dark flung the door open and stepped in.

"Hah! Too easy! Now where is that Black-whatever-it-is?"

"You're looking for this?"

A low, silky voice filled his ears. The purpled-haired man turned around.

"Exactly! Thank yo…"

And he stopped.

Oh shit…

White, in its own meaning, never meant to be a pure color. Wasn't it a little too easy to dirty white things? Simply with a drop of mud. Of ink. Of blood.

And that was precisely why, white. was. a. tainted. color.

Tainted.

Just like himself.

Perhaps it was also the reason why he felt somewhat attracted to his prey the first time he ever set his eyes on him. Dark Mousy was everything he wouldn't be, couldn't be - the symbol of pride, of beauty, of darkness. The thief was, in his very existence, untainted.

Didn't they say, what, opposites attract?

"Why thief, just go ahead. What stopped you?"

Golden orbs glinted in amusement. Inside him, Satoshi-sama was yelling his brain out, demanding him not to touch his precious little Niwa. Like I would actually listen to you, brat… Krad lazily held up the object of his protection, waving it in front of violet eyes. Dark seemed panicked for a moment, but he calmed himself down quickly.

"There, there, Kraddie, now I would very appreciate if you give that…" He eyed the artifact carefully. It was a thin necklace attached to a plain black gem. "… to me."

"No can do, Mousy, I'm afraid…"

The silky voice went even smoother. Krad chuckled softly. What the hell are you chuckling for, you bastard?

Dark narrowed his eyes.

"Very well I guess… Then we can play it the hard way…"

The hunter cocked his head to the side, pleased.

Didn't they say, what, untainted things are made to be tainted?

.

.

Ring around the roses

Pockets full of posie

Ashes

Ashes…

.

.

"…We all fall down."

Krad whispered, twisting his sword, making his prey scream in pain. Beautiful lullaby… A sadistic smile formed on rosy lips as he pressed his metal bar further into flesh. Blood spilt onto his white wings, painted them with the fascinating color of red. The blond slowly pulled away, contentedly licking droplets of crimson liquid off his cold weapon.

Sweet…

I TOLD YOU NOT TO HURT HIM!

What makes you think I'll obey you?

The rain continued pouring down.

Hard.

Pitter patter, pitter patter…

Dark? Dark, are you okay?

Do I look okay to you?

Switch with me! You're weak for now!

Like hell, Dai-chan. You're even weaker.

Dark grimaced in pain. He still had many wishes to fulfill, dammit. He couldn't just die like this. Where was God when he needed him? An atheist could once in a while believe in something, couldn't he?

"You're becoming predictable, thief…"

"Why thank you."

The thief shut his eyes close when the hunter raised his sword again. Great, he was going to die at this freaking museum, murdered by his bastard of a counterpart. Joyous.

What took him so long? Bring that metal bar down already!

Soft, cold lips suddenly pressed against his. The taller man froze. He instantly shoved the hunter off of him, wiping his mouth in utter surprise. Cat-like eyes landed on him with an indifference expression.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You know I still love you…" It was more of a statement than a question.

What?

What?

"Liar…" Dark winced as he sat up "We both know it never happens."

"Oh, but it did happen, thief… I told you that two hundred years ago, didn't I?"

"In case you don't remember, we're enemies." The thief smirked sarcastically. "We've been fucking trying to kill each other for over forty decades, no?"

Sighed. Sometimes Dark's stupidity just annoyed the shit out of him.

"We do, because you work for the Niwa…"

"I work for no one. And whatever do you have against the Ni… With, NO!"

The rabbit-like creature shrieked as pale hands grabbed him in his movement and flung him to a corner of the room. He whimpered as his wings hit the floor with an undeniably crack sound. The hunter threw the rabbit an empty look, before he pushed his slender body off the ground and walked towards the unconscious familiar.

"KEEP AWAY FROM HIM!"

Krad didn't see that coming. An energy ball hit his left shoulder and slammed him to the nearby wall. Dark appeared in front of him like rapid fire, his hand tightened around his neck.

"Don't you dare touch him you bastard."

"Angry now, Mousy? Because of a despicable pet?"

"Shut up." The purpled-haired man hissed. "You're far more despicable, demon."

A flash of hurt swept across the fallen angel's feature, but was instantly swallowed by his cold facade. His lips curved up slightly.

"So you have a demon as an admirer. Be proud, Mousy."

Amethyst eyes narrowed dangerously. If not for the Hikari kid, he would love to kill that heartless monster, right there, right now. The thief reluctantly released the shorter man, picking With up and escaped through the window.

Krad stood still. He could easily chase after his prey, since Dark was now wounded deeply as well as wingless. But he chose not to. The blond just stayed in his own place, blood streaming down his left arm, bathing the necklace in the sticky liquid.

"You're far more despicable, demon."

He quietly let out a rueful smile.

The rain continued pouring down.

Hard.

Pitter

Patter

Pitter

Patter…

… And he jumped off the cliff.

Whenever I put up with an angst, it just turns out short… I don't know why… T.T. Anyway, enjoy it! Oh, and it's a bit confusing, but 'he', as in, 'he jumped off the cliff' isn't Krad. I'll explain the next chapter.