D. N. Angel Fan Fiction / Demon Diary Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Reverie ❯ Chapter 4 : Thief Of MyHeart ( Chapter 4 )

[[ Quotes in - -s are thoughts. ;x ]]

Chapter 4…

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"Ne, Dakku, wake up…"

"Hmmn..?" A groan.

"I said wake up."

A warm body pressed itself against Dark's as he felt a silken-feathered wing wrap around him. The usual feeling welcomed him every morning. It was a bit brisk above the covers, so he snuggled further beneath them as an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him close to the one who shared his bed.

"Cold, Dakku-chan?"

Dark rolled over and buried his nose against the warm chest of his angel, taking in his scent and embedding it in his mind. Krad always smelled a little like vanilla, thus making it the thief's favourite scent.

"Not anymore," he purred.

Krad was like a kitten, rather than a grown cat, chasing his mouse. He didn't hunt to kill, only to bat around his prey in his paws a bit before torturing it till it could escape. But, when it came to Dark, he even loved those moments of `torture.' He had no desire to escape the hands of his blonde lover.

He'd often compared their relationship to a ripple on the water. If you try to bring it to close to you, it just pulls away. Though, it may brush against your feet, if you try to hold it close, it'll still just pull further away. It was a delicate thing, but could never be captured forever.

He felt a pinch on his hip as he meeped and jumped a bit.

"What was that for?!"

The blonde shrugged and just looked down at his mouse with those intelligent amber-gold eyes. Cat-like pupils watched him as Dark looked up, slightly disgruntled now, and their gazes locked.

Krad tipped his head down and nuzzled his nose against the thief's.

"Do you love me, Dakku-chan?"

Dark closed those violet eyes and grinned, an arm lifting for his hand to place itself on his angel's cheek, gently.

"Of course I do… what kind of a question is that?"

His question was silenced by a fiery kiss.

Krad's kisses were one of the things Dark loved the most. It was hard to state what appealed to the thief about the `false' angel that he held so dear. Sure, the sex was grand, but there was definitely something more. Maybe it was the way Krad literally seeped with danger, a murderous grace that wouldn't and couldn't be matched by any other. He'd always heard the term, `opposites attract,' and in this case it was inevitably proven so.

Krad shifted, still held in that passionate lip-lock, to straddle his counter-part. Dark's fingertips explored along those perfectly-etched muscles, around to his back, and along those ivory plumes that sprouted from the other's shoulders.

As the kiss was broken, amethyst eyes looked up at the one on top of him. White wings were open and visible against the pale moonlight that was shining into the room, giving Krad that slightly ethereal effect.

There was a beating at his door. Dark's breath hissed, angerly.

Who would be here at… what time was it? Wait a moment. Where was he? Dark purple eyes slid open as he saw sunlight glimmering in through his blinds. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was in mid-day.

A dream. It had all been a dream… a memory.

Knock, knock, knock -

Well, the beating on his door certainly hadn't been a dream.

Dark groaned and rolled over in the sweaty sheets. His bed was comfortable, regardless of how bad he'd been perspiring in his sleep. Maybe it was time to invest in an air conditioning system.

"Who is it..?!"

"Dark? It's me! Are you still in bed??"

The doorknob turned and a boy with tousled red hair walked in. Daisuke. He carried an agitated expression on his face that really made Dark wonder just how long the boy had been knocking on his bedroom door.

"You ARE still in bed!"

Another groan.

"You were having another one of those dreams again, weren't you?"

"How can you tell…?" Dark voice was muffled as he'd decided to bury his face in a pillow.

"Because, when you have those dreams, you always sleep in late."

And that was the truth. His mind almost went comatose when he dreamed of the moments between him and his old lover. He never wanted to awake from those.

"Dark… snap out of it. You have a job today."

Dark blinked and sat up, snapping out of his trance.

"What? You mean I actually have to steal something?"

The thief's eyes lit up, showing a twinkle of that old Dark Mousy that he'd been years ago.

"Yeah. Mom already sent out the warning. It's a sculpture this time, and it's located in the Mariasy Manor on Chestnut Street."

"What time?"

"Midnight."

Dark smiled one of those trade-mark grins and nodded, once.

"I'll be there…"

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The town clock struck the toll of midnight.

Bong -

A pair of ruffled black wings enveloped an elegant figure as he landed on a nearby rooftop, silently.

Bong -

A siren. Violet eyes cast themselves to the streets below. The police headquarters was out in full tonight. No doubt that with the sudden scarcity of the Hikari artworks, the police had made plenty of time to focus on his capture. Dark's lack of thieving was made up by the extra wits he now needed to get to his targets.

Bong -

What was that? The third chime? He turned to stare at the huge clock-tower behind him. The Phantom Thief always remained hidden until right after the last bell toll.

Bong -

Another siren.

"Damn… don't the boys in blue ever take a rest?"

He shifted his focus from the red and blue flashing lights to the rather gaudy house that they were stationed around. Ok, so it wasn't really gaudy… in fact it was quite beautiful. The old architecture just seemed so out of place in the midst of the ever-growing city.

Bong -

Now getting past the police force would be the easy part. He never had much of an issue with that…

Bong -

"I say, mate, what are you doing hiding up hear in your moment of glory?"

Dark nearly slid off the rooftop. He recognized the voice and twirled around, somehow managing to cold his balance and all the while appear graceful.

"What in all the Hell's are you doing here?!"

Bong -

The Demon Lord grinned, casually, and held out a hand to adjust one of his rings. Krayon was hovering in midair again, showing off as his cape billowed out behind him.

"I came to watch you in action. I do hope you don't mind."

Dark narrowed his eyes at the floridly dressed man. He did mind, actually. He didn't know why, but the demon's very presence made him uneasy.

Bong -

The bell tolled again as he turned away from his visitor and crept to the edge of the rooftop. Now wasn't the time for him to labor in nervousness.

Bong -

That was the ninth one… three more. The thief took a deep breath and crouched into a position to take flight.

Bong -

A pair of arms wrapped around his torso and he was reluctantly tugged against Krayon.

"What are you doing?!"

He couldn't be late- no, not for this. It was his first appearance in almost six months. It'd disgrace his name if he ever failed to appear.

"Shhhh…"

A finger pressed to the phantom's lips to hush him.

Bong -

The eleventh ring… and there was a set of lips pressed against his own. It was warm, and welcoming. Suddenly, the thought of being late for his duty didn't seem so important.

Bong… -

There is was… the twelfth chime. Why had it sounded so distant? And where had all the sirens disappeared to? Dark's eyes blinked open as the lip contact was slowly broken. And to his surprise, they were right smack in the middle of the Mariasy Portrait Room.

"How did?" Dark's voice squeaked, hardly above a whisper.

"Best not ask questions, just grab whatever it was you were sent for."

Unlike Dark, Krayon did not whisper. There was a scuffling of feet in the hall, as well as a shout from a guard.

Adrenaline coursed through him as Dark ran to the wall that held the paintings. Between each painting was a small shelve that held an ornamental sculpture.

A bead of sweat ran down Dark's brow as he skimmed across every one with that studious violet gaze. There is was!

He ran up and grasped onto the small statue, grunting as he lifted it. It was a lot heavier than it looked.

"There he is!!! Capture them both!!"

The Phantom Thief's eyes widened as the guards ran into the room. He turned to run the opposite direction when he heard a loud bell-like laugh and that familiar set of arms wrapped around him.

"Off we go!"

And there stood three bewildered police officers as they stared at the location where the two had disappeared.

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-I promised I'd never let someone else into my heart… I promised I'd never forget you.-

Dark's mind whirled. Though he was quite certain they'd arrived to wherever the Demon Lord had placed them, he remained with his nose buried in the crook of the other man's neck.

"Now, where exactly do you have to take that damned artifact… or whatever it is?"

The question tumbled in the thief's mind. Why did questions always seem so much harder to answer whenever Krayon was around?

"The Niwa's... house…"

"Who're the Niwa's?"

Dark's eyes slid closed as he hugged the statue against him, still leaning against his saviour. He had what he'd set out for, so now this position was all the more welcoming.

"Dark?"

He finally moved himself from the blonde and let off a small sigh. It appeared that they were on another rooftop. The night breeze blew through his bangs, making them tickle his cheek.

"This way…" he whispered as he spread those ebony wings and placed a foot on the edge of the roof.

-Don't kid yourself…-

And with a heavy beat of wing, he leapt from his spot, pretending not to care if Lord Krayon followed or not.

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Kloudy Reignfall :: Yeah. I know it was a bit short, but I had ideas in mind for the following chapter and I really wanted to keep them separate. I'll try and work on the length a bit. I know long chapters are more fun! Thanks for all your support and I hope you enjoyed this one! It's sinking deeper into it's plot now, so my updates might not be so frequent. I'll try and make `em good enough to hold you over till the next though. ;x