D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Resisting temptation ❯ The beginning ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own D.N.Angel and I'm not getting any money off of this fic.

 

Chapter 1: The beginning

 

A piercing scream could be heard as he fell to the ground, tears fell from his eyes. “Why did you have to die, dear brother?” a male voice asked. He had long violet hair, his violet eyes blurred and shining by the tears in them. Bangs covered his face as he sunk to his knees atop the clocktower.

 

“I should have destroyed that artwork when I had the chance…” he mumbled. His name was Angel, him and his brother Night had created an artwork but as soon as the artwork was finished well…his brother died. He didn't know what to do…all he knew was that the artwork called the Black Wings was now alive.

 

One side a monstrosity the other an angel with the lust of a devil. Guess which was which. There had been two artworks created though…one which had never been seen by mortal eyes. The other artwork, called the Death of Immortality was a painting.

 

It depicted three similar siblings, Angel, Night a guy with long blonde hair that was held back in a braid, the eyes the color of shimmering gold, and one girl…who she was, well that was unknown, she had amethyst colored eyes that were a little lighter then Angel's own and her hair was a dark violet with black streaks running throughout.

 

“Shh…Angel…it'll be fine…we'll hunt down the Black Wings and destroy it before it can do any harm to the mortal world…” a female voice ran out from atop of the clocktower. The girl was cloaked in shadows, her figures covered by a black cloak, the hood pulled up against the wind. She walked up to the crying Angel and comfortingly wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

 

“What the hell do you know, Kitiara?! You're an artwork yourself so why should I believe that you would help me destroy your own brothers?!” Angel asked flinging her arm off of him.

 

She recoiled from his words, obviously hurt by them. “But Angel you know that I loved Night as much as I love you. And my brothers destroyed him…I will kill them for that. I can't stand to see the people I love die…not even at the hands of kin,” she said. Her amethyst eyes showed little sympathy for the crying boy though.

 

“Leave me alone. You love no one but yourself…and if you ever do love someone they will be so much like you that it will be astonishing that they could ever love you back,” Angel hissed standing up. He looked over at the girl. His own violet eyes showed more wisdom then his mere 16 years of age.

 

With that said he flew off, blood red wings emerging from his back. It began to rain…but instead of pure water hitting the ground, and the girl it was blood.

 

The Black Wings had been made as a symbol of brotherly love between Angel and Night…but that had gone terribly wrong. The artwork had separated and in its anger on its creators it decided to kill them. Angel had been too smart for either halves of the artwork to kill.

 

But Night on the other hand had been suffering from a deadly illness for sometime and he had not the strength to fight the artwork…and had died. With the blood of one of its creators spilled the artwork became demented. It craved for blood.

 

The Death of Immortality was created by the ingriefed Angel. He depicted his brother and him, his brother laying asleep in Angel's lap. Then in addition he depicted his brother's lost love who had died a year before Night.

 

Angel tried in vain to make that artwork come to life, hoping that he might be able to bring his brother back. Sadly Angel didn't know the secret to bringing the artworks to life. He had depicted it in his own grief and sadness…instead of love and passion that had been used when creating the Black Wings.

 

The Black Wings had taken two separate, partly human forms by this time. The two forms were called Krad and Dark. Krad was the older of the two, the same as had been for the two brothers Angel and Night. Dark was the younger but the more handsome.

 

The two were brothers as the artwork had depicted but they took on completely different personalities then the original brothers Angel and Night. Krad was sadistic and possessive, also did he have a lust for anything perfect in its beauty.

 

Dark was different. He had sympathy and cared for the mortal realm. He had a lust for different things…things that were simple and things that had suffered great losses. But the thing he lusted for most were mortal women.

 

The original personalities of the brothers were completely different from those of the artwork brothers. Their story is one depicted over and over in fairytales, but under different names.

 

They had lived in the time of the Renaissance, and were surrounded by the marvelous artworks that were created in that time. But they were also surrounded by their families richness. They owned everything they could have wanted.

 

Their father had left them at a young age and so they were left with only their mother and their servants. Soon their mother took on a fatal illness and Night and Angel went on a quest to find a cure for it.

 

They traveled for a year but finding nothing, not even a hint of a cure, returned to their home. They returned to find a funeral taking place and decided to check it out. They were shocked to find that it wasn't just any funeral but their mother's. She had died that morning right before they had entered town begging to see her sons one more time.

 

But she had no such luck. They returned only hours too late. Now all they had were each other, they fell to poverty since they knew nothing of their family's business and soon became even poorer then the beggars.

 

But they refused to beg for food or money. Angel became an artwork thief to help pay for their necessities for life. As they live like this Night gets sicker and sicker and soon has the same fatal disease that their mother had.

 

Angel had learned much more then most artists about art since he stole so much of it. Soon he decided that he and Night would make an artwork, hoping to preserve immortality into the art like most paintings of the time did.

 

Not long later was the Black Wings created. Angel worked for weeks on end to bring the artwork to life, taking comfort in his brother's belief in him. Finally he succeeded and the artwork was brought to life.

 

The rest of the story has already been told. After the Death of Immortality was created and after months of trying Angel finally succeeded in bringing it to life. He had changed the painting a bit though, making the girl resemble his own love as well as Night's original love.

 

But somehow something went wrong and born from the Death of Immortality was Kitiara. She was a mix of the personalities of Night's lost love and Angel's current love. She herself had evil behind her also.

 

Now we're back where we started at.

 

Kitiara started to track down her brothers. Finally she found Krad and Dark in a bar. “Hello brothers,” she greeted them coming up to them and sitting down next to them. It was common in that time to call each other brother or sister so Krad and Dark thought nothing of her greeting.

 

“Hey there,” Dark greeted Kitiara, being the one sitting next to her. He smiled a seductive smile at her. Krad glared at Dark but didn't comment on it.

 

Kitiara rolled her eyes. “Kerain shirok clairesa” she mumbled. A purple aura glowed from her hand and where Krad and Dark were there was only two necklaces. One was a necklace of a white cross and the other a black feather. She picked up the necklaces and walked off.

 

She saw an art thief and he immediately reminded her of Angel. `He'll do to be the tamer of Dark…' she thought. She walked up to the boy. “Here, this is a gift that my master told me to give to the first boy I saw…and you are that first,” she lied. She placed the necklace over the boy's head.

 

There was another flash of purple aura and the necklace was gone but the boy remained. He transformed suddenly into Dark but still was himself in mind. “W - what did you do to me, sorceress?” he asked his voice trembling from fear.

 

That boy was Isaru Niwa, the first Niwa to be cursed with Dark. Kitiara walked away from the boy, not listening to what he was asking. She continued to walk for awhile.

She continued to walk until she saw a girl.

 

The girl was in a park painting a picture of the landscape. `She reminds me of Night…' she thought. She walked up to the girl. “Such a pretty girl…you deserve a necklace to accent your looks, I have one to give you for free my dear,” Kitiara said placing the necklace on the girl.

 

That girl was Siara Hikare, the first Hikari to be cursed with Krad. Kitiara felt she was done with her work. She had cursed Krad and Dark to be passed on through the family's for generations.

 

Why had she done this you ask? Well for one reason. She did it so that Krad and Dark couldn't kill…so they couldn't destroy more people as they destroyed Night. Little did she know that now they were out to destroy her.

 

A/N: Hey all! I told you I'd have this chapter up by today. I'm so happy I could cry. I actually finished a chapter on my deadline. ^^ Anyways here are some kind words from my wonderful muses.

 

Dark: What?! You made me evil? I can't believe you!!! I hate you now!

 

Me: Aw…I'm sorry Darkie. Please don't hate me.

 

Krad: I hate you too. *crosses arms over chest for dramatic effect*

 

Me/Dark: Drama queen.

 

Krad: I am a dude not a chick!!!

 

InuYasha: Do I get a say in this?

 

Me: NO!!! Back to your own fanfic.

 

InuYasha: B - but you haven't posted my fanfic. *tears form in eyes*

 

Dark/Krad: *sticks out tongue childishly* That's cause we're cool like that, yo.

 

Me/Kitiara: NEVER say that EVER again!!!

 

Dark/Krad: Hmph!

 

Anyways thanks for reading. Now if you have any suggestions for my lovely fic please drop me a review. And I would love any constructive critism you have. I am going in order of events. The yaio, yuri, etc. will be in future chapters so don't worry. Stay tuned for chapter 2 in my lovely story.