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Unity	By : Macx Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 2612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unity part 3

Krad's golden gaze swept over the stacks and shelves full of art. "You've
been busy," he remarked.

Dark shrugged, but he was kind of taken by the display. He had rarely
spent a lot of time down here. He knew he had acquired a lot, but to see
the size and numbers� it was breathtaking, awe-inspiring and filling with
him pride. A silly, childish pride. >"Ye>"Yeah," he murmured. "Never figured there to be so many."

"Three hundred years are a long time to collect things," the demon
told him. "You rarely failed."

Dark shot him a mock annoyed look. "I never failed. I always got what
I wanted."

Krad grinned. "Of course. You are the famous kaitou Dark after all."

"Yep, that's me."

"Not that it ever impressed me."

Dark chuckled. "I wasn't trying to impress you. I was trying to impress
the girls."

"Doesn't make any difference. You didn't get them either."

Dark gave him an odd look, then quickly turned for the next piece of
art, a figure of a winged horse caught in mid-flight. For just a moment
he had felt something, something strange. He pushed the feeling away and
handed the horse to Krad to carry upstairs for Emiko to clean and sort
out.

He reached for the next piece, which was hidden inside a crate. The
kaitou frowned at the bland packaging, wondering why Emiko hadn't put this
piece on display like everything else. She was immensely proud of her collection
and of everything Dark had ever stolen. It was a regular museum down here
and contained some of the most priceless pieces of Hikari and other art
in the country, maybe even the world.

Curious, he opened it.

He gaped.

It was� beautiful.

Two male figures, without features, winged, embracing each other. A
pair of black wings, a pair of white wings�

"What the�?" he murmured and reached for the figurine.

The moment his fingers touched the surface, a prickle coursed through
him. The seal reacted to his own magic and the surprise turned into shock.

Not his own seal.

Not his own magic.

"Krad," he hissed.

But why would his other half seal a piece of art? It was a Hikari,
that he saw right away and� Dark frowned more, feeling confusion double�
it was recent! Shit, that thing wasn't older than a few months at all!

Steps behind him announced the arrival of the other 'helper' and Dark
turned around.

"Krad," he said, voice holding a tightly controlled note.

The demon noticed it because his eyes narrowed a little and he tensed.
"Yes?"

"Care to explain this?" Dark gestured at the open crate.

Krad's reaction was rather� surprising. His face lost all color and
his eyes went wide. Shock, guilt and something else flashed over the handsome
features, then those golden feline eyes met Dark's violet ones.

"You sealed that thing," Dark only said. "Don't try to deny it."

"I won't."

"When, where and why?"

Krad curled his hands briefly into fists. "I can't tell you, Dark."

"What?! This is a piece of Hikari art, a new piece! It's not some of
the old stuff! You had to have sealed it just after its creation and�"
Dark trailed off, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Satoshi!"

Demon eyes flared, but before Krad could reply, Emiko's voice reached
them.

"Boys, I'm done with the rest. Could you bring up the next load?"

"Sure!" Dark yelled back, never taking his eyes off the blond demon.
"Later," he whispered only loud enough for Krad to hear.

The other just nodded. "Later," he murmured.
* * *
They left the Niwa home around dusk, both silent, walking. It would
have been easy to fly, but in a way Dark needed the time to think.

Recent Hikari art. Created by Satoshi, no less.

Krad had sealed it.

What had they been thinking? Satoshi should know better! Hell, Krad
should know better!

They passed people who didn't give them a second look, except the women,
who appreciated both men's looks. Krad ignored them completely and Dark
flirted with some of them, giving them charming smiles.

"Do you have to do that?" the demon muttered under his breath.

"What?"

Golden eyes glared at him and Krad suddenly materialized his wings.
They were at one of the look-outs and thankfully completely alone. Without
another word, the other lifted off. Dark shot him a baleful look and followed.
They came home to an empty house. Daisuke and Satoshi had apparently
managed to get out of bed and out of the house. A small note announced
that they were having dinner somewhere.

Good. At least this gave Dark the necessary time to ask about the winged
figurine.

"We talk," he told his counterpart, crumbling the note into a little
ball. "Now."

"Satoshi made the figurine," Krad only said.

"I figured that out already!"

There was mild disapproval in Krad's eyes. "It was his way with dealing
with the events as of late. A way to express his love."

"Damn, you and I know what happens with these kinds of artworks! He
is a Hikari, Krad! What he creates, out of love, hate or whatever emotion,
is potentially dangerous!"

"Which is why I sealed it."

"It shouldn't ever have come to creation!" Dark shouted.

Golden eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you suggest? I take over
my host, force him to stop, control his every move and thought?" the demon
shot back.

Dark blinked, shocked. "No�" he replied after a second. "No, of course
not!"

"I sat and watched him pour everything he is, everything he feels,
into this. It's the first time he created and he did it for Daisuke. I
sealed it at his request. Satoshi knew it was dangerous."

"You know what this kind of love does! It created the Black Wings,
the most dangerous and powerful work of art ever to come to life! This
could have been the same!" Dark argued heatedly. "What if the sealing had
gone wrong?"

"It didn't. Only because you are the expert doesn't mean I can't do
the job!" Krad snarled, anger now clearly visible in his eyes.

"It should never have been created," Dark murmured.

The next moment he found himself slammed against the wall, nose to
nose with one furious demon whose eyes were now glowing. Powerful fingers
dug into the flesh of his shoulders and Dark was briefly thankful that
Krad had no claws. Still, the grip was painful and he gritted his teeth.

"Just like the Black Wings," Krad whispered harshly. "Just like we.
But we do exist. Co-exist. We are a curse. I know that, Dark Mousy, I know
that very well. I know what can happen and I took care of iou tou think
you can do it better? Be my guest and reseal it, but don't blame me when
it backfires!"

Dark pushed him away, slightly shaken. His defenses were up, his instinct
was screaming at him to take this down a notch, but another part just wanted
to lay into Krad and tear him apart.

"Satoshi is playing with fire!" he growled. "He is a Hikari!"

"I know that, Dark! He knows that! Do you think either of us can forget
it? It's what forced us together and what still is our curse!"

"So he does something idiotic as that?!"

Krad snarled and slammed him against the wall again, teeth bared, eyes
narrow slits. Magic prickled around him and Dark felt his own rise in response.

"He loves your host, kaitou. He loves him deeply and unconditionally.
Sato has gone through hell lately and I know it was mainly because of me,
but he can still love and feel and be� he can live! I won't deny him this
life � ever!"

"And you'd let him knowingly create such a powerful weapon?"

"No, I let him express himself the only way he could, and I sealed
the thing for the future to come. I cut off its life before it was ever
born. Maybe it should have been done to us as well!" Krad pushed away,
bristling more. "Maybe we should be sealed as well! Maybe our miserable
existence should be ended! We are nothing but a Hikari artwork after all!"

He turned and walked away, radiating barely contained power.

Dark stared after him, fury still prominent in his eyes. "Yeah, maybe
someone should seal you for good, Krad!" he yelled without thinking.

He saw it coming. It was fast, furious and deadly. Magic lanced at
him and Dark brought up a shield, simultaneously striking out at his former
enemy. Krad countered, landing a heavy blow against Dark's midriff, but
not without accepting a similar, magic-filled strike that cracked against
his shoulder.

Dark wheezed, hunched over, wide, violet eyes looking at his opponent.
Krad's expression flickered with betrayal, hurt and pain, then it turned
into the maniacal, almost insane one that had made up the old Krad.

"You want to end it, Dark?" he whispered harshly. "Then do so. Don't
hold back."

He spread his arms wide.

"Kill me. Let it be over once and for all. Save us. Maybe it's time
to find a means to end this torment. It would be the solution to a lot
of problems."

Dark was breathing hard, magic churning through his system, leeching
at his energy reserves, and he longed to snap out his wings, take to the
sky and clear this once and for all as Krad wanted it. Instead, he reined
in his temper, locked it away, and looked at his other half. Blond hair
moved in the magical waves they both emitted, golden eyes were slits of
barely contained disgust and loathing, coupled with an ancient pain. Hands
were curled in readiness to gather magic and defend himself.

When Dark didn't do anything but continue to stare, Krad finally turned
on his heels and left. The door slammed after him, cutting off the white-golden
radiance of magic.

Dark sank down the wall, shocked.

"What just happened?" he whispered, his voice sounding hollow in the
empty room.

He had struck out at Krad, verbally as well as physically, hitting
all the right buttons. Each and every single one of them.

Because Satoshi had created art. A beautiful piece made of clay, depicting
two winged men that could be just about anyone. Dark thought he knew what
itnt, nt, but the surprise and horror of the discovery had overlapped the
wonder and joy. Krad had sealed the artwork, had made it safe, and Dark
knew it wasn't a simplistic seal. His other half had known what he was
doing.

"Shit," he whispered. "What have I done?"

And why am I still alive? he wondered.

He had driven Krad to the extreme, had actually provoked the attack,
but except for a little shaky feeling, he was fine. He still had his head
on his shoulders, the house wasn't a ruin, and no avenging angel was standing
over him, trying to tear him apart.

Krad had changed.

Dark hadn't.

He winced at that thought. Why had he done this? Why had he been so
angry, so� unreasonable? Daisuke had created art as well, powerful art,
too. They had gotten into very deep shit because of it.

"I'm so screwed up," he murmured.

Why did I do it? Why?
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