Dark looked out over the sea, taking in his last moments in this world, at least until he was brought back in whatever generation of the family produced the next male child.
"It was real fun... Deisuke."
"Dark... I..."
"You know, I think out of all my hosts... you were my favorite. Sucks to realize that this is possibly the last time I'll be seeing you..."
"Dark, don't say that... You never know..."
"Haha... That's just like you Deisuke, always so optimistic. But even you have to know... in fact, I know you know, I'm in your head... or, you're in mine, as it were... We both know that you might have a girl, might always have a girl, and there's nothing we can do about it."
"Yeah, but still... Huh... I only wish there was a way that we could become separated, where you can be your own body..."
"Deisuke, I wish that was well, but then who would carry on the work in which I do after I were to die? You can't just always chant things, and a curse be lifted. You have to have power for some of it. And most of that power, no matter if I'm host to someone or not, runs in the blood of every Niwa and down. If I were to be cut from my host, permanently... There's no way it could be like that..."
"But Dark, you..."
"That's enough now, Deisuke."
"Uh... Dark?"
"Good bye, Deisuke."
"Dark no!"
"It was nice knowin' ya..."
And with that, Deisuke was alone, staring out at the sea. As soon as the single tear hit the stone ground, Deisuke cried out.
"Da-rk!"
:3 years later:
Deisuke winced at the sharp pain in his hand, as well as the cry that emitted from Rika as she pushed.
"It's almost there, just a little more..." the Doctor said, encouragingly.
With another scream, a squeeze on Deisuke's hand, and a final push, a baby's cry rang out in the room. All but the doctor, Rika and Deisuke clapped. As Rika lay there panting from her efforts, and Deisuke trying to bring feeling back into his hand while also making sure Rika was okay, the Doctor and nurses cleaned the baby.
Risa dabbed at her twin sister's forehead with a cold towel.
"You did it, big sis! Congratulations, both of you! I'm so happy for you."
"Ahahaha... Thanks, Risa. And thank you so much for being here." Deisuke said, smiling.
"Yeah... you went through all the trouble to get here... just for this..." Rika said, still panting.
"Oh, don't mention it. You really think I'd miss the chance to see your first born?" Risa said, with a caring smile.
"It means a lot. Thank you so much." Deisuke said, and gave Risa a hug.
Just as Risa was giving Rika a hug, the doctor and nurses came back in, carrying the baby.
They had not found out what the baby was yet. They'd wanted to be sure Rika was a bit more recovered before they knew. She wanted to remember every detail as much as possible.
"Congratulations, it's a girl!" the nurses shouted with joy.
Deisuke, however, felt a pag deep in his chest, in the spot where someone once very close to him occupied.
He shook his head, and recovered. No matter what, he'd still love the child he was given. He noticed Rika's look of concern, knowing she knew what he had been thinking. He smiled and shook his head. She smiled back, though still had the concerned in her eyes.
Deisuke took the baby from the doctor's hands and sat down in the bed next to Rika, holding their new baby girl out to her.
"What will we name her?" Deisuke ask, tickling her under the chin a bit.
"I was thinking... Yami." Rika said, smiling up at him.
Deisuke kissed her. "Yami is a perfect name..."
:13 years later:
"Hey! Yami!"
I looked up from my book and saw Mia running over to me.
"Hey, Mia, what's up?"
"You're going to trip and fall one of these days, reading and walking like that."
"Hey, I'm not a klutz." I laughed.
"Yeah, whatever... Anyway... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
"Oh... Yeah... It is my birthday today, isn't it...?"
"Yeah! Jeez, if you're not a klutz, then you sure are a spacer." Mia laughed. "So, what do you want to do today?"
"Hum... I don't really know... Skip school? That'd be nice... But mom would kill me if I did such a thing. Huh..."
"Oh, she can't be too hard on you, it's your birthday! Come on, let's go and check out the fair, you always love the art that they have there."
I smiled. That did sound nice. And far better than spending my birthday shut up in school and forced to do homework. Not to mention the obnoxious, forced well-wishers, and the embarrassment as they all sang me happy birthday in the class.
"Yeah, let's do that."
"Alright! I'll pay for your ticket, my treat."
We made our way down to the fair that was held every year now on the week of my birthday. It had something to do with the Phantom Thief my father told me about when I was a little kid.
He said that there were two possible reasons for it. No one really knows what one is true, though. Reason one is to celebrate the Phantom Thief, showing art of many kinds, either from old times, to current masters. They also started holding pieces of the not very famous local's art. I myself have entered a few pieces.
The other reason was to celebrate the disappearance (or the possible capture) of the Phantom Thief, flaunting the art out in the open, knowing it was free from being stolen by him, almost like they were laughing at him.
My dad preferred in the first reason, but said that both reasons were true.
All day, I spent with Mia and a few other friends that met up with us after a while. It was nearly dark by the time I saw the painting.
"Oh wow!" I said, looking at a particularly magnificent peace. It was a painting of an two angelic men, souring through the sky. One resembling the heavenly angels we imagine; white wings, gold hair falling behind him, his white and gold robes rippling. The other was more like an angel of darkness; black wings, dark black hiar, slightly purple-ish in hue, and in black close fitting clothes. Each wielded a feather as if it were a sword.
Good and evil battling it out.
The odd thing was, she found herself more drawn to the dark angel.
It looked so real...
"Urk!" A pain ignited in at my core.
"Yami?! Are you okay? What's wrong?" Mia asked, looking at me and holding me up, as I'd just about collapsed.
"I'm... okay... I just ne- urah!" it hit again.
"Oh, she's burning up!" Tammi cried, having felt my forehead.
"Come on, we have to get her home." Mia said.
She called up my family's limo and within minutes it was in front of us. Mia and Tammi supported me while one of the others got the door. As soon as we were in, they had me lay down on one of the benches, while they sat across from me.
I black out, and when I awoke I was being carried up to the house.
"Yami!" my mother called out, rushing forward to help bring me in.
"What happened?" dad asked, having followed shortly behind mom.
"She just sort of... I don't know, I guess she got suddenly dizzy, but it seemed she was having pains in her chest too. She almost collapsed, but we managed to keep her up. Then she started to burn up..."
I couldn't tell who had been speaking, probably Mia, but I was in too much pain to know who anyone was. A second later, I realized I was in bed and all was silent. I no longer felt in pain, though my head and body had a dull ache to it when I moved.
Getting out of bed, I noticed something... felt different... Shaking my head, I walked to my bathroom to wash my face off to get rid of any remaining sweat.
I continued to notice a strange difference, but couldn't figure out what it was. I ran the water, scrubbed my face clean, and dried it off with a towel.
I looked into the mirror for a second, taking in my tired eyes, a slight brick red in color, and my purple... hair...?
"What...?"
I blinked. And then I screamed.