What You Wish For
Chapter One

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This world is full of what ifs and wonders. What if I could fly? What if I did this, what if I did that? What if I told him that? What if, what if, what if. We dream about all the things we would have been, should have been, could have been. But in the end, dreams are just dreams… and someday a morning will rise where we must leave them behind.

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In another universe…

"Please wake up, Dark."

It was a quiet day in the hospital room of B114. All that could be heard was the quiet hums of a breathing respirator and occasional beats from a heart monitor. A young man lay lifelessly on a bed, his chest rising and falling from the respirator, the one thing keeping him alive. Wires went this way and out of his body, like a broken doll that could not move without its supporting strings.

Next to his bed was a beautiful girl with a broken heart. It looked as if she hadn't lived for days- her face was pale, she looked as if she hadn't ate, auburn hair hadn't been brushed, and bloodshot eyes that had not seen sleep. She clutched his hand as if his, no… her life depended on it.

"Wake up. Please, don't leave me here… alone."

Unfathomable pain wracked her trembling body, although the room was not a cold one. She blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, wanted to fall, needed to fall. She silently fought them back, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, as if her presence could awaken him. But he wouldn't, no matter how much she wanted him to.

"I don't want to lose you…" she said, as if he could hear her. She tentatively touched the IV protruding from his arm. It sent chills down her body, seeing someone she cared for so vulnerable... so inanimate.

She suddenly stood, from the call of her name in another room. Hesitantly, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, just a breath off inaudible, "I'll be back for you, Dark Mousy. Don't die on me now." Then she kissed his cold lips gently, a feathery angelic kiss that he would have killed to be awake for.

Then she turned away quickly, her face reddening, and for the first time that day she gave a faint smile. A single icy tear slipped from her eye, and she quickly brushed it away. "See what you made me do? I'm crying…" Abruptly, she turned toward the door, placing her hand on the cold knob.

Unbeknownst to her, his eyes began to open…

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Back in the real timeline

Tonight at 11:00, I'm stealing "Kaseye's Hourglass"

"Satoshi, how many guards should we put at the West Wing?" Inspector Saehara asked nervously, checking his watch for the fifteenth time, although only 10 seconds had past since the last time he had checked.

He always got nervous at times like these, although he always did his best to hide it. He was a good inspector for the most part. Too bad he was too busy with work to even think about his son, Takeshi. The Inspector thought about his son now, but shook his head violently. Right now, all that mattered was how many people to put in the West Wing.

Inspector Saehara wasn't much of a thinker. He needed someone to strategize for him, and afterwards he would execute the plans. He excelled in ordering, not thinking. But that's why he needed Satoshi, to think for him. However, so far, they had yet to achieve capturing the Phantom Thief.

"However many you want," Satoshi said coldly.

"What!" the Inspector nearly roared.

Commander Satoshi Hiwatari's icy blue eyes interlocked with his, sending chills down his spine. They stood just outside of the Atherton Museum in the freezing snow, but Satoshi's stare made him feel as if he had never felt the cold before. He shifted his eyes away. There was something about Satoshi that the Inspector could not place his thumb on.

"I said, however many you want," Satoshi repeated. "I have no concern over the Hourglass." Saehara glanced at Satoshi, but he just glared back repulsively.

Underneath Satoshi's gaze, there was something that could not be read. Many had tried to see, but it could not be seen. They had tried to find hope, but they only got lost. Whatever Satoshi was thinking, it would never be revealed unless he wanted you to know.

Unfortunately, the Inspector did not know any of this.

"WHY NOT!" the Inspector said, his voice rising so loud that the reporters around them backed away. "You're supposed to help me!"

"I want him to steal the Hourglass, for my own reasons, Inspector," Satoshi said, turning to glance at the snowy night sky.

"And what reasons could you possibly have?" Saehara asked. Over time, he had learned not to question Satoshi's judgment, but he couldn't possibly imagine why Satoshi would want the Hourglass to be stolen.

"The Hourglass just may be the last thing he may steal."
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Riku Harada awoke from the moonlight streaming into her bedroom from the balcony doors. She was about to go back to sleep, but a shadow caught her eye from outside and she leapt off her bed, and towards her balcony doors.

When on her balcony, she found that no one was there. She immediately felt disgusted with herself when she realized she felt something a little too much like disappointment.
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The Legendary Phantom Thief Dark was currently latched onto the roof of the Atherton Museum, a wide smirk crossing his face when he saw the Inspector looking for him, but in the wrong direction. The Inspector had the entire Museum was surrounded, but it never occurred to him that the Thief could be hiding on the roof, even in the freezing snow.

He shivered subconsciously, and then pried open the museum's skylight. Before slipping in, he looked down below for any sort of alarm that would stop him. Apparently Satoshi didn't help out with the defenses because it seemed as clear as day.

This worried him.

Maybe it was because the Hourglass didn't belong to the Hikaris, but why was this so easy? He leapt from the roof into the dark museum, landing nimbly on his feet, half-expecting for an alarm to alert them of his presence.

Nothing.

"What the hell, Hikari?" he said under his breath, as he walked toward the direction where Kaseye's Hourglass was held.
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Instantaneously, a dozen guards were on him, armed with fully-loaded machine guns. A dozen was a threat, but it obviously wouldn't be enough to stop the Legendary Phantom Thief. The bravest of the bunch spoke into his walkie talkie, "Inspector, we've got him!"

Dark smirked when he heard Inspector Saehara's annoying voice reply, "Be careful, Kozue! He's a slippery one!"

Kozue confirmed, and then he approached Dark slowly with handcuffs. "Phantom Thief Dark, you have the right to remain silent for all that you may-"

Before he could finish, Dark vanished and the shatter of glass could be heard. Later, the police would find that 4 television cameras were broken and 6 men had been knocked out. Kozue's army stood, dumbfounded, staring at the place where Dark had just been standing.

Kozue stood, clearly bewildered. "Men! Split up and search! He must not steal the Hourglass!" he was about to yell, but before he could, the alarm went off that signaled that the Hourglass had already been stolen.

Dark smiled at his prize, sitting on the roof on the museum; away from nosy reporters, arrogant policemen, and curious television cameras. Kaseye's Hourglass shined under his gaze, its magnificent colors shining in such ways that he could not begin to describe.

It would be his greatest feat yet. He grinned to himself, until a shining word caught his eye. He flipped the hourglass over to see.

Engraved in the flourished wood were ancient words in a language that not many could understand, shining in a blinding bright light as if heaven were beyond its outer shell.

Kinz xu ouna oni sikinu estafle takai noni Lynarris

The light shone brighter, almost making him feel as if he was in an otherworldly paradise. His vision began to blur, and he realized that the Kaseye's Hourglass was consuming him. His mouth opened to scream, but his voice failed to comply. As he blacked out, he had a great feeling of his body falling, but his soul flying away as his whole world went dark.
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Alternate Universe

He opened his eyes with great effort, as if his eyes hadn't opened in a long time. He was suddenly aware that it hurt when he tried to move, even when he blinked. His surroundings were blurry and distorted, and he fought his brain for focus.

He was in some sort of hospital of some sort, lying on a soft bed. He sat up abruptly, hurting his neck, and tore the breathing respirator from his nose. He fingered the wires coming into one of his elbows. What was going on?

Blinking painfully a few times, a girl came into view, but he couldn't see her face. But it didn't take a mind reader to know who it was.

"Riku?" he said hoarsely. He heard her gasp, and turn towards him, her magnificent brown eyes locking with his. In shock, he realized that they shone red, and instantaneously knew she had been crying. Great pain grew across his chest like wildfire, and he wanted to rush to console her but found himself bound to the hospital bed.

"Dark!" she cried, and ran towards him, throwing her arms around his weak form.

Needless to say, a very shocked Dark nearly had a heart attack.

If he had died now, he would pleasantly say he had lived the greatest life deemed possible.
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A/N Ah edited. This actually had less errors then I had originally thought. Sorry guys, I forgot what the words on the Hourglass meant! O.O im so ashamed of myself. Comments/flames/constructive criticism accepted (: