Hi I'm Lavena and this is my first FanFiction so I hope it goes well and you lot enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel, or the characters. Though the story is mine! Mwahahaha!
Chapter 1 – So Many Years...
Daisuke Niwa, now a 35 year old man with a wife, child, a house and of course the cutest rabbit of all time, known to us as With. 21 years had gone by since the time he had fought off Krad by transforming into a powerful young angel know as Dark Mousy. But time had moved on, Daisuke hadn't heard a word Dark since the incident and had sworn to protect his family whether her were angel or man. But the chances of becoming angel were now so slim that Daisuke had made a mental box and stored all his memories and thoughts away so he could live his life to present day and not dwell in the past.
The middle aged Daisuke had typically stayed with Riku Harada for the 21 years and had married her at the age of 19. Now with the new name of Riku Niwa. She became the typical house wife and kept at her sport, going down to the running track every morning leaving, Daisuke snoring in bed with With in the middle of the pillows. She would then come back after each session and butter Daisuke and his son some bread ready for when they would dash out of the door with the piece of bread clamped in their mouths as they ran down the road late for work or school. Some things just never change, and always get inherited.
Next out of the door would be Daisuke's son just like his father with the bread hanging from his mouth. Riku and Daisuke had called him Tomoko when he was born, and when he grew older and learnt to speak couldn't pronounce his full name and nicknamed himself Tom. That name stuck and now that Tom was 13 and his birthday tomorrow, he was excited. He had invited his friend over for a family meal for his birthday and promised to bring round his pet parrot to play with With.
Daisuke managed to get to work today without being late. Just. He had hung his long dark brow jacket and hat on the coat hangers behind the main part of the small shop he worked in and had already whipped on his brown apron ready to be of service at the small shop he worked in. Typically for his taste in art, he had found a small daytime job to pay for all the bills and a little for extra when needed. He was to serve customers and help with selecting the correct items for different purposes. He loved his job, and occasionally he was aloud to use the shop's supplies to create his own pieces that he was aloud to take home and keep, or sell at the shop and split the money with his boss. He had sold many pieces since his job started because of the quality and care he took painting them. But still it wasn't for free. The equipment he used was either from the shop or from home and usually he used his own but sometimes he would forget to bring his things from home and would have to paint with the shop's stocks.