Wow, something that is not Avatar. Anyway, I rescently discovered DNAngel was online, so I could can continue reading it again. I feel like an idoit, cause I could have just checked, but no I was stubborn. Any way this idea came wondering into my brain not to long ago, and I said what the hey. I hope this does good on here.

Summary: Dark finds himself free again and in the need for Niwa blood, and is in a rush to protect what's improtant to him, he doesn't check who his new host is. He only knows there name, now both are in for a wild ride it seems.

I own nothing, except the storyline and the OC's

Kata-chan…Kata-chan…Kata-chan. I need your help Kata-chan…Kata-chan please.

Slowly my eyes opened, again with that weird dream, it was beginning to drive me up the wall. I roll over and look to find the clock reads half an hour before I gave to get up. I hear my younger brother shift in his bed above me, its still to early for him to be awake. To the best of my ability I try my best not to wake him, and soundlessly make my way down the stairs.

Much to my amazement I find my father doodling, or should I say drawing his next master piece. His red eyes full of focus on what he was doing and his red here slightly messy on his head. I walk over to the table where he was sitting, and he notices he's not alone anymore.

"Oh, Kata-chan, did I wake you?" He asked gently and I shake my head.

"What are you working on?" I asked, looking over his shoulder, seeing the pretty much done drawing.

"I don't really know but it's I saw it in a dream and just had to draw it." He said holding up. It was a girl, or maybe I boy, I don't know I couldn't tell. However I knew the part of the face, it was Phantom Thief Dark, but he was covering half his face with his hand, and the other crossed his chest. "I don't think Dark ever thought he would be in any of my paintings."

I giggled, not at the fact that my father used a famous thief in his painting, but the very fact that he was that thief. Or he used to be, his not any more because he fell in love with my mom. There were some other things that happened too, bit that seemed to be the real reason Dark disappeared. I was always told stories about him, if anything; I should know him like a brother or uncle by now.

"What are you going to call this one?" I asked, mainly because, Daisuke Niwa, was a world known artist, and feature a famous thief would more then likely become popular.

"I don't know, but it will come to me later." He said with a soft smile. "Now what are you doing up?"

"I can't sleep." I confused. "That's all."

He stood up and rustled my brown hair, with a chuckle. He got up and went to the kitchen to start making breakfast, even though it was still a little too early. I however looked at his drawing more, listening to him fuse about in the kitchen. I was wondering what Dark was hiding in the picture, and I wondered if it was my dad, seeing as how he was once Dark.

Kata-chan! A voice suddenly yelled in my head. It was the same velvet voice male voice from my dream.

My eyes widened and I took a step back, looking around the house. I was shaking, trembling, wondering why in the world I was hearing that voice again, much less when I wasn't sleeping. I stood there wide eyes until my dad gave me some breakfast, and then I hid my shock from him. I ate my breakfast quickly before disappearing to my room to get ready for school.

I more then shoved my twin brother out. Even though we're twins we didn't look it, much less act like it. However being raised by a family of thieves both of us were nimble and quick both in mind and body. Only I was at least an hour older then he was, and I didn't let him forget that. Yet he was more for sports and I was more artistic. He looked more like my father, and I looked more like my mother, except for the fact that I liked my long hair, mainly because it made me look faster.

"Relax, Kashi, I'm leaving!" My younger brother, Diku grumbled as he left.

I got dressed for the trip, it was a no uniform day, and was ready before he was, racing out the door. I bid everyone goodbye before bolting out the door. Today was the day I had been looking forward to. Finally the school decided we should go see some art. Not like I hadn't seen half of it, much less knew just about everything about it, but it was nice to get away from school.

I got on the subway, giggling happily as it pulled away; I wanted to get there early. I rushed off, waving hello to the people I pasted every day. They all complemented on my earliness and I gladly told them why. They all giggled or chuckled; it made sense for Daisuke Niwa's daughter to get excited about art. I got to school a little later then I would have liked, but it was when everyone was just starting to arrive.

Girls were giggling, and excitement was building. Everyone was happy there was no school today, and we got a grade for just looking at art. Diku came to find me, and grumbled about, not happy I was so excited to go to something I already knew about. Besides, it not like anything had really changed, I didn't care. However he loaded up on the bus with me, without a single complaint or rant.

It was a short ride to the museum and we loaded off. The teachers gave us stick instructions on what to do, and when everything was happening, before letting us go loose. My two best friends grabbed my arm and pulled me off quickly. Sakura and Rin liked my personal tours.

"Come on Kata-chan!" Both chanted as they pulled me along. They pulled me into the main lobby, before Rin ran off to get a little map.

Kata-chan…I froze, that voice was here too.

"Kata-chan are you ok?" Sakura asked, placing some of her black hair behind her ear.

"I'm fine, really." I lied.

"I got one!" Rin shouted happily, as she rejoined us. "Now where should we go?"

Rin and Sakura started fighting over where they wanted to go first, I didn't care really, I had seen everything here at least twice. However the voice was still bothering me to no end, and it was beginning to annoy me more and more. Rin hit me when they decided and we started walking towards the section with all my dad's art. Along with some old famous pieces my family 'donated' after 'finding' them.

I personally described every little piece of art with detail. Ranging from when it was made, why it was made and even the extreme of the powers it held. It was all fun to Rin and Sakura, but I knew they were really there, for the whole section we were in was Niwa and Hiwatari art. I knew everything behind every piece of art; it was my uncle and grandfather who filled me in completely.

"You're so luck to come from a family of artists." Rin said looking up into the heaves of awe.

"And thieves." I added under my breath. "I guess it ok." I said in a normal tone.

"I still like the feather one." Sakura said pointing to the art work with a white and dark feather lying across each other.

"Twin Angles?" I asked, and both nodded, it was a weird name but my dad said it was fitting. "That ones so old though, they had to name it."

"That's why I like it."

"You're so weird!" Rin giggled, and the two started quarrelling like siblings, they weren't but a lot of people thought they were.

I sighed and waited for the whole thing to be done. There was a sudden chill that ran down my spine randomly. Strangely it wasn't a cold one, but a warm one, but I shivered slightly. To only make things weirder, I seemed to enter a trance, there was a rather lovely sound pulling me forward. I brushed pass Rin and Sakura, walking over to the Twin Angles, at looking without really seeing. For one instant my body burned, it ached with a strange new pain, but it past and the trance seemed to break.

I snapped back to reality, before figuring I should move before something else happened. The rest of the day went by slower then I could have wished. There was noting exciting or weird, and Rin and Sakura didn't seem to notice my distress. No really did, not even the school's reporter who saw everything. It was luck on my part, that didn't mean they were go babbling to Diku in search of what was wrong.

Of course Diku scouted me out after the trip was over, so we could walk home like the siblings we were. I didn't bother sending him off, that wasn't something I really wanted to do. I may be a sixteen year old girl who didn't really wish to be seen with her younger twin brother, but I wasn't that cold to him. I watched him though, and something seemed to be bothering him. If there was one person who knew the red head better then me, I would personally like to meet them.

"Kashi?" He questioned, with me name, not my nick name, my name.

"Yes?" I answered.

"You ok?"

"Peachy."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!" I snapped annoyed. "Look I need to run to the art store to get some junk. Why don't you just go home, I'll catch up." I watched him as he nodded and left still shocked from the blow I gave him.

I didn't notice Kato was standing close by, and when I did I instantly hated my self. Kato Ototri was the crush of my life, and he was one of my brother's best friends. However I tried my best to ignore the fact he was there. I made my way to the art store. Half way there, by body burned and hurt like before, I somehow managed to scrabble my way into an ally way, and I just blacked out with a sharp scream.

Slowly the world came back to me. I knew I was in the hospital, I just didn't know how long I had been there. I sat up in the horrible excuse for a bed and rubbed my eyes. I frightened the nurse who entered and she quickly run to get a doctor.

The doctor came quickly as well, checking me over and asking me a bunch of questions. I could really careless about what he was asking, it was mostly the stuff I liked, and what I knew. Also if I remembered everything, he nodded through my whole story, but I left out the weird part, just the fact that there was pain and I passed out.

"You should rest." He said. "You mother and father are on their way."

I nodded, and they busied them selves with other people. I sighed, before noticing something dangling in my face. I grabbed the purple strand or whatever it was and pulled, only to jerk my head forward. I reached behind my head to find it was purple as well. There was a sudden need to go to the bathroom; I didn't have purple hair so why did I have it now.

I slammed open the bathroom door and almost fainted again. It wasn't me in the mirror; it was some eighteen or so year old girl staring back at me. She had purple hair and purple eyes, she was slightly taller, older, and in everything she was pretty. I was screaming in my head, clutching the sink looking for something that could explain everything.

"What happened to me?!" I whispered to the mirror like it would answer.

"The Phantom Thief Dark." A female voice said and I stiffened.

"D-d-d-dark?" I asked.

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