Authors Note: I am not sure if this has been done before, but this is a story kind of explaining Darks origins. Sorry if it is all explained nicely in the Manga, but I have never read it as I can't afford it right now. Hope you don't bash it simply because it's different. Anyway, read the little warning and feel free to enjoy!

This is my first attempt at actually posting a fan fic, so I have a few warnings:

I am not too good at writing bits with action. (I know most people say that and it's not true, so I'll try to make mine believable)

I have a habit of ruining romantic moments. I haven't figured out why.

Some bits might be confusing for a bit (they often are at the beginning of a story)

There are several metaphors referring to food. For some reason it was easier that way :P

As this is my first posted work, any and all criticism, constructive or destructive is welcome!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from DN Angel… though I think I might just own one terribly irritable teacher…

Page one; Chapter Dark

"One little mark and the page is no longer clean, pure, and white. Once put there, a mark can never be completely erased. Life is a blank page. Move in one way and the story begins. What kind of mark you put on that clean blank page depends only on you. You have the choice, but remember, what is done in life, like on the page can never be completely undone"

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What was that voice I just heard? I wondered as I dragged myself out of bed. Probably just a really weird dream. I stretched lazily spreading my wings wide, and then quickly spun the illusionary magic that hid them from all mortals. Mom would kill me if she knew that I had let them show outside of work.

"Dark! Your breakfast is ready. If you don't hurry you'll be late for school again."

"I know mom," I yelled down the stairs. I threw on a shirt that I found on the floor that didn't smell too bad and cast a glance at the mirror, wrapping an illusion that made my eyes seem blue and my hair a whitish gold colour. It might seem weird, but having done the same thing every morning since I started going out on my own it was second nature to me.

"Daaaark!!"

"Coming mom," I said taking the stairs two at a time, jumping the last four with a flourish. I gave her a kiss, grabbed my bag and a piece of toast and ran out the door with a wave. I was already ten minutes late and was going to have to take a few shortcuts. No on knew the back alleys as well as I did.

I scrambled into class just as the bell rang. My teacher was waiting, arms crossed and foot tapping. "My, my, my. Dante, will you ever be on time? I think another detention is in order. Perhaps you will learn to be on time if you earn enough detention to never have to leave the school, hmmm?"

"Yes sir Mr. Burtson… I'm sorry Mr. Burtson… I'll try… not to let it… happen again," I panted with my head between my legs in an attempt to catch my breath. No matter how many short cuts I took, I was almost always late. Even if I was only seconds late, or in the room just as the bell rang like today, Mr. Burtson enjoyed giving me detention. I still don't understand what that man hates about me.

"Well don't just stand there panting like a dog, go sit down!" I straightened up, face slightly red as I walked sheepishly to my seat. I wouldn't have minded so much if Harada san weren't sitting in the front row, giggling as much as the rest of the class. I didn't care about the others too much, but she was cute, and sometimes I wished that I could just drop this disguise and show her that I was in fact Kaito Dark. The dreamy, cool, collected, elusive thief that all the girls in class adored, and all the boys envied. Yeah right! I sighed. Reveal my true identity and the police and 50 scientists would be all over me wondering what I was, where I came from, and why I did what I did. Not to mention the amount of jail time my job had wracked up for me. I hated world geography.

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"Where did you come from? An elusive soul with an elusive past. I am and am not you. Where is your other half? A white page is quickly darkened, a good story turned foul, a masterpiece tarnished with ill intent. On which side do you lie Dark Mousy?

"Who are you?" I asked into the darkness.

"You'll soon see Dark. Soon all the riddles will be revealed. You'll soon see.

"Who Are You?!"

" Excuse me! Dante my boy it seems that it is your wish to never leave school. Add another hour to your detention." He was red and angry. I realized with a start that I had yelled that last thought out loud, disrupting his class. Not to mention that he had caught me sleeping again. If I got this detention I would be late, and mom had told me that this was an important night. I suddenly felt very sick. Not just with dread either.

"Mr. Burtson, I am truly sorry." I began as innocently as I could manage with my stomach pretending it was a half cooked pancake. "I'm not feeling well," although it was the truth for once, I could tell that he wasn't buying it. The sick feeling was getting worse the more I thought about the mission not getting completed on time. My teacher sneered at me and I could tell what was coming.

"Dante Niwa, you have just earned yourself a three hour detention, and you are going to endure it if I have to sit in and watch you myself!" He practically roared at me, the smell of his breakfast still on his breath. I couldn't take it any more. For some reason my stomach just wouldn't allow me to keep the toast down. I ran from the class, just barely reaching the restroom in time. The teacher and nurse walked in just as I concluded my business with the toast for a second time. The nurse took my temperature and declared me as sick as a dog. This was the second time that day that I had been referred to as a dog. I was beginning to find it rather unflattering. At least I was given a permission slip to go home.

It was the strangest thing though. From the second that permission slip hit my hand I began to feel better. By the time I reached my house I felt completely fine. Mom was a little worried about the hundred and three degree temperature I had been running at school, but my fever had completely disappeared. I got a feeling that even if I was as sick as a… a… a pigeon, I wouldn't be able to get out of the mission tonight.

Confused? If so, I can post notes in the next chapter (or this one) explaining what the heck is going on, all you need do is ask. OK, I know I write short chapters, and I hope they will get longer. This one has a kind of drop off ending that people should hate me for. I have the next 2 chapters written, but I would like to keep them for editing purposes. Hope to post the next one soon!