Prologue: Kaito Niwa
Kaito Niwa sighed to himself, as he remembered the time of his childhood, and she would always pull at his wrist. The ripe age six and seven, he was six she was seven. Giggles rang through his memories, her giggles. She didn't deserve it. She never deserved such a fate, and soon his thoughts were being consumed by anothers thoughts, Dark. Sighing to himself he knew these memories were in vain. Music seemed to be his only way out like his father who used paint as his getaway. Kaito had a simple music notes that filled a piece of paper and created a monster known as a symphony. It was an art that attacked in unperdictable hours of the day. New flowing melodies would simmer at the back of his mind, and yet it created his smile. Not a complex smile, but a simple smile.
To-night was another heist with his other half, which for an unknown reason did not faze him; as usual. It was the crime of his family. His mother had perished long ago, like that girl from his childhood. Looking up at the grape-fruit sky he sighed. His mother was the true Niwa, his father just an imposter. He couldn't respect such a man. He embodied the monster that he had to steal. Art. Paint. Sculptures. It made him turn pink from frustration. The only reason why he knew how to be a theif was his elder brother, who knew his mother, Yuji Niwa. Yuji harbored Dark before himself. It was almost a slap in the face. Considering that Kaito couldn't find a lovely counter part. They always turned him down. No one wanted to hear or listen to the chirping of blue birds, doves, or gulls. They wanted the new. They didn't want to bother themselves with the old; so this left him somewhat bitter.
He heard a simple, yet harsh, scoff blow out from his father as he got frustrated with another painting. This man wasn't really his father more like a care taker that wanted to be called that word. His real father had died in a fire, others had passed with him, and this was another person he hadn't even met. A heavy sigh ran out of his system. His brother Yuji had moved out, but visited twice a week to send out notices that the Phantom Theif Dark would appear to steal another Hikari item. Rolling his eyes and blowing some hair out of his eyes he stood and silently slinked to his little wooden room. Kaito's room was tidy; since, he had plenty of time on his hands. Although, it never stayed like that for long.
Looking through his book shelf he found a leather Journal, his Journal, and began to finish his life long work. The only reason why he knew how to write was his brother and Dark; although, Dark was a bizarre creature. Human-like, and yet a creature. Dark was merciless when it came to the white wings, Krad. They'd fight and fight. Magic on magic. It was not a feeling a fourteen year old should endure. This piece was about those bizarre creature's which resided within himself and that other. Of course he did this in pure secret. He didn't want Dark to know about his only soft, warm, spot. This Journal was his getaway. His true emotion resided in this Journal. Kaito would never show his true feeling's to the cruel world that surrounded him. He had to sheild himself from the emense pain somehow. In fact, he feared getting close to anyone, he feared talking. This Journal had a whole symphony of Kaito's life span. This journal was his only true obsession and love. Or that's how he, atleast, felt.
Kaito's eyes were fixed on that page; until, he nodded for the peice about the two creature's was finished. He knew, for some reason, that this would be the last time he'd see it in a long time. Niwa hunches were never to be reckoned with. Picking the leather book up he sighed. No words could describe the way his heart sank. No one would look at this. He wouldn't be remembered. It would never be played. No one would enjoy his pain nor happiness. This gave him pure agony. Flipping the page, Kaito began to add more about the relief of death. Within a few minutes, this page was finished he began to write these words on the very last page, "I dedicate this to Kira Hikari, Kaito Niwa." Alas his hand writing was no art or beauty. It was a four year old's penmanship. School was for the rich not the poor.
Kaito closed the Journal and locked it. Walking around he figured out the perfect place. Leaving his room and going to the basement where other Hikari items were. They were at least a hundred. Kaito found a weak piece of brick and pulled them upward. Grabbing his leather book and dropping it in the hole, and put the brick back in place.
It was time. The sky was a dark blue and Kaito, now, was running. A cape flowed through the wind and Dark was awake. He didn't see what he hid, which was a relief. Dark seemed to be in a outgoing mood. Nothing seemed to get him down, unless the mentioning of the white wings. To-night was the stealing of the Door of Time. It was a mirror. Dark was excited. Once, they got to the building that held the Hikari mirror. Kaito was now Phantom Theif Dark. The Hunter Krad waited near the Door of Time. Kaito's eyes widened. His hunch burned and he waited for his doom. Krad and Dark began to argue and Kaito braced himself. They were esculating, Dark was the first to attack with magic, and Krad just fought head on. Kaito was being tossed, turned, roughly, and painfully. Kaito felt his body strain, exhoustion. The Hand Mirror began to glow and swirl. Dark hadn't noticed, but Krad had. The Door of Time was awakened and she opened a gate beckoning for someone to step inside. Kaito felt the pull and Krad used magic to push them both inside. The weird thing is Kaito's soul was pulled inside not the body...that body died a week later. Dark had the body, but it soon vanished...
Where is Kaito's soul? Is it stuck inside the Door of Time?