Disclaimer: I don't believe I own DNAngel…

A/N: Ah…..so this is my first DNAngel Fanfic… The story is still kinda shaky.. I have the basic plot and stuff, but it doesn't have details yet…So! Here's the first Chapter! R&R!

Plot: Future. Satoshi's son, Jsadiwa, is trying to resurrect the Dark Wings in hopes that it will help his wife, what he doesn't count on is what it costs to construct them. Daisuke's Grandson, Daijand, is just about 14, but Dark has yet to come. Is he really gone, or will he return with the Dark Wings? And what about Krad? Who will inherit the violent parallel spirit to Dark, if indeed he does return? Will Daijand be able to save Jsadiwa without Dark's help? Or will the Hiwatari's perish? WARNING: If you haven't seen the ending to the Anime, there may be some spoilers in this.

Characters:

Daijand Niwa – Daisuke's 13 year-old grandson. He's quite a hassle, unlike Daisuke he doesn't tend to listen to anything anyone tells him. What he hates most is when his great-grandparents ramble on about there times.

Jsadiwa Hiwatari – Satoshi's son. He has a seven year-old son.

Kasal Hiwatari – Jsadiwa's son.

Endless Dreams

Author: Theresa L'Anne (Raven)

Prologue: Let The Games Begin…

Ring Ring

School was finally over. Daijand stood up and ran out the door bumping into people on the way. It was snowing outside; his bright red hair was a contrast to the snow falling around him. His purple eyes gleamed mischievously. With a grin he began walking home.

After a few paces, he stopped and his grin disappeared into a groan. A woman was watching him from inside a car. He walked over.

"Does it have to be today?" Daijand complained, " I had plans."

"Yes." The woman snapped. She looked a lot like Daijand, except her hair was brown, "Your grandfather and great-grandfather want to see you.. You never go to see them. Come on, get in."

Daijand sighed and with a final groan got in and sat down. The drive seemed to take forever. When they finally did get there, Daijand slid out of his seat and stood hands in pockets. His mother glared at him all the way inside.

As they walked farther into the house Daijand saw many things he'd never before seen: A bird statue of some sort, many beautiful pictures. They looked like pieces of art down magically, but one in particular caught his eye. It was of a snowy landscape, There was nothing there other then a few trees and a windmill.

His mother noticed he'd stopped and looked at it. She smiled and whispered, "Isn't it lovely..? You're great-grandfather painted that when he was about your age. He was a wonderful artist." Daijand looked up at her in surprise. "Yes he's done most of these pieces you see around the hall. He loved to paint, draw, sketch… it was his passion."

They continued walking down the hall until the got to the door at the very end. They walked in. His grandparents and great-grandparents were deep in conversation. His grandfather looked up and smiled when he heard the door creak.

"Daijand, my boy, you're here! Come sit." His grandfather said to him.

"There is something you must know," His grandfather said wistfully, "It's something about the stories we used to tell you..."

"What? The ones about 'Dark' and all? Look….no offense, but I think the whole idea is just crazy! I mean… how can one body hold two souls! There's no way…so if it's something about that I'm leaving." Daijand exclaimed angrily.

"Daijand!" His mother scolded.

"No… no… Sakura, it's okay." His grandfather sighed. "He's right, how is he supposed to believe without some sort of proof." He suddenly started coughing violently.

"Daisuke!" Daijand's grandmother reached over to him.

"No, it's just because I'm getting old. I'll be alright. Now Daijand, please at least listen… Perhaps we won't need to give you your proof…"

Daijand sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and plopped into a seat, "I guess it won't hurt to listen.."

His mother sighed with relief. His great-grandfather, though, looked grave. He began, "This story goes back before you were born; before I was born; before even my grandfather was born. It goes back to when Dark was first created."

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"It's almost complete…" A man said happily. His long, soft, blue hair swayed and swirled around him. His golden eyes were calm and calculating. A door swung open behind him and he frowned.

"I told you not to disturb my wor-" He stopped and smiled. "Now father," He said as he turned around to face the intruders. An old man hung limp between two muscle-men. "I've told you before…. You can't stop me…. No one can… No matter what…"

"Jsadiwa…You know better then….to do this….what if…?" The old man attempted to lift his head, but did not have enough strength.

Jsadiwa waved the warning off, "How is that my problem…? I don't care about those two….." His smile grew larger, "What would those two think seeing you like this, father..? Their greatest enemy, Satoshi Hiwatari, as weak as a puppy…"

Jsadiwa turned around, "Take him out of here… and I warn you father…. Next time... you shall be punished…."

They left the room. Jsadiwa sat down at a desk and pulled some papers over. He sat reading them and adding things for many hours, When he finally left the room a young boy, about 8 or 9, stood waiting for him.

"Daddy…..why was grandpa mad at you?" he asked quietly.

Jsadiwa looked at him and smiled. He went down onto a knee and looked into the boy's amber eyes. "Grandpa thinks daddy's been a bad boy…but you needn't worry, Kasal…go back to your room."

But Kasal wasn't done yet, "Grandpa said that daddy was doing something against the 'Hikari beliefs'….were you daddy?"

"…..This has nothing to do with you Kasal… Go to bed..." He said as he stood up and ruffled the boy's dark hair.

Kasal walked off pouting. Jsadiwa sighed and turned to lock the door. He walked over to his wife's room and sat next to her bed.

Jsadiwa gingerly ran a hand across her face, "Get well soon, my dear…"

A/N: Did ya' like? I knot that it's not too wonderful, but I hope it'll get better. I'm never very good at starting stories…. But review anyway…please?

Raven (Theresa L'Anne)