Dark Mousy awoke from a restless slumber. It had been a full week since his meeting with the odd red haired pipsqueak in the hallway, and he still had failed to figure out what was going on. What Dark had figured out was that the boy wasn't normal…no, Dark wasn't normal. Although he had failed to confront the mystery child again as of yet, every time he saw him his mind was flooded with images, sounds, emotions, things he had no reason to be feeling or seeing or whatever. Oddly enough, sometimes the images continued even after the younger boy had left his sight. It was as if he had some connection to him, but Dark had failed to figure out what. He knew he seemed-familiar, in fact Dark even felt as if he had found something dear to him that had been lost…

Diasuke sat grimly eating breakfast. He was unaware of it, but he was just as confused as Dark. Was he even sure that Dark was Dark, and not some other random kid? No, He was sure it was Dark, he had already made that clear to both himself and his mother. What he didn't know was what he was going to do about it. He wished he could just leave Dark to his own devices, but he knew his grandfather had been correct when he had stated that doing so would only increase the chances of harm coming to him or to Dark.

LATER ON

"Diasuke, are you alright? You seem off today…" remarked the icy blue haired boy painting on the easel next to Diasuke's.

"What?" Diasuke said with a start, snapping out of his daydream. "Oh, yeah…I was just thinking..."

"Is it about Dark?" Satoshi asked. "Don't deny it, you're not the only one who's seen him around the halls. Actually…I need to talk to you about that. It's important."

Diasuke's mouth opened and closed stupidly, like a fish gasping for air after being removed from its bowl. He hadn't expected Satoshi to be able to recognize his former foe. "So I'm not crazy then…" he finally stated. "Well Satoshi, what do you need to tell me?" Diasuke started to feel a familiar anxiety forming a ball again in the bottom of his stomach. If Satoshi had something to say about Dark, chances are it wasn't going to be good.

"Dark isn't the only one you need to be worrying about. He's with Krad…and you probably already know this, but I don't think he remembers who he is."

Diasuke nodded. "I know. But what am I supposed to do?" he said, hanging his head in resignation.

"You'd better figure out something." Satoshi hissed, slightly annoyed. "Because Dark might not remember, but Krad does."

AFTER LUNCH

The tall, dark-haired youth scanned the hallways for the face. He knew what he was looking for- short, redheaded, and annoying. Eventually he spotted his victim, and grabbing him by the collar, stuffed him into the nearest deserted classroom. The lock shut behind the two with a click.

"Hey, what's going on?!" Diasuke remarked with a muffled yell. He had missed the identity of his captor when he was forced into the room, and spun around to see him. His mouth opened once again with shock.

Dark lit into Diasuke with the force of a stick of dynamite going off. "Okay, first of all, who the hell are you? Second of all, why do you know my name? Last, WHY THE FUCK DO I KEEP SEEING YOU INSIDE MY HEAD?!" he yelled indignantly.

"Dark, its me, Diasuke…" the smaller boy whimpered, beginning to cry. "Don't you remember anything? We were best friends…you were like my brother!" Now the tears were coming full force.

Dark looked at his captor, his anger beginning to subside. "Well, he's definitely not making this up…" he thought, calling to mind the recent telepathy he had been experiencing. And besides, there was no way anyone would cry like that over a story.

"Alright…" Dark mused. "You have once chance to explain to me what's going on here."

"Satoshi was right…you don't remember anything do you?" Diasuke said, still crying a little.

"You might as well start from the beginning" Dark said in an annoyed tone "Because I don't. I thought we already went over this."

"Well…" Diasuke started. "You were a type of curse put upon my family. I don't have time to explain the details, but on each Niwa's 14th birthday, you would start being able to take over our body at certain times. You were a phantom thief…you sort of lived inside us, bound with our DNA."

"Wait a minute, are you nuts, kid?!" Dark yelled at Diasuke. "There's no way I was ever a phantom thief. I mean come on, that's crazy!"

"If you don't believe me…try yelling the name With right now. As if it were the name of a dog or something." Diasuke yelled in a retort, becoming annoyed himself.

"But why should I do that? What kind of a name is With anyway?" Dark said confusedly.

"Just do it." Diasuke answered.

"Alright, whatever. WIIIIITHHH!" Dark waited. "See, nothing…HEY!" Dark yelled as the white, rabbit like creature bound into the room, leaping on him as if he were a dog separated from his master.

"With, Dark doesn't think that he's a phantom thief anymore. Why don't we show him?" Diasuke said with a chuckle. With that, With scurried over dark's shouder and onto his back, turning into a massive pair of feathery wings, black as the night's sky.

"Ok, now you've got my attention…" Dark squeaked, ready to faint.