::~ Hi! Just so you know, the guy in the wheelchair in the ANIME of Dn Angel, has been made a Niwa by me, because he looks alot like Daike, Daisuke's grandpa. The general in the wheel chair seemed like he knew that something was going on, so I had him fit into this story. Sea is his granddaughter, because he had a daughter whom Emiko was never able to meet, but she died. :'( Just so you're clear!

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General Niwa slid in on his wheelchair. The ball room was already full, and everyone's head turned towards him as he entered. Many bowed, others curtsied. General Niwa nodded to acknowledge them all. Then the talking resumed. He rolled himself over to the drinks. Since Sea was not there to help him, it took quite a bit of effort. He was struggling to lift the punch ladle and pour juice into the cup. He hated feeling helpless, and being unable to walk did that to you sometimes.

Someone gently lifted the ladle out of his hands, and poured the punch in for him. He looked up, and realized it was a boy, not older than Sea, with light blue hair and dark, sapphire eyes. For a moment, they stared at each other. " General Niwa. I am pleased to meet you. This is my son, Satoshi." Said a man who walked up behind the boy, putting a protective arm around him. The man had dirty brown hair, and his eyes were the same, except darker. " Hello. You must be Mr. Hiwatari. This is your son?" said General Niwa, inspecting the boy. He found that something was curious about him,and vaguely familiar. Mr. Hiwatari nodded. The boy looked away, in what seemed to be distaste. " Quite a boy, you have there, I can tell he's bright. He reminds me of my granddaughter." said General Niwa.

Mr. Hiwatari raised an eyebrow. " Is that so? Well, we must certainly meet her." General Niwa looked at him oddly. This man was certainly peculiar. They were hiding something, no doubt. Lucky for him, he was a Niwa, and could easily find out information. " Your son must have been at a very young age when you adopted him, Mr. Hiwatari. Tell me boy, where are your parents?"

Satoshi merely looked displeased at being dragged into the conversation."Journeying far. Coming near." Satoshi's father seemed unsettled at the question.

General Niwa's eyes seemed to aquire a new, warm light. " Spoken cleverly, like a certain family I know. You seem to like the arts, and poetry, do you?" he asked. didn't give his son a chance to answer. " Oh, Satoshi is very good at art, he passed college at the age of thirteen, and is now-" General Niwa cut him off. " Do you have art, ?" he asked. nodded. " Interesting. We must make arrangements, for I have some art you may be interested in, and I'm sure you have some art that is very valuable." General Niwa said, already rolling off. He would have to consult Sea, and see if she knew more information about the Hiwataris. But he had a pretty good hunch that the boy was more than just a smart son of a billionare. Yes, he was definetely much more than that.

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Sea lay quietly on the floor of her room. She was tired of sitting in a chair, so she was sprawled on the floor, playing with Piou, her cat. She waited for... anything really. Daisuke was out with Riku, and she was bored. Toa offered to have a girls make over, but make up and her really didn't mix. Besides, Misa wasn't too keen on it either. She remembered her grandfather, the general. When she was off training, she would visit him for the vacations. He was worried for her, because the Temple of Darkness Training Facility wasn't all it was cut out to be. It was an all girls school, and they were monitored, because one of them would become Misa. Every day, they had to go to classes that were severely strict. They had to wear uniform, and they couldn't make a single sound out in the hall. Misa was supposed to be stealthy, so no mess ups were allowed. If they received less than perfect grades, their punishment would be severe.

At the end of each year, they were given a test: a series of ropes, ladders, chains, spikes, and other lethal weapons were put in their way. Those who were not able to complete the challenge would be led into a room and never seen again, if they did not already pass away during the test. Luckily Sea was able to complete the test each year. She was only acknowledged as Misa because one night, when the moon was full at her 13th year, she felt indescribable pain. As she ran ( without a sound, of course) to the Headmaster's study, she noticed her hair had grown, and changed color. She entered, and addressed the Headmaster so abruptly that the woman nearly had a heart attack.

The Headmaster immediately told her she was the Lost Niwa, Misa. The entire school was awakened, and they all stood around her, chanting a spell, that truly made Sea and Misa's soul into one.

Sea was told to stay another year, to learn all of the incantations and sources of magic that was meant for the Lost Niwa to use. Sea never liked being there, and no doubt her parents had no idea what they had gotten her into. She would never forget the day they dropped her off, and said they would love her forever. It was permanently etched into her mind, reminding her constantly.

Shortly after that, they died from a plane crash. Her grandfather had taken her in, and raised her, whenever she visited for vacations. After she was set free, she never heard from the rest of the girls at the facility again. Last she heard, was that they were all sent to pack, and they would be returned to their homes. She returned to her grandfather sooner than the rest, and he took her to a few celebrations before trouble started. She was being pursued.

She was forced to flee, leaving her grandfather behind.

He told her there were other Niwas, and that she needed to find them.

She did.

So now she was here, at the Niwa house, in her own room.

She never knew who caused the plane crash that her parents were on.

But she was determined to find out.

And then that person would pay.

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Daisuke thoughtfully twirled his pen with his fingers. Dark had advised him of strange magical presences that he felt at random. However, he had no idea where these presences came from. Daisuke sighed. Even after having a whole year of stealing with Dark, he still felt slightly strange about everything. And when Dark was sealed, Daisuke felt as if a part of him was missing. He would walk by a museum, see a valuable artifact and remind himself to tell his mother to send a warning letter, only to feel the familiar pang of not having Dark inside him anymore.

He felt lonely.

When his cousin returned, only to tell him Dark was inside him again, made him uncontrollably happy. No wonder he felt better than usual that day. He didn't even sulk, one bit. He would never admit it to Dark, but to him, Dark was just like a big brother, bickering with him, and sometimes giving him advice in the rarest occasions.

" Dai! Dinners ready! Go get your cousin for me okay?"

He heard his mother yell, from the kitchen downstairs. Dai slid out of his chair. " Okay Mom, be right there!"

Dark: Yay, food! I'm starving!

Daisuke chuckled. " Yeah yeah, we'll go eat soon enough." Daisuke left his room to go knock on his cousin's door across the hall.

Dark: I wonder what it'll be. A growing boy's gotta eat!

Daisuke: Growing? Your nearly six feet tall!

Dark: And you aren't even close.

Daisuke rolled his eyes. He was 5'8, and that was pretty close to being six feet tall.

Daisuke: You'll probably eat everything, even the table!

Dark: Oh shut up pipsqueak.

Daisuke: Daaark! DON'T CALL ME A PIPSQUEAK!

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