"Hikari! Will you please pay attention!" Hikari's teacher scolded her one day three weeks later in math. Her head jerked up from the picture she was drawing of Dark.
"Sorry, sensei. However, I have already written all the notes down and have the homework done and I have studied for the chapter test." Hikari explained for her wondering mind. Her teacher looked at her as if she was crazy, as did most of the class.
"Fine, would you like a pass to the art room? You too, Daisuke since I know you're going to ask me?" The teacher asked. Daisuke nodded and packed his things, while yelling at Dark.
Dark! Why did you get into her mind like that? Daisuke asked Dark, who was resting his soul in Daisuke's body.
I have to, Daisuke. It's the only way I could bare to live in this head of yours if I can see her. There's something about her that just draws me in. Especially the way she draws my handsome figure. Dark explained.
You just want to look at her as she draws. Daisuke said rolling his eyes.
What if I do? What's it to you? Dark asked.
Nothing. But Riku's ours, not Hikari. Daisuke replied. Dark did not reply, but smiled. Daisuke did not know what to make of his grin; that aside, Daisuke followed Hikari to the art room, where a surprise of dark proportions waited for him.
Hikari made her way through the piles of artwork and supplies. She opened a cabinet and brought out a half painted picture. It showed an angel crying while she prayed. All around her were light blue feathers; her wings were unfinished but they would be folding around her. It was for an assignment for class where they had to paint or draw something that was symbolic to their past. All around the angel, wings, and feathers would be fire, symbolic to the fire that had claimed her family.
"Wow, Hikari that's really good." Daisuke complimented when he saw the picture. Hikari blushed, sending chills down Daisuke's back. She's so pretty. I want her-- no, no, no! Riku is the one I love, not Hikari. But... He thought as he looked at her. His heart started to beat fast and he looked away, "Um, I'll be right back, Hikari. I have to go to the bathroom." He ran out of the room. Instead of transforming, Dark jumped out of Daisuke's skin and watched him run down the hall. Dark took this opportunity to "check up on Hikari."
Hikari sat by her painting, placing the finishing touches on the wings. She was done. She looked out of the window she sat next to and sighed. Out that way, had stood her families mansion. She did not know if her brother, Toma White, was still alive. He had left before the fire, she remembered, with her father, but she did not know if he had returned or not. He would be 20 by now.
"Is that what happened during the fire, Hikari?" Dark asked her. Hikari nodded. He pulled a stool up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"I've always wanted to know why I was spared. Why were there light blue feathers around me? Why? I've gone to the site millions of times, but I never find anything, except feathers; white, black and blue feathers" Hikari trailed off. Dark knew something was different, but with this painting, everything came into place in his mind. And by now, Krad must have visited her. The wild card, "Do you mind if I tell you what happened?"
"No. Tell me what happened in your past, Hikari."
