I'm on a role….

Ricky Leingod- thank you for being the first to review after my return!

Broken Angels

Blast From the Past Part I

There's something about her. I can't stop thinking about her. Why? Why does she haunt my every waking thought? She's an average girl… she's wonderful. I can't think of her as average, although that's what everyone tells me. How is she average? She has the highest grade in her class, she's beautiful with that dark black hair and those vivid green eyes that are like maple leaves. She's a great cook and she knows just how to make me smile. Everything she does makes me smile.

I feel guilty for liking her. I was shot down just a few months ago and here I am, falling for another girl. Damn, how can I concentrate on this homework when all I can think about is…?

"Daisuke, you want some dinner?" The girl of his thoughts peeked into his room as he sat at his computer, staring at the blank Word screen.

"No thanks, Story. I've got to figure out this project before I reward myself." Daisuke smiled at her. She always makes him smile.

"How can you concentrate without food?"

"How can I concentrate with you standing there, tempting me with food?" Daisuke shot back.

"Ohh, good one." She pointed out.

Daisuke sighed and leaned back in his rolling chair. "I'll heat something up later. Go eat with the family." She gave him a soft smile and obeyed, closing the door behind her. Daisuke looked back at the screen and glared. This was keeping him away from her. He could be sitting downstairs, eating, laughing, staring, and making love-sick sighs with the raven-haired girl.

He blamed his History teacher. He blamed them, cursing them with a heavy, painful death. Dark was in his mind, laughing.

"Alright, big-shot, you do this project! You find an influential member of your family to write a report on!" Daisuke glared into a mirror that hung to his wooden bunk bed. Dark was sitting in the reflection and a smirk and a lazy posture.

"Easy, you can write about me. I'm you, a family member, easy." Dark laughed.

"No way! People would wonder how you live for hundreds of years without aging!" Daisuke had half a mind to punch the mirror.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm too gorgeous."

Now he had three-fourths a mind.

"I'm serious, Dark. Who in my family was big in the past? An actor, an artist, a… a… I dunno, a something."

"You could do Daisuke Kaitoh. He was an aristocrat in the early 1800s. It really sucked that he died so young, though." Dark brushed dark purple hair nonchalantly away from his eyes.

"How much do you remember about him, Dark?"

"Not much, really. He died around your age though, but he influenced a lot of artists, writers, and inventors. Well, it was more like inspired them."

"Perfect!" Daisuke stood up and ran away from the mirror, the reflection fading slowly. Daisuke ran into the basement and started sifting through old family books and family trees.

Taking almost three hours, he finally found ol' Daisuke Kaitoh. There wasn't a picture, but there was a three page history on him. Daisuke grabbed an old, unused notebook and started making notes.

Daisuke was born in 1820. He was born and raised and died and Tokyo. He traveled a lot. He went to many parties and dining events. Mostly to steal the artwork on display, but that couldn't be mentioned. He was in on the Dark Mousy curse. Maybe he could mention Dark? Nah, that would cause too much suspicion (Dark liked the idea, Daisuke scrapped it right away).

Daisuke had a wife and two children: Twins named Artemis and Apollo. He had an interest in Greek mythology.

Daisuke died in 1837, seventeen years after his birth. The reason is unknown (they thought it was a demon possessing him). The only symptom was pain. The pain wracked his entire body. That was it.

From this, Daisuke had compiled enough information to write a five page report on his ancestor, Daisuke Kaitoh. The only thing he needed was a picture of the old Daisuke Kaitoh.

Daisuke spent the next three hours finding a picture of this man. There were none in the records… at all. There were albums that were found, but his face was blacked out with a cigarette butt or scribbled with ink of some sort.

Daisuke finally resorted to the internet. Reliable, but frustrating. He spent five hour looking through the internet on his bedroom computer. Just when he was about to give up and go to bed, he finally found something. "Ah ha!" he exclaimed when he found it. It was small. He clicked on the picture again and almost fell backwards in his chair from his findings.

Daisuke Kaitoh could pass as Daisuke's twin brother. He relaxed and sat on the carpeted floor, trying to catch his breath. Maybe this was someone's idea of a joke, yeah? Someone who knew him and knew what he was going to do…. Daisuke ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. None of his friends were intelligent enough to do that, or if they were, they wouldn't care to. He took a deep breath and went back to the computer. He checked the domain. It was a legitimate site. It was run by a company of researchers who picked out family trees. There were tons of pictures, most of which were the same that were in his basement, only restored. Some pictures were new ones, some he had never seen before. All with Daisuke Kaitoh, a man who looked like Daisuke. They shared the same name, the same face, the same destiny… what else was there to this dead guy that Daisuke should know?

He looked at a family portrait. They were on levels made of cherry wood. They were sitting on cushions. Daisuke was to the top right with his son on the level below him. His son looked about three or four. Daisuke's wife, Niomi, was sitting next to him. She had kind eyes and straight black hair that was up in an elaborate bun with tinsels and a fan. Their daughter was on the level below her, with the boy, Apollo. They did look like twins. Almost identical. Daisuke felt disturbed by this person… this man… this ancestor.

The next day, Daisuke finished the project and showed his mother, father, and grandfather.

"Creepy, right?" Daisuke told them when he explained the history.

"Very," Daiki agreed. "I don't understand how this could have happened…."

"I was reading something the other day…" Kosuke started thoughtfully, "About reincarnation. It's possible that you could be his incarnation, Daisuke."

Daisuke grimaced as he thought of a TV show he used to watch. "Like Inuyasha? I'm like Kikyo and Kagome? Weird…."

"No, what would be weird was if he came back like Kikyo did," Story input as she passed them with a basket full of clothes.

"You watched Inuyasha?" Daisuke asked.

"Nah, I went to the book store and read the manga. I lost interest after, like, the thirtieth volume." Story set down the basket and wiped her forehead. "How many clothes does Dark really need, Niwa-chan?"

"Oh, Story-chan, I keep telling you to call me Emiko-chan!" Emiko pouted. "Or just Emiko, I don't care!" Story only smiled and took the basket again, leaving the room.

Daisuke looked back at his project and leaned back in his chair. "Is that all we make of this? I'm some reincarnation of an ancestor who was an aristocrat? Hope I don't die like he did…."

"How did he die?" Daiki asked.

"No one really knows. They were talking about a demon possessing him, but he complained and screamed about pain throughout his whole body. They had priests, doctors, everything to try and cure him. Needless to say, didn't work. He died at seventeen."

"Why did you even choose him as the subject of your project?" Kosuke asked.

"Dark suggested him. I found out he not only inspired art and inventions, but he created some. You know that red sun with squiggly blue lines under it sort of painting? Looks kinda traditional? Well, he painted that, not someone thousands of years ago. It's like, a household painting." Daisuke explained.

"How come we aren't rich?" Daiki asked. Daisuke grumbled that they could sell the things they steal if they wanted to be rich. Thankfully, no one heard him.

"His son, Apollo, yeah, well, he wasn't very handy with money. Whole family went bankrupt." Daisuke said casually.

Kosuke started at the project that was in plastic binding. "Are you going to present this?"

"Yeah, but I'm leaving out the part about Dark (obviously)." Daisuke confirmed. "Why?" Kosuke shook his head replying with a quiet, "nothing." Daisuke furrowed his brows at his father.

"Mmkay, I just wanted to let you guys know what I found until three o'clock this morning. I'm going back to bed." Daisuke stood up and stretched. "G'nite."

"It's two in the afternoon." Story pointed out as she came back into the room with an empty basket.

"Yeah, well, I'm tired." Daisuke waved to the others and left for his room.