Chapter 4

Now enrolled as a student of Azumano Middle School, Miseru sat painting a portrait. The black canvass was delicately lined with white paint. Each line was distinct from the others and yet came together perfectly to form the outline of a boy with glasses and white wings.

"Clears throat" She spun slightly as she snapped out of the art daze. "My aren't we looking better, Daigo no Namida."

"I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Miseru. And you are…?"

"Satoshi. And you know very well what I'm talking about." The innocence on her face was enough to convince anyone else, but not a Hikari.

"Nice to meet you, Satoshi. You know…" Miseru inspected her painting. "…This kinda looks like you. Except with wings." In the corner of the art clubs' room, she heard Dark laughing. He does have wings.

"You think so? …It's very good."

"I'll take that as a compliment from one of such background." Her voice hinted all the right facts. His eye twitched just enough to tell her she was hitting the nail on the head. Hahahahah! This is so great! The commander being dissed by some of his family's artwork! Ha!

Shut up Dark! Don't forget she can hear you.

Big deal. Miseru! Keep up the good job! She shot the smallest hint of a glare Diasuke and Darks' way then shook her head.

"Hey Miseru!"

"Miranda! Hi."

"Wow…" she said pausing by the easel. "Is that Satoshi?"

"Um…"

"You're really good."

"Let's go see yours." The two left Satoshi standing by himself staring at the portrait of him with wings. "Man, girl! How did you do that?"

On the stand was a beautifully drawn picture of Dark. Every detail was perfect down to the way his hair stood out at odd angles. People at the surrounding stations gathered to gape at the artistry. Diasuke pushed his way through the crowd to see. Upon laying eyes on it there was an immediate response.

…..She's crazier than Risa was. Appearing beside him, Miseru whispered in his ear.

"Yes but if she got some attention from the Great Phantom Thief, it would make her day." She winked and slipped off again.

The days went by and a warning letter reached the detectives. Diasuke was told to go down and make a spot for the painting. Miseru sat on her slab making card houses. Her books lay on the side in a neat pile.

"So… whatcha stealing this time?" She mused.

"Shin no Rikai."

"Ooooo. Nice." He glared at her over one shoulder. "You do know who will be waiting for you?"

"Risa?"

"Well her, and Miranda."

"What?"

"She has been trying to find out more about why she knows so much about your life. I overheard her thinking about how she had been promised entry to the next target's surroundings. Hiwatari promised her."

"What!"

"Sorry Dark. You'll just have to deal. If you just talk to her she'll leave you alone. She'll figure it out that you're Diasuke soon if she can crack her memory."

"Great. More fan girls! Just what I needed."

"Now, now. It's not their fault they like you." He rolled his eyes. Her tone became serious. "Look. It could be worse."

"How?"

"They could be falling over to talk to/see Krad." Miseru smirked at the anger on Darks face. "I'm coming to see as well, but for a different reason. I need to speak with the Hikari." Dark raised an eyebrow.