A/N: Yes… the question here is WHAT?.! I decided to put up another story… but for good reason… It's a promotional campaign for the DNAngel roleplay, that still needs more members… please join? Anyway, it's set four years after the manga… (go to http/ dnangel. conforums. com) Enjoy!

Disclaimers: Aside from many, many prologues, no, none of this belongs to me. Yukiru Sugisaki, Asuka Comics, and all other OCs belong to other people… so… uh… yeah. I don't own anything.

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Prologue One: Daisuke Niwa

It had been four years since then. Four years since he had been connected to that thing called fate, and the condition called Kaitou Dark. Yes, it was odd to think of it that way, but it was all true. Before and after all that felt like completely different worlds in it, and whether it was a good thing or not, he couldn't really tell at this point.

He sighed; running a hand through his red hair that still seemed to defy all laws of gravity, and who knew what could have happened if he'd allowed it to grow. Massive battles, constant thefts and the like had been part of his life, but then… it just left. In one giant swipe the life he had been forced to grow accustomed to just vanished; like that. And then he had been forced to accept it as something more.

Well, maybe they was a bit of an exaggeration, seeing as his mother was probably the most upset about Dark's leaving, but there was nothing they could do about it. With Dark around, Krad would still exist, and vice versa.

Daisuke knew that he could have lived his whole life with Dark in him, until he was passed onto the next Niwa, but the prospect of Satoshi living the rest of his days with the blonde was unbearable. And besides, until one of them killed the other, neither side would have peace: they all knew that.

"Daisuke! You're going to be late for school if you keep standing around!" called Towa, who remained as their maid. Even With had left with Dark…

"Yeah…" he called back, swinging his school bag over his shoulders and leaving his room. On his desk sat a couple of warning notices he'd retrieved from the police while they were unaware and they had sat there ever since.

Tonight, at 11o'clock, I will be stealing the "Sacred Maiden".

Dark.

Dark's first warning card. The thing that had started the line of thefts of all the Hikari's artworks. That was where it began, and although it had ended in a whirlwind of chaos, there was something about that first card that his mother had sent that made it special. Odd, wasn't it?

But recently there had been reports of the Phantom Thief being back; stealing artworks and causing the police to panic and the news reporters to go right back into the frenzy of keeping an eye on him.

It wasn't possible, though, was it? His parents had taken it off as a ruse and the people's excuse to make the Thief a living legend again. But there was something more about it. Something that he had yet to place.

Talking to Riku wouldn't help matters; even after becoming her boyfriend for four years she still had a grudging little hate towards Dark, being the flirtatious guy he was, so that put her out of the conversation. Satoshi was a definite one; he'd been stuck in the same predicament and was the only one who truly knew the situation.

He called his goodbyes to his parents before leaving the Niwa household and making his way back to Azumano High. There was little they could do now, but when it happened, and if it happened, it was best to be prepared.

But for what, he had absolutely no idea at this point.

And in a way, he didn't even want to find out.

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Short prologue. I know. Ur… one down, twelve to go (prologue-wise, anyway). Join the forums! Review! Anything! Thanks!