All righty, let's get started and all I have to say is.... Enjoy! (p.s. Midorai's POV again)

-"Nothing to wonderful to be true" – Michael Fanaday

My time at the Niwas was bliss. I felt safe in this family, though I was curious as to where their son Daisuke went almost every night, but then again, I was also rarely in house myself. I felt as though I had brought on some kind of burden to this kind family. This life I was experiencing was too wonderful to be true.

It was in my time there I leaned about the Phantom Thief Dark. He was an art thief, and this struck my fancy. I was always a connoisseur of classic and modern art, and the idea that this thief was stealing it was abhorrent to me. But then again, he had the right idea. If you like it, why not take it? That was certainly what Taka had taught me.

After the Niwas had invited me to live with them, we had breakfast. It was simple, but homemade. And homemade was gourmet to me.

"So, Midorai, do you have a last name?" Daisuke's mother asked.

"Ah, yes, but I do not remember," I replied wanting my new start to be truthful. Or at least, as truthful as I could possibly be.

"Oh my, well, how old are you?" Mrs. Niwa asked.

"Fifteen years."

"Ah, you're a year older then Daisuke," she replied, motioning to her son, who blushed once his name was brought up.

"You said you didn't have any parents, did you come from an orphanage??" his father asked, looking at me curiously.

"uh, no , my parents died just a little after seven years of my life had passed, but I mainly lived by myself, even before that,' I replied. Well, there went my so called truthful start. I had never lived by myself, and my parents were probably still alive somewhere, prospering because of me.

"I'm sorry," Daisuke said, suddenly diving straight into the interrogation going on.

I looked over at him. He seemed truly sorry, and I smiling warmly at him. He was sweet, and reminded me of Toya.

"You have no need to apologize, really, you are in no way at fault," I replied, pushing my hair behind my shoulder.

"My! Your hair is quite long!!" Mrs. Niwa suddenly exclaimed placing a hand to her mouth. I knew my hair was long, a bit longer then I was, but that's what happened when you never got to cut it.

"Yeah, I should probably get it cut someday," I replied, grasping a handful of it. It was coarse to my touch.

"Well, do you have any other clothing?" Mrs. Niwa asked as she briskly cleaned off the table.

"No, this is it." I trailed off, looking away from the honest family who had welcomed me with open arms.

"Oh, well, that dress of yours is in tatters, you may borrow some of Daisuke's clothing until we can buy you some," she replied, patting me on the head.

"I can buy my own, and, Daisuke, I really don't want to..." I was cut off.

"It's no problem..." he replied, blushing.

"Thank you, then. I promise, I will return your hospitality!" I exclaimed, standing up to clean off my dish.

Soon after the family had dined, I helped Mrs. Niwa clean up, and I looked over at Daisuke, who sat glumly reading a book.

"Daisuke, what day is it??"

"It's a Sunday, no school," he replied, then he muttered something to himself, and he walked off.

"Ah," I replied.

"We'll head to the school and get you registered as soon as we possibly can," Mrs. Niwa replied smiling at me again.

"You really needn't," I replied, holding up my hands, now covered in suds.

"It's nothing. Listen, I'll clean the rest of this up, you go take a bath, and get changed. Daisuke's just moody because he's nervous about his date with Riku," she replied.

"MOM!!" Daisuke yelled out, blushing a shade of crimson I had never seen.

"What?" she asked defensively. I smiled back at them, and excused myself, wiping my hands on the pajamas, and I made my way to Daisuke's room.

I silently thanked God as I made his way through his clothing. It was about my size, and I was grateful he was skinny like me. I chose a simple black outfit, since he seemed to have a thing for black... (note: She made her way to find some of Dark's outfits!!) And then, I proceeded to bathe.

I must admit, after never having a warm bath in my life, this was heaven. I wanted to melt into the warm water, and I sighed contentedly. I washed my hair thoroughly, and was surprised by just how much dirt came out. By the time I was finished, my hair had gone from dirty gray to snow white. I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel, and shoved my face into the soft material. I breathed in the smell of softener and detergent. This must be what heaven is like.

As I brush my long locks, I glowered at the mark on my neck. It was very digital, and read WP-7227. It was the tattoo I got the day my parents... well... the day I joined Wyngs. I braded my hair and pulled on the outfit. It was a back sleeveless turtle neck and a pair of baggy black pants. My braid still dragged on the ground, and I quickly pulled it up, making a loop that hung from the nape of my neck.

"Midorai!!" the voice sounded like Mrs. Niwa and I ran quickly to the door.

"Yes, Mrs. Niwa?" I asked, poking my head around the corner.

"Please call me Emiko! And I was just wondering if you were alright," she replied, her smile still in place on her face. She looked at my clothing, and she smiled at me even more, if that was possible.

"Are you ready?" she asked, motioning to the door. I noticed Daisuke was standing by it, looking glumly at the door. He wore a pair of khaki cargos and a red t-shirt that set off his hair wonderfully.

"You look nice, Daisuke," I smiled at him, and he blushed.

(Daisuke's POV)

She smiled at me, and it was the first time I noticed actually was quite cute. She had long black lashes that framed her soft lilac colored eyes. They were quite mesmerizing, and reminded me of an amethyst. She wore one of Dark's outfit's and it suited her quite well, giving her a slight form. I noticed that she was not as flat as Dark had thought, and she did have hips... what am I thinking!?!?!

I felt the warmth of a blush creep across my face. She walked over to me, moving with surprising grace, her feet making no noise upon the wood flooring, even if it did have the tendency to creak.

"Thank you," she whispered into my ear and I felt the color completely envelope my face. My mom smiled at us.

"We should be going, before the stores get to busy," she replied. I watched my mom lead the way, and following her was Midorai. She was a mystery to me, and for some reason, she kept me intrigued. I wanted to know what secret dwelled behind those jewel like eyes and long coal colored lashes. I wanted to know....

-What do you think?? Well, read and review, and I still cannot believe that it's already chapter 6!! I cannot believe I've gone this far in my writing!!! Well, yeah, Review so you can tell me just how well I write!