-OMG! The moment I started to write this I got mail in my inbox! It was a KICK BUTT review from yet again… INKHEART! My response is at the end of this ficcy, so you'll just have to wait! In the meantime, all you readers out there: enjoy this latest installment of my ficcy! (I love exclamation points! .) Oh, and sorry there was no quote for the last chappy! Oh, the italics are a side dialogue from Midorai. HAVE FUN!

-Our brightest blazes are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks! –Samuel Johnson

I don't remember when it started. When I started having these weird thoughts… Memories that weren't mine kept invading my mind, flooding me. I thought that maybe I was going insane from being stuck in that… cage. There were times when I'd wake up and wouldn't know who I was until finally, I met him.

Exhausted, Midorai collapsed on her bed, barely changing out of her street clothes. Within minutes she had fallen asleep; her small form sprawled over the sheets.

I didn't know what was going on. Eventually, I became terrified. If I fell asleep… would I be able to wake up and know where I am? Or for that matter, who I am? It all ties to that form of mine, I know it. Everything is connected.

The sun had barely begun to rise when Daisuke made his way back home, handing his mother the crown and then quietly snuck up to his room, falling onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of Dark's clothes. Seconds passed and then he was asleep, dead to the world.

Normal. What I wouldn't give to be that for just a moment. For if only a moment. I try so hard to remember happy moments with my mother, but they aren't there. She never even hugged me. It's not normal. I know that. What disturbed me was the way she looked at me. There was such hatred and detestation in her eyes. When I was young, I would wish that she would just once look at me like I was her daughter.

Midorai groan, rolling out of her bed as the sun began to rise. She moaned, rubbing her neck, trying to ease the soreness out. Squinting in the harsh glow of early morning she sighed, trying to shake out the memories. Where was she? That's right… the Niwa house. Her name… Midorai, that's right.

Not once in my life did I go a day without crying myself to sleep. My father would come in, try and comfort me. He'd go on that I was perfectly normal and that mommy loved me, she just didn't know how to show it. Right. So she'd cry when she looked at me. Because she loved me she sold me. Love sucks.

Five minutes after falling asleep, Daisue awoke. His mind was racing with thoughts. Just who is Kitsune? What is she? Is she like Dark? Then who is her counterpart? He couldn't stop the thoughts as they raced around his head like track runners. Did Kitsune have something to do with Midorai? They did arrive around the same time…

The first memory… I think it was the Edo era. I'm sitting in the middle of a sophisticated tea room in a blood red kimono. And then… pain and blood… and I died. I don't know if it ever happened, but all I know is that I learned more about this person as the dreams went on. That's when the insanity began.

Midorai cast a furtive glance at the glowing face of the alarm clock. It was far too early to be awake. The beginnings of a headache creeped up her skull, daring her to move or think. She was completely unaware that in the room next to her, Daisuke was busy thinking on just how she could be connected to the thief Kitsune.

Kitsune. That was one name that stuck in my head. Every life I remembered tied into that name. What did that name mean to me? I vaguely remembered hearing of Kitsune Udon… but I doubt that these memories revolve around fried tofu and udon noodles. Every memory is tied together somehow. I'm almost afraid to find out where they connect.

It's true… Kitsune arrived soon after Midorai did… but how could they be connected? Truthfully, Daisuke still couldn't figure it out. And how could Kitsune shape shift? Every time he thought about it, it only made his head hurt.

"AUGH! They can't be connected! They really can't!" Daisuke groaned, grasping at his hair.

'You might think that, but it could work,' Dark reasoned, thinking about it.

"Maybe I should just ask her! No… that wouldn't work," he muttered.

'No, it wouldn't. Now please, just SHUT UP and let me get some rest,' Dark grumbled.

Every time I find one answer it only leads me to questions. Every turn I take leads me to dead ends or detours. But Kellan… I know that he has the answers. He has another form, just like me. And that form he took last night… I remember him… in each and every memory he's there. I just want to ask him some questions, but until Wyngs stops controlling him I won't have a chance.

Midorai was sprawled out on the floor, the golden light from the window bathing her in soft light. A small breeze drifted through the open window, teasing Dark's black feather off the desk and onto her nose.

"Huh?"

Surprised at the sudden appearance of the feather, she stared at it through crossed eyes. Annoyed, she blew on the feather then quickly snatched it out of the air as it drifted back to her face. There was a connection between Dark and Daisuke… she just had to find it…

Every day, my powers increase, but I don't know if it's a good thing. What exactly is happening to me?

Even though Dark kept telling him to shut up and rest, Daisuke really couldn't sleep. So much had happened and it was beginning to give him a headache… no scratch that… it's given him a headache. He had heard so many good things about Wyngs… but what was it doing to the… person named… what did Kitsune call him? Kellan, that's right. What was Wyngs doing to him?

'Daisuke…" Dark warned. Daisuke could almost see Dark rubbing his temples.

"I got it! Tonight you're going to ask Kitsune what Wyngs is doing… and who Kellan is… and… and…" he trailed off, looking out the window.

I just want it all to end…

Midorai sat cross-legged, staring at the black feather which she had laid on the floor. A ray of moonlight rested on the long plume, making it glisten like an onyx. Bored, she just sat there, tapping a finger on her chin until it hit her.

"Brilliant!" she exclaimed, rushing over to the table and rummaging around the small drawer, finally yanking out a notepad and mechanical pencil.

As soon as the pad reached the floor, she began to swiftly scrawl across the paper. Slowly, her plan came into focus. This just might work.

Yes, there were so many times I wish it would end. It wouldn't be hard to just let it all end… after all, what am I staying around for?

Sprawled out on the chair next to the window, Daisuke stared out at the rising sun, his chin resting on his arms.

"Dark?"

There was no response, meaning that most likely, Dark had fallen asleep and was now basically dead to the world… until there was a chance to embarrass him. He sighed, looking out at the snow covered roofs and the still leisurely falling snowflakes. Finally, bored out of his mind he got up, pulling out a sketch pad and a charcoal pencil.

But I had something to live for now… I had a group of people who actually cared whether or not I lived or died. That's something I had never had before. I felt loved.

Midorai grinned, tucking the note pad away into a pile of black clothes. Yes… Dark would be going down. She knew that Daisuke and Dark were connected somehow, and she had just the way.

"DAISUKE! MIDORAI! BREAKFAST!" Emiko's voice called from the kitchen. Groaning, she pulled herself off the floor, meeting up with Daisuke at the stairs.

"Good morning, Daisuke," she nodded her head to him, smiling sweetly.

"Good morning to you too," Daisuke replied, smiling back.

They were both blissfully unaware that they were planning against each other. But then again, isn't that how it is with everything?

Yes… tonight, Dark would be fall right into my trap… Tonight.

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