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"Little brat!" Sneered the much older boy and kicked the 7-year-old bluenette in the stomach.

Satoshi just crawled up into a ball and didn't reply. They always go away sooner or later…

"Hey you!"

There was a sound of someone running over, a couple of "Eeeks!" and a "Get outta here, ya stupid brats!"

Satoshi looked up, hoping that the kids where gone. A pair of merry green eyes greeted him.

"Idiots. I doubt they will bother you again, lemme help you up."

He took the hand cautiously and stood up, getting glance at the person who saved him. She looked like she was 17-19. Most likely the latter, guessed the little Hikari, noting the military uniform. She had short, brown hair with bangs that seemed to get in the way of her eyes.

"Where are your parents kid?'

Satoshi rolled his eyes.

"I can walk home by myself."

"You're kidding, right?" She laughed. He looked at her.

"Guess not… OK! I'll walk you home!"

It was Satoshi's was shocked.

"B-But… I just met you!"

"So? Besides, It's starting to rain and you don't have an umbrella."

"And you do?" Said the Hikari haughtily. Who was this crazy person anyway?

"Always do. I'm not allowed to get my uniform wet." She pulled out a compact umbrella from her bag and opened it.

"By the way, I'm Mia. Soon-to-be First Lieutenant Mia Kiryu. What's your name?"

"Satoshi Hikari."

And with that, they started off.

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A half hour after waking up, Satoshi was aware enough to collect his thoughts. He got out of bed and looked at the clock. He had an hour till school started. After getting ready to leave, for Satoshi needed to stop by the office. he happened to glance at the calendar. He stopped in his tracks.

'Has it really been that long?' He wondered.

'It's been almost two years… since I last saw her.' Since she died.

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Daisuke had made it to school early today. And he was glad. He wanted to ask his girlfriend if she wanted to do something on Sunday. Where, the redhead wasn't sure of yet.

"Niwa!" Hearing his name being called, the Daisuke turned and greeted the speaker as she walked in.

"Miss. Rikku. How are you today?" The two continued to chat until their teacher came in and started class.

Later that day, Daisuke and Satoshi sat on the roof, eating lunch like usual. And as usual, Daisuke tried to keep a conversation going.

"Hiwatari? Are you OK? Your spacing out more than usual."

Satoshi regarded the smaller boy for a moment, then spoke.

"Sunday is," Satoshi paused. Daisuke nodded, urging the boy to continue speaking. "Sunday is a special day."

Daisuke blinked. "Is it your birthday, Hiwatari?"
Satoshi shook his head before replying.

" No, it's a different kind of special."

"Oh."

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Around noontime Sunday, Rikku headed out to meet Daisuke at the park when she saw Satoshi walking down the other side of the street. That wasn't odd or anything, but the she had noticed that he had been acting weird lately. Well, weirder than his normal.

"Hello Miss. Rikku!"

Rikku yelped and turned around, hand over her heart.

"Dai! You scared me!"

Daisuke grinned. "Sorry, what where you looking at?"

Rikku nodded her head in Satoshi's direction.

"Isn't that Hiwatari over there?"

Daisuke peered over her shoulder, then replied,

"That's him all right. He did mention that there was something special going on today." Daisuke trailed off.

"I know!" exclaimed Rikku. "Let's follow him!"

"Huh? Why would you want to do that?"

"He's your friend, isn't he? Don't you want to know what's going on?"

Daisuke was sure that it was just that Phantom Thief Dark had been running the young police commander ragged by being so active lately, but chose not to comment on this. Rikku hated even hearing his Alter ego's name. Not that she knew who Daisuke really was. But that's another story.

"If you insist." He said with a sigh.

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A.N Hm…. I wonder what I'm going to do with Krad and Dark during this… I hope you like it and it wasn't to short. Please review, it is my first story.