Yay! I finally wrote a DNAngel story! Just to tell you, when it comes around, the DarkxOC is going to be one sided, so don't worry your pretty little heads you fangirls.

"Speaking"

Voices in Daisuke's/Dark's head

Thoughts

A girl stood on the sidewalk, staring up at the blue sky above her. She tucked a strand of her brown and purple hair behind her ear as a light breeze blew.

"I hope he's been doing all right so far..." She said gently before walking away.

MEANWHILE!

Daisuke sat in his room painting a picture of a girl. Her back was turned, but part of her face was visible in a mirror she was gazing into as she brushed her long, brown hair. He had originally meant it to be a picture of Risa, but it turned out to be a different girl entirely.

Hey, who's that? Dark asked when he woke up and saw Daisuke's painting.

It was supposed to be Risa, but it's not anymore. I guess it's no one. Daisuke replied as he added another highlight to her hair. Dark looked at it and smiled.

It's never no one Daisuke. Every time an artist creates something, it does exist, no matter how fantastical it seems. Whether in real life, or just in its creator's mind-

You can sound really philosophical when you want to, you know that? Daisuke interrupted, putting another highlight on her hand.

Well, I've been an art thief for longer than anyone you know has been alive, so I think I know a thing or two about the contents of paintings.

That had nothing to do with what I said. Daisuke countered. He heard Dark curse under his breath as he put a last touch on his painting. "There." He said.

"Daisuke! Come downstairs for a minute please!" Rang Emiko's voice. Daisuke put down his brush and palette.

"Okay, coming!" He answered as he dashed down the stairs. I wonder what mom could want.

She's probably just going to tell us that we have to steal something tonight. Dark assumed. Daisuke mostly ignored him and continued down the stairs. When he got there, He found his mom and grandpa in front of the TV

"...And following a breaking news story, the Phantom Thief Dark has just left a note announcing that he was going to steal the painting "Symbol" currently on display at the Museum of Art..." Said a man on the news.

See, what did I tell you? Dark said smartly. Emiko noticed her son's arrival and turned to face him.

"I hope you didn't have anything planned." She said in a cheery voice. Daisuke sighed.

"I know better by mom." He said. "So why this painting? What kind of powers does it have?"

"Oh, it's nothing super duper important. But there is a possibility that its magic could be dangerous if the painting were ever damaged in anyway." She answered with a smile.

That's not important? Daisuke thought while sweatdropping. He turned his attention back to the TV It had now changed from the news room to outside the museum, and Takeshi's dad was on the screen, being interviewed.

"There's no need to worry. We have it under control, there's no way that Dark's going to get that painting tonight." Said Inspector Saehara. "We're already in position; all we have to do is wait until 6:30..." At that Daisuke stopped listening and looked at the clock.

"Two hours huh? I hope he doesn't mind waiting..." He said. No sooner had the words escaped his mouth than the doorbell rang. "I'll get that I guess..." He said, noticing the blank expressions of his mother and grandfather as they watched the TV

He walked over to the door and opened it.

"Hello?" He answered. There in his doorway stood a girl. She looked about his age with short brown hair, purple streaks running through it. When she looked him in the eyes, He couldn't help but think that she looked familiar.

"Is this the Niwa residence?" She asked.

"Yes it is. Who are you?" Daisuke replied. The girl's eyes widened.

"Are you Daisuke?" She queried, excitement brightening her face. The red head nodded. "Oh Daisuke! You've grown so much!" She squealed happily, glomping him. Daisuke blushed as he toppled to the ground, her landing on top of him, hugging tightly.

"Dai? Who is it?" Emiko asked as she and Daiki entered the room to see the girl clinging to the blushing boy on the floor. Said girl looked up at the voice.

"Emiko!" She squealed again jumping up to hug the woman as well.

"M-mom! Who is that?" Daisuke asked as he got up still blushing.

"Hm, oh this is-" Emiko started.

"Haruko." Daiki finished. The other three turned to him. "She's come to help you Daisuke."

"Help me? With what?" Daisuke asked.

"With Dark, of course!" Haruko exclaimed. "He is still there right?" She asked, running back over to Daisuke and poking his head.

"Hey, how do you know about Dark!" He asked, surprised.

"Because I've been his partner in crime for nearly 100 years now!" She announced proudly. Daisuke blinked.

"100 years! But you're only as old as me!" He shouted, now deeply confused.

"Well, you see Dai, Haruko's not exactly human." Emiko told her son. He looked at her.

"Not human?" He looked back at Haruko. She looked perfectly normal. But then again, so did Dark, and he certainly wasn't human.

"Nope! I'm pretty much immortal." She said with a smile. However, Daisuke noticed something about her smile that seemed a little sad.

"Well then, exactly how old are you?" He asked.

"You should never ask a girl her age!" Haruko burst out, looking annoyed as she wagged a finger at him. "But if you must know, I'm about... 400, give or take a century." Daisuke sweatdropped.

"I see..." He said.

"But Haruko! You've come at the perfect time! Dark has a mission tonight. You can help Daisuke." Emiko piped up happily.

"Really? Tonight? Awesome! When?" Haruko asked excitedly.

"6:30." Daiki answered for his daughter. Haruko looked that clock.

"Cool! Two hours to unpack." She walked back to the doorway and grabbed her one suitcase and a school bag and made her way upstairs to the guest bedroom. Daisuke waited until she had disappeared from sight before turning to his mother and grandfather.

"Wha-?" He started, but Emiko cut him off.

"She was one of the first to love Dark." She said in a dreamy tone.

"The... first? But..."

"Like your mother said Daisuke, Haruko isn't human." Daiki started to explain. "When she met Dark, she followed him everywhere, even on missions. Eventually, he noticed and told her that she needed to stop for her own safety. When she told him about her immortality, he was skeptical at first, but to prove her point, she took a knife that she had with her and stabbed herself in the heart."

She scared the crap out of me that. Dark said within Daisuke's head.

"After a few minutes, she was completely healed, as if nothing had happened. Even the stains on her clothes were gone. And ever since he's let her tag along with him on every theft since then." Daiki finished.

It's true. Dark confirmed. Daisuke blinked. So this Haruko was the real deal.

"Well, what's she do between generations?" He queried.

"Whatever she feels like. I believe this last time she went to America." Emiko answered. "After I was born, she went to Europe I believe..."

"And that's another thing. What about when you were born mom? Dark wasn't around, so what did she do then?" Daisuke asked. His mother frowned for a fraction of a second before smiling.

"Oh, she still came back when I was fourteen. She stays until the next generation is born then leaves before she comes back when the child is fourteen." She answered. "Oh, I was so honored when she came to me even though she knew I was a girl. I mean, she could've just waited until I had you, but she actually came when I was of age! We became like sisters, it was so fun!" And off she went on a ramble.

"You'd better get ready Daisuke." Daiki said to his grandson. Daisuke looked up at him.

"Get ready? But I still have an hour and a half left." The boy pointed out.

"That may be true, but you should go get to know Haruko a little better. After all, she's going to be your partner for a while and your friend for even longer. You might as well start acting friendly." He smiled and tapped Daisuke's head. The boy smiled back.

"Sure Grandpa." He said as he took off up the stairs. Daiki watched the boy and sighed.

"Good luck. You'll need it to keep up with her." He muttered with a slightly sadistic smile.

MOMENTS LATER!

"Haruko?" Daisuke peeked through the door to see the girl hanging up some clothes in her closet. She cast a glance at him over her shoulder and smiled before turning back to her clothes.

"My room's changed. I used to have clothes in this closet, the ones I didn't have enough room to take with me. There's cobwebs all over the place too. And it smells a little musty. The carpeting's different too." She said as she hung up the last shirt. She then walked over to her bed and flopped down on it. She looked at Daisuke and beckoned him over. He obeyed and sat down next to her.

"Yeah, I've always wondered why we kept this room a guest room. I don't think anyone's ever slept here since you left. Not that I can remember when you left, but still." Daisuke said.

"Hm. Hey, did Dark tell you my story yet?" She asked, sounding livelier.

"Actually, grandpa did." Daisuke answered. "Did you really stab yourself in the heart to prove that you're immortal?"

"Yup!" She answered proudly.

"Why?"

"Because I loved Dark. I didn't want to be separated from him." She moved her gaze from Daisuke to her feet dangling off of the bed.

"Do you still love him?" He asked cautiously. She looked back up at him, a soft smile on her lips.

"I suppose a part of me still does. He's the only other one I've ever met who won't die from age alone. I'm not in love with him anymore though, if that's what you mean. No, that faded a long time ago when I found out how big of a jerk he was." She answered, putting emphasis on the word "jerk".

Hey! Dark scoffed, insulted. Daisuke chuckled at his reaction. Haruko smiled as she got up and stood in front of a mirror. She picked up a brush and started brushing her hair. Daisuke saw this and his eyes got wide.

She's the girl I painted! Daisuke thought. It was true. It was the same exact girl, the only difference was the purple streaks in her hair, the length of her hair, and her clothes.

See? What did I tell you Daisuke? Dark said for the second time that day. Haruko noticed Daisuke's expression in the mirror.

"Something wrong?" She asked. Daisuke blinked and shook his head.

"No, no. Nothing's wrong. Don't worry about it." He said, smiling. Haruko smiled back and continued brushing her hair.

Because I told Creyhie I'd do it.