PS: So- I did it! Chapter two!! So the italics in the begining...definatly a dream. Yeah. Umm...SO...here it is...x.x

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It was either crushing black or blinding white that paralyzed him, he couldn't tell. A girl was crying, intermittent with screams when a whip cracked. He could see them now, two shadows of people – or was it bright outlines? – one hunched over, the other threatening to …

That's when he noticed it. Blood, everywhere, seeping from the submissive shadow. She was the source of the screams, and the desperate cries for help, and he couldn't move. The darkness or light, whichever it was, was preventing him from helping this person.

"Forget…" a voice rang out in his head. "Forget my Dark-sama…"

"NOO!"

Dark shot up from the pillow, sending a wet towel flying across the room, colliding with the door with a frighteningly loud, wet smack. He watched the towel slide down the wall in order to adjust to the darkness of the room. It was then that he was aware of the red light behind him, blinking the time.

"Damn digital clocks." Dark muttered rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. It was 7:30…AM. Shit. That meant that Dark had been in someone's house since at least 5:30 last night, and didn't remember anything. His eyes shot around the room. There seemed to be no other clothes besides his shirt, and only a small piece of paper on top of it.

"Well, at least I only lost consciousness." Dark muttered, snatching his shirt. He glared slightly at the note, hoping to dear gods that it wasn't some random hypnotized girl, or guy for that matter.

Dark

I'm making breakfast down stairs if you want any

Peace-

MT

Dark started at the scrawl with wide eyes. It was even signed the same way as his…

"It can't be. It just can't be the same person." Dark muttered under his breath. "Can it?

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Michi glanced up from the pancakes she had been concentrating on, to see Dark walking down the stairs from her room. Satoshi had wanted Dark as far away from Daisuke as possible, so she'd slept in Satoshi's room. On the floor.

"Morning." She said softly, a smile pulling slightly at her lips. "Breakfast should be ready by the time everyone else wakes up." She watched Dark's head snap up, supposedly out of thought.

"You really don't remember a thing, do you?" She thought idly, her sadness hiding behind her smile. Dark sat down at the counter, looking at the girl. She was quite a lot more interesting close up, considering her circumstances. She was most defiantly a vampire, but his eyes locked onto the thin, wavy, black line encompassing the girl's neck. Though Michi noticed this, she decided to turn her attention back to breakfast. "There's no use in trying to make him remember. He'll figure it out on his own."

"You must've defied him a lot." Michi looked back up from the pancakes.

"Hn?" She asked, confused, even though she had expected this question. Dark caught on quicker than she had anticipated.

"That scar of yours. It looks an awful lot like the collars…he made us wear. I figured that since you have a scar you must've…"

"Showed defiance one too many times?" Michi's smile transformed into a scowel in the blink of an eye. "Yeah, well, He needed someone to defy him like that. Good for the soul." She rolled her eyes and went back to cooking. Dark blinked for a second, watching as the girl whisked more and more violently. Time to change the subject.

"So, umm…what's your name?" Dark hadn't had a normal conversation in over three years, and it obvious, even to him.

"Michi Tsukamizu."

"Oh. So, uhh….were those two yesterday are like your...erm…" Dark couldn't even think of the word. He'd banished it from his brain, along with most of the other "enduring" words…he'd used.

"My family?" Michi was leaning on the counter in front of Dark, watching as he nodded furiously. She smiled, looking up slightly as another person entered the room. "Good morning Hiwatari-kun."

The hairs on the back of Dark's neck stood straight up, sending his body into alert mode, though he ignored this reaction for now. The vampire in front of him would be dead if she didn't trust him, though Dark wasn't exactly sure why he trusted this girl. Her red-black eyes seemed to penetrate his mental barriers with ease, yet he never actually felt her probe his thoughts. Her black hair looked like it had been dipped in blood at the ends, and that scar, the scar just looked menacing. Her initials…MT…maybe she was the one who'd left him that note 3 years ago. The note spattered with tears, blood and determination to keep a promise. Then again, Dark could just be filling himself with false hope. It was too dangerous for him to stay here much longer, unless…

"Dark…?" Dark looked up at Michi for a moment, studying the worry etched into her features. It was so damn familiar, Dark felt like he'd rip his hair out. Why couldn't he remember the last 10 years? Why, goddamnit?!

"Oh leave him alone for a moment." Dark's back straightened with the addition of a new voice in the room. "He's probably only been awake fifteen minutes and you're already initiating 20Q, Tsuka-san."

Dark looked up to seen the red-headed human standing in the living room. Dark let his eyes scan over the thin teenager, fully aware of the hunter's eyes boring a hole though his skull. The red-head's eyes where a brilliant red as well, he was pretty pale on his own, and he was unbelievably cute. Dark smiled slightly. "Nah, I don't mind the questions. To be honest, I kinda started it."

Michi got a cocky smile on her face, turning her attention to the Hunter in the corner. "I tooollld ya soo, 'Toshi-kun."

"Whatever. So maybe you're more perceptive than I thought. Jeeze."

"You're just mad cause I was right."

"Again, Whatever."

Dark looked around at the three with a large smile. So this was what it was like to be in the presence of a normal "family." Not an insane one where there was a rapist at every corner. Not one where everyone lied to each other. One where everyone got along, generally, and could sit down and have a god damned conversation. It felt nice. Stable. Maybe, Dark could stay here a while. But it had only been 30 minutes, and he didn't fully know everyone. Heck, he could be compleatly off mark, but something told him he wasn't. The sadness ridden conversation he'd just had had quickly turned into a joking argument about who was smarter, the hunter or Michi. He'd have to stay here a while, to figure out if maybe…just maybe…he could fit in with this family.

If the love and memories he once had would come back.

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PS: There it is! I had to make this chapter end optimisticly. It got alittle depressing there for a moment. Oh well! See ya in CH3.