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Dark Light	By : jaybabe Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 9280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary: Daisuke Niwa is your average 8th grader with a love of the fine arts and a passion for the unknown. One day his grandfather tells him a story about an ancient sorcerer turned phantom thief who seeks to regain his throne through the Niwa family. Daisuke goes to school the next day only to find out that he has a new teacher named Krad Hikari. Dai's boyfriend Satoshi tries to protect Dai from Krad, but why? and why is Dai's new teacher putting the moves on him? (Dark will come in later)
Disclaimer: I only wish I had enough skill and grace to come up with a show that contained so many bishonen in it. Yukiru Sugisaki you lucky bastard you. I don't own anything but the jumbled up thoughts in my head *sob*.
Pairings: Dai/Sato and Krad/Dai

Warnings: Off the top of my head there will be some...lemon, yaoi, shonen-ai, anal (obveously), minor (ped), WD, and if I make through to the end of the story m-preg.

Chapter 1

Daisuke's P.O.V.:
"I didn't think that today would be any different than any other day, I mean I practically did the same thing every day except for the occasional date with Satoshi (my boyfriend). Little did I know that today would be the last normal day I would ever have. Who am I? I'm daisuke Niwa and this is a story of how something like this could only happen to me."
"I guess I should start at day one, I was helping my grandfather organize the basement. He collected rare works of art that ranged from hundreds of thousands to priceless. We may not be the Vanderbilts, but I will never have to worry about college. He was telling me the history of some of his most favorite artifacts when I saw it. It was a painting of the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, he looked about 20 years old with violet/black hair that was cut short, but had long bangs that framed his face and drew attention to his eyes. Those beautiful deep violet eyes that reminded me of moonless nights, yet had a cat-like design to them, drew me into trance, I could do nothing but ponder how someone with such beauty have such strange eyes. There were other things that gained my attention in the portrait as well, such as the long sleeved shirt and leather pants he wore that had straps and buckles to accent certain areas. But what got my attention the most were those eyes, the longer I stared into them the more I felt like I knew this man. My grandfather probably noticed my interest in the painting because he broke off from what ever story he was rambling about and came over towards me. "The great Dark Mousy was a very powerful sorcerer and a skilled thief."
"Ahhh! Grandpa! Warn me when you're gonna sneak up on me like that!", I yelled to him. "Sorry Daisuke, I could see that you're interested in this particular piece of art. Would you like to hear it's story?". "Do I really have a choice?" I silently prayed to all the Gods and Goddesses in the heavens that I did, but unfortunately someone wants to see me suffer."No you don't. Now sit down and Listen.". I sit on an old brown chest and try to get comfortable. (1)"Long ago when the evil forces that rushed through and controlled the darkness ruled the world there lived a great and powerful sorcerer named Dark Mousy. Legend has it he was the most powerful man alive in his time, with most of his strength coming from the great magic he held he could destroy armies with a wave of his hand, topple kingdoms and overthrow dynasties in a single night if he willed it so. He was also a lover of the arts, more specifically the dark arts, and remember Daisuke the light will always attract the darkness.". "Wow grandpa, thanks for the advice.", I scoffed. I didn't think that the story could get any worse, but it did, I have the attention span of a 5 year old when it comes to gramps telling me one of his stories and he just deemed it necessary to throw a little romance into the mix.
"Yes, Dark mousy was in love with a young artist and the first of the Niwa clan. Most say that his art work held great protective and healing powers. I guess that is what helped to draw Dark to him, you see as powerful as Dark was it came at a price. The more power he gained the weaker his body became. Dark would soon die and used the works of our ancestor to help ease his pain.". "Wow, did he at least get to accomplish all he wanted to do in life?", I wondered out loud, not that I was interested or anything. I mean back in the 1800's you were considered old if you made it to 50, so technically speaking Dark had already lived half of his life."Now where was I? Oh, right. Dark intended to use his powers and the powers of our ancestor to give himself eternal life. He would reincarnate himself through our ancestor, but to complete the spell he had to have the sacred objects that represented our ancestor's heart, mind, body and soul. Now we still own property rights because those works of art belong to our family, but for protective purposes the art works have been scattered throughout the globe. The only one we have here is this painting that represents his soul.","But grandpa isn't this a portrait of Dark? How can it represent our ancestor's soul?", to tell the truth I was starting to become very confused.
"Soul mates, Daisuke! Soul mates! In this picture Dark represents the other half of his soul, the darker half. Notice the black wings that frame his body (Dai's note: I swear those things weren't there when I first saw this painting), they hold the secrets to his power. Pay attention, you must memorize the other works of art; The mystery of light: is a panku box designed by our ancestor, some say that if you solve it you gain the ultimate power of the universe, this represents mind. For heart he created 2 necklaces known as the Le Ceour (pronounced le core) necklaces 1 is made of white gold (light) the other is made of regular gold (darkness). I have forgotten what design they were in but it is said to be breath taking. Last but not least is body; this is in the shape of a single black feather that comes from Dark. Remember I told you that Dark's source of power is located in his black wings, the power in this one feather alone is enough to conquer the known world."For once I found one of grandpa's old stories to be interesting, but some things weren't adding up. I mean how was Dark a master thief ? As if to answer my thoughts entirely, grandpa says... "This isn't the first time these works have been scattered Daisuke. Back when they were still young (the works of art) Dark had stolen them to complete his ritual. He was very close to his goal but was stopped by another young sorcerer named Hiwitari who was also in love with our ancestor, (A/N: I'm surprised that their family has made it this far in history given their natural attraction to the same sex. Maybe somewhere along the lines they adopted just to keep the family name going) and was determined to keep Dark from using him to complete his plan."
There are three types of deaths that I consider to be truly sad:
1. Dying at a young age
2. Dying while you're still a virgin
3. Dying from boredom of listening to the rants of those older than you
Somewhere along the lines of gramps going into detail of the romantic rivalry I became so bored that I think I stopped breathing. "Sorry grandpa I gotta go to school tomorrow so I have to head to bed now.", I yell back to him as I break for the door. "Don't forget Daisuke, we still have to finish sorting out this basement." "I won't forget grandpa it's not like you're gonna let me."
Notes from the Author: Yaay! my first fanfic I finally got one posted!! I presented Daisuke as one of those kids who have to listen to the rants and raves of the elderly, don't you just hate it when that happens.
More Notes from the Author: Please be gentle all those who review, this is my first fanfic and only the first chapter (yes the madness will continue). So if you do review please keep in mind that names do hurt me, I can understand a little constructive criticism, but no flames please. If I am flamed I will burn you right back, in fact I will incinerate you so be nice. Julie If you read this story (again) I just want to say that I'm sorry that it took so long for me to post it, but at least I got it here. Oh and if the tags appear when I post this please keep in mind that I am new at this and try to forgive the sloppiness. Thank you and Please review.
(1) the first half of this sentence I remembered from the animated series.
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