• Revival
    Chapter One
    A D. N. Angel fanfiction

    20 years have passed and all is reconciled. But when someone breaks into the Niwa family library, the family calls Dark up to strike back. Of course, that in turn releases Krad. And who is this stranger and why does she hate Dark? Canon Pairings, DarkxOC


    After destruction comes reconstruction, the reformation of lifestyles previously known. While this process sounds time-consuming and foolish, it is really the only way to survive anything. Almost 14 years ago this town had become almost foreign to it’s long lost splendor. Indeed, it outshone it. A four faced clock stands proudly in Trolley Square, and the buzz is that the new Central Art Museum, possibly the hardest hit spot in the disaster some 20 years ago, was three times as grandiose as the last. It’s been 12 years since construction had stopped, since the repairs were all done, and the tools of the workers were all hung up to dry, rest, and recuperate- along with the workers themselves.

    A bell rang through the air, one that meant to all middle-schooler’s doom. It means one was late, and late was never good. As this bell rang, one group of students, three in number barely sprinted through the door. One was female, and the other two definitely males. Uniforms eliminated gender confusion in most cases. One male, and the female were identical in coloring. Dark scarlet hair, hers to the shoulder, and his so much like his fathers. Both eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown. The two were obviously twin, but the boy next to them wasn’t similar in the least. He had a pair of narrow glasses that sometimes hide his dark blue eyes that seemed black if you glanced at them too casually or too intently. His hair was a brilliant shade of blue, dark, but not as dark as his eyes. The three were in peak condition physically, save a bit of clumsiness. There was bickering, the kind siblings share when a bit annoyed at each other.

    “Geez, Ko, I can’t believe you made us late again!” The complaint seemed aimed from one twin to the other, his sister responding with a glare. It was honestly hardly her fault.

    “Hey! It’s not my fault I fell asleep. I was ready, but you guy were completely MIA! Besides, Dai. You’re the one who was keeping me up all night! It’s my 14th birthday tomorrow too you know! But the way you were talking it made it seem like I didn’t exist.”

    Her male companion seemed disinterested and in a way much like her grandmother she forced them to suddenly seem to care. Amazing what a well placed glower can do. “It’s your fault, not mine” Did they really have a choice other than to agree? When Nyoko made a decision, Nyoko made a decision. Her brother let a sigh escape, but he was in trouble enough fro what he’d said before. He wasn’t going to say anything more. So, it was Keiji who spoke next. In his normal level voice he brought up an entirely new subject. “I’m worried. The cards foretold a change today, one that would leave mass trouble in it’s wake.”

    The first reaction was Nyoko’s quick spring away from him. Her stare held undertones of shock, envy, and annoyance. “No way! All that fuss this morning and you still had time to read your cards??” Even her brother seemed surprised. But, then again, Dai knew how devoted Kei was to his daily reading. It was a habit he’d stolen from his mother. There was a sage like nod, but the classroom was fast approaching. Any thought of fortune telling was far from their minds as they slipped in. Oh, the teacher was absent, a heaven-sent mercy.

    For a few moments, there was menial chatting among friends. Then the door squeaked open with an ominous crack (okay, not really. It came open quite easily) and the students scattered. It was their teacher with a student in tow. The student was girl. She was unique in appearance only by the silver streaked ebony of her hair-streaks that ran down each side of her head and were tucked behind her ears. Otherwise, her eyes were just a little bit out of the ordinary. After all, blue was not a weird color, correct? The little flashes of violet that lined the pupil were perhaps bordering on that. Yet, as her eyes were more than half closed, it was hardly easy to tell her abnormality. Did she look at home in the school uniform? Not at all. She seemed rather uncomfortable, but somehow resigned to her fate. There was a whistle from the back of the room, and everyone in the class knew it’s originator. It even drew a response from the girl at the front of the room- a glare, but still a response.

    A couple quick raps on a desk drew their attention in from the girl to the teacher. “This is Tamae Kuroyoshi. She isn’t new to town, in fact, she’s been here her whole life. But recently her paperwork came through and she has been told to move up a class. Please, treat her nicely. Ms. Kuroyoshi, you may take a seat here in the front.

    There was one thought rippling through the class as the girl moved silently, padding lightly. Okay, so maybe there was more than one thought. But the prevalent thought was: ‘How smart is she, and why won’t she talk?’ Except, there were three thoughts that would have rang different than the rest. This was drawn by the one accessory she wore, a pair of earrings. Mismatched it appeared. One side was white, and the other side was black. What was colored this way? The objects dangling from tiny silver studs, of course. Each was about three inches long, leaving them almost touching her shoulder but not quite- The objects? They were feathers. While these three had never seen the feathers, they were spoken of often. Was it significant? Probably not, but the three in question, with the last names of Niwa and Hikari, couldn’t help but be a tiny bit alarmed. As far as they knew, the two should never be together, except as a sign of war. But of course they were overreacting. All feathers of their Curses had dissolved into the air when that final sealing had happened, right ?So it couldn’t be them….just crafty look-alikes…had to be! So why did they seem to glitter so carefully in the sun, and why did they demand the attention they were demanding from those three. Why wasn’t it affecting anyone else? As the lesson began, the distraction came and the odd accessories of the new classmate faded into the background….