They're back! This is a sequel to my last story, I'm a WHAT? and hopefully this one work out just as well. It is untitled as of yet, but I'll think of something sooner or later.

Disclaimer: D.N.Angel and all its characters, etc., in no way, shape, or form belong to me; but to Yukiru Sugisaki, who I have deemed a total genius.

Non-Disclaimer: All my characters and settings belong to me. If you never saw them in D.N.Angel, they were never originally there, and therefore are mine. (This includes Suna Akimoto, the Chiisai tea shop, Daichi Niwa, Mitsukai, Takumi and Tomomi Hikari, etc. I don't feel like going through the entire list, and I bet you all are intelligent enough to know who's who anyway.)

Same writing style applies.

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...Part 1: Dark...

It had always been the same concept. The same process. Congrats, Daisuke. You've been a father for fourteen years, now, and you forgot to tell me.

"Daaaaaddddd!"

They were still living in that house?

"My body's changing!" That phrase seemed vaguely familiar... again.

And Emiko was still around to explain it all to her grandson. I shuddered – Emiko Niwa was an old woman, now. I hated to see my sort-of-family get old.

"I'm Dark!?"

No, I'm Dark – get with the program, kid.

Uhm... My name is Daichi...

"You know, you're father used to be Dark, too, once," Emiko said cheerily.

You know... this whole deal was getting kinda old. From what I could see from the reflection in the window, I'd give Daichi about a year at the very most – he was a handsome kid. I had yet to meet the mother.

"Seriously?"

Daisuke nodded. He'd grown up well, too, as far as that goes. His hair still looked like a mess, but his shoulders had filled out and he'd obviously gotten taller, although I wasn't sure if he was much taller than me – I wasn't really close enough to tell. "It's really weird, seeing him face-to-face – almost."

Daisuke knew, of course, that I wasn't fully in control yet, but I figured that time would come soon enough. Some artwork or other was just bound to go haywire now that I was back.

"Ack!"

Ah, yes – Geez, Daisuke was committed. I decided that it was my turn to talk – the kid was in my form, after all.

Hey! What the heck!?

Yep. Definitely hers. I thought I had recognized something about his eyes. "Riku – long time no see!" I felt my lips pull easily into that smirk that seemed to be somewhat of a signature for me. "Hey, Daisuke."

She only groaned. I bet she would've yelled at me, but she knew her kid was still in here somewhere. Poor Riku – I almost pitied her for hating me so much. What'd I ever do to her anyway?

"So how's Risa these days?"

This time Riku was the one smirking. "Happily married and traveling through Europe."

I blinked, the smirk wiped clean off my face – I had lost another Sacred Maiden. And speaking of Sacred Maidens... "What about Suna?"

"She's still taking care of that little tea shop of hers."

I thought about that for a while. "Is she married, too?" Suna was Krad's Sacred Maiden, and since he had a body of his own – the bastard – he wouldn't have had to disappear like I did. So were the two of them still together, or had he left her somewhere along the way? I had to admit, I might've – I mean, the girl creeped me out, but even if it were Risa – or Rika, if I had known such a thing as having my own body could have been possible – I think I would've left – just so I wouldn't have to see her get old without me...

"Yes, Dark; she's married, too." Riku rolled her eyes at me. I could almost hear her think, 'Pervert.'

That was predictable enough. They usually did find a way to move on. "To who?" I wondered.

"Suna married Krad, Dark," Daisuke told me.

Wait... What? "Are you kidding me!?"

He ignored my outburst. "Krad proposed to her shortly after you disappeared – he regretted not doing it sooner –" Daisuke laughed. "– He thought about making you best-man."

"Yeah," Riku added sourly. "And years later, he left – without a trace – right after..." I had stopped listening to them by then.

Dark? Who's this Krad guy they keep talking about? Daichi asked me.

Just someone we used to know, is all. I knew it. Krad had left. "And she still thinks she's married to him?"

"Well, she is."

"But she can't possibly think she'll ever see him again!" I protested. "She should move on with her life!"

Can I have my body back? Great timing, Daichi – seriously. I relinquished my form to a much shorter, thinner one, although this kid was slightly taller than Daisuke had been, a little broader through the shoulders, too. He probably could have passed for fifteen if I didn't know any better. He had Riku's eyes, and her straight, brownish hair – but there was definitely an undertone of red in it from Daisuke. Actually, he kind of reminded me of Daiki.

Thanks, Dark.

Yeah, whatever. Wow – was I suddenly one for first impressions.

"Dark isn't feeling so great," Daichi told them.

Thanks. I really needed my uncharacteristic mood-swing announced to the world.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine," Emiko reassured him, though I could see the worry in both her and Daisuke's eyes.