Mine
By: Hitokiri Musei
Summary: A closer look at Satoshi's thoughts on Krad. Hinted SatoKrad.
This is my interpretation of Satoshi's thoughts about Krad. It's always been a point of interest for me, so I thought I would dig around in Satoshi's mind for a while! Please review for me!
Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy. I ask myself that often. You see, there's this voice in my mind. Another one that's not my own, another soul.
Krad. The White Demon. White Wings.
He often tried to take control from me, but I usually manage to hold him back. But when he does gain that upper hand…
Most of the time I'm shoved into some corner of my own mind from where I have to watch what happens. Like when he is fighting that thief, Dark. I can watch at times like that.
But other times, I am thrust into some dark hold, and all is shut out. I imagine it's somewhat like being unconscious, that endless darkness. But I honestly haven't a clue. It's times like that when I am afraid. I don't know what is going on, and I can do nothing to regain control from Krad. I'll wake up, hours later, dazed and confused most of the time, not knowing where I am or how I got there.
I've tried many times to rid myself of him, to ignore him. It never works. I guess I just have to live with him, for he is the curse of my family.
Sometimes I'm a little envious of Niwa, loathe I am to admit it. I know that his relationship with Dark is one of friendship, for I have never known the two to fight for control of the body they share. Niwa defends Dark often, in fact, I can't recall any time that he's ever talked poorly of the thief. I also know that Dark thinks of Daisuke's safety, for he rarely uses magic, and I can see in his eyes that he cares for the boy, no matter how much he may deny it, because I know he does.
I wish sometimes that I wasn't a Hikari, or that Krad would disappear. That demon is always haunting me, he appears often somewhere in the back of my thoughts, whispering to me.
Krad tells me that I am his, that I belong to no one but him. He will touch me, and I want to shudder, I really do. But I never can. Some part of me just won't.
That's what sickens me. No matter how much I tell myself that I hate Krad, when he tells me that I am his, I feel… welcomed. At peace. Happy, even.
"You are mine Master Satoshi, and no one else's."
I know. And… I don't mind.