This is the first fanfiction I ever attempted to write. I had many ideas
before but none seemed worthy to be put into digital. ^ ^
A one-shot spur of the moment piece. Flames are welcomed, if that is welcomed then everything else must be. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I hold nothing of D N Angel as my own except for the things I've created based on it.
Freed
Setting: Satoshi's apartment, some time after the Black Wing incident.
Side note: youngest Niwa is Daisuke NOT Daiichi
I can still hear his menacing laughter within the deepest reaches of my mind. His voice, his thoughts, his whole being still reverberates within me. He is gone; he is not missing, he is just gone. And yet, I am still eternally tormented by his essence. My hands shake as unsettling images voluntarily surface themselves within my mind. Images of the lust he held, his cold caresses, his deranged desire to have me in his possession. They send me withering in a maddened craze as I try to rid myself of these obscenities. I lay on the cold wooden floor of my flat, bathed in moonlight, breathing irregularly as small droplets of tears find their way out of my eyes and down my cheek. Every time my eyes are laid upon the youngest of the Niwa bloodline, I experience pain in every aspect. Evidence that the daemon still lives within me. The aching I feel in my physical body, the sudden faint increase in heart rate, the need to monitor his every move. These reactions are not mine, but rather the reactions of my other self. Each time, it is harder to control and the limit is nigh. The innocence and simplicity of this child, the innocence and simplicity I never had as a child must be preserved and protected. Departure is the only way and so I will leave.
I held the sharpened blade up to the light, to the radiating light of the full moon through my window and I gaze at the cold metal I had my hand grasped firmly around. I feel a smile play on my lips as I slowly lower it to the wrist of my left arm. Hesitantly I touch it to my skin, testing it. Feeling nothing, I gently touch harder and harder till the first prick of pain registers. That is slowly over come with the crimson blood that slowly seeps out between the metal tip imbedded within my flesh. I slowly draw the knife across my wrist stopping ever few millimeters to allow the warm, viscous liquid time to lavish my naturally pale skin. I have made a gash exactly 5.3 cm in length across my wrist and I sit under the window watching the freely flowing blood of mine stream out of my body. My heart beats faster as it tries to deliver more oxygen to the various parts of my body. Little does it know that the oxygen containing liquid is exiting my body so all efforts are futile. I lie down for I feel dizzy, laboriously turning myself to face the window in hopes of catching the first rays of the new day if I am to still be alive by that time. The pool of blood grows to an ocean as more of it leaks out of me. With the little energy I had left in me, I lifted my head to my deadened left arm and licked the dripping blood wishing to taste the life of me for the last time. I gaze out the window at the twilight dawn. A soft smile tugs at my reddened lips. I have freed the world of the accursed Hikari bloodline. I have freed Daisuke of a past and future worry. I have freed myself of myself by myself.
Good? Bad? HELP?!?! XD
~...and I began to cry the crimson tears of my heart~
A one-shot spur of the moment piece. Flames are welcomed, if that is welcomed then everything else must be. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I hold nothing of D N Angel as my own except for the things I've created based on it.
Freed
Setting: Satoshi's apartment, some time after the Black Wing incident.
Side note: youngest Niwa is Daisuke NOT Daiichi
I can still hear his menacing laughter within the deepest reaches of my mind. His voice, his thoughts, his whole being still reverberates within me. He is gone; he is not missing, he is just gone. And yet, I am still eternally tormented by his essence. My hands shake as unsettling images voluntarily surface themselves within my mind. Images of the lust he held, his cold caresses, his deranged desire to have me in his possession. They send me withering in a maddened craze as I try to rid myself of these obscenities. I lay on the cold wooden floor of my flat, bathed in moonlight, breathing irregularly as small droplets of tears find their way out of my eyes and down my cheek. Every time my eyes are laid upon the youngest of the Niwa bloodline, I experience pain in every aspect. Evidence that the daemon still lives within me. The aching I feel in my physical body, the sudden faint increase in heart rate, the need to monitor his every move. These reactions are not mine, but rather the reactions of my other self. Each time, it is harder to control and the limit is nigh. The innocence and simplicity of this child, the innocence and simplicity I never had as a child must be preserved and protected. Departure is the only way and so I will leave.
I held the sharpened blade up to the light, to the radiating light of the full moon through my window and I gaze at the cold metal I had my hand grasped firmly around. I feel a smile play on my lips as I slowly lower it to the wrist of my left arm. Hesitantly I touch it to my skin, testing it. Feeling nothing, I gently touch harder and harder till the first prick of pain registers. That is slowly over come with the crimson blood that slowly seeps out between the metal tip imbedded within my flesh. I slowly draw the knife across my wrist stopping ever few millimeters to allow the warm, viscous liquid time to lavish my naturally pale skin. I have made a gash exactly 5.3 cm in length across my wrist and I sit under the window watching the freely flowing blood of mine stream out of my body. My heart beats faster as it tries to deliver more oxygen to the various parts of my body. Little does it know that the oxygen containing liquid is exiting my body so all efforts are futile. I lie down for I feel dizzy, laboriously turning myself to face the window in hopes of catching the first rays of the new day if I am to still be alive by that time. The pool of blood grows to an ocean as more of it leaks out of me. With the little energy I had left in me, I lifted my head to my deadened left arm and licked the dripping blood wishing to taste the life of me for the last time. I gaze out the window at the twilight dawn. A soft smile tugs at my reddened lips. I have freed the world of the accursed Hikari bloodline. I have freed Daisuke of a past and future worry. I have freed myself of myself by myself.
Good? Bad? HELP?!?! XD
~...and I began to cry the crimson tears of my heart~
