The city was sound asleep, no one to care of what could possibly happen at night, and no one to watch the brutal acts performed an unwilling victims. Not a care in the world and no one to see a character, disappearing almost like a shadow of one's worst nightmare. The sky at night was dark and yet the moon appeared to be red, the throes of the natural balance caught in-between a lunar eclipse, where anything could happen. Hardly anyone paid a care to it however and that was something that was almost heartbreaking, no one to pay attention to the tear that would fall down an angled face, perfectly angled, looking like that of perfection in visible pale beauty. A hand to pay close attention to ivory, the flesh that held a curse that wasn't to be spoken of by such visible mortal mouths, forming the words in pathetic slang. A sweep of hair caught against the wind, the colour not seen in the darkness that was great, capable of even taking away the tone of a light colour. However, it looked long but the mind could play tricks easily. Perhaps it was also playing tricks when one would see visible beauty crying, the tears of life leaking away to reveal what was beneath within time. What was beneath though was something that was considered to be inhuman by most, and yet human by others. Confusion was felt greatly, guessing that what was beneath could be perhaps more human than what was on the outside? At least that was the message that was given in such confusing terms. One finger to slip below the waistline into a pocket that held what was to be precious at this moment, a necklace shaped in the form of a rather detailed heart, not like what was being sold on the street of what could be described as a hell to the city, although the souvenirs were a part of the best craftsmanship that could be offered to the tourists that flocked around the city, perhaps almost compared to that of sheep. Almost...as it was considered to rude to refer to tourists being sheep, at least that was what had been told to him?
The sound of heavy metal music in the distance, the vocals rather distinct, telling one that it was a very popular band amongst those that appreciated that sort of music. A turn to those who dared speak of him as he passed, sending shivers down each spine that was to be seen. He was born different compared to any of these people and in one way, Dark Mousy was happy about that but in another, it made him feel like the odd one out. At least he had been told by his guardian Daiki Niwa, an old man who appeared to only hold secrets from those that were considered as "strangers", that he, Dark Mousy had been abandoned and sometimes he wondered why. Perhaps that was the reason for the tears? The one who was always left on his own in college for that reason, it wasn't really a good reason for everyone else to use though. Dark locks appeared to be of the darkest purple possible for the tone of hair it was almost hard for some who looked at it to question as to whether it was actually a natural colour or just dye. Some would shrug it off to dye whilst others would simply think that they did not understand the possibility of such a colour being natural, adding it up to the confusion that would surely be there within their minds. There was no notice of the group of three males that were passed, two watching him curiously, one a blunette and the other with a bright shade of red for hair. The one that wasn't paying much attention had bright, almost platinum blonde hair. He was nudged by the redhead who swiftly pointed at the purple haired male that was Dark Mousy who was paying attention to nothing, not even the strange feeling that seemed to sweep up over him as he walked, slowly and surely to nowhere in particular.
The blonde had noticed the purple haired boy, he just didn't pay that much attention to show that in a way that surely he had no secret and couldn't sense out a possible secret that the purple haired boy held away from the world. There was annoyance to be shown to his friend to the boy who had nudged him and pointed at the purple haired boy, as if the other was to be a spectacle that all of them had to look at, though from what he, Krad Hikari had seen, the boy was most certainly pretty. The blunette beside him, Satoshi Hiwatari as his name was took a look at the watch around his slender arm before sighing. Surely that was a sign for them all to be making their way back to their own humble abodes as it were. It was a posh way to say home but Krad didn't care. He was his own person, not a care to show to those who considered themselves to be popular or even adored by so many who were just clones. As they walked though, Daisuke talking to Satoshi as Krad wasn't paying attention to them, instead looking at his own hand. Did the other boy have the same secret as he? Krad was curious. It was an unavoidable feeling of what was mortal in the mind, and yet he was so sure that he was completely far from it, just hiding out in the form of one. And yet he had seen this boy somewhere surely, perhaps in his English Literature class, towards the back...yeah that was it. Krad appeared to far lost in thought until he nearly walked into a lamp post, causing Daisuke to chuckle and Satoshi to merely sigh at an odd display of stupidity from Krad. Krad merely hissed back at them and judging by the smirks that appeared on their faces, he was quite sure that they knew what was on his mind but said nothing in fear of being rejected by the eighteen year old that was quite cold and harsh whenever he wanted to be. No matter how much Krad fought against it though, his thoughts remained on the pretty purple haired boy.
Dark sighed as he entered the house, placing the bag he had taken with him down onto the sofa before heading up to his bedroom, noticing that the house itself was temporarily deserted and that there was a note left for him on the table. It appeared that Towa the house maid had fixed up a meal for Daiki, Dark and herself as she always did with no questions asked about the behaviour. Both Dark and Daiki had nothing against that though, seeing as she had to eat as well and it was only fair for her to prepare something using their own food. The note had said that there was food waiting for him in the oven and that Daiki had gone to visit a friend for a couple of days. It seemed that Dark was going to have the house almost to himself now for a few days and yet there was nothing for one such as himself to really do, unless it involved annoying the hell out of anyone who now chose to cross his path. Removing the long black cloak that he wore only on cold nights such as this, he removed his sleeveless shirt as well before grabbing a drink and completing the rest of the journey to his bedroom, which was perhaps a little too spacious for such a house which only had two floors. Not taking notice of the pendant that hung out of his trouser pocket, glowing slightly, he fell onto the bed, surely to be overcome by sleep.
The day after was to be Monday, and the only lesson on that day was English Literature. Yet there was to be no point in going when it came to work as all that they really did was read but it was best to make a good impression to the teacher. It also shook off another awkward talk on the amount of absences that were going to soon be counted up for the Christmas report. A brief flicker of gold became apparent from under the sheets, the hair completely all over the place due to the comfort of the bed that Krad Hikari slept in at night. What hadn't seemingly caught his attention though was the white feathers that were spread out in all directions on the bed and the floor, the blonde male completely oblivious to the mess as he headed into the bathroom, proceeding with the daily morning ritual of cleaning himself up and brushing his hair up into the ponytail that it was always worn in when it came to going to college. Not once had the blonde worn his hair down in college due to those who did attempt to take notice of his particularly almost feminine features. Yet from the brief glance of the face that belonged to the purple haired boy, Krad knew he wasn't the only one with that particular problem. Walking back into the unusual tidy room that was his bedroom, he quickly removed the pyjama bottoms that he had put back on after coming out of the bathroom due to sheer habit, and replaced them with a pair of white boxers and black trousers, rummaging around into one of the draws and soon producing a suitable garment that could be considered as a T-shirt. Though spring season was beginning to kick in, it was already warm outside, the light of the sun like summer and yet the heat was not as intense. The weather could be strange like that. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, yet the lesson started at 2:45pm approximately. With nothing to do, he picked up one of the many books from the bookcase and headed downstairs.
The only thing that could be seen underneath the sheets was the wondrous hair with the beautiful colour purple. A dark feather seemed to land itself on his nose, causing him to sneeze from the sudden irritation and the unusual irises to open, the colour being that of violet, almost matching the purple of his hair. With a groan, he awoke, realising that he had fallen asleep in the black trousers that he was wearing last night. Sighing slightly, Dark pushed himself off of the bed and stumbled somewhat downstairs, rubbing his eyes a little. Walking into the kitchen, he ignored the food that was still left in the oven and headed over to the cupboard where the cereal was kept; pouring a certain amount of the cereal he had chosen before pouring on a decent amount of milk. Sitting down at the table to eat, he took no interest in the television set, instead thinking over the mess that was in his room and that strange feeling that he tried to ignore when passing that group. Something had told him that there was a secret that the one of them was hiding, though he didn't actually know who it was coming from. And why he was feeling that. When finishing, he placed the bowl in the sink, ready for Towa to clean up before heading upstairs and turning on the stereo in his room.
"
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters..." He seemed to sing along with the lyrics, thinking that his own voice was unsuitable for such a song that was Nothing Else Matters by the heavy metal band Metallica. There was no care to be shown though as he quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom before putting on suitable underwear and the clothes that weren't exactly dirty. That was the only thing, the only flaw to the neatness of his room. He could never keep clothes to wear for more than two days.
"Just a phase..." He reassured himself before putting on the long dark purple shirt he had picked up along with a suitable pair of jeans, buttoning up the shirt and leaving it to hang out in a casual fashion. Using a comb to remove the tangles of where it was possible to do so due to the natural style that his hair always chose, especially after washing it, he put the comb back down when it looked somewhat suitable, flopping back down onto his bed while waiting for 2:30pm to come along where he would head off up to college, walking instead of most who caught the bus.
When 2:45pm did finally arrive, most of the class filed in, finding their seats that some always chose to sit in and took out the necessary books that they were studying. As this was an A Level class, they were studying the play Doctor Faustus and the novel The Wasp Factory. Krad sat not that far from the desk that belonged to the purple haired boy, the feeling becoming strong as the male took his seat, reaching into his bag and pulling out copies of the books that Krad had placed neatly on the edges of his own desk. It may be nothing. He may just be a normal human. I may just be getting my hopes up, Krad thought, burying his head onto his desk as the class waited for the teacher to arrive. It seemed to be a while before a somewhat young looking teacher entered the class, telling them to open up their books, The Wasp Factory and turn to page 102.
It was safe to say that Dark Mousy wasn't paying that much attention to the class, turning his attention to a certain blonde who was absorbed into the book, not really doing the work that was set out for them either. It wasn't long before Dark was caught out by the blonde, causing him to turn away quickly and blush. There was that feeling again that grew stronger when in the somewhat presence of the blonde but he continued to ignore it for now.
"Now class...open up your books, Doctor Faustus and turn to page-"Dark zoned out slightly then, mentally kicking himself for what had just happened. He did not notice the blonde chuckle quietly.
"Dark Mousy...you're going to be Mephistopheles." What? Since when did the teacher decide to pick on him? He noticed the grin of the teacher and then heard the rest of the names being called out and their parts to play in the scene. "Takeshi Saehara...stage directions, Krad Hikari...Doctor Faustus..."
That had been the worst English lesson that could have been added to the mental list of worse lessons that belonged to Dark Mousy. Sitting under the tree in the courtyard of the college, he had decided to wait around for a little bit for the crowd to go home. What he didn't notice was the blonde who was sitting at the other side of the tree, drawing in what looked like a sketchpad possibly from the distance. The picture appeared to be of a being with wings, something that Krad noticed he had been drawing for quite a few days now. Only when sketching in the necessary details of the face did he notice that the figure was taking on the image of that of the purple haired male who he was sure was called "Dark Mousy"? When he dropped the pad however, he cursed slightly, not noticing that feeling of certain recognition of another like him nor the long legs that lay stretched out on the ground beneath before surely the purple haired male remained stock still, noticing that pale hand that belonged to the blonde who he was staring at in his English class. A small barely audible gulp could be heard before surely violet met golden.
A/N: I am starting a new KradxDark story with a new setting in mind. Instead of School...how about College? The College will be actually based on what I know of education here in the United Kingdom as I am an A Level student myself. So apologies for some confusing terms. I may update this if people like it and I do admit, I was mostly listening to Metallica's self titled album throughout this, hence the lyrics to Nothing Else Matters that is sung by Dark in this. DN Angel doesn't belong to me as you all know, it belongs to Yukiru Sugisaki and Nothing Else Matters is obviously owned by Metallica. Also the books mentioned are books that I have studied.