I will say this only once. I do not own ANYTHING. One-X does not belong to me and DNAngel does not belong to me – so don't sue me! And this is not quite a songfic, ff-dot-net, so don't go deleting it please. nn;;

Each chapter has been inspired by the songs of Three Days Grace's newest album, One-X, and each chapter's order in the story will correspond to its song's order on the album. These chapters may be shorter than the long chapters I usually write, because short chapters mean faster updates. I plan to get this thing out of my system quickly before I lose interest, so sorry 'bout the shortness. n.n;;

Chapter: 1/12
Pairing: Dark/Satoshi
Characters: Krad, Dark, Satoshi; slight Daisuke

Complete One-X Playlist: youtube(dot)com/view(underscore)play(underscore)list?p(equal sign)55DF31E4069401F1

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Because of you my mind is always racing
The needle's breaking your skin
The scar is sinking in
And now your trip begins but
It's all over for…
You

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it's.all.O.V.E.R

Daisuke, where are you? Krad…he's getting out of control. Dark winced as one of Krad's magical feathers ripped straight through the tough sleeve of his leather jacket. He had just gotten his own body a few hours ago, and already, Krad was hell-bent on destroying it.

I'm trying to get to you as fast as I can, but you have With and I don't even know where you are!

Well you're not trying fast enough, Dark grunted through their quickly fading mental connection. I'm at the –

It was the worst possible moment for their only means of communication to snap and diminish…but it did anyway.

With a roar, Dark hurled his own attack at the merciless blonde, dodging a blast of golden energy. "Hey freak!" he called out. "Quit trying to kill me!"

"Never, you pointless excuse for a Hikari art!" Krad bellowed back, his eyes wide and his pupils constricted in that insane way of his. "Once I have carried out your death, your powers will be transferred to me and I alone will become Kokuyoku! This is your own fault." Another feather was thrown at Dark's feet, exploding immediately on impact. "If those stupid Niwas of yours hadn't separated us from our hosts, you would have been spared such a painful death."

"Don't insult the Niwas," Dark ordered, dancing out of the way of an entire hoard of long, needle-sharp feathers. "They're my family."

"To become so attached to humans, my stupid other – you truly are a fool!" Krad shouted, his fingers daintily grasping a glowing white feather. "It will be a pleasure to destroy you." He flung the feather right into Dark's face.

"Not fast enough, blondie!" Dark cackled cheerfully, creating a magical field in front of him that neutralized the other's attack. Just like when they had been anchored to their hosts, Krad was all bark and no bite. He could never destroy Dark Mousy!

As soon as that thought crossed Dark's mind, a whirring sound filled his ears. With a startled gasp, he turned around.

"ARRRRGGHHHH!"

The thief's scream pierced the air as he fell onto his rear. His eyes clouded with a glassy haze and he moaned lowly, slowly letting his entire upper body drop to the floor like a limp rag. "Krad… You bastard." He let out a hacking cough and blood spurted from his mouth, splattering all over his heaving chest

Krad merely chuckled. His while boots clacked against the linoleum floor as he stepped confidently toward Dark's fallen form. "So, Dark." He leered sadistically down at the twitching angel, kicking him in the side and extracting a weary groan from him. "Where's your witty banter now?"

Torrents of blood seeped from Dark's chest, where the sneaky hoard of long, needle-sharp feathers he had dodged earlier had all embedded themselves. The red, sticky liquid stained and soaked his leather-clad abdomen, dripping to the floor and pooling together to form one ominous scarlet puddle.

"Where are your tricks, your smirks, your victories?" Krad's eyes widened with glee and his already constricted pupils grew even smaller. "I'll tell you where, Dark Mousy: they're all rotting in hell! But don't worry." He lowered himself down to the ground, propping himself up on one white-clad knee. Another glowing white feather, larger this time, materialized between his fingers, and he trailed it down Dark's cheek. "Soon you will join them!"

The blonde angel raised his arms, firmly intent on plunging the magical feather straight into his counterpart's heart, when a shout echoed throughout the room.

"STOP!"

Krad whirled around in surprise. "You!"

Dark's bleary eyes wearily turned within their sockets to face their visitor, widening a fraction of an inch in surprise as he did so. "You…"

Satoshi stood leaning against the doorway, his face pale and sunken and his body frail and sick looking. However, in contrast to his half-dead appearance were his eyes. They lacked the usual glass covering of his unneeded glasses, thus revealing every emotion within their depths: hate, anger, confidence, defiance, and a spark of something else.

Victory.

The usually detached blunette smirked down at his ex-angel, crossing his arms in a seemingly nonchalant manner. "Me," he returned.

"Satoshi, leave this place at once," Krad ordered. "You might get yourself hurt."

Satoshi scoffed. "Don't pretend to be concerned about me. You and I both know you're only worried that I might somehow stop your evil plan."

Krad's feline eyes flashed. "Just leave."

Satoshi uncrossed his arms and walked away from the doorway, slowly stepping toward the two angels. "Krad, all my life you've controlled me. You've ruined my childhood, you've hurt me, and you've done everything possible to make my life a living hell." He stood directly behind of the blonde, towering over his kneeling form. "But now we're separated, and you can't do that anymore."

Krad stared up at his ex-tamer. "And so?"

"I've felt firsthand the pain and torture you put people through. I won't let you do it to Dark. I have the power to, so I will end your life right now."

There was a long pause.

"…You cannot kill me, Satoshi," Krad finally said, breaking the silence. "You lie."

The smirk on the blunette's face only widened. "I never said I could. I can't kill you, Krad, but sharing a body with you has given me one and only one advantage over you. I know your weakness."

Krad looked mildly shocked. "Weakness? I have no weakness."

Satoshi let out a low chuckle. "That's the advantage. I know this weakness of yours…while you don't. Good-bye, Krad." And with that said, he raised his leg and stomped harshly on the old linoleum flooring.

There was a loud smashing noise and Krad seemed to freeze as the world went into slow motion. Slowly – very slowly – his neck twisted back to eye the source of the noise, and he was greatly surprised by the sight that greeted him.

Garnishing the panels of the dusty floor were the messily shattered pieces of some intricately carved item, strewn all over the place in no noticeable pattern.

Shattered pieces.

Intricately carved item.

"M-my cross?" Krad muttered once the realization had sunk in. "Satoshi…" Pulsing tawny eyes traveled down, to where the fragments of his once beautiful cross surrounded the curled end of his long, golden plait. "You little bastard."

"The source of your magic is gone now," Satoshi said quietly. He raised a steady hand and clamped it over his left bicep, where a bloodstained shard of the ruined cross had been flung through the veneers of his shirt sleeve and pale skin and into his thin flesh. "You have about as much magic with a feather as I do. This is it, Krad – your reign over the Hikari bloodline is over."

Krad stared wide-eyed at the blunette, though his fogged eyes didn't see him at all. Turning away from the bleeding Dark, he fell onto his palms and scrabbled wildly at the fractured pieces of metal all around him with gloved hands. "S-Satoshi." His gaze raised itself up toward said boy's, even more hazy than before. "How. Dare. You." As soon as the last syllable left his pale lips, the once powerful blonde crumpled to the floor in a dead faint.

Satoshi stared down at the unconscious body of his tormentor with a silent moment of peace and distaste until a wheezing cough from Dark's lips broke him from his silence. "Dark!" He kneeled before the thief and pulled him into his lap.

"Satoshi…" A fresh wave of blood dribbled down the purple-eyed one's bottom lip. "Thanks for stopping the blonde freak… Tell the Niwas…and tell Daisuke…that…"

Satoshi resisted the urge to smack the already injured angel, instead opting to interrupt him mid-death speech. "Idiot. You're not dying. Don't tell me that you're this weak."

"Hey… 'M'not weak," Dark objected softly. "But…I lost so much blood…"

Satoshi frowned. "…I can…I can heal you," he said after a long pause. He extracted the cross piece from his left arm, letting a strangled yelp and a strained wince escape him. "Hikari blood… When ingested, it can heal magical injuries."

Dark lifted his heavy head off of Satoshi's lap and managed to raise himself up to his knees. "No wonder you stubborn Hikari buggers always manage to keep coming at me." Covered in blood and sweat and breathing heavily, he mustered up a half-hearted smirk. "But you're not half bad, Satoshi."

Satoshi let a bitter smile curl onto his lips as he gingerly plucked the razor sharp feathers from Dark's punctured chest. "Who told you to think like that? Was it Niwa-kun?"

Dark grabbed the pale hand that was nursing his injury, stopping Satoshi from continuing. "As hard as it is to believe," he murmured fondly, "I can think for myself." With his free hand, he violet-eyed teen dug as gently as he could into the blunette's open wound.

Stifling a sound between a cry of pain and a cry of surprise, Satoshi slapped Dark's hand away. "What are you doing –?"

Dark shushed the cerulean-eyed boy with his bloodied finger, smearing the dripping red liquid over his lips. "Like I said…you're not half bad." Without so much as a warning, he crushed their lips together, his cold, blood-encrusted ones against Satoshi's wet, coppery ones.

Almost at once, all the energy used up and lost during his and Krad's battle returned to him, urging him on. The metallic flavor of blood sent his head reeling – or was it Satoshi who was making his head spin? No matter. The unique taste, laced with the faintest hints of mint, fueled his advances. He pushed the other to the floor, climbing on top of him and pressing his crimson-drenched chest to Satoshi's. With a playful shift of his hips, he opened his lips invitingly, welcoming the Hikari's tongue into the hot recesses of his mouth.

As the two delved deeper into each other, the fallen Krad lay motionless a couple of feet away.

His unnaturally golden hair was splayed out in rivulets of topaz like a beautifully artistic portrait, released from the binding of the metal cross. The menacingly shining pieces glittered all around him, winking and glittering in the dim lighting like fallen stars.

It was all so clear. As a new relationship between former foes began to unravel in the middle of that old, stuffy room, something had ended.

His magic.

His power.

His control.

It had all ended for Krad.

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And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for you (for you)
And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
It's all over

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Killah: Look at Dark. xD Half dead one minute and making out the next. Yep. That's our Dark. xDDD Anyway, please excuse my immense suckiness. I'm not a huge fan of DarkxSatoshi. But this fic will have as many Krad/Daisuke/Dark/Satoshi pairings as I can fit in. This one looked like a good one to start off with. n.n Yay for DarkxSato fans. And you must review, by the way. XD Thanks.