This fic is taken from both the anime series & the manga that have been released. This chapter is told primarily from Satoshi's point of view, as if you were viewing his thoughts & seeing through his eyes. The parts in italics are drifting thoughts that are also his but on an almost unconscious level: his very dark, philosophical persona, if you would.

(This fic is unedited/beta-d!)

Warning: For those who know/want to know the series, male/male love is alluded to/mentioned, in this fic & also the series itself, so if you don't like that, DON'T READ THIS! For I LOVE it! ALSO there is non-graphic sex described first thing, if you are a young mind DON'T CONTINUE TO READ THIS! There will also be subjects mentioned and dealt with in later chapters that are not suitable for young readers. You have been warned!

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I own nothing… such a pity…

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He thrust deeply into the heat, so warm and welcoming, without hindrance, his eyes closed and his mind slipped farther away as his body strove towards the release it needed so badly. Sweat dripped from his messed hair as his hands fisted brutally in the sweaty sheets, arms tensed and straining, bracing him upright and adding force to his thrusts, the one beneath him protesting. Yet he heard nothing, he saw nothing, and he felt—nothing…

There was no joy here, no acceptance and solace, it was a simple matter of want, take, use and release. Nothing more. The one he wanted was not his and never would be. Such was his life.

As Satoshi neared climax his mind flashed from memory: spiky red hair, pale skin, and mischievous eyes… He fell over the edge into oblivion, a name moaned from his lips—

"Niwa …"

He knew no more.


Innocence lost, that is all we are, nothing but a farce of our own existence. Everything we touch turns to ashes, everything we love dies. Such is the fickleness of humanity: we are shadows…and we fear ourselves.

You are innocent; you see what you wish to see, you never look beneath the surface. We are each as we choose to be, neither one of us is without flaw or weakness, yet you see perfection; you see a dream you wish to be. This is all I am, all I will ever be.

I am darkness; you see light that doesn't exist,

But for one

You are not the one…


The room is a blanket of darkness and nothing moves but me, it is night and I am tired yet I don't sleep. After sex is a time for reflection, thinking about what isn't & what will never be, it is a time of pain and a time of sadness, it is a time where realizations of reality are seen and accepted, a time when farce has all meaning and yet ceases to be, for passion has been spent and the mind is clear to regret. Illusion disappears.

This is my place, my room and my bed; in it you lie, once sprawled, now curled into yourself, as if in pain… and you are.

I have taken your first time. You offered it to me.

You knew not what you asked.


TBC…

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