I've been hearing this song everywhere and it's been driving me crazy because I keep seeing Krad with it. So...this was born. I should be working on my other millions of fics, but.. this didn't take too long... Enjoy!

A/N: The song is 'Made of Scars' by Stone Sour.

This one came from looking

This one opened twice

These two seem as smooth as silk, flush against my eyes

This one needed stitches and

This one came from rings

This one isn't even there, but I feel it more because you don't care

Another slice of the knife and another quick gasp. It had happened a hundred times before and would continue until one of them said stop.

Of course, Krad would always chuckle whenever Daisuke let out a whimper and ask, "Do you want to stop?"

"Not if you don't," would always be his reply, and another slice of the blade and another soft moan.

Yeah, Cut right into me

Yeah, Cause I am made of scars

Yes I am made of scars

Every night they would meet and every night they would sink into their ritual. Both got something from it-- Krad his pleasure, and Daisuke his peace. For, if Krad was content then he didn't bother Dark and Daisuke nearly as much.

So, even though he didn't like what was happening, and was only partially sure of why Krad chose him, he complied so that he could have a semi-normal life and be at peace most of the time.

This one had it coming

This one found a vein

This one was an accident, but never gave me pain

This one was my fathers and

This one you can't see

This one had me scared to death,

But I guess I should be glad I'm not dead!!

Every now and then, the blade would come across a vein or another scar. Daisuke didn't understand it, but Krad enjoyed it when those spots were found more than anything. His eyes gleamed with murderous intent and his heart raced faster.

The blade drew nearer to sensitive skin and the pain seared into his skin. Daisuke flinched away and Krad grinned wider. Oh, how he loved these times.

Yeah, Cut right into me

Yeah, I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars

"Don't get squeamish now," the angel would say when he saw his partner nearly head for the hills.

A distasteful glance to the boy and the blade would be given before Daisuke would settle back down and they would continue.

"Just one more," Krad whispered, "Then it'll be over."

"For tonight," Daisuke added.

God, Don't you believe the hype?

And I will find a way

Everything you are I will betray

Oh, I swear that I will find a way

Everything you are is inside me

"Naturally. So, where do you want it to be?"

"I can't... you pick." His stomach was churning as it was.

Krad chuckled and thought for a moment before running a finger over the inside of his thigh, "Right here."

This one was the first one

This one had a vice

This one here I like to rub on dark and stormy nights

This one was the last one,

I don't remember how

But I remember blood and rain

And I never saw it coming again!

Daisuke swallowed hard and forced himself not to look away as he brought the blade down on the soft skin. The flesh ripped open and he suppressed another whimper-- he hated the sight of blood and the sensation of cutting people.

Yeah, Cut right into me

Yeah, Cause I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars

Krad moaned once more as the pain turned to pleasure and he kissed Daisuke's cheek. Oh, how he loved times like these.

That's what I'm made of!

This was originally meant to end a bit differently, but I think this way came out alright, too. Anyway, like I said, this needed to come out and I couldn't exactly include it in Fickle Emotions since it was in no way DarkDaisuke. Hope you enjoyed!