I almost fell asleep writing this, but that's what happens when you try and write stuff at three in the morning on four hours of sleep. Also, it kept bugging me. The first line, I mean. It came to me while I was watching the anime with some friends, and it came to episode three, where Daisuke turns into Dark while he's crying, and Dark was kind of crying too, and it was HAWT.

Twisted Krad/Dark, possible rape. It could be seen that way, but only if you want to. Review if you want, and please, enjoy...

I want to see you cry.

Just one time before have I seen those beautiful tears flowing from your eyes, equal in brilliance to only a few of the Hikari artifacts that you have stolen over the centuries. I don't remember what they were for, those drops of liquid silver, but I remember how perfect you looked, how complete you seemed.

Even in the midst of battle, at this very moment, with blood running from your veins like a crimson flood, you have never been so exquisite.

I pin you to the ground, grinding your face into the dirt, twisting your arms behind your back, aching to see those tears again.

"Scream for me," I whisper into your ear, a twisted parody of a lover's plea. Cry for me, let me see those beautiful tears again…

But you don't; you continue to fight, cursing me with every breath you take. Suddenly, you break off mid-curse, your back arching into me as your left arm snaps, the bones abruptly shifting under my hand. Yet you don't scream; all I hear is a swiftly strangled whimper.

"That's not good enough, Mousy." I lean forward over your agony-ridden form, and sink my teeth into your slender neck, tasting blood. A startled cry this time; you're too weakened by pain to ignore this torture, aren't you?

Fine then. I will see those crystalline drops again, no matter what I must do.

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You're crying now, softly, almost silently. You don't seem to realize it yet. I'm looking down at you now, transfixed by those beautiful silver tears that slip down your dirtied face, while black, broken wings try and hide your ravaged body…

….You are beautiful. A broken soul, a shattered demon, weeping and trying to hide it from the one who caused this torment. From me.

I lean down and place my hand under your chin, lifting your head so that I can see your purple eyes, reddened from sobbing.

Slowly, I feel that familiar smirk stretch my lips, even as you whimper, backing away, the tears coming a little faster. You're trying to avoid me; how sweet. I dart forward, and taste the sweet drops of moisture before my lips capture yours in a last kiss.

I wanted to see you cry, Dark Mousy. I wanted to see it, and know that you were crying, weeping, because of me.

And I have.

FIN