Rating: M for later chapters
Warning: Yaoi
Summary: Krad watched Satoshi as he hurt himself. Since he couldn't do anything, he called Dark for help. D/S
Disclaimer: I do NOT own D.N. Angel
Satoshi took the knife and shoved it into his body. Again and again, hitting different spots. Blood pooled around his feet. He was angry, so angry. He shoved it through his arm and pulled it down.
PAIN. That was all he felt, all he wanted to feel. He had nearly killed the red head once again. He never wanted it to happen again. So he took the only choice given to him; he would kill himself.
Not quickly. No, it had to be long, slow, and painful. It had to hurt. It HAD to. Rage filled his heart as he stabbed himself over and over, feeling the blackness slowly take over.
Krad tried talking to, convincing, the child, to no avail. He tried one last thing. "Dark!" He called in his mind, "I need your help! Please help me save him?" There was no answer to his call. He knew this should work. It was something they had used before. When Dark had needed Krad's help.
"GOD DAMN IT DARK! I NEED YOU TO RETURN THE DAMNED FAVOR!" He screamed in his mind. A small acknowledgment was directed towards him. He quickly sent his location to the thief.
Satoshi plunged the knife into his chest. He wanted, no needed, to torture himself before this body would be able to die. The pain from the wound was extreme, but not enough. He pushed it somewhere between two of his ribs.
...
Dark got Krad's message. He quickly flew towards the Hiwatari mansion. Whatever was going on was something that commanded his immediate attention. For him to be returning the favor he had asked from Krad all those centuries ago, and a more important one from just a little while ago, this was urgent.
Once he got to the mansion, he just crashed into a random window in the top floor. He flew through the house, until he got to the main master bedroom. He shouldered through the door, not bothering with the doorknob, figuring it was locked. He froze as he saw the little blue-haired boy slash a knife through his shoulder.
Dark yelped and lunge at Satoshi. He grabbed the knife and threw it towards the door. Satoshi looked up with tear stained eyes. Dark reached out with a hand. "Satoshi," Dark gently said, causing the child to break down and sob. He pulled the shaking boy into his arms. "Satoshi, why?" Dark whispered.
"Dark, I-I... I hurt Daisuke more and more each passing day. I can't do it anymore. There is no one who cares enough anyway. Daisuke... Daisuke..." the bluenette could barely talk through the sobs.
"Daisuke cares," Dark's voice took on a pleading tone.. He smoothed the child's hair down. He pulled him harder against his body.
Satoshi yanked himself out of Dark's arms. "NO! HE DOESN'T CARE! He might be a little sad for... What? A day? Then he will be back to being happy. No one will care..." Satoshi trailed off at the end, looking down at the floor.
"I WILL!" Dark pleaded. "I DO care. So please, please don't try to hurt yourself anymore. Please?" Dark wrapped his arms back around the little teen. "Please..." He whispered into his hair.
Satoshi nodded into Dark's embrace. He felt his body sway with the loss of blood, then give out. Dark smiled slightly and picked the unconscious boy up. He carried him to the bed and set him down. Then he rummaged through a drawer, grabbed a medical kit, and set to work cleaning and fixing up the child and his wounds...
TBC
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