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A white haired child sat alone in a bleached white room with all kinds of toys, he liked all of his toys, but he loved one overall and that was the porcelain Angel that sat atop the toy tree.
It had amber eyes, that shined and shimmered, he fancied it watching over him. It had fair hair that seemed to be made of the softest silk. It was dressed in white robes outlined in gold. Its porcelain body was painted pale peach. Its wings were downy colored by snow.
It knew all his secrets, with out him even telling it. It was a comfort, a privilege only he had. As he had been the first it had appeared to.
It warned with slight smiles almost as though imagined, when someone was coming. It comforted him with feather light touches when he felt sorrow. It dulled back, into a normal soulless doll when it was sad. And its wings fluttered when they were angry.
The child's shoulders shook as he gazed at the shattered pieces of his soul. Tears slipped crashing down onto the carpeted floor. His eyes felt cold and his heart numb, yet his body was on fire. Anger, anger is what he felt as his lungs stopped in his chest. Sadness is what overtook him as his fingers bled from pricking himself on the remains of himself.
"Hey, Mello I think he's having a seizure we should get out of here!" The child vaguely recognized the voice as another someone. Some other child.
"What's a matter Near, I broke your favorite toy!" His tormentor laughed. The child's eyes flashed gold and he snarled his snowy tresses grew long.
Rage flowed through him. How dare he desecrate his everything? And foolishly think he could get away with out punishment. Pain ripped through his back, but nothing was worse than the pain in his chest. The agony.
"What the hell!" The older boy screamed.
"You caused harm to my everything…" The child's voice was overlapped by another.
"Who the fuck are you?" The child's self proclaimed adversary questioned.
"Silence boy and you shall be spared." Golden eyes stared down at what remained his old body.
'Krad, leave the little one be, your host is in need of comfort.' A soothing voice murmured, its aura washing over him overwhelming him slowly.
"I will not spare you punishment for now, however if you should try again, you will not be so lucky." Krad hissed his eyes boring holes in each of the children in turn.
"What was that?" Mello asked staring at Near with wide eyes.
"Matt take Mello away from me, please." Near picked up his miraculously in one piece porcelain doll and set it atop the toy tree.
Matt stared at him knowingly for a few seconds before obeying the child's wish. As he left the shocked blonde in tow, his hand brushed Near's frail one and received a small smile in return.
Eleven years later when Near visited his fallen comrades graves, he left a flower on Miheal's earth and the Angel on Mail's.
When he went home clutched onto Matt's gift, from the day in the play room. A red ribbon that smelled of cigarette smoke and the night air.
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Yes, I have no idea where this came from, but in this story two people house the curses Dark and Krad.
I think you can guess who they are, if you want it to be yaoi/shoujen-ai then its fine if you don't then that's alright. This can be either.
R&R
