Date started: March… something…

Date finished: April… something… I keep on forgetting to write so it took so long.

Date posted: Don't really know or give a damn.

Summary: Krad's left broken one day as he wanders the city after a bloody battle with the thief. He stumbles upon a lost 5-year-old girl and decides to take her home, not really sure why he would do that. It's spring; flowers are blooming, the ice is melting.

Saihi: heh… um…. This came from the ideas that Krad has no heart at all, and he couldn't love others if his life depended on it… that is…. Besides from Satoshi….

Satoshi:…..

Saihi: Been reading some depressing fics, and thought how cute it would be to compare our cold ice demon to an innocent warm and loving girl. I'll try my best to write this fic, but not sure how far it'll go only where it will go. Well, my luvs, away we go!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own DnAngel or else I would have Krad stick his crucifix though Dark's body many, many times until he's satisfied with his altered artwork.

I love you, Onii-san – by Saihi.Slowmotionhunter

Chapter One: Your Hand

The clouds turned to smoke, spreading through the skies with a depressing mixture of gray and clouded white, hiding the blue skies from the eyes of those who look above. Droplets fell from the heavens. If the angels really were crying, no one knew because they didn't care, and the thought would just slip their mind.

They wouldn't care that the skies above the clouds were shattered. They wouldn't care that an angel has fallen.

They wouldn't notice that… it has fallen to earth.

The skies were shattered, and tears rained from above.

He sighed, the ice demon. His slim body lying against the dirty wall of an abandoned club building, the rain pouring down on him all the same. This school has been abandoned a while back, and with no one to maintain it, part of the roofing collapsed, walls graffiti and falling in, and windowpanes broken into pieces during illegal shot outs.

Through the rain, his golden mane blushed faintly, illuminating himself in a broken way.

Light rain ran down his angel face, rolling down his set shoulders and down the texture of his clinging shirt.

The rain was cold. Icy. Numb.

Pale glossed lips paused in a moment as the demon bit the bottom rim of his lips before remembering vaguely that blood already trickled down the left side of his mouth.

His bit softens, and eventually release as a white-gloved hand was brought up and smeared the blood to the extent of his cheekbone with the back of his hand. His hand came before his face and he stared subtly at the bright color contrasting against the pure white glove.

A vague thought slithered through his mind, and the ice demon realized that not only his lips were bleeding, but also his whole body was cut, and blood ran down his arm and a long slash stretched from his waist to his chest. Punishment.

War demanded casualties.

The price was nothing to be so trilled with.

He had come back from an extraordinary violent chase with the owner of the black wings, and had barely came out of the cage with more than himself. He came out with bruise, cuts, broken thoughts, hearts, and over all else, burning hatred.

Vibration. He felt vibration, and the demon reached into his pocket to remove the machine. Hand slowly brought it up to his ear, eyes not caring to even notice the caller, and he waited for something to happen.

The vibration felt droll against his cheek until it finally halted. A feminine voice asking for the caller to leave a message, and there was a tone.

A sigh was heard on the line. "… Krad-" It started, before pausing in frustration at what to say. "Krad, you.. where are…. (sigh)….. you-" It tried again there was a growl and there was a click.

The hand that held the phone dropped heavily to his side, and slipped it into his pocket.

Clouded sapphire eyes closed.

"Satoshi-sama…" The demon sighed, and forced himself to move away from the wall. He began a long walk… away from nowhere, and going to nowhere either.

A long walk, he thought, proved that he was running from it, and it proved, that he was lying.

How does an ice demon lie?

He walked past a run-down school, and he noticed how dead and cold it looked. Krad stopped, walking over to a little playground set.

They were rusty, and the bright colors on it faded. The small slide, which a river ran down, was rusting from all the water, and so was the silent swing set. Krad ran his hand down the corroded chain of a swing, and he discovered that his blood reacted quite nicely to the metal.

Looking to his right, Krad saw a small playhouse home. It was those things where little kids pretended to have a family, with a mom, dad, and a few kids, and live happily ever after with their daily life.

Ha. 'Live happily ever after'.

Krad approached this toy building.

The tint on this was fading so much, and you could barely tell what color it used to be.

Krad ran a hand down the smooth, fish-scaled roof and watched as his blood streamed down the roof too, the same shade of red which the house used to be. Krad bent down, deciding to explore around the inside of the play set, but instead found a surprise.

A little girl… he thought. what is she doing here?

A little girl was curled up in the corner of the play set, big innocent eyes quivering with fear at Krad. She had white hair; strands that reached her shoulders and clear blue eyes that sparkled like liquid sapphires.

Krad's sparkled like frozen blizzard.

The girl had her legs up to her, and arms wrapped around her knees. She wore a thin white dress that's now a dirty white. Her face was slightly dirty, her skin was scrapped by little bits, and…

She visibly had been crying.

"Are you lost?" The demon spoke.

The girl's lips trembled as she started to answer, but instead a small cry escaped her.

"Where are your guardians, little one?" He asked again.

She didn't answer, but new tears were brimming her eyes. He knelt. Frozen sapphires watched her for like forever, wondering what sort of new innocence this was.

The demon then carefully placed a hand down on the dirty floor and extended his other hand towards the girl. Fear struck her gaze and she backed horrified against the wall.

Great. Someone else that wouldn't get near him.

He struggled weakly to show a genuine smile, and a small curve appeared upon his lips.

"Come. I won't harm you."

"I'm…." She stammered. "I'm… not allowed to talk to strangers…"

The demon's smile widened a bit.

"Yes. I am a stranger."

No one wants to know a stranger.

"But if you don't find something warm, or at least proper shelter, you will die."

No one wants the truth struck out like that either.

The girl's lips started trembling again, her eyes flooding quickly with tears. She was only so little. How could he tell her she would die?

Krad's smile faded, wondering why this child was crying? He thought up something quickly to say, hoping that would stem her tears.

"Are you hungry?"

The girl nodded, rubbing her stained eyes.

"Would you like something to eat?" He asked in simple human terms.

She nodded again. A smile of relief spread across the demon's face.

"You have to sanitize yourself before you can eat. Have your guardians ever told you that?" Krad held up a hand again, and the girl pulled herself together and walked towards it.

"What's a guardian?" She asked.

"A guardian is a sentinel, or a protector."

The girl's mind processed that for a second.

"Is it like a mom and dad?" She asked.

He hesitated, helping the girl out of the playhouse. "I don't know, little one."

He never had a mom or dad. He wouldn't know.

The blond held the girl at arm-length distance to get a good look at her. "Your clothes are soiled." He said. The rain was still pelting down, but the demon and the girl didn't seem to mind.

The girl looked up at the frozen demon. "You're bleeding." She pointed out. "Do you need a bandage?"

Krad smiled, watching the girl run back into the play house and lugging out a small rabbit backpack. She dug into her knapsack and then pulled out two small plastic bandages and a roll of white gauze.

"Here." She placed the bandages in Krad's hand. "This will help you stop hurting."

"Thank you." The demon smiled.

"And this is for bigger cuts." The girl put the gauze into Krad's hand. "Here. Let me do it for you." Krad knelt on the ground so the girl could operate, and she took the bandages and bandaged one on the demon's face, and the other one on a small cut on his left arm.

"There you go!" She examined her work. She kissed the healing cut on Krad's face lightly, then the one of his arm. "It's not going to hurt anymore." She rubbed the arm lightly.

"Thank you. I'll do the big roll myself." Krad took the gauze, unwound it and started spiraling it up his right arm. He held the arm out to the little girl. "Can you tie a knot?"

She tied him a fluffy bow, and patted it. "It'll be alright."

The demon thanked the girl for the third time. "Would you want food now?"

"Yes!"

Krad stood up and held an outstretch hand to the girl. She took it without hesitation this time. "Come then."

The angel slung the girl's rabbit backpack across his shoulder, and started on the long path home.

His cellphone vibrated, but the demon never picked it up.

\ Not the end

Saihi: this was difficult to write, so I'm not abandoning this story unlike the 10 other stories dumped by yours truly, but I just somehow know that this story won't dwell well in the DnAngel world. Just as soon as I have enough proof to prove that, I will immediately move it to Kingdom Hearts, shifting it to Riku instead of Krad. Or may be to FInal Fantasy VII and shift it to CLoud or Sephiroth. Like I said, this story is difficult to write so I won't abandon it, but will do all means to save it.