Disclaimer: I do not own D.N. Angel.
A/N: This is the first of a series of drabbles in an AU where things are more brutal, the supernatural have more of a say, and the idea of Dark and Daisuke being the same person is explored more.
He'd always heard the other, whispering under his mind. Not bad things, like the adults said people who heard not there things always said, just things like sky too bright why wake up so friggin early nice dress oooh shiny. He'd felt the cool comfort of feathers wrapped around him when he lay crying in his bed wondering why aren't I good enough why the traps and locks not at other's places.
It was more constant than an absentminded mother and simply absent father. His mother only wanted a perfect little thief and grandfather was a white haired echo of our family legacy thievery stealing this is what we do shush child it is only a scratch and the other would hum old lullabies of a time long forgotten until his frustrated tears had dried.
Takeshi had asked him once, what he was singing, and he'd just smiled, thinking of black feathers. The other was always there, so he was terrified when the pain tick tick birthday clocks on a wall slammed into his mind and he could not feel the other. Then it vanished, and as he stared at too long fingers he felt the other again, stronger with a purring sense of this is right- and his pounding heart calmed as black feathers realrealreal surrounded him.
Mine a decidedly smug voice murmured, oursyours, and the other's voice was so clear that he started. Then his mother's footsteps sounded across the threshold of his door.
To be continued?
Insanity abounds,
~~ClockworkRaven