-waves- Hallo, again! n.n This is … um … my DNAngel fanfic. After randomly obsessing over this series for a while and reading drop dead awesome fanfics on it, I've been inspired to write my own… -not sure what else to say- I'm not sure whether I should just leave this alone as a oneshot or add some chapters later on… -shrugs- How about you tell me? –ish too lazy to decide- .
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DNAngel. If I did then the 12th volume would be out by now and would not be prolonged for another year… grr…
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My everything, you're so perfect.
You do so well at everything…
I care about you so much
My precious tamer…
Any normal child, after hearing this, would proudly thank the one who praised them. Words such as this would push a child to excel at whatever it was he was being praised for.
And why not?
There is nothing wrong with telling a child how special they are. Children need to be aware that they are worth something, that way they feel that they have the chance to do something great with themselves as they grow. They will learn in time that one can only be proud of himself to a certain degree.
But for this particular one, he knows better.
Perhaps even more so than most children his age. As a five-year-old boy, many would expect him to be like any other little boy. Playful, always grinning, doing things he shouldn't and apologizing for it after being scolded. These should come naturally.
For him, however, it was difficult to show any of these traits. One small slip up, and the one who praised him as such would see fit to do him or somebody else harm. In his experience, only his mother could tell him of his family, and his apparent curse. She reassured him that the demon who constantly toyed with her son could not do any harm so long as he kept his heart locked away.
And indeed, he had achieved doing so for the most part. However, being a young child, he couldn't help but love his mother.
To the demon's pleasure and the boy's dismay, she died because of this love.
It was a complete accident. There his mother was, coughing in her bed due to a sickness she had caught during one of her usual walks with her son. It had rained that day, unfortunately, and the poor woman couldn't stop coughing the moment they had gotten home. The boy, though seemingly emotionless, was scared for her, hoping that whatever caused her to be sick would go away.
Though, his mother didn't ask much from him, as she grew even sicker. The doctor had mentioned that she had most likely caught something worse than a cold, but being a stubborn woman, the boy's mother refused to take any medicine or leave her son alone to live in a cold hospital. It was times like these that made the boy wish his father hadn't abandoned them long ago, that way he could take care of the boy and his mother could get her much needed medical attention.
On a fateful night, months after she had gotten sick, the boy's mother coughed loudly enough to bleed internally, tremble in the aftermath and hoarsely cry out in her sleep. The boy ran to her room, after hearing this, the smell of a warm coppery substance seeming to emit from her bed.
The mere sight of the blood that covered his mother's nightgown and blanekts, caused the boy screamed in terrified realization to how truly sick she was. Unfortunately, this was enough to awaken and release the demon within him. The boy couldn't remember much. Just an immense pain and the sound of his clothes tearing. From there on, everything blacked out.
When he awoke, he found his mother's cold wet heart in his hand. A laugh seemed to erupt from all around him as the faded form of an angel stood over the ripped corpse of the boy's mother. Blood dripped off of the boy's body, and he became fully aware that the cold liquid was not his own. Suddenly the angel stood in front of the boy, kneeling down to take hold of his small chin.
A sadistic look of victory was apparent on the angel's face, as he looked at the boy with his golden eyes, interested to see his host's reaction. It then became clear to the boy that this 'angel' was the demon that dwelt within his mind. The one who showered him with praises in hopes of releasing himself should the boy have reacted in any way.
Well done, Satoshi-sama. The 'angel' said smugly. I never would have expected you to let me take control so soon… and long before your fourteenth birthday…
Satoshi's eyes began to drip with tears as he looked from his mother's body to the angel in front of him, hoping that this was all just a bad dream. That any moment soon, he would wake up in his bed.
I assure you, my everything, this is not a dream. A translucent hand stroked the side of Satoshi's face with its forefinger. I am Krad, the one who you will learn to love over time. Of course, I am you … so I suppose that you already do.
Krad. Satoshi looked back at the corpse that was his mother with blurry eyes. This demon … Krad … was Satoshi… then that would mean…
Satoshi gulped at the sudden thought that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
'I…I killed… I killed Rio Hikari … my mother.'
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