Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel ( This goes for all these chapters)
Krad POV (third person)
Warm ambers flicker to life, shimmering beneath platinum sunshine, pale flesh molded from freshly carved ice. He was to die for, gorgeous with his fragile yet unnervingly quick mindset and angelic smile.
Enchanted by the smallest things, the light bouncing off the waves, the sand sliding beneath his feet, the ever changing skies above, the wind shifting through the trees, he was simple, a childish persona.
Sheltered, he knew nothing of the strange yet familiar boy who came and went, his violet eyes and a devil-may care attitude. He didn't care for the other angel, nor did he dislike him, he simply was, therefore he was just as beautiful as every thing that surrounded them.
Interesting to watch too, but never mind him, the sky was calling.
The angel smiled breathing in the refreshing night air with relish.
This was his most beloved memory.
He bounced on his heels anxiously, eying the clock in the corner impatiently.
Beside him his creator smiled, her weary features lightening at the angel's tactics.
The blond glanced at her curiously, when was this person supposed to arrive?
She ruffled his hair, reminding him of the game that he was going to play, with her and the other people.
His job was to chase the angel player, to keep him from getting the prize, by any means possible.
In return the other angel might say some nasty things, but he shouldn't let it bother him, after all it was just a game, no one was really getting hurt, just pretending to be, even if it felt like it.
His partner, or tamer as they were to be called, was to defend the prize, at all cost. And the dark angel's tamer was to distract him.
Whoever stood their ground the longest was the winner, he liked winning, it was fun.
The other angel arrived, it was time to play.
He clutched his mouth confusedly, it wasn't supposed to hurt! He wasn't supposed to bleed, that other angel was fighting dirty!
That made him so, so angry! How dare he! He wasn't playing by the rules! That was bad, he needed to be punished!
His face scrunched up in frustration as he shot the fleeing angel a glare, resisting the urge to burst into tears, it wasn't fair!
Why would he do that? Hurt him like that, didn't he know it was just a game?
The nausea hit him in waves and he dully realized that it was his creator whom was sending him such sickness, her stomach was bloody, gashed, he could see her intestines spilling forth from pale torn skin. Acid bubbled forth in his throat and he gagged, staring in horror, why was his tamer hurt? why would they do such a thing?
That night his first tamer died.
In the following year he began to feel depressed, each tamer dying, instructed to play the game again and again.
Then he realized what he needed to do.
They were no longer going to play by the rules.
That century his counter part's partners began to die as well.
His Hikari were beginning to feel guilty, something he didn't understand, they were just taking back what had been taken.
They began to fight him, forcing him back into the dark corners of their mind.
Slowly he started to fear the oblivion; it had no light, no rays of beauty to examine, only memories, of both his own and his tamers.
He was desperate to play the game, to find familiarity in it, in his age old acquaintance.
His tamers felt differently; felt they could do it themselves.
They died quickly.
He was finally let out one night, on terms that he should not play the beloved game, and reluctantly decided to roam about the beach, collecting sea shells innocently.
Then his counter part appeared, having been watching him for some time.
As he had when he was first created, he ignored him.
The darker being followed, walking beside him as he padded down the shore. Slowly, he glanced at his other self, he wasn't allowed to play the game, so why was he here?
Dark smiled, making the angel sulk, what had he to be so teasing about? He saw nothing funny in the question.
Maybe the angel had been dropped on his head when he was created.
He tilted his head as he thought the possibility over, it certainly seemed possible.
A smooth hand grasped his face gently and he blinked, staring confusedly into violet depths.
Suddenly his lips were covered by the thief, and he stiffened in surprise.
His counter part said he loved him, the concept was unfamiliar to the blond, and so he informed his 'lover' of his puzzlement.
With adoring touches and pleasure filled words his other self explained.
Krad was his everything.
His tamer asked why nobody loved him, having fallen into depression while watching his mother dote on his sister.
Krad told him that he loved him, the concept applied to people he was fond of, right?
His tamer asked him how he could.
So, naïve little Krad showed him the same way Dark had.
Dark was angry with him, why, Krad didn't understand.
Wasn't he supposed to love his tamer? Like Dark loved his Niwa?
The artwork said it was different.
The blond came close to whining as he was screamed at, he hadn't done anything wrong!
Dark left him and began ignoring him when they were playing the game.
He didn't touch him anymore, didn't love him.
For some reason this made him sad, enough to start slitting his wrists.
Dark was in love with some human woman now, a Harada girl.
This made him insane.
Another tamer, one of the last, another game.
This was different though, his tamer actually had feelings for the Niwa of al people.
And the Niwa didn't want to play the game either, which was confusing.
What was he supposed to do? Without the game?
Maybe he could make his tamer love him, perhaps then their game would continue?
That day Satoshi-sama became his everything.
Of course, the figuring out how to love him was harder, affection never came quickly to him.
Dark was sealing him now, into the oblivion of the black wings.
It made him scared; he wanted to be one, to be loved, not shut away again.
He screamed for his counter part, somewhat desperate.
The angel stared blankly as he finished sealing them.
It was dark in the black-wings, void of any color.
Except for the vibrant haired boy who sat behind him, clearly sad and angry.
It made the angel frown, it was his fault this happened anyway, what right did he have to sulk?
Whatever…
TBC