Daisy was dead. He knew he was, and he knew he had been for quite a while. He was dead, and all he could remember was screaming and running, the sharp pain of a knife crossing his cheek, her rabbit falling from his arms and falling, falling, falling.
And he didn't want to die. Not now. Not yet.
Then there was the dark. He was in there for so long, cuddling the limp rabbit that had been broken in many places. he clutched it to his chest, rocking backwards and forwards, eyes wide, and staring at the dark. Into the dark.
he didn't know how long he had been in there for. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years.
Longer.
All he can remember was watching the dark. And then he came.
The fair, messy hair. The constant smile. The tattoo.
He offered him everything he didn't have. Everything he used to have. Everything he wanted to have.
He offered him countless people to watch die. He offered to help him die when the time was right. He offered him powers beyond his dreams….although he already had these powers. He offered him places he could reign over, to be everything he wanted to be. He offered him a new rabbit, in replacement for her dead one. He offered him a burial for her dead rabbit. He offered him companionship with others like him.
He had heard.
He had followed.
Because he was Daisy, he was Byakuran, and together, they were the elite.
And he had almost everything he could have ever wanted.
A/N: Written during the first few appearances of Daisy. I'm not following the fandom anymore, and so any mistakes in here will have to stay here. See it as a sort of AU?