Disclaimer: I'm sure the point of writing fanfiction is because you don't own the things you write about. ;; That's right, I don't own Hilary duff's lyrics either.
Yeah, that's right, I used Hilary Duff lyrics. ;; HAH! But, really, Don't mind that. XD I had to find something and it was the only set of lyrics that was perfect and maybe this just sucks, SUE ME! Okay.. really don't… because Wizu will hurt you. –Stands behind the Ninja Wizu.- oO;
So here goes….
There were places we would go at midnight….
There were secrets that nobody else would know…There's a reason, but I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why…
I thought they all belonged to me…
Krad's flash back.
It was another usual night for the two angels, Sitting upon the museum roof, so high up and away from the world so late at night, away from the crazed family wars and Hatred. This was the only time they got to be free. Krad was seated comfortably in the darker haired thief's lap, the kaitou having his arms wrapped lovingly, almost possessively around the blonde, angel-like being. Dark broke the silence in whispered words, " Krad?…" He received an , of course, quiet answer from the lighter half, " Yes, Dark?" The thief continued in his whisper, " Do you love me..?" Krad had heard this many times, and by now had thought the thief just enjoyed hearing him say it, but really he didn't mind at all, " Yes, Dark, I love you.. More than anything in the world…" This earned him a nuzzle to the back of his neck causing a stifled purr from the blonde. The darker half's voice shifted from a whisper to a delighted, yet still low, tone, " Good… because I love you too…more than any jewel or diamond or any other art work." Krad couldn't help but smile to himself, loving to hear those three simple words from the thief.
End of Flashback.
Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one…
That you want…that has stolen my world…
Present
There he found himself, sitting on the roof of the museum quietly. There was a slight breeze that blew through the already chilly night, lifting up strands of gold to seemingly dance about with them. The cold sent shivers through the angel's body every now and then, it was cold, he disliked the cold, usually that thief would be right there with him and pull him into a warm embrace… but not lately… no… he was alone on the roof with the perfect view he had wished he hadn't had of the nearby bench. Of course the darker haired male wasn't there with him, he was down there with that horrid Harada girl, eating ice cream and flirting with her. His expression shifted to a disgusted one as the thief yawned a bit, he could tell it was fake as the thief had several times done this to himself , and stretched his arms replacing one of them behind the girl, causing her to giggle. He didn't want to see this…he wanted to get up and just leave. Yet, he just stayed, feeling a slight sting in his chest everytime he recognized something Dark did that he had once done with him, kissing her cheek, nuzzling her neck. God, this was making him sick. He wasn't sure if it was just him or if was actually starting to feel ill. This hurt, too bad infact, but still he stayed, watching helplessly as his heart was shattered into a million fragile little pieces like the block of ice everyone believed it to be.
It's not real, it's not right..
It's my day, its my night…
By the way.. Who's that girl…
Living my life…
Present
He didn't want to believe this anymore, golden cat-like eyes slipped shut, trying to keep the tears that stung his eyes from spilling as he blocked out the sight of his so called love expressing the same feeling towards another. Didn't he see him up here! Did he even care! No… That voice inside finally kicked in… Dark didn't see him up here, Dark wouldn't even care, he got what he wanted and was obviously happy. Thinking about it lead to other things, other questions ' Did he ever care, he lied to me...' That was it, a lie… the thief was a liar. He didn't mean it when he said he loved him or asked him multiple times if he thought the same thing or even the way he touched him, it was all a big joke…and he had fallen for it. Forcing the painful thoughts from his mind, he just wanted to scream. Why didn't he see this coming? Why was he so blind to the fact that he could never really give Dark what he wanted? This was too much to take in and accept.
Seems like everything's the same around me..
Then I look again and everything has changed…
I'm not dreaming, So I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why…
She's everywhere I want to be…
Finally, pulling himself away from his thoughts, he shifted his gaze back to the thief and that girl. He could feel the before mentioned tears spilling over now and trickling freely down his cheek, a few rolling down and dripping onto the roof with a soft splatter noise like the gentlest of rain fall. He continued to watch, tears still stinging his eyes, as the girl glanced around as if she had heard something that frightened her. Dark pulled her close in a warm and gentle comforting embrace, just like he had done to the blonde angel so many times when he was sad or angry and Krad recognized it, only to be hurt more as he could hear faint giggling from the Harada girl as if Dark had told a joke or said something funny to get her to feel better. This was familiar to the white winged angel as well. He couldn't stand the sight any longer, At this point he just wanted to shrink out of existance or go die somewhere… somewhere far away from that Baka kaitou that is.. because now.. now he could truly say he hated him.
Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one…
That you want…that has stolen my world…
It's not real, it's not right..
It's my day, its my night…
By the way.. Who's that girl…
Living my life…
I'm the one who made you laugh…
Who made you feel and made you sad…
Present
Watching a little longer only made him further hate the scene, he wanted more than anything to simply kill that pain that just kept growing larger every time that thief moved… scooted closer to that girl until… no. He wanted to just scream and run away, he could feel his nails digging into the skin on his arm as more tears spilled from those golden eyes and blood trailed down his arms from the wounds his nails had created . He kissed her. His purple haired thief.. had kissed her.. kissed her for the first time just like he once kissed him.
I'm not sorry..
For what we did…
For who we were..
I'm not sorry, I'm not her…
Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one…
That you want…that has stolen my world…
It's not real, it's not right..
It's my day, its my night…
By the way.. Who's that girl…
Living my life…
Present
He couldn't bear it anymore, getting to his feet as best he could on the roof, nearly stumbling and losing his balance. The tears streamed down his already stained cheeks, they were rather cold, and they stung. Never had he been forced to cry like this in his entire life, this was indeed, the worst pain he had and ever would have felt. He shot one last glare at the thief. For that moment, Dark had broken from his kiss with that girl and glanced up only to meet a hateful gaze he didn't even know was watching, at that moment, realizing what he did and just how very wrong he was…
End