Since I love DNAngel and especially Krad (even though he isn't shown that much in the storyline...) I thought I'd make a fic about him, because we all know he can't be "just" evil Since I have not a good idea of how Krads character is, it might be OOC, but that's what makes me a fangirl!
Disclaimer: even if I beg, she won't give DNAngel to me...
Invisible face in the mirror
Sometimes, when his Satoshi-sama is asleep, Krad finds himself in front of the mirror. He just sits there and stares at his own pale face, that seems to shine in the darkness of the night. And sometimes he places a hand against the cold surface of the mirror, or his own cold face. Just to check...
He wonders too. When he sees that face once again, he wonders if it's still real, if it's still existing in the world. Because, he himself, he doesn't feel alive at all. When is one alive, though? When they find themselves staring into the world, speaking, hearing and just there? Or is one alive when others see him?If that's true, then he knows he's not alive at all.
He looks in the mirror, and wonders if the face he sees is visible for others. And the answer is no. No one sees him, and he knows it. It hurts, even for him, who's not supposed to have a heart.
Krad let his finger slide against the dark surface, that only bares the pale outline of his form. It's still there, right?
No, it's not. It never was...
He laughs softly and leans with his forehead against the mirror, closing his eyes that glow gold in the nothingness. He never really existed, not then, not now. He was never real. The mirror he's leaning against now is the same as he is. "Krad". A name with no meaning, in not one language, and he knows that, because it never was a real name. "Dark", that was the real name, his was just formed out of that. Dark is real, Dark lives. He is Darks mirror image, and like every other reflection, he doesn't live. Dark does...
Ever since their separation, they were complete opposites, not just in character, because, it's not true that since Dark is "good", he is "evil": he never was, but now, he may become that, but he really never was. They were opposites, in appearance, in clothes, in titles and in tamers. In all that, Dark lived. He didn't. He was the one white and pale. He was the one that became a "curse", a "demon" and a "devil". The Hikari never cared, they feared and hated only, they never dared to actually get to know him. And that's why he hated.
He saw Dark laughing, loving and being loved, and every time he saw the thief, his jealousy grew stronger. In the beginning, he just couldn't understand the fact that Dark was loved that much, not only by his tamer and his family, but by everyone. It was the thief that was famous, no one even knew about him. He was "another winged individual" or "another Dark" or "a white Dark". Every time he was reborn, every time he was immediately shielded, hated and feared, he looked with envy at his twin, to see things he didn't even knew of: Christmas, birthdays, dates, trips and other celebrations he just didn't know. He never had a "birthday", the only thing he knew the Hikari's would say, was that it was a shame he existed a year longer. Dark sometimes cries, when they are together in the abyss of the Black Wings, because he misses the one he loved. Krad just sighs and waits, actually happy to be back in the artwork and gone from the world that doesn't need him. Then a new host comes, while he has become bitter from all that waiting and waiting for what? And then, he becomes a curse again, failing and failing to stop Dark, seeing him fly away freely (he never flies just to fly, his hosts won't let him), waiting and waiting and getting tired of waiting. He feels his emotions die, but doesn't miss them, he doesn't need them. Just one thing, just one wish is what he possesses. One wish.
On that part, Dark also lived way more than he ever did. He never felt complete, he always knew something was missing inside of him. Dark never felt that and he knew that too. That's why he wanted to kill Dark, just to die with him and become one again, to be not a pale, insignificant shadow, but a real thing, the one they were before and were meant to be again. But Dark didn't need that, because he had everything to fill the hole with. As close as they used to be, they weren't now. Dark never really saw him. He screamed his name, perhaps, but there was never more to it. He was just an enemy, it was the tamer that Dark saw, a friend or a family member that interrupted their fight that he saw, even the press outside, he saw them all, but when Krad looked into his twins eyes, he just saw that pale shadow that was him, that small threat that was forgotten the moment the fight ended. He knew that if he never sought Dark out again, the other would forget him even before their next host. And with every new host, he "lives" a life without knowing why. He just wants to become one, to make the reflection and the reflected be the same. To finally be free.
Once again Krad looks into the mirror, to that face that holds no meaning anymore. And he wonders again, if anyone sees it.
This invisible face in the mirror.
Ahh.. well... don't know where that one came from. But I hope you like it nonetheless
R&R!