Final Fight for Love

Warnings: this story is what we in the fanfiction world like to call YAOI. Now for those of you who do not know what Yaoi is let me explain. You see normally when a boy falls in love he falls in love with a girl and vise versa. On occasion however, a boy will fall in love with another boy or a girl falls in love with another girl. Yaoi is the action of two males falling in love with one another (and well later on going through with the actions of that love A.K.A sex). And contrary to popular belief here in the U.S. it is a good thing.

Disclaimers: As you should all know I am in no way shape or form the owner of D N Angel if I was things would be slightly different and it would have to me rated M because of male lovin' lol.

Series: 1/7 approx. (incomplete)

Satoshi sat on the corner of his bed and looked at Daisuke with doleful eyes. How did this happen, when had he first realized that he was in love with the youth that was now occupying his bed? Why did thing have to turn out the way they did? Why wouldn't he wake up, it's been four days already?

Daisuke Niwa, tamer for the legendary phantom thief Dark Mousy, lay motionless upon the bed. His skin almost matching the snow white of the sheets that now covered him. He was sporting several wraps on his arms and face. What was visible of his skin was marred with splashes of blues, purples, and light yellows. His red hair was now devoid of its normal spiky shape and was limply framing his delicate face. Satoshi sighed as he rose from the bed to look at his own reflection in the mirror that was hanging on the wall across from the bed.

He was not in much better shape than his friend. His skin was pale, although not quite as pale as Daisuke's. He too was painted in blues and purples. He ran a hand over his chest feeling the cloth that covered the long thick gash that ran from his collarbone across his chest and down the left side of his hip to the outside of his thigh. He had been stiff from this wound for days but it was nothing compared to the hell that Daisuke was put through.

Fighting seemed to be all that they were doing for the last few weeks. Whenever their bodies were recovered enough so as not to kill the tamers, Krad and Dark would go at it not worrying about the outcome… the amount of time it took for the body to heal, it was getting longer and longer. They didn't seem to worry about the stress that they put their tamers under. The only thing that mattered was killing the other.

It had taken all of Satoshi's strength to not let Krad kill Dark and vice versa. It was not worth another's death… not an innocent… not Daisuke. Satoshi sighed. He was tiring of all of this fighting. Every day the same thing. He wished it would just end. Looking down on the chiffonnier he began to finger the sharp letter opener that lay there… inviting him to use it.

Thoughts like these had filled his mind for the passed few days. The fact that he was unable to keep a hold on the evil angel of ice that lived within him. The fact that he had hurt Daisuke worse this time that any other time he had been forced to fight with the object of his affection. Not only that but the guilt that was caused by it. He felt that if he could end it all everyone would be better off in the long run. The feud between the Niwa and Hikari families would end. Daisuke could get back to living a semi normal life. Krad would be gone for good, unable to harm anyone ever again. Lastly it would mean that he would never have to live with the pain of knowing that he was the one that hurt Daisuke.

Satoshi knew that no matter how much he wanted to kill himself he could not. He was too weak. He valued his so-called life too much, which in his opinion was rather ironic. It was a live that was cursed and yet valued. He was always considered the strong type. The kind of person who could get what they wanted, he needed no one and was completely independent by the age of 14. And yet if he was so strong then why couldn't he find the strength to take his life? Satoshi picked up the letter opener and looked longingly at it. He watched it as it mocked him, knowing that he would never use it.

He proceeded to pull up one of his sleeves and looked at the clean canvas that it provided him. He placed the point of the letter opener on his arm just above the main vein, and pushed down. He savored the pain that came with it as the sharp edge pierced his skin and he watched in amazement as a small stream of blood began to drain from his wrist and fell to the ground. He dragged the blade across his arm watching with interests as the red river grew bigger.

You know Satoshi-sama if you don't cover that up you'll bleed to death and-

"And if I bleed to death no one will care, you'll be gone and the world will be a safer place."

Is that what you think will happen. Poor diluted little boy. Krad laughed in the back of Satoshi's mind. You may think that no one would care but what of the boy over there?

"Niwa… he would be better off in the long run, after all it would get rid of you in the process." Satoshi put the letter opener to his wrist and though for a moment. Could it really be that easy, to end his life right now?

Satoshi-sama you have heard him just as much as I have over these past few days. It is you that he is calling out for. It is your name that is on his lips when he is sleeping, when he is most vulnerable. Can you really kill yourself and be sure that you are not hurting him in the long run. Satoshi paused in his actions. After all it is not that uncommon is it. A young man losses the love of his life so he commits suicide?

"What makes you think that he loves me? You are just saying this so that you can live, it is nothing more than a sad plea from a man who faced with his own death."

Perhaps you are right. After all I am the demon that lives within you and as much as I may hate it I too am dependent on someone. I need you to live so that I can live. However all I would need to do is overtake your body, a simple matter when your mind is so weak. Satoshi loosened his grip on the letter opener and glanced over at Daisuke. Oh don't worry I'll make sure to make his death a quick one. That is unless you would like to put the letter opener away, in which case I may just let him live.

Satoshi sighed as he let the letter opener drop to the ground. Perhaps it was not that he was too weak but that there were other forces that were working against him. He could hear the manic laughter coming from the darkest parts of his mind. He admitted defeat and walked back over to Daisuke.

He looked so frail lying there. Satoshi pushed aside the stray hairs that were covering his face. It wasn't until several drops of blood landed on Daisuke's face that Satoshi realized he was still bleeding, rather profusely at that.

Satoshi grabbed the was cloth from the basin of water he was using to clean Daisuke's face with and put it over the wound applying pressure so that it would stop bleeding, but to no avail. The fact that the wash cloth was still wet from being in the water made the wound bleed more.

Satoshi sighed as he searched through his cabinets for some more gauze however he knew that he wouldn't find any, between the two of them they had used all of them. His head began to ache as the search wore on.

Having found nothing useful in the bathroom, Satoshi went downstairs to see what he could find. By now the room was spinning at a rapid rate that was making him sick to his stomach. Glancing around the kitchen Satoshi spotted a deep green dishtowel. He reached for it and at the same moment fell to the floor as another wave of dizziness washed over him. At that the world became dark and his world was thrust into complete darkness.

(A/N) I am sorry to leave it off at such a cliffhanger. OK now you all know what to do. Drop me a line telling me if you liked it, hated it, or if you are indifferent. After I receive enough reviews. I aim for 10 per chapter (it rarely works though). All reviews are welcome.

Thank you all

Irish Kaoru