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I never thought fate could be so cruel…

(Daaark…Tell me..) Daisuke whined uncharacteristically.

((Fine. But…)) Dark sighed. ((Never mind.))

((Somewhere between our rebirths, we met Fate. I was reckless, and I insulted her in my arrogance.))

"Fate? I make my own!" Dark mocked.

The woman before him glowered in anger. She pointed a bony finger at him. "You will pay for your actions, dear child, and you will lose everything you have."

"TRY ME!" Dark declared stubbornly, leaving Krad alone with Fate in the darkness that was Kokuyoku, going into a deep sleep.

Krad thought hard. "Please, you can't…He mustn't… You must forgive him." Krad begged.

Fate cackled like the mad person she was. Her bony fingers ran over Krad's pale smooth skin.

"You, my beauty, care for him so? Such a fool is a waste of your majesty."

"He's… Don't let him bear the consequences." Krad replies softly.

"My dear, what have you to offer me?"

"We're two sides of the same coin. We are, in essentiality, one. Take what you want, but leave him alone."

"Take what I want? Anything I want, my dear? I'll claim your sanity first." She smiled, her wrinkled skin scrunching up.

"…As long as you don't let him bear any consequences."

"You poor thing…So wretched in love… What curse has befallen you to let Cupid strike such a misery on you?" Fate shook her head, smiling, and disappeared.

(Wait, if you were asleep, how did you know of this?)

((Fate told me herself…right after she claimed Krad's sanity. By then, it was too late to do anything to redeem myself.))

(Is there any way to allow Krad to regain his sanity?)

((Yes…))

(Well, what is it?)

((Only Krad knows.))

OoOoOoO

The snow queen and Fate having tea was quite a sight. On one side of the table sat a woman of unequalled beauty in the prime of her time, while on the other end sat a wrinkled woman unequalled in age.

"Isolda, do you have a request of me?" Fate drank from her tea, and it was a warm comfort in the cold palace made of crystal clear ice.

"Fate, do you remember that blond whose sanity you had stolen?"

"Of course. How could I forget?" Fate's eyebrows rose. "Do you want him to be one of your minions? I could easily arrange for that, dearest sister."

"No, no." Isolda replied hastily. "I wish him to be my…king." She said hesitantly, afraid her sister would laugh.

Fate dropped her glass and stared at Isolda. "My sister…who has a heart of ice…has fallen in love?"

Isolda looked down, ashamed.

"Now my dear, don't be ashamed. It's not your fault. Cupid chooses not his victims. I will arrange for it, though it is but a cruel twist in life. I will steal all his memories for you, and mind you, keep them in a box, safe and sound, where he is unable to find it." Fate put her bony hands to Isolda's beautiful porcelain skin.

"Y-you will?"

"Of course I will. By tomorrow, you shall have your king. The ice demon will belong to you."

"But if the thief comes after him? Will he remember?" Isolda answered bitterly. "Can't you ask Cupid for this one favor?"

"My dear, hush. To win this game is simple. All you must do is hide the memories within the blond's body. Therefore, one can't get to it without murdering him." Fate advised wisely.

"…Many thanks, Fate."

"My pleasure."

oOoOoOo

"Careful, careful…" Dark attempted to extract the piece without triggering the alarms.

(DARK! LOOK OUT!!)

((Huh? What the hell are you talking about -!))

Suddenly, a sharp pain was in his back. He turned around to face Krad, bleeding heavily. What he saw frightened him beyond all else.

Cruel, inhumane golden eyes stared at his purple ones with pure unadulterated hate. Instead of his usual white robe, Krad was wearing an ice blue outfit, similar to something Isolda would wear.

"Krad, what the hell…" Dark attempted to pull out the spear from behind him. He grimaced in pain as he removed it. No sooner than he had done that, Krad grabbed him by the throat and pushed him up against the wall. Dark gasped for air.

"KRAD!! What's wrong with you?! Have you lost it completely?!"

"I'm a monster, am I not? Why should a monster care about such petty little thieves' lives?" Krad tightened his grip around Dark's neck, and only swatted Wiz away. Dark knew he was going to die if someone didn't come and interfere.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone…Least of all you." Dark whispered, struggling.

"Hurt…me?" Krad's eyes narrowed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Dark's eyes widened. What in the world was going on? "Krad, this isn't funny at all."

Krad moved closer towards Dark and whispered in Dark's ear. "Since when have I ever made my sole purpose a joke?"

Dark was beginning to turn blue with no air. He gasped for air, and clawed at Krad's hand. What has happened? Krad would never have hurt him like this...would he? Wiz repeatedly jumped at Krad, who ignored the familiar, until finally, he let go. He grabbed the bloodied spear and positioned himself to impale Wiz.

Dark had never known what true fright and what a true monster is until that moment. Never had he seen something so inhuman...so cold...so emotionless. Not even in the most cruel of artworks. Not even in the most unloved of creatures. Not even in... Krad. Never...ever. What in the world is wrong with you? Have you always hated me this much?

"KRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!" Dark yelled, even through his extreme pain.