AN: I don't own yami…(duh).
This takes place from Satoshi kun's view. Enjoy!
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It was nearly morning when Satoshi awoke. The pale light streamed in from the window, reflected off the boy's weary face and messy, blue, bed hair.
He yawned.
Last night had been horrific.
He thought this would be over when he and Daisuke had closed off Krad and Dark; that he wouldn't have to deal with this kind of thing again....slipping more and more out of control as Krad slowly but surely took control.
But now it was back, and worse than ever.
He had to do something.
But what COULD he do? Just like last time, he had been helpless to destroy Krad, and had ended up using the Niwa boy's power....he had failed then, and he was failing here too.
"Useless," he whispered, his thoughts transfiguring themselves into words.
He bunched up his hand into a fist and punched the sheets over and over again, watching them fly up with his inpact. He could almost imagine as Krad's robes, swaying against each punch that connected. And Krad himself, howling in pain....
::Thinking nasty thoughts, are we, Satoshi saaama::, Krad drew out the syllables in Satoshi's title, laughing at the boy's annoyed response.
:Shut up,: Satoshi growled, covering his face in his hands, :Just shut up!:
And to his surprise, Krad did.
:Later then, Satoshi sama:: He smirked, crawling into the crevices of Satoshi's mind.
Satoshi sighed, he was alone....for now.
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Wah, the shortness…leave a comment if you like.