Disclamer: I don't own anything with D.N.Angel

Warnings: some violence (hope I still have the right rating) will be yaoi mean boy/boy relationship don't like don't read. they will be a little OOC...

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Chapter 6

Dark watched his master from the corner he sat. He still saw his master as the angel he had seen the first time he saw him. There was something special about his master. He wasn't like the others in Hikari family.

For the past day he had watched the angel sleep. One time the angel woke up and he gave him some water. There wasn't much water left and he needed to save it for later. His master needed it.

His eyes left his master and glanced around the room. He had never really looked at it. His eyes took in every corner of the almost empty room. Something wasn't right here. Wasn't his master the heir of the Hikari family? So way would he have a room like this? Not that he knew what kind of rooms the other family members had but he was sure that they had more things than his master.

He shook his head. Who was he to think about how his master's room looked like? He was just a slave.

A movement from the bed made his eyes walk back to the person there. His master was waking up.

He rose from his corner and walked up to the bed. He studied his master as he woke up. How could anyone that looked like an angel have a father that hit him? When he thought about it he realized that they didn't even looked like they were family. But hadn't he heard the angel said father to his former master?

A small sound made him once again turn his attention to the person on the bed. He could see how the angel slowly woke up and opened his eyes. The golden eyes were clouded and unfocused for some time before they slowly took in the surrounding.

Dark bowed his head as his master looked at his direction. He still couldn't decide what he would call him. He had three options, one, master or Hikari-sama, two, Krad – as his master wanted him too, and three, angel. Option number two was out of question even if that was what his master wanted him too. He was a slave and slaves don't call their master by name. And he couldn't go around and call his master angel either, at least not in front of him. Maybe when he was alone he could call his master angel as he was. He had saved him from his death like an angel.

So there was only one option left. He would call him master or Hikari-sama.

He felt a soft hand touch his cheek and startled he looked up. He looked up only to meet the golden eyes of his master.

"Do you need anything, master?" he asked quietly as he knew there was still someone guarding the door.

His master smiled sadly and shook his head

Dark could see the pain written in the golden eyes. He wished that he could do the same thing that the angel had done to him. The angel had healed his wound so no mark was left and he couldn't do the same thing. He couldn't heal the wounds the angel's father had caused him. He turned his eyes from his master and looked down on his hands. His master had healed his wounds – at least he thought it was his master – who else would it be? He could only guess he had done it with his hands. Could he do it too?

There had happen strange things around him sometimes but healing wounds had never been one of them.

A hand was placed on his and he looked up. His master looked at him with something strange in his eyes. He could see a question in them but couldn't figure out what the answer was or even the question.

"Master?" he asked silently. "Where is some water left, do you want it?"

The angel smiled at him again, not the sad smile he had done before. "I thought I told you to call me Krad," he said.

Dark lowered his head again. "I'm sorry master but it wouldn't be the right thing to say to you," his voice was barely a whisper. "I'm just a slave. I shouldn't even talk to you. You stand high over me, Hikari-sama."

At that the blond boy opened his eyes wide and Dark knew he had said too much. He shouldn't have said Hikari-sama he should have said master.

He took a few steps away from the bed and fell to his knees. That was something he had learned to do from his former masters, before he had ended up at the Hikari household. When he had done something he shouldn't he was suppose to kneel to get his punishment.

He stood on his knees and looked down at the floor. Waiting for his master to punish him. When nothing happen he slowly raised his eyes. He didn't raise them high enough to meet his master's eyes but high enough to see him. He still sat in the bed with wide eyes. Like he hadn't registered what had been done after he had said that name. Had he been wrong? Wasn't his master a Hikari? Wasn't the letter to him? If it wasn't why would he have it?

"Master," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

The golden eyes went to him but he still didn't say anything. Dark could feel the eyes move over him.

"Why would you call me that," his master finally said. "No one had called me that in ages. So how come you know that name?"

Dark's eyes opened wide. What was he going to tell his master? He knew he should tell the truth or he should be punished. But could he really tell his master that he had read the letter. He looked at letter he had dropped before. He was surprised that he blue haired boy that had been in the room before hadn't seen it.

Slowly he raised his eyes to meet his master's, he was going to tell the truth.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I found that on the floor and I didn't mean to look at it. But the name on it made me. I'm sorry that I read it. I didn't mean it. It was to a Krad Hikari and I though that it was you. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

He lowered his head when he stopped talking. He had told him and now all he could do was to wait, wait for the punishment he knew was to come.

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Daisuke woke up by a faint sound. He could hear someone talking not far away from where he lay. He couldn't hear what they were talking about but he could felt the angry words.

Not long after he could hear footsteps away from the slave house. Whatever had been happening was over. At least he thought so until he hear faint footstep at his direction. Hadn't they left? He turned around there he lay in the ground. There was nothing else to lie on and they had nothing to have over.

The slaves were always lying close together to shear the heat but he had come in late and hadn't been able to get close to the other slaves. He hadn't wanted to wake them up so he had lain down close to the door. If you really could call it a door as it only was an opening in the wall.

The footsteps stopped not far away from him and he slowly opened his eyes and looked up. He gasped at the person before him.

The person was quiet long and had half long blue hair. He had never seen anyone with blue hair before. His brother had purple hair but still the hair color of the person before him was not natural. It had the same color as the sky in the summer.

But that wasn't what mad him gasp at the person. It was the cloths. The cloths told him that the person before him wasn't a slave and had never been one. What was he doing there? It was obvious that this person didn't belong there.

He lowered his head. Whatever this person was doing here he didn't want to get on his wrong side. This was a person with power. Just by looking at him he could see that. But he could also see that his person didn't know about his power.

The person hadn't noticed him yet and he hoped that it would continue that way. He didn't want to be noticed. Even if he didn't feel very threaten by this person he was above him be didn't want to be noticed. He had been noticed before that evening when he was worried about his brother. He had even let that person leave with his brother.

A small sound escaped him and the person moved his eyes at his direction. If the hair had been special the eyes was too. Sky blue eyes watched him but he didn't dare to meet them.

He tried to make himself as small as possible but the eyes followed his every move. And he saw the person take a few steps closer to him.

"Are you all right?" a soft voice said. The voice was softer than he had though any voice could be. At least from anyone with power.

He gave the person a small nod before he tried to move away. He didn't want to upset the person. After all he was just a slave.

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Krad looked at the slave before him. Why did he kneel before him? He hadn't done anything wrong. Wait, he had read the letter. But he wouldn't hit him because of that. The slave had been punished more than enough already.

He wasn't surprised that the slave refused to call him by name now. There had to be a way to make him but he would force him. He would never force anyone against there will even if it was the will of a slave. But this slave was special. He had felt that when he saved him.

He watched the slave kneeling on the floor waiting for a punishment, a punishment he would never get.

Krad Hikari, he hadn't been called that for a very long time. Not since before his mother had died. Hearing it again brought back memories he didn't know he had. Memories of his childhood. It was long time since he had thought of his childhood at all. And know memories came back strongly.

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"You are my little angel," a sweet voice whispered close to his ear.

His eyes were closed and he pretended to sleep. He did that often because his mother used to talk softly to him when she thought that he was asleep.

He could feel her fingers touching his hair and she sang a sweet song. A song he had heard before but still hadn't. He was sure his mother hadn't sung it before but still it felt like he knew this song. His heart knew this song.

He let himself get lost hearing his mother's low voice singing for him. He didn't know when but he soon heard music playing along with the song. The music played in his head as he was sure his mother didn't hear it. He wanted to sing along with the song but if he did his mother wouldn't continue singing.

His mother stopped singing and the music in his head died down. He could still feel her fingers moving through his hair but no sound came from her.

He knew she was troubled, she always sat by his bed after he had fallen asleep when she was troubled. She sat longer at his bed then she was troubled as she always stayed until he fell asleep.

"I wish I know more about your life," she whispered. "I can't see your future. Something dark awaiting you but I can't see what. But know, my son, there is a light on your path and you need to find it. This light isn't what you may think but I can't say more than that and only because I don't know more."

He could hear her sniff and he realized that she was crying.

"I wish I could be there for you always but I have seen my path and it ends soon."

He could feel her lips touch his forehead before she left the room. His eyes opened and he realized that he also was crying. He may not be very old but he still understood what his mother was talking about. She was going to leave him…

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Krad blinked to clear his mind. What was that? His eyes fell on the slave on the floor before him. Had that been a memory? But how had the slave trigged that to come through?

He didn't remember that he had been lying awake listening to his mother when he was small. What was going on? But the memory felt real. And he hadn't been many years during that memory; he couldn't have been as his mother was still alive. Maybe that was the answer; he had been young enough to forget it. But, it still didn't answer why the slave brought it back?

And the song, what part did the song have? There was something special about the song that he was sure he missed. But he didn't have time to think about that now. He needed to calm the slave down. To make sure that he wasn't angry at him. How to do that was the big question.

He was already sitting on the bed and his body protested big time. What he needed to do was to go to the salve but he wasn't sure he was going to make it. His body wasn't healed and wouldn't be for days or maybe weeks and he didn't have that time. He needed to calm down the slave now or it would be too late.

While his body protested he rose from the bed and took a few steps closer to the slave.

The slave had read a private letter. How come that didn't disturb him? He should be disturbed, he was sure that had someone else done it he would have been more than disturbed but with the slave it felt right.

He stopped when he stood before the slave. He could see how the slave was frightened and was shaking. A smile formed itself on his lips as he fell to his knees – both from exhaustion and because he wanted – before the slave. He couldn't see the eyes of the slave as he held his eyes closed and directed to the floor. Slowly he moved his hand to rest on the slaves shoulder.

"Don't be scared," he whispered. He didn't want to frighten the slave more. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I'm not mad at you for reading the letter; I'm just surprised that you know how to read. There aren't many slaves out there that know how to read." He paused and looked closely at the slave. He looked like he had calmed down some but he still felt tensed.

"I'm not mad at you for calling me Hikari-sama but I prefer that you don't. It was a long time ago that I went by that name. There isn't many now days that knows about me for some reason. I don't know how or why."

He could feel the slave slowly relax under his fingers. So he continued talking.

"There is a lot in that letter I don't understand. In a way I'm happy that you read it so I don't have too keep this secret myself. I trust you…"

He stopped there as the slave looked up and met his eyes. Shock stood written in his eyes.

"How?" the slave asked. "How can you trust me? I'm just a slave."

Krad smiled to show the slave to trust him.

"There is something about you," he started. "Something that tells me to trust you. I can read it in your eyes. If I didn't trusted you I wouldn't have tried to stop Hiwatari from hurting you. I wouldn't have-. It was something that told me to rescue you, to trust you the first time I saw you. And when I healed your back I felt it again. Something told me that I already knew you…"

"Knew me?" the slave whispered. He needed to know his name soon he couldn't think of him as a slave longer. The feeling that he knew… the slave… was getting stronger and it felt wrong to call him that. But still he didn't know the slaves name and until that he had too.

Or he could call him broken angel…

Hadn't he seen a pair of broken black wings on his back on the courtyard when he had promised to get him? At least he had seen them in his mind. In a way it was a fitting name on the slave. He sure looked like an angel but he was broken. If he hadn't been he wouldn't had been a slave.

He took a long look at the sla-broken angel. It was a sad thing to see such beautiful creature broken. He wished that he could help it back on his feet. How to do that was to set him free. It was steep one. He wasn't going to be his master.

But too set the broken angel free he had to find a way to remove the brand. No free man would bear a brand. He had to remove it; he had succeeded on removing the whip marks, which had probably saved the slave from death. But he hadn't succeeded to heal the brand when his fingers moved over it.

It was strange that he had been able to remove such wounds as whip marks but he had with just his fingers.

He was going to try to remove the brand but at the moment he was too weak. His injuries were reminding themselves and he started to have difficulties to breathe.

His eyes focused one again at the broken angel. He started to learn the name. On his lips a small smile formed by the though.

He could see a feeling he couldn't place in the eyes of the broken angel. But the feeling he got from the broken angel was once again calm. Wait, since when had he been able to know what another person was feeling?

He mentally shook his head to clear it. He didn't want to frighten the slave again.

"Yes," he said as an answer to the question the slave had asked before. He was a little surprised that he remembered it at all. "It feels like I have known you since the day I was born. And the feeling grows stronger for every passing moment."

The strange feeling in the slave's eyes was gone and replaced by a look of shock. And mentally he noted he was back calling him slave again.

"I don't understand," the broken angel whispered. "You trust me like I was you equal. How can you trust a slave like that?"

"But that's it," he said and smiled. "You are no slave. Not anymore."

If he had thought that the sla-broken angel couldn't be more surprised he would have been surprised. The eyes of the broken angel grew wide and the mouth tried to say something but failed.

"What!"

Krad smiled. After a few minutes the broken angel had formed a word. The word he had expected.

"No one is your master but yourself," he said slowly before his injuries again made themselves reminded and his eyes started to blur. Before he knew what was happen his world grew black.

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Before Dark could react the blond angel fell to the floor. What had just happen? Why did the angel faint?

He shook his head and moved closer to the angel. He was back calling him angel.

As he came closer he could see that the angel barely breathed. Before he knew what he was doing he moved the angel to his back. With a sigh he saw the blond breath easier but still not normal. What was he going to do? There had to be something he could to. He had to help his master.

Master… the angel had told him that no one was his master but him. What did he mean with that? The angel was his master, wasn't he?

He shook his head; he hadn't time to think about that now. He needed to save the angel.

The wind that blew from the window made his mind clear and he placed his hand on the angel's chest before he closed his eyes.

His body moved without him doing anything and something started to form under his fingers. He couldn't open his eyes to see what as he couldn't control them. He couldn't control any part of his body. Something else did.

His fingers moved slowly over the angel's chest and removing the shirt he was wearing. He could feel the smooth skin underneath but he couldn't let his mind get lost because of that.

As his fingers moved over the angel's body he wished he could see it. Wish he could see the body that felt so nice…

His hand stopped over the angel's heart and something else formed under his hands. Something strong and he felt this something, this power – energy – move from his hands into the angel's body making him breathe easier.

He opened his eyes and took in the sight. His hands were right over the angel's heart touching the smooth skin and between his hands and the angel's chest a dark light was spread. Not a light healing light but something dark. Like dark energy. He wanted to pull away but his body didn't allow him.

What was he doing? Was he killing the angel? He couldn't be doing that could he? Please say that he didn't.

He looked up to the angel's face and to his relief he could see that the angel now breathed normally.

He slowly removed his hands as the light was gone and stared down on the angel. What had happen? He didn't understand, he had someway healed the angel. He was sure he had. Not only had he helped the blond to breathe again but he had healed the wounds that someone had inflicted on him.

He bowed his head beside the angel. His energy was low. But he had to get the angel back to his bed. While his body protested he lifted the angel up and carried him to the bed. When he tried to move from there someone grabbed him around his waist and pulled him down to the bed.

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A lone figure stood staring down the water. He had seen what he wanted. The two heirs had found each other. They would seen starting there quest and the kingdom would once again know what the word peace meant. But there was still a long way to go and the two heirs had much in their way. Too much.

There was much they still didn't knew, that they needed to but they were going to get clues on their way. In less than a month their quest was to begin and it was going to begin in the worst place ever.

In the hands of the evil king.

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A/N: SORRY! took forever to get this chapter out I know and I really don't have any exuce. more that my insperation has disapeared somewhere and I have been restless.still am. I'm glad that I finnaly got this chaper out and for you who remined me thak you as you got me to write :) and thanks for all the kind review I have been getting, you help me a lot. and finally if you have any ideas on what can happen in the story tell me and I maybe have some use for them as my ideas starting to get less and less... anyway I will try to write faster I promies but I still don't know when next chapter will be out... please review and I will see you in the next chapter bye