Disclaimer: Pissshhh. I wish.

A.N. Yo! I just want to say that I was very amused by the tons of guesses as to what the "disease" was. You guys make my day. I love you all. Oh, and all of you were WRONG. Oh well. it will be revealed soon enough. Don't worry. And as for the poll, To-To is still winning. I'm not very thrilled by this, seeing as I had a totally awesome (and depressing) idea for Takeshi, but I can make it work. I'll think of something. Don't worry.

Chapter 7

Questions Dreaded

Daisuke ran his hand through his hair again. His mother stood washing dishes not ten paces in front of him. Why was it so hard to walk not even ten stupid paces?

He needed to ask her; she was the only one who knew the answer. But asking would reveal too much, and he didn't want to betray Dark. He fingered his latest injury, courtesy of Krad. A bite mark on his left shoulder. The blond knew how to bite without breaking the skin pretty well. He guessed his curse had liked it. Only guessed. He hadn't been awake to see. His main concern at the moment was Dark's safety. What would Krad do when he got bored of the purple haired? Would he kill him when he was least expecting it? There were endless possibilities.

His second concern was what was happening to his body without his consent. All these marks in strange places. How he had to limp into the shower every morning. The times he woke up covered in God knows what because Krad had gone so hard that Dark had no energy to clean himself up before flying home. It was his body. Not Darks. He was being treated like a whore. It wasn't fair. He couldn't let Satoshi have what he wanted, because all he could think about was what Krad had done. Was Satoshi just as much a sadist? It scared him. A lot. And he hated it. It was all Krad's fault.

What was his motive, anyway? Was this all for Dark? Or was there something else? There had to be. His first thought was that he was doing this to hurt Satoshi and him (they think alike, don't they). But that came less and less likely. If it was for them, he would time out the "attacks", striking when they thought everything was fine again (Satoshi had reasoned it out at lunch one day). So what was it?!

"Mom?" he called,somewhat hoping that she didn't hear him.

She turned curiously anyway, holding a sponge to a plate, stilled in its scrubbing. "Yeah, Dai?"

He scratched the back of his head. Thank Kami-sama that Dark was asleep. "Um... If Dark's feelings of love are returned, he will be sent into the Black Wings, right?"

"Not necessarily," said Emiko, placing the plate in the sink and turning to lean against it. She crossed her arms. "If he loves someone, and that person loves him back, he will not be sent back. If that person knows about you and either loves you too or doesn't care, then he will be sent back. Same the other way."

"Well, um... what if Dark and Krad loved each other?"

His mother gaped at him. "... Uh... I'm not sure. It's never happened before." Then she leaned forward. "Daisuke, did something happen between Dark and Krad?"

The redhead blushed. "N-No.! It's nothing!" He turned to run up the stairs, but his arm was pulled back. He whipped his head around to see his father. He hadn't known that Kosuke was home.

"Daisuke, tell us what happened. This is not only a dangerous topic for you, but also for Dark."

Daisuke took a deep breath, feeling tears well in his eyes. Dark, I am so sorry. A second later, he started to spill the entire story.

...Later that night...

Dark pulled his black hoodie over his high-collar shirt as he stepped out of Daisuke's room. Emiko passed him a slip of paper showing what he would be stealing and where he would steal it from.

"This place? Okay, but I thought all the Hikari artwork was burned in a fire here. Can you believe how cold it's getting?"

Emiko smiled as Kosuke cast a weary glance over his book. To-To gave Dark a hug. "Don't die, okay?" Why did she tell him that every time he went to do his job? He turned on his heel. "Well, I'm off—"

"Are you going to meet Krad again today, Dark?" called Kosuke casually. The thief stopped dead. He turned his head slowly, a scowl darkening his face. "What was that?"

Daisuke's father closed his book. "Dai was worried about what would happen to you if you loved him."

Dark nodded in understanding. "Oh, I see. He's been worried about that for a while." He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

Emiko touched his arm. He flinched away. "Dark, we're worried about you. And Daisuke. This is a very dangerous setup for the both of you. What happens if you fall in love with him?"

"But I won't.This is Krad, you guys!" He looked at them both as if they were idiots. "No one in there right mind would love him!"

"What happens if he falls in love with you?"

Dark's eyes widened for a second before he tore them from their faces. "He won't... " His voice was barely audible. Why... did it hurt when he said that?

"And why wouldn't he?" said Kosuke quietly. He pushed his book farther away from him as he leaned forward in his chair.

Dark sighed. "'Cause no one in their right mind would love me." Emiko tried to comfort him again, but he narrowly dodged the touch. He walked through the door and slammed it shut.

"Two of a kind..." mumbled Kosuke thoughtfully as his wife looked at him as if her heart had just broken in two. "No one in their right mind, huh?" He stood up, suddenly remembering a book in his bedroom.

...Rooftop an hour later...

Krad walked up the final steps to the roof silently. He checked himself once more. No blood seemed to be visible. The killing had been swift, blood shed at a minimum. But there had still been enough to quench his craving. He had been angry. Uncontrollable rage was taking over his entire being. And the only thing that could calm that fire was blood. Blood. His anti drug.

He had been angry at Satoshi. For touching HIS Dark. At least, that was the first thing. Then it was the things that were exchanged between the two. The words that were shadowed a second later by jealousy. Dark knew he was using him? Knew that he was letting out his frustration on him? Was he? This was news to Krad. Did he have a say in what he was doing?

But what was he doing? Was he using him? Is that what it was called nowadays? He didn't technically know what he was doing anymore. He knew it wasn't frustration, because when he was frustrated he would just kill until he no longer knew what he was killing for in the first place. He would just sit and let the red fury blind his vision.

And, in a way, he was using Dark to feel something other than hatred and anger. He wasn't quite sure if it was working or not. The times he was with the purple haired, he wouldn't let him leave without fucking him first. Then he would leave. Recently, however, he found that he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay with Dark and just be in the same place as him.

Then he was unbearably angry at how things were going with the kaito. How Dark was doing way more for him than he realized. He was dealing with a building conflict with Daisuke-sama, a complicating crossroad of the two relationships, fear of the outcomes of such an insane setup, and his (Krad's) sadism and almost bipolar mood swings. He had to deal with all of it because Krad didn't care. And he did nothing to repay him. Nothing to say thank you. And he was just so angry with himself for not being caring enough to at least say thank you. He wanted to make him happy—

Stop. Rewind. No. He didn't. That was the problem. If only he had the emotions to want something like that than maybe he would at least try. As much as he wished for and killed for the feelings that everyone but him possessed, he only realized that he wouldn't even know if he was experiencing one. But he knew. Knew with great hatred that there was no possibility that he ever would.

And, for all those reasons and oh so far more, he had taken another life. The blood had felt good between his fingers and had tasted good as it ran into his mouth and had smelled good as the flat of the knife brushed the tip of his nose and had looked good as it gushed past the horrified eyelids of his victim and had sounded oh so good as it splattered his angelic face.

He rounded the corner, finding Dark leaning against the rail, staring at the pale full moon. He turned, sensing Krad's presence, and gave him an arrogant smile and a wink. And all of Krad's blood lust fell away.

KDSD..KDSD

A.N. I know, I know, it was an extremely short chapter, but I thought it would be best to end it this way. I haven't written in Krad's point of view for this reason. Surprised he doesn't have an ulterior motive? And, as you can see, his character runs far deeper than the rest. Can Dark pull him out of this abyss? Who knows. Disease revealed next chapter! BLC out!