I own DN Angel! Wait, does Kira kill liars with the-kraggg! Gaaah! I'm having a heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack! You oughtta know by now!
Contains: Abuse, violence, rape, verbal assault, and naughty language.
A slight breeze fed his steps to the front door of the Niwa house. Dark sighed, running his hand through his violet coronet. He had just ended a date with another pretty Azumano girl, and was feeling a bit restless. 'Is it just me, or are all the girls here the same?' Just as he laid his hand on the doorknob, he withdrew, and took off into the sky. Flying always helped him clear his head, and he felt like he needed to ground his energy.
Dark flew in lazy circles around the city limits for some time before he touched down on a balcony that was not his own. He slipped in easily, chuckling to himself. 'Heh—the security's so lax in this place; ironic, really.' The former thief meandered through the apartment until he came across a dimly lit office. Satoshi lay, sleeping, in front of his laptop on the desk. Dark clicked his tongue lightly, sitting next to the teen's head. He smiled wickedly, and bent down to the young Commander's ear. "SATOSHI!" The blue-crested head shot up as he yelped; his eyes were wild and unfocused. Dark was laughing his ass off.
"Bahaha! You should've seen your face!" The Hikari snorted, a very sour expression on his face. "What do you want, Dark?" He looked at the younger boy casually. "Oh, nothing… I was just in the neighborhood…" He started to swing his legs gently. Satoshi squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Oh?" "Yeah. And I thought—'Hey! I wonder how my good friend the Commander's doing!'" The teen gritted his teeth. "I see." Dark turned to him, a little more serious this time. "So… really. How've you been? Especially now that the blonde terror is gone."
The blue-haired boy removed his hand, glancing up at purple eyes. He frowned a bit. "What? Don't tell me you miss him!" "No, no. But… my body does, I guess. Like something's not quite right." The phantom nodded in understanding. "Yeah—the same thing happens to Daisuke when I'm gone for a while." "Or maybe it's just guilt." Dark was surprised. "Guilt? You mean you feel bad?" "Dark, you—" He sighed. "I know my… 'father.' You have no idea what he's capable of." The former thief looked at his feet. "Well… it's nothing Krad can't handle, right?"
Something tickled at the back of Satoshi's mind. Gnawing at him like a spider. Something pertaining to what he'd read about the Cinch of Docility. He ignored it, though. "Dark—I have school in… seven hours." "Ah. I guess I can't deprive my little Dai's 'bf' of his beauty sleep!" Dark hopped down and fluffed Satoshi's hair, earning him a sharp glare and a punch to the shoulder. "Ha! You punch like a girl! See ya later!" And like the wind, he was gone.
'The Cinch for Control… white abyss… light of dark… vetis chûthel set vÿeen…' Satoshi shook his head, as though to clear these thoughts from his mind. He needed more sleep; that was for sure.
"Aaugh!" Krad gagged as Kei thrust his penis ruthlessly into his throat. The blonde was on his knees as Hiwatari stood before him, hands clutched tightly around his head. A minute later, Kei pulled the angel from him, tossing the thin form to the floor. Krad whimpered, and the older man straddled his thighs. All of his instincts told him to run—he didn't want to be raped again. But he knew what would happen if he did.
The Commissioner slid his hands over Krad's torso. 'Get your hands off me, you bastard!' He wanted to fight so badly, but he was… powerless. 'Weak.' A tear slipped down his cheek as the other man pulled his 'clothing' off and flipped him over. He cried out as he was penetrated—his pre-existing wounds had barely started to clot, much less heal. The hard wood of the floor scratched against his face as Kei viciously drove into him. 'I wish… I wish…' A brief flash of his tamer's face entered his mind, followed by anger and hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut as he rode out Hiwatari's incursion.
When the man finished, he let Krad's body flop back to the floor. He stood, looking down on the angel with disdain. "You're disgusting. Filthy slut. Go bathe yourself, you pig." 'You're the pig.' When Krad didn't answer, he kicked him in the hip. "Ah!" "What was that?" "Ye… yes, master." The man sneered. "Good." He turned out of the room, locking the angel in once again.
The blonde cried silently as he dragged himself to the bathroom. Tremors rippled through Krad's body as he bathed. He fought desperately to push back his thoughts. 'You let this happen. You brought it on yourself.' 'You're weak. Pitiful.' "No!" His hands flew over his ears as he shook his head, willing the intrusive thoughts away. "I'mnot weak, I am…" He touched the collar. 'This. It's this thing that makes me weak. If not for the collar, then He would be a rotting corpse… but what can I…' Krad smiled to himself. 'I will escape. I have always. He will not break me. The damned Hikari could never break me, and neither will this wretched, sleazy bastard.'
A short chapter. Yes. But it's a chapter! So... it's the little things. It's been forever. I am sorry.
I really am trying, and I had this idea that I would like, get the whole thing written and then just post a chapter once a week and all that, but... well. I do have a lot written-about 16,000 words. Thing is, what I've written is episodic, and I have trouble filling in the gaps. I wrote the Epilogue a year ago. Not even close to needing it. But I did write another chapter's worth this week, and I'm pushing myself on this.
I hate leaving you guys hanging, because I hate abandoned fics just as much as anybody else. So for those of you still around-thanks for reading! And use me as living proof if an English professor ever tells you there is no such thing as writer's block.