1 Ice
Sikoro
DNAngel © Yukiru Sugisaki
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"…" The ice haired boy glanced back towards the ancient art museum, his sapphire strands of hair brushing against his eyelids. Another day, another escape, another theft all plotted by the kaitou, Dark Mousy. The boy knew who Dark was; the kindly boy with the crimson hair who had taken Satoshi into consideration; the boy who welcomed the cold youth into the warmth of his arms. "…Daaku…" The sapphire haired boy whispered silently, his body continuing to pace forward.
His icy gaze had been set upon the museum even though it had gone far out of his sight. What if the boy had actually captured Dark? Would the malice demon inside arrive and take the kaitou's shadow form into a depth of Hell? Satoshi quickly darted his eyes away, his feet stopping in the center of the road. It was the thought of the demon that had forced the child to stop his meaningless walk to the apartment in which he lived.
"Why do you even exist…?" Satoshi uttered, hearing the demon's reply in the depths, in the cobwebs of his mind.
'Is there really an answer to that, Satoshi-sama? Is there an answer in why I want you to be mine?' The ice master whispered softly into thought, Satoshi's spine tingling with a sudden yet brisk coldness.
"…" The teen turned his head to the side and continued to walk forward. He knew why the demon, Krad, would be in his body. He knew why the fiend would never leave his mind. It was the fact the creature knew everything there is to be about the Hikari line. He knew everything about the ancient battle against the kaitou, and Satoshi's care and love for the kaitou's half, Niwa Daisuke.
He knew everything about the boy.
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note: Uhh… so irritably short, I know. But uh… it's my first fic for DNAngel and damn does it suck =D Lol… why the hell did I bother to write it Oo; I dunno… but uh… I hope to erh… write a longer version once I begin to really understand DNAngel… but erh…
Damn do I suck at these mini author notes oo;
Sikoro
DNAngel © Yukiru Sugisaki
~
"…" The ice haired boy glanced back towards the ancient art museum, his sapphire strands of hair brushing against his eyelids. Another day, another escape, another theft all plotted by the kaitou, Dark Mousy. The boy knew who Dark was; the kindly boy with the crimson hair who had taken Satoshi into consideration; the boy who welcomed the cold youth into the warmth of his arms. "…Daaku…" The sapphire haired boy whispered silently, his body continuing to pace forward.
His icy gaze had been set upon the museum even though it had gone far out of his sight. What if the boy had actually captured Dark? Would the malice demon inside arrive and take the kaitou's shadow form into a depth of Hell? Satoshi quickly darted his eyes away, his feet stopping in the center of the road. It was the thought of the demon that had forced the child to stop his meaningless walk to the apartment in which he lived.
"Why do you even exist…?" Satoshi uttered, hearing the demon's reply in the depths, in the cobwebs of his mind.
'Is there really an answer to that, Satoshi-sama? Is there an answer in why I want you to be mine?' The ice master whispered softly into thought, Satoshi's spine tingling with a sudden yet brisk coldness.
"…" The teen turned his head to the side and continued to walk forward. He knew why the demon, Krad, would be in his body. He knew why the fiend would never leave his mind. It was the fact the creature knew everything there is to be about the Hikari line. He knew everything about the ancient battle against the kaitou, and Satoshi's care and love for the kaitou's half, Niwa Daisuke.
He knew everything about the boy.
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note: Uhh… so irritably short, I know. But uh… it's my first fic for DNAngel and damn does it suck =D Lol… why the hell did I bother to write it Oo; I dunno… but uh… I hope to erh… write a longer version once I begin to really understand DNAngel… but erh…
Damn do I suck at these mini author notes oo;
