*Warnings*
This chapter contains shounen ai (just a wee bit ^__^) and torture. Also,
it's the last chapter of this fic. Sorry for making everyone wait for this
chapter for so long.
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'It's out of my hands' Chapter four ~The Final Chapter~
The sun was shining, which made the lake they were staring at so much more appealing to swim in. Daisuke giggled as he took his shoes and socks off. The moist grass felt great, the warm sunlight felt amazing, it was good to be alive. He stared at the blue haired boy. Satoshi stared back and smiled. All of a sudden, a fog crept over the lake and slowly started to surround the pair. Daisuke closed his eyes when he heard someone shout. As soon as he had opened his eyes again, he was back in that damp place. A desperate scream filled the basement.
"Scream all you want, little redhead. It's sweet music to me. In fact, I want you to scream a tad louder. Could you do that for me?" Krad whispered the last six words into the young boy's ear. When Daisuke didn't answer, he continued.
"So what shall we do now. So much to do and so little time! Oh...wait. There's plenty of time. Your mum thinks you're with my Satoshi-sama anyway. I saw the note you left her, real sweet. I wonder, do you also taste sweet? I bet you do..."
Krad grabbed the boy's hair and yanked his head back. The blonde grinned when he heard Daisuke moan softly. One hand disappeared under the redhead's bloodstained and slightly torn shirt
The psycho bastard grinned maliciously as he grabbed one of the sharp metal objects and struck the boy in his gut, carefully avoiding any of the redhead's vital organs.
Krad enjoyed the fact that his captive tried his best not to scream out in pain
"Why don't you call for the so called amazing phantom thief, Dark? You'd make it a lot easier on yourself."
Daisuke really wanted to reply with something smart like "I don't want him traumatised after seeing your ugly face" but his brains refused to make his lips move. Instead of the witty remark soft mumbling escaped his lips, barely audible.
"How touching." The sociopath said with a smile. "You don't want him to feel your pain, is that it?" Krad placed one hand against Daisuke's forehead and the other one grabbed a piece of his shirt. With one swift movement he yanked the already torn shirt from the redhead's body, leaving his flesh bare.
The deepest wound, a gash in the gut, was still bleeding profoundly. The boy knew that if Krad was planning something, there would be no way he could resist.
"-Dark, thought of a plan yet? 'Cause I don't know how much longer I can hold on-"
"-I know. I'm sorry you have to go through this, Daisuke. I can't say much right now, but this might as well turn out to be o.k. –"
This confused the wounded boy. "-What do you mean?-" "-...-" "-Dark!-"
There was no time to question Dark further as Krad was being his psycho self again. The blonde leaned over the tired redhead. He caressed the boy's skin, making him shiver. His index finger stopped near the deep cut in the gut. Krad slowly pushed his finger inside the wound. He thoroughly enjoyed the cries poor Daisuke let out. He pulled his finger out again. Blood poured out of the wound. The insane sadist smiled and started to draw lines with the blood coming out of Daisuke's wound.
"Who needs paint anyway?" He said, clearly amused.
Daisuke was obviously near passing out because of the amount of blood he'd lost. Krad was about to continue the torture, when a broken, blue haired boy finally broke his silence.
"-Please...no more.-"
"-Now why would I end this, my sweet Satoshi-sama.-"
"-I will do what you say. I'll surrender. I'll be yours. But please stop this.-"
"-No. I will not.-"
Despair
"-...Why?-"
"-Because I can. Because I enjoy it. Because you are already mine. And it's a lesson you needed to learn. You cannot stop me anymore. So give up, Satoshi-sama. It will all be over soon.-"
"-No! Please, Krad!-"
Of course, Krad didn't reply. Instead, he let poor Satoshi watch his classmate being tortured. The smell of cigarette smoke and burnt human flesh filled his nostrils. The blue haired boy wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He could do nothing.
Satoshi crawled back into one of the dark corners of the sadistic psycho's mind. Every now and then Krad showed him bits and pieces of what he was doing to the redhead. But there was no response. Pretty soon, the sociopath left him alone, drifting in silence and pain.
Daisuke cried out in pain after another cigarette burned into his skin. Suddenly he opened his big eyes. A determined look appeared on his face. He stared straight into Krad's malicious eyes and said: "Hiwatari-kun...I mean...Satoshi, it's not your fault." And with those words, Daisuke passed out.
A broken boy, curled up like a ball in the back of Krad's psychotic mind, saw his childhood passing by. Memory after memory, he felt either used or unwanted. And immensely alone. All he wanted to do right now was simply give up. Give in to everything Krad ever told him to do. All of a sudden, a picture appeared in between all of his dark memories. Warmth spread through his body. The picture showed a smiling Daisuke. Smiling at him. "Satoshi...it's not your fault."
"His voice?" He thought. The blue haired boy sighed.
"It's out of my hands." Satoshi murmured drowsily. "I guess I can't be in control of this. I'll have to trust Daisuke."
As soon as he had let go of his fear, a new feeling crept over the boy, covering him like a warm blanket. And slowly, as if he found a long forgotten strength, he felt the dangerous blonde's power fading. Luckily, Krad was too busy to notice the slight change in strength, the shift that had taken place.
Meanwhile, Krad had taken another one of his sharp shiny metal objects, a saw-like knife and was playing around with it. He stared at the unconscious redhead, walked towards him, kneeled and played with those red hairs for a bit. He held the sharp knife dangerously close to Daisuke's face.
"-Krad, guess what?-"
Satoshi didn't wait for the dangerous blonde to respond. With his renewed strength he was finally able to push Krad back into his mind and take back his body again.
And there he was. Bleeding. Unconscious. A few teardrops fell from his blue eyes when he saw his love lying there. He knelt down and checked his classmate's pulse. He moved his head towards Daisuke's ear and whispered softly, "I trust you. Thank you for teaching me that." One teardrop fell on the redhead's cheek. A barely audible cry escaped the boy's lips. Satoshi smiled.
"Ah, you're awake?"
Daisuke, hearing Satoshi's voice, turned his head and opened his eyes. He smiled his usual sweet smile and said with a gentle yet firm voice
"Satoshi, I'm glad that I'm able to tell you now, that I love you, with all my heart."
With the last bit of strength, Daisuke managed to move his head towards his love. With one passionate kiss, they sealed their fates.
The End
'It's out of my hands' Chapter four ~The Final Chapter~
The sun was shining, which made the lake they were staring at so much more appealing to swim in. Daisuke giggled as he took his shoes and socks off. The moist grass felt great, the warm sunlight felt amazing, it was good to be alive. He stared at the blue haired boy. Satoshi stared back and smiled. All of a sudden, a fog crept over the lake and slowly started to surround the pair. Daisuke closed his eyes when he heard someone shout. As soon as he had opened his eyes again, he was back in that damp place. A desperate scream filled the basement.
"Scream all you want, little redhead. It's sweet music to me. In fact, I want you to scream a tad louder. Could you do that for me?" Krad whispered the last six words into the young boy's ear. When Daisuke didn't answer, he continued.
"So what shall we do now. So much to do and so little time! Oh...wait. There's plenty of time. Your mum thinks you're with my Satoshi-sama anyway. I saw the note you left her, real sweet. I wonder, do you also taste sweet? I bet you do..."
Krad grabbed the boy's hair and yanked his head back. The blonde grinned when he heard Daisuke moan softly. One hand disappeared under the redhead's bloodstained and slightly torn shirt
The psycho bastard grinned maliciously as he grabbed one of the sharp metal objects and struck the boy in his gut, carefully avoiding any of the redhead's vital organs.
Krad enjoyed the fact that his captive tried his best not to scream out in pain
"Why don't you call for the so called amazing phantom thief, Dark? You'd make it a lot easier on yourself."
Daisuke really wanted to reply with something smart like "I don't want him traumatised after seeing your ugly face" but his brains refused to make his lips move. Instead of the witty remark soft mumbling escaped his lips, barely audible.
"How touching." The sociopath said with a smile. "You don't want him to feel your pain, is that it?" Krad placed one hand against Daisuke's forehead and the other one grabbed a piece of his shirt. With one swift movement he yanked the already torn shirt from the redhead's body, leaving his flesh bare.
The deepest wound, a gash in the gut, was still bleeding profoundly. The boy knew that if Krad was planning something, there would be no way he could resist.
"-Dark, thought of a plan yet? 'Cause I don't know how much longer I can hold on-"
"-I know. I'm sorry you have to go through this, Daisuke. I can't say much right now, but this might as well turn out to be o.k. –"
This confused the wounded boy. "-What do you mean?-" "-...-" "-Dark!-"
There was no time to question Dark further as Krad was being his psycho self again. The blonde leaned over the tired redhead. He caressed the boy's skin, making him shiver. His index finger stopped near the deep cut in the gut. Krad slowly pushed his finger inside the wound. He thoroughly enjoyed the cries poor Daisuke let out. He pulled his finger out again. Blood poured out of the wound. The insane sadist smiled and started to draw lines with the blood coming out of Daisuke's wound.
"Who needs paint anyway?" He said, clearly amused.
Daisuke was obviously near passing out because of the amount of blood he'd lost. Krad was about to continue the torture, when a broken, blue haired boy finally broke his silence.
"-Please...no more.-"
"-Now why would I end this, my sweet Satoshi-sama.-"
"-I will do what you say. I'll surrender. I'll be yours. But please stop this.-"
"-No. I will not.-"
Despair
"-...Why?-"
"-Because I can. Because I enjoy it. Because you are already mine. And it's a lesson you needed to learn. You cannot stop me anymore. So give up, Satoshi-sama. It will all be over soon.-"
"-No! Please, Krad!-"
Of course, Krad didn't reply. Instead, he let poor Satoshi watch his classmate being tortured. The smell of cigarette smoke and burnt human flesh filled his nostrils. The blue haired boy wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He could do nothing.
Satoshi crawled back into one of the dark corners of the sadistic psycho's mind. Every now and then Krad showed him bits and pieces of what he was doing to the redhead. But there was no response. Pretty soon, the sociopath left him alone, drifting in silence and pain.
Daisuke cried out in pain after another cigarette burned into his skin. Suddenly he opened his big eyes. A determined look appeared on his face. He stared straight into Krad's malicious eyes and said: "Hiwatari-kun...I mean...Satoshi, it's not your fault." And with those words, Daisuke passed out.
A broken boy, curled up like a ball in the back of Krad's psychotic mind, saw his childhood passing by. Memory after memory, he felt either used or unwanted. And immensely alone. All he wanted to do right now was simply give up. Give in to everything Krad ever told him to do. All of a sudden, a picture appeared in between all of his dark memories. Warmth spread through his body. The picture showed a smiling Daisuke. Smiling at him. "Satoshi...it's not your fault."
"His voice?" He thought. The blue haired boy sighed.
"It's out of my hands." Satoshi murmured drowsily. "I guess I can't be in control of this. I'll have to trust Daisuke."
As soon as he had let go of his fear, a new feeling crept over the boy, covering him like a warm blanket. And slowly, as if he found a long forgotten strength, he felt the dangerous blonde's power fading. Luckily, Krad was too busy to notice the slight change in strength, the shift that had taken place.
Meanwhile, Krad had taken another one of his sharp shiny metal objects, a saw-like knife and was playing around with it. He stared at the unconscious redhead, walked towards him, kneeled and played with those red hairs for a bit. He held the sharp knife dangerously close to Daisuke's face.
"-Krad, guess what?-"
Satoshi didn't wait for the dangerous blonde to respond. With his renewed strength he was finally able to push Krad back into his mind and take back his body again.
And there he was. Bleeding. Unconscious. A few teardrops fell from his blue eyes when he saw his love lying there. He knelt down and checked his classmate's pulse. He moved his head towards Daisuke's ear and whispered softly, "I trust you. Thank you for teaching me that." One teardrop fell on the redhead's cheek. A barely audible cry escaped the boy's lips. Satoshi smiled.
"Ah, you're awake?"
Daisuke, hearing Satoshi's voice, turned his head and opened his eyes. He smiled his usual sweet smile and said with a gentle yet firm voice
"Satoshi, I'm glad that I'm able to tell you now, that I love you, with all my heart."
With the last bit of strength, Daisuke managed to move his head towards his love. With one passionate kiss, they sealed their fates.
The End