Loss of Innocence

Rating; PG-13

Warnings; Yaoi, but not the way the title implies. Contains JakxErol, JakxDark Jak, and Dark JakxErol if you want to think of it that way.

A/N; OMG! I'm so sorry for taking such a long time! I've had school and I've been sick and out of inspiration. Ok, that's a pathetic excuse. Last night I decided to just sit down and type it all out, no matter what distractions got in my way. I was up until 2 AM revising it... So there! All for you!

Oh, and for the Japanese;

Boku no hikari my little light (at least I think. I'm not fluent with Japanese yet.)

Itooshi beloved, love, ect... (Oh, the things you learn from DNAngel fics... And every time I type "Dark", I think of the purple-haired bishonen, not the silver-haired one.)

Abababababababababababababa (my seporator thingy... none of the other buttons will work!)

-So naïve. . .- it chuckled

Then it leaned down and kissed me.

Just a soft, loving kiss on the forehead. And I nearly screamed. I hated his touch, the touch that burned my skin, like fire, almost. Tears started to once again roll down my face as the cell door slid open with a faint hissing noise.

There stood Erol, accompanied by two other guards. I never thought I would be so relived to see the commander because whenever he came, it meant more pain. I would willingly take the pain over this monster, this. . . thing.

The three of them walked into my cell, taking no notice of Dark. Erol walked right through the darkness in front of me, looking me in the eyes. His yellow-brown eyes comforted me, as if they were trying to tell me that everything was going to be alright, even though nothing was wrong in his eyes, though his smirk said differently. He was here to drag me to that retched machine that seemed like a safe haven compared to staying here.

"Leave the boy to me" he snapped at the guards, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll bring him to the experimentation room on my own." The two looked at each other, shrugged, and walked out. More time for them to finish their other duties so they could spend their time of that night at a bar somewhere, completely forgetting about setting a good example for the citizens.

I glanced over at Dark only to find that he had disappeared, perhaps back inside my mind. Not that he would leave me to my own thoughts there, but it was better than having to see him.

Erol grabbed my arm roughly, dragging me out of my home for the past two years. He had a fast pace, and I struggled to keep up. Even though I had grown in the time I had been here, he was still stronger, taller, and had a worse attitude than me, not that we were trying to act like jerks all the time. It just seems to happen when you've been locked up for such a long time. I constantly shoved the guards when I had the strength to try and escape, but they had always kept a firm hold on me.

About half way down the hallway, Erol slowed his pace to a slow walk, and then stopped. I looked up at him, and when I did, I found myself pinned between him and the wall, his hands resting against the cold metal on either side of me.

I kept thinking to myself 'Wha? What's happening? Why's he doing this?' as his face drew closer, his eyes still boring into mine. When his face was merely an inch from mine, that grin still plastered on his face, a smug, Cheshire Cat grin, he whispered to me.

"I promise it will all be over soon. . . my love."

His lips brushed over mine, almost teasingly, as I jerked my head to the side, wanting to put as much distance as possible between me and the one who, just moments before, had been my savior.

His reaction to my movement was a slap across the face. "That will teach you to contradict me." He whispered in my ear, his tone menacing. The grin had disappeared from his face, leaving a vile snarl in its wake.

Taking hold of my wrist again, he dragged me to the experimentation room at an alarmingly fast pace, as if he was looking forward to seeing me suffer.

I was thrown down on the chair as the clamps fastened around my wrists and ankles. There was no comforting touch to my face this time, no whisper in my ear assuring me that my suffering won't last for long. Just pain.

The needle punctured my chest as I did the only thing I could do then. I screamed.

(Here's a scene change. I'll skip the "abababa" thing this time)

The suffering was over. The pain was gone. But I felt energy surging through my body. The same fiery, burning energy that I felt from Dark. I heard talking, but I was too tired to listen and too tired to care.

I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and I opened my eyes, only for long enough to see those yellow-brown eyes I now hated, and I came to my senses enough to hear what was being whispered in my ear.

"I'll be back later."

My eyes closed again as the cold hand left my shoulder. I didn't want to think about what he meant. . .

I heard some mumbling coming from the side of me, the voice sounding oddly familiar. A small amount of weight landed on my stomach as the voice jumped on top of me. My eyes fluttered back open, only to see an orange blob standing on my chest. I closed them again, thinking I was just imaging things.

"Say something! Just this once!"

You want me to say something? I'll say something. I'll say something about the one who trapped me here, who gave me this presence in my mind, who ruined my life.

"I'm gonna kill Praxis!" I yell out, my voice sounding deep and rough. Oddly enough, I've never heard my own voice. It sounded so. . . alien to me. Then I heard him again.

­ -It seems I have a rival, then. That Erol. . . He got too close to you, my love. Let me take over, itooshi. I can kill him for you. Let me have your body. I can even kill that horrid, so-called 'friend' that left you here for two years. How about I test out our powers on him?-

Daxter? That's Daxter? No! I won't let you kill him! He came to save me, like I told you he would!

-He came too late, my love. . . My guess is that guilt got to him. He doesn't really care about you, nor do any of your other friends. That's why. . .-

Jak felt a pain in his heart, and then his entire body seemed to burn in an ice-cold flame as he felt his mind slip away.

-. . . I must kill him.-

(scene change. . . kinda. This is the end of the chapter. Isn't this where I put "To Be Continued?")

And we have a cliff-hanger! Again! Don't worry, I will update sooner next time. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter! I hope you like this one as much as the last! And as for the Dark JakxErol part, that won't be for a few more chapters, so wait patiently!