Date started: June 17th! Yaya! The day school let out!
Date finished: June 2d (Damn, I woke up extra early at 8 each morning for the last three days to try and finish this T.T. Finally finished this today at 10:04 am)
Date posted: Should be June 2d, since it's a Saturday.
Author's Note: Awwww…. You guys really like this story! You guys' been praising meh so much it almost seems unnatural… 0.0
Menoumaru: Yea you butt what the hell are you doing in a Krad story? I thought you were all about Dark! LOL j/k! Yes, I did switch about three of my stories from dna to kh. This includes the Demo Shinjiteru and Love Story, and they're thriving very very well in the new category I might add. Stupid dnangel place dun lyke me here so I have to be adaptive… T.T… dammit there's only so many places I can survive in and dna isn't one of them…. Girl dun hate meh cuz ya know you cant. Just like Krad, eh?
Krad: (prancing around in his boxers)
Saihi: btw count-strike: RIKU IS MINE YOU BITCH GO HUGGLE SORA FOR ALL I CARE! MINE I SAY! SO IS CLOUD! … … (blinks.) … … … (turns around) Krad I still love you. (puppy dog eyes)
Krad: (raises brow) You really have a thing with blond peoples don't you? Platinum blond, white blond, blond, golden blonde….
Saihi: It's an addiction. I can't help myself.
Dark's Angel: (evil grin) Okies, I won't change it.I was going too when I thought this story was failing but then I checked back later and it wasn't…. dying. But I have to say it's… er… malnourished. It hasn't been fed too many feedbacks.
Krad: look at all this dough….. (basking in golden coins, crunchy paper money and pride) oh my god look at all this… (rolling around in his hoard) Jenny you are the love of my life and yes I—
Saihi: OMFG what the hell are you doing in my hoard of treasures! Dammit those are mine! MINE! (takes handfuls of coins and attacks Krad with it) Jenny gave them to me dammit! GET THE HELL OUT HERE!
Krad: (runs out, pulling on his pants)
Saihi: (huggles her money) mine….. all mine…. Oh, and on a minor note, Krad's eyes cannot be confirmed to be gold. In several colored manga pics, his ares are gold, but in some few others, his eyes are sapphire. it's a fact I've found out.
Lillith: Awww…. Thankies! That's probably the most formal and ego-boosting review I've ever gotten! … … okies… no, but, it's in there. I'm so happy you enjoyed the last chapter! Honestly speaking, there was a few trials and errors I've found but ignored. At least two. One was grammatical. Let me tell you I SUCK at grammars, but I couldn't find anyway of adjusting it without ruining the flow. The other one was a fragment. Well I'm not revising that one. And… um… I was in a depressed mood when I wrote that last chapter… uh… not sure how this one is going to turn out in means of tones and moods…
Leonhart Zero: Yea. Riku is so frickin tight. Wait, you want a DNAngel story with Riku in it, or are you talking about having a story in the KH category with Riku in it? Um…. I try to write a DNAngel story with Riku in it for ya… not sure how it'll turn out…. MENOU BACK OFF! RIKU'S MINE! MINE I SAY! (run to her shrine and apologizes to all the other blonde hotties)
Krad: (sighs) she needs better obsessions.
Disclaimer: A few days before school was out I cut class and went to find Hane in her class and was teasing her when I said for her to come over and she asked me why so I said that she could teach me to swim and she said okay and then five minutes later she came back to me and was like 'What!" And she cracked up like shit and she had to huggle a pole to stay standing and I was twitching on the floor because I couldn't breath and I don't own DnAngel and the librarian was looking at us funny but she was used to me being here because I cut classes a lot of time to see peoples and I told Hane she was punked and she was dying from laughter because she thought I couldn't swim. Now why would she think that..? I wonde…
I love you, Onii-san – by Saihi.Slowmotionhunter
Chapter Two: Someday- - - - - - - / - - - - - - -
Take all I'm going to give to you
What I have is true
You're the one for me
I am lying on my side on the bed, staring out the wide balcony.
Thoughts keep on blanking out and thoughts not occurring at all. There were thoughts and then there were none. Heavy matters on my mind turn on me and becomes childish games, and I'm not even sure which doors they took when they walked out my head.
Eternal bliss.
A state of forgetfulness, forget everything. Even pain.
It must be the water. The presence of water always relaxes me, pulling down my guard and nipping at me affectionate sleep. Yes, it must be the rain.
Rain. Why does it rain? It's so depressing when it rains. Everything is gray and smeared, distorted and shattered and then falls into a different world completely diverse.
Like Alice when she falls through the mirror; isn't it like that?
Everything is so strange and now I feel like I'm Alice, lost yet excited about the place.
Everything I feel inside is sweet
You make me love so deep
You're the one for me
It's almost like I've been here my whole life. But it's so empty.
Where are the people on the streets when it rains, and where are the traffic jams? Why are shops closed and the busy rhythmic cellular sounds cut off?
They're gone. They've locked themselves safely away from pain in their warm shelters and family, away from the sadness drowns the city in the rain.
Thoughts like these keep on getting cut off.
That could be a good thing, I presume.
Rain brings with it loneliness, but that's only because it seeks company.
Humans don't like the feelings of being alone. It frightens them to the utmost degree and they can't stand it to the point they feel they will fall apart. That may be the only reason they hide.
But I remember this lonely feeling. These were the moments I cherished when Krad was away. I long for these moments at times, and when they don't come, I wonder that if I throw myself upon his crucifix, maybe loneliness would be with me the rest of eternity and I would be in bliss.
But I won't do that just yet.
Rain brings with it loneliness, but that's only because it seeks company.
But don't worry…
I'll be here.
Until the end of time.
I can feel it now
What all it really means
It's beautiful
What we have is a special thing
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Emiko heaved with the basket up the stairs. It was a bit too late to realize it, but she found that this was a very bad time to be doing laundry. It was raining pretty hard and hanging the wet clothes and sheets outside wasn't going to help it dry exactly.
Damn the weather channel. They said it wasn't going to rain today. They said it was going to be ninety-two degrees out today. They frickin said that it would be a good time to go the beach and strut around in a new swimsuit!
Well she's not strutting around this moment, is she?
And to think Dark—
Wait.
Dark?
Yes Dark! She could get Dark to steal away the rain so she could actually hang out the laundry so it won't get moldy and she would feel like a good mother!
Yes. Dark. Must find Dark. Darky must repay Emiko for all those years of motherly love and body inhabitant, even though it's not hers she's talking about.
I owe you for showing me
Love is real, taking me far away to a better place
Anything you want, anything you need, anything your heart desires
I'm here for you,
You take me higher
Emiko began humming a little song as she reached the second floor. Looking ahead, she found Daisuke's door to be open and sauntered by, poking her head in. The room was darken with the curtains mostly drawn. Emiko noticed how cold it was in the room once she stepped in, and looked to the side to discover that Daisuke never turned the heater on.
"Dai-chan?" She waddled into the room with her basket of laundry. "Have you seen Dark?"
"No."
Emiko found this strange and dropped the basket gently to the ground, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Really?"
"No."
"…" Hun. Emiko paused. Really strange. "… 'No' as in…"
"No, I haven't seen him."
Emiko rolled her eyes, looking down at the figure of Daisuke curled up under the blankets on the bed, facing away from her.
"You seem gloomy."
"It must be because of the weather."
"Really?"
"…Uhn…"
Pitter-patter, drip drop. The raindrops splashed against the balcony's window
Anything you want, anything you need, anything your heart desires
I'm here for you,
You take me higher
"Are you cold, honey?" Emiko glanced at the thermometer; it was low.
"Does it matter?" Daisuke muttered.
"…" This wasn't like her usual redhead thief. "What's wrong with you Dai-chan?" Emiko asked worriedly as she flopped back onto the bed and laid her head on Daisuke's side. "Come come, tell mommy all about it."
Pitter-patter, drip drop. The raindrops splashed against the balcony's window.
"… Mom…"
"Yea?"
"Does being Dark's vessel… come with any side effects?"
Emiko quirked her brow. "Like what? You mean the DNA reaction to your love life?"
"No… I mean, besides from that."
Emiko looked thoughtful, leaning over to run her hand though Daisuke's hair. "Not any that I know of." She rolled back into a sitting position and stood up, walking over to her basket of laundry. "Why?"
Pitter-patter, drip drop. The raindrops splashed against the balcony's window as Emiko began hauling the basket out of the room again. She stopped by the door to wait for Daisuke's answer.
"Are you okay, Daisuke?"
Emiko could see Daisuke's chest rising with a breathe, then falling again as he exhaled.
"It's nothing."
What you feel what you say, what you do when you smile,
My days are brighter
I'm loving you
- - - - - - - / - - - - - - -
They arrived back at the crib. He placed a numb hand on the cold silver doorknob and turned it, not surprised at all to find it open.
"Tadaima." Krad whispered as he stepped through the threshold, head lowered as he watched the droplets of water from his bangs drip delicately onto the smooth obsidian and silver-like marble floor.
It left a very translucent mark.
"Moushikaneru…." The little white-haired girl called into the emptiness as she trailed closely behind Krad, gripping onto a part of his pants like she was afraid she'd lose him if she lost contact.
Krad turned his head to the side and looked down at the girl who was staring around the living room in wonder.
Please don't you go away
I want you to stay
Where your heart remains
Forever, tomorrow, today, everyday don't change
It was a mess; no, it was worst than that. The living room looked like a battlefield, everything was broken with glass shards on the floor, contrasting brightly to the black and burning white silver. Furniture were in splinters and glass broken, cracks were in the wall and the chandelier ahead hung unevenly. Even the TV was crushed, toppled into a corner near the cold fireplace.
The aura that surrounded the place was very dark, cold and depressing. Almost like death.
Krad reached for the girl's hand and squeezed it slightly; giving her a slight smile that he didn't know contained sadness.
The girl saw it.
"It's okay…" Krad said. "Don't be afraid." He headed for the stairs, making note of how the girl's attention was still superiorly drawn to the wreck.
"I'm not." She whispered, turning back in time to see the blond had led her into a blinding white room with the same black and silver marble floor. The white-haired girl let go of the ice demon's hand and stepped deeper into the room, awed and mystified. There was a bed, she made out, also a table lamp on a lamp table, cabinet, dresser, and a small bookcase in the room, all camouflaged to the white. Honestly speaking, this place may be scarier than the living room.
She spun back around to find Krad standing in front of the sliding glass door of the closet, pulling the wet and bloodied shirt over his head and grabbing a fluffy white towel from within the closet to and began to dry off.
A light and innocent gaze pierced his back gently. Too innocent to be dangerous, but not too light to ignore.
I'm by your side
Looking in your eyes
Happy together, forever
I can see my life
Krad started to turn around but her little voice spoke.
"Don't move."
Soft padded fingertips traced lightly on his back. Krad tensed up.
"Why do you have so many scars?" Her little voice asked innocently, it was hard for the ice demon to tell her.
So he didn't.
"It's okay…" the soft touch slipped. Krad turned around to see the girl with her hands held behind her back and head hung so that all he saw was her creamy white snow head. "You don't have to tell me."
Krad smiled sadly, reaching out a hand to pat the girl on the head. "I'll tell you." The girl looked up. "Someday."
The demon went into his closet and searched around until he found what he was looking for. Krad pulled out a white fluffy towel and an x-x-x-x-small stretch tank top and an equally small x-x-x-x-small long-sleeved wool sweater. They were both white, apparently, but the wool sweater had two baby-blue stripes up each sleeve.
The stretch top was apparently stretchy enough that he still could comfortably fit in it, and maybe that was the only reason he still has it in his closet, along with the sweater that belonged to Satoshi.
"I'm sorry, these are the smallest things I have. Unless you want, we could go and find some of Satoshi-sama's—"
"It's fine." The girl took the towel and clothes from Krad and held them against her body; the sweater fitted long to her knees. "Thank you."
"The bathroom is down the hall on your right." Krad stood up and directed.
"Okay… thank you." The girl said as she tottered away. Krad watched her go down the hall, turning door handles to see if it was the room she was looking for. She finally found it and went in, locking the door behind her.
I want you to stay
Where your heart remains
Forever, tomorrow, today, everyday don't change
Krad then went down stairs and into another bathroom. He unwrapped the bandaged wounds and finished undressing. Krad stepped into the shower, letting the cold water run through his hair and down his scared body. The ice demon stared down at the marble floor, watching the red water rush towards the drain.
- - - - - - - / - - - - - - -
She stumbled out of the bathroom, almost slipping on the cold floor but one hand was on the doorknob, stopping the fall. The white-haired girl straightened up and closed the door behind her as she went out.
Her hair was still wet, kind of. It wasn't dripping down her back or down her face, but it was still a little wet for comfort in this sort of weather. Maybe if she found Mitsukai-san, she could ask if there was a blow dryer, or if there was a turned-on heater.
So the little girl wandered back down the hall and into the room she presumed was Mitsukai-san's. Pulling the door open and taking a few steps inside, she thought maybe asking Mitsukai-san about the blow dryer might not happen so soon.
It was inevitable. She was lost.
Well, Sort of.
The room was still white, like she remembered it, but there were some colors around the room. Mostly, there were blue. A quick glance to the closet confirmed that the person's wardrobe were either more brightly colored, or darker shades. There were little white for clothes in this closet.
I'm by your side
Looking in your eyes
Happy together, forever
I can see my life
The bed was white, but the comforter that lays on it was silky sapphire, and the lacy curtains were a light baby blue.
In every other sense, besides from furniture no looking white, the room was exactly as the girl might have remembered it.
"Mitsukai-san…?" She called softly. "Mitsukai-san, are you in here?" She tottered over to the bed, willing to sit on the soft blanket and wait until the blond came back, but the shining sapphire silk rustled.
The girl backed off. "Mitsukai…?" She whispered uncertainly.
Deeper blueness emerged from under the folds and the commander lifted his head slightly, still a little drowsed. "Uhn…." A hand came out and clutched his forehead. A second later, his eyes fluttered open. "uhnn…..hmmmm…?" He blinked. There is a little girl standing in front of him.
What is a little girl doing standing in front of him?
Now that I have you here with me
I won't let you leave
I promise you my best…
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Not the end, I'm sorry.
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Saihi: Okay, let's get this straight; I wanted to write more, but I couldn't. I should of wrote more, but I couldn't. Why? I have a little system. Each chapter that I write has to be one page more than the last chapter. Wait… this system seems oddly familiar… but it's my system of writing for this story.
Krad: (sneaks into her treasure room and playing with the gold) pretty pretty pretty…
Saihi: (smacks Krad with some gold coins) Krad, get the effin' outta here!
Krad: (sulks out)
Saihi: Yes, this chapter met its line, and that doesn't include the replies, the notes, disclaimer and this, along with other things. So, if you're smart and you have a brain and you actually think, you should probably find some flaws… ahem… little things going on already. I'm not tell you what…. Just figure it out yourself.
Note: There are going to be POVs in this story, but I'm not going to directly tell you who it is.