Greetings! If you are reading this than congratulations! It's my first fic! Well…sorta…Anyway…I hope you enjoy it! And…um…if you don't enjoy it…Please don't be too mean and shred the one small thread of self-confidence that has managed to grow within me!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in D N Angel, if I did, they would all be dead by now. O.o
Crimson Lines
Sixteen year old, Krad Hikari silently pressed the small knife that he was holding, ever so lightly against his bare wrist, not enough to cause major damage, just enough to draw blood. A grin crossed his features as a thin line of crimson blood bubbled up from the place that he had cut.
"Well…" He said aloud to himself, "That should keep me calm until tomorrow at least," He sighed and shook his head a few times to clear his thoughts. 'He'll be here soon…' He thought at last, the first clear thought that came through the fog in his mind. 'How is it, that I can be best friends with someone who hated me with a passion for so many years?'
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"Class, I would like to introduce a new transfer student from England, Krad Hikari." The teacher announced to the sixth grade class, as she introduced the young blonde boy.
"H-hello…I'm uh…I'm K-krad Hikari…It's a p-pleasure to meet all of you…" The young boy stuttered, bowing slightly as he spoke.
"He looks and talks funny!" A boy with deep violet hair and matching eyes called out, making young Krad hide behind the teacher.
"Dark Mousy! You should be ashamed of yourself! Say you're sorry this instant! That is no way to treat a new classmate!" The teacher scolded.
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'Sure he apologized, the teacher forced him to…but he kept it up didn't he…' Krad thought bitterly, drawing the knife out again.
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Krad walked into his house, not surprised that both of his parents were out, as they usually were, leaving Krad to fend for himself most nights. 'Why is he so mean to me?' The small boy thought sadly. 'What did I ever do to him?' He sighed and roughly brushed away the tears that were forming in his eyes. 'Nobody seems to care about me anymore…' Walking into his room, he noticed a small box lying on his bedside table. A tag attached to it read: To Krad, Here is something that you may find fun. Love, Dad.
'I wonder what it is…?' He thought, opening the box, he found a small block of wood, a small carving knife, and a booklet that read, 'Learn to carve in five simple steps!'
Krad blinked, not looking at the wood or the instruction booklet, but at the small knife, 'I wonder if…' He picked up the knife gently and pressed it against the blanket on his bed. The blanket got a small cut in it. 'Wow…it must be really sharp…' He held the knife against his arm and pressed ever so slightly, and closed his eyes, expecting to feel pain at any moment.
There was no pain.
When Krad opened his eyes, he saw a perfect line, a perfect crimson line of blood, his blood.
A sudden rush of joy went through him, he felt calm, happy, even.
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Krad smirked, remembering that day, almost five years ago, five years of cutting himself and he hadn't yet been caught.
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I know that it's short, please forgive me, I should have the next chapter up soon, please also forgive anything else that I did wrong, it is now Three-am…Goodnight everyone! Ja Ne!
Genkai-sama