This is a fanfic written for the 30kisses community on Livejournal, where I have claimed Katou/Setsuna. Written for the theme If Only I could make you mine.
I do not own Angel Sanctuary, it is the brain child of Kaori Yuki. Nor did I make the 30 themes list. Enjoy!
Katou wasn't sure what was wrong with him. A part of his mind commented that it was probably that capsule that the man (or woman?) had given him, but the rest of his mind didn't know what that one was talking about. What capsule?
It felt as though there was some sort of cloud over his mind, blanketing his thoughts and it was making him do and say things that he didn't necessarily want to do. Not that he was complaining about being able to take out Setsuna all on his own.
What he was complaining about, however, was having to see the boy kiss his sister. He hated having to watch it, having his body take a picture of it.
He hated seeing that look of temporary bliss in Setsuna's eyes, until his real sister came up behind him.
He was partly in control when he got to beat Setsuna. It was the only way he knew how to relieve the frustration he felt when he saw Setsuna so happy. It was the only way he knew how to take control over it. And now his body had the power, the ability, the I strength /I to knock Setsuna down and to keep him down.
Kira wasn't happy, of course. Kira was never happy when Katou did something to Setsuna. This made Katou even more angry, when he thought about how close Kira and Setsuna were. He respected Kira, he loved Kira like a brother, but he hated Kira when Setsuna gave him those looks.
Katou tried to move. He tried to say something when Setsuna came at him with the sword. He didn't mean any of it. He didn't mean to hurt Setsuna, to attack him like he did. He just did it because he needed an outlet, a way to vent his frustrations, and Setsuna was always there.
Setsuna was always there...
"I ... I don't want to die."
Setsuna was muttering something about a light. Something about warmth.
"Ah, the light. So... warm," Katou muttered.
Being held in Setsuna's arms right then was so much more euphoric than any of the drugs that he had even ingested.
It gave him an idea, just an idea, of what being with Setsuna would be like. It gave him an idea with what he wanted in life.
He didn't want to die.
He didn't want to die and never i know /I what it was like being with Setsuna.
But it was warm. The light. So warm and encompassing. Setsuna said it was good. So he let go.
Con crit more than welcome. Flames will be mocked.