Oneshot, angst, Satoshi-centered. My first angstfic. Bits of Dai-Sato. This is more of a drabble, really.
CUT
Satoshi sat up in his bed. Looking at his clock, he saw it was 3:28 A.M. Sweat hung dripping from his body. He couldn't sleep, no, not with everything on his mind. Krad was slowly killing him from the inside out.
He did not want Daisuke dead, he repeated to himself. Krad's words made him start to think otherwise. Satoshi got out of bed and grabbed a robe to hang from his sweaty shoulders as he paced around his room in anger.
Just let me take over for a tiny second. Krad whispered to him. Satoshi felt the warmth start to creep through his body,and he felt himself growing and his hair lengthening. Small protrusions longing to be full wings bulged at his back. He send out a shout of frustration and dropped to his knees, sending a sharp pain through his chest. He hardly took notice of it, though. He had learned to think that pain was good, he learned by not feeling the pain he could inflict damage on himself without holding back. His body sprawled out on the floor. Trembling, Satoshi fought to keep himself there, and not his alter-ego.
Krad swore inwardly. Satoshi could still feel his presence, and it sent a chill up his spine.
I have no strength left anymore, Satoshi thought. How long can I keep this up? I need to protect Daisuke from me...or I need to erase myself from existence... and that's when he thought of it. Crawling to the small bathroom was a difficult task, with Krad nagging at him.
You're not going to do it, are you? He said. Satoshi ignored the thought, difficult as it was, and opened the cabinet above the sink. Taking out a small swiss army knife, he swallowed a breath. He lowered the knife to his wrists and then moved it up near to his elbow. Can I...? Satoshi thought.
He drew the knife across his arm, a small crimson line appearing. Deeper, Satoshi urged himself.
Satoshi slid it across his skin in a more aggressive manner. A drop of what looked like liquid rubies fell to the white-tiled floor.
His breath became ragged as Satoshi begged for more. He set the knife right above his wrist. Sweat fell from his brow. He drew it even more sharply over the left wrist. Satoshi screamed in pain as Krad swore obscenely in his head. Satoshi quickly touched the wound; it stung excruciatingly. He wiped the blood onto his finger and quickly spelled out "I'm sorry" on the kitchen sink. By the time he had written the forst "r", his vision had become blurry and the immaculate white walls he had seen had turned a sickening green-blue. His last thoughts mirrored the ones written in blood and Satoshi fell to his knees. A tear dropped down his cheek and into the cut, making it sting harder. Satoshi braced himself for something yet to come. He gripped the doorknob of the cabinet. Satoshi's heartbeat slowed and muttered "...good...bye..." before taking his final breath. His body seemed to be curved in a graceful, almost angelic arc on the floor as the heartbeat stopped.
A week later, Daisuke Niwa came to Satoshi's house in mourning. The body had already been disposed of, but Daiuske already needed to recall Satoshi's cold voice, his actions, his rare smiles. Turning into the bathroom, Daisuke read the words on the sink that seemed to have been burned into his mind.
He looked at the two words and washed them away with his tears.