Sorry for the late update. Truth is that I was just lazy, so no excuses here. I will apologize far in advanced for the crappiness of this story.
In my stories, and my sister's, we try to delve beneath the surface to find something deeper. All 8 chapters of this piece of -bleep- is just surface area. I didn't delve too deep, and even though my friends liked it, it doesn't meet my own expectations. I don't hold much to standard, but this...just doesn't cut it for me.
Gomen!
Chapter 4
Satoshi wasn't able to get up and out of bed, so Daisuke often came and sat with him. Just sat, no words. Neither of them spoke often anyway, so it was fine.
Daisuke's day was pretty normal besides. He woke up early and cooked breakfast for Krad, Satoshi, and himself. Then he exited to the garden and worked there until Risa and Riku came to get him to go shopping or make lunch. Daisuke cleaned the castle mostly after that, but there were so many people just begging for jobs that he didn't do much except clean the kitchen and his room.
Daisuke feared three things in life. And only three things. He feared for Satoshi. He feared running out of work at the mansion, for it was the only reason he was allowed to stay. He also feared that any secret he held would be found out. Not that Daisuke had many secrets, but no one wants theirs found out, right?
Lately though...there had been a fourth thing added to that list.
Daisuke had never been afraid of Krad. Krad was mean and the source of Satoshi's pains, but he had never feared the blonde. Hated, but not feared. But Krad had recently taken to stalking him.
When Daisuke was in the garden, he could feel eyes on the back of his head. Boring into his skull, almost trying to read his mind...
When the red head was cooking in the morning, Krad was there. He stood just outside the kitchen door...waiting. It was freaking him out!
The only solace he got from his frightening new phobia, was when he sat in Satoshi's room. The room was 5 floors up and the door was always closed. Daisuke liked Satoshi's room for other reasons too. It was quiet.
A bookshelf was next to the head of Satoshi's bed, his closet beyond it's feet. A desk was next to the door and a window above Satoshi's bed, almost seeming to 'hang' off the end of it and lay between the bed and the closet door.
Satoshi usually slept while Daisuke sat there at the foot of his bed. His left wing curled to his body, providing extra warmth, and his right wing laying flat out. He couldn't lay on it, it caused him too much pain, so he was usually found facing the window. He was awake when Daisuke came in, and asleep when Daisuke left.
At times like these, when Satoshi slept, Daisuke caressed his wings softly praying they healed quickly. He cursed his situation, unable to help his best friend stand up to his only fear...Krad.
Sometimes Daisuke fell asleep next to Satoshi's bed, and woke to the first rays of light through the window. These days, he cursed himself again, for he was starting the day later than he usually would.
Dark hadn't come back to visit yet, and Daisuke knew it was because he feared the Harada's. Risa Harada's fancy of him, and Riku Harada's hate of him. No one knew quite why she hated him. She just did. But the little red headed boy still wished he would come and see them...It would at least keep Krad away from them while he kept Dark from breaking or stealing anything in the household...namely the workers.
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A 9 year old blue haired boy was attacked by a large beast, and a 9 year old red head jumped in the way. A piece of himself was lost in the rescue, forever to be scarred. They awoke to healed wounds and flower petals.
A 14 year old blue haired boy was beaten and left to whimper. A 14 year old red head stroked the white wings of the blue haired boy. A blonde followed his every move with golden eyes.
An 18 year old red head was grabbed by the neck and pulled into the shadows. An 18 year old blue haired boy ran through hallways, calling a name. A 24 year old blonde held the red head up in the air, then tossed him aside.
A young girl with pink wings sang a prayer and reached down from the sky to a falling child. Strange, bright colored wings enveloped his vision and a boy screamed.
"NO!"
"Ah!"
A purpled haired boy sat bolt upright in his bed. His breathing was ragged and he was sweating, it seemed he'd run a mile. Black wings were spread, only to be pulled in trying to comfort himself. He couldn't stop shaking!
"I...I..." No words could be formed as he hugged himself tighter.
Even as he sat there, the images were fleeing from him...What had that dream been?
God! That was short! Sorry for that tooo!