GUESS WHAT!!! I was listening to Filth by Dir en grey and skimming over the translation and I realized "HAY FILTH IS A KRADDISH SONG 8DDD."
WARNINGS: Gore, sadistic Krad, HORROR (Me: OH MY GOD), uhhhh… not-so-soft shounen-ai, and well, everything you could expect from a songfic to a song by Dir en grey.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DNAngel or FILTH by Dir en grey. I PROMISE.
Oh, if you get queasy when talk about blood arises, or if you just plain think bugs and innards and blood are gross, DON'T READ. I warned you, now you can't complain.
RATING: T
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Daisuke panted slightly as he dodged another ray of energy fired from Krad. He clutched his bleeding arm and continued running through the dimly lit museum, only looking back to make sure Krad wasn't gaining.
Only problem was that the blonde was gaining.
It had begun as a normal stormy day. Dark had to steal a painting, so they'd gone to the museum as usual. Satoshi, of course, showed up and almost captured Dark, but Dark transformed into Daisuke ('THAT WUSS!!!' Daisuke thought angrily.)
Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, awaken the sadist
And that was when Krad took over Satoshi and somehow cast a spell that made it so that Daisuke couldn't change back into Dark.
Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, bury the sadist
So he ran.
As Daisuke turned around once again, he collided with a wall. The shock sent him to the ground and added a bleeding lip and nose, plus a nice cut on the side of his cheek which had begun to bruise to his list of injuries.
He stood up, wincing with the newfound pain and the old pain returning.
Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, sever the masochist
The blonde took advantage of this momentary cease in the redhead's movement to pin him up against the wall he'd just run into. The redhead's wrists were held above his head.
Sadistic, sadistic...
"Well, well, little Niwa… I guess I've caught you," Krad smirked sadistically and gripped Daisuke's wrists tighter.
Daisuke's eyes widened, "I dropped the painting! I don't have it!"
"I know, little Niwa," Krad cooed and leaned closer, "I'm not currently interested in such trivial matters."
--Krad… what the hell are you doing?-- Satoshi asked, although it was incredibly apparent.
Daisuke breathed heavily, crimson blood dripping from the cut in his mouth.
Almost before he could sense movement, Daisuke found cold lips on his.
…Let's begin our Platonic Love.
Krad drew away, his gold eyes closed and his pale, smirking lips covered in the Niwa's blood.
Krad licked his lips ('like a cat,' Daisuke noted) and smirked at the redhead, "You have sweet blood."
As Krad leaned down again, Daisuke tried to move, "Stop!"
Krad laughed, "Little Niwa, you cannot tell me what to do." Their lips met again. This time, Krad was more forceful. He pried the younger boy's mouth open with his tongue and ran it across the cut on Daisuke's lip. This caused Daisuke to shudder and close his eyes in pain.
The yellowish, greedy insects
Are my frustrated sympathizers
Rotten apples, inside my gastric juices
Won't you try the soup of sexual desire?
Krad moved to grip Daisuke's now bruising wrists with one hand and played with the hem of his shirt with the other.
--STOP! YOU KNOW I…-- Satoshi was sobbing at this point.
-Yes, I do know, Satoshi-sama. You need to go back to sleep, don't you?- Krad interrupted the boy.
Daisuke attempted to speak, but only the vibrations reached Krad. Even though they were mere vibrations, Krad could tell what Daisuke had been trying to say…
"Stop."
The blonde smirked and ran a hand under the boy's shirt and over his stomach lightly.
The dripping, oozing pink maggots that
Soak in the Formaldehyde of sadistic desire
Rotten strawberries inside of that
A sour marinee prepared with blood
Krad didn't cease in his light touches until Daisuke moaned (which didn't take very long) and moved his hand upward across the boy's chest.
Let's see a movie, holding hands as I promised you
Saying farewell in this evening, before the strawberries and apples go rotten
My dream stretches forth, while we're kissing as I promised you
Saying farewell to you, let's enjoy the Last Supper
Krad pulled away and moved down the redhead's neck.
Sadistic, sadistic, drain the sadist dry
Sadistic, sadistic, sadistical horror
The sadistic stimulation comes forth
Come one! Come all and see!
Sadistic, sadistic, synchro prepared retro horror
Now that Daisuke was able to speak, he shouted as loud as he could, "STOP!"
Krad paused to scoff, sending warm air over Daisuke's neck and causing said boy to shudder, "You only refuse me with your words, little Niwa. You don't even struggle against me." The blonde went back to kissing down the redhead's neck and running his hand across the boy's chest and stomach.
The festival of carnal desires will begin
The festival of sexual desires will begin
Krad released Daisuke's hands and let his hand join the other.
The unstoppable sadistic festival
Rapid flesh psycho horror
"Stop…" Daisuke muttered, obviously holding back another moan.
Orange juice with liver
Sweet curry with kidney
Pescatore prepared with pancreas
Daisuke closed his eyes, rolled his head back and unleashed the moan he'd been keeping in his throat. "Don't… stop…"
Krad smirked against the skin and moved his mouth over to Daisuke's jaw.
The beloved, beloved psycho horror.
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I personally prefer the Japanese in comparison to the English (it sounds creepier, plus they're damn fun to write. All the pretty, pretty Japanese characters…), but I'd end up making no sense. In case you didn't notice, the song is in italics. I even changed the way I communicate thoughts so no one would be confused. Oh, and I used two different translations for the song, so I don't know how accurate they might be. One was a lot more poetic, but the other made it sound more sadistic.
Yeah. No lemon. I'd be blushing to the end of the year 3000 if I wrote a lemon XDDD
Hehe… gastric juices… -laughs sadistically-
Krad and Daisuke: -back away slooooooowly-