He ran…
The endless sidewalk stretched to all eternity. Each step and each heartbeat… constricting all of the fear, the pain that he, both he and his brother would go through…
But then why was he running? Running away from something, like in those unreal dreams where you feel as if you're both searching desperately for something but can't put your hand on what exactly that is, and running away from some vile unidentified individual.
He started a coughing fit as he ran fast, his face was as red as a tomato. The heat collected shamelessly on his face, making him feel weak and disgraceful. He was running leaving what was most important in the first place, but he was also trying to escape… from his mother.
A/N- Hi everyone, sorry for your wait, I was just thinking it'd be better if I fished for a plot, and I FINALLY found one! xD Thanks for your reviews and your guesses, I'm happy to be an author because of your words of knowledge. But hey? I finally updating, this isn't nearly as long as my usual chapters, but I don't think I can do that anymore with this plot but I hope y'all enjoy anyways. And I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO THINK I'M BASHING EMIKO! I'm not, okay? She's the most awesome mom ever, and it'd be fun to have her for a mom. This is just on with the plot okay?
Disc: Damn it, don't fucking sew me! I don't own my own house!
xXxXx Encounter 5: Something Very Unwanted
"Dark…?" Daisuke inched slowly into the house, dread filling his senses. There was no reply, not even the stairs squeaked. Silence was the only answer.
His caution picked up as he walked forward into the house. He was about to stutter another call for his sick brother when a voice emitted from the living room. "Daisuke… Daisuke-kun…" Daisuke froze, time froze. That wasn't his brother for sure the voice was wickeder, uneven, crazier… feminine…
"U-huh..?!?" Daisuke gasped as someone emerged from the couch and showed their face. A wicked smile cracked on her lips and her eyes were blood-shot, destructive… Daisuke's body began to cringe, and without even controlling it, he walked back, something about her… was just too scary to be near…
"How… are… you…" She said dryly, her voice almost sounded possessed, controlled, and robotic. She seemingly tilted her head slowly with happiness running through her degraded face. Words on graves, funerals, deaths were all written on her face.
Daisuke took another step back, he began to perspire in fear. His adrenaline started to react quickly, his normal going system of hyper and cheerfulness crumbled into everlasting darkness. Even now he was walking on a pitch black platform, his eyes widening, and his irises loosing their color as they grew smaller and smaller according to his pupils movements.
The woman only stepped closer, her disrupted face cracking as it tried its best to smile. As the woman stepped closer, Daisuke took a step back, it was repetitive, continuous. Daisuke felt some type of unknown weight being pulled on him that second, he just wanted to fall over and faint, to be sucked into the deep abyss of darkness, but he couldn't. Turning back wasn't exactly and option…
"K-Kaasan…(1)" Tears rolled down his cheeks as his eyelids lowered. He was getting weak again, and his brain was becoming a nuisance. Memories flooded back into picture… screams, cries, injuries, and her. The pain washed into his blood and froze him. But even as he was frozen, the woman only walked closer, her distorted face only cracking an even more colossally depraved look. Daisuke whimpered and sat down weakly.
"Yes, you remember…" She cackled malevolently. Signals from her came in as bad news, and Daisuke could only sit there, staring with trepidation into his mother's eyes.
'Nii-san (2), where are you…'
Dark twitched for a moment before running on. He had to find something, somewhere, some kind of sanctuary to fix this mess. He gave out another coughing fit as he ran on. Sweat dripped from all sides of his face, and the sun had already set upon his destabilized figure. The moist in his mouth had already ran dry, and a pitch in his throat felt so parched and dehydrated, yet he had no other idea but to run.
The vision before him began to blur miserably. The edges and lines of the area were gone, everything was just a jumble of colors before him. Nothing was there, nothing ever would be. He had to get there, to that place, to that sanctuary that's supposed to fix this absurd chaos. But as close as he thought he was to it, it only continued running farther away. Before he even knew it, he was already out of the city and into the suburbs where the rich lived to buy all those rich houses close by. Darkness was all he could see from there, and he felt as if he's lost the ability to breath. The clacks and clicks from his feet as they hit the ground filled his ears, the smell of rich fragranced flowers filled his nose.
"Help… help me…" He yelled, but with his cracked voice it came out as a murmur of nothingness. Without much of an effort, he tripped hastily. His red fevered face hit the ground with a thump. It was all over it seemed sadly. Even as far as he was, he felt the screams of pain from his beloved brother. Cries that he thought disappeared years ago. He didn't want Daisuke being tortured anymore. Abused, just from his appearance. It was despicable.
But all Dark could do… was lay there, and be the useless person he is. Tears poured slowly out of his eyes as his vision only blurred more. Slowly, his eyelids closed down and he began coughing uncontrollably. But it wasn't soon enough before he was out cold, and he heard a voice…
"DARK, DARK GET UP, WHAT'S THE MATTER, DAAAARRRKKK!!!!"
Satoshi peered out the window of his room. His sight, although, was limited due to the darkness. But then something panged his heart. "What the…" for some reason the sight of Daisuke being tortured filled his mind. He usually took the night to stare broodingly at the plain walls of the rehab room was his occupation at that time, but right then, just for some unknown reason…
Right then he wanted to call Daisuke.
He peered at the cell phone Krad easily handed to him but turned around quickly. 'What were with these thoughts, almost feeling like reality…' he said silently to himself then continued staring out the window, but he soon ended up standing after not-so-long and pacing endlessly back and forth in the room, staring at the ground. For some odd disfiguring reason he was just really, REALLY…
Concerned…
He forgot about all his rude stupid assault with his mind about being worried being troublesome to that certain red-head's resting time and walked over to the desk and flopped open the cell quickly. He dialed the home number with ease.
It began to ring.
Her hand reached forward slowly, the feeling of being manipulated with some ominous force crossed his mind. His eyes widened once again, and he began to fret, fear hit his senses damagingly. His nerves had already burst into flames, and his blood ran cold like a desert night's sudden temperature change.
"Daisuke, where is my son, you know that violet haired man." Daisuke didn't answer, he was too shocked to even say 'I' but even if he did say something, he didn't know where his brother was.
Daisuke received a painful slap in return.
"Answer me, boy, where is my SON! The real one, not you, the better one…" Daisuke gulped. An area on his cheek began to swell red. The use of his mother's words made his heart sink, but not in jealously as it's suppose to, but from looking at the dread and pain appearing in the woman's eyes. He failed to even think of calling her mother ever again.
Daisuke looked down and didn't answer, the woman's hand came the opposite way this time, and his face looked fat and red.
"WHERE IS HE YOU PIECE OF HELL BOUND SHIT?" Daisuke cringed at the pain on his face.
"I-- I don't know…" Daisuke stuttered in trepidation. He pictured his own R.I.P. stone. The woman obviously couldn't take that as an answer and kicked the boy aside with sheer force. Daisuke was sent flying all the way into the door. He moaned in pain as his back took contact with the wood and bent forward, too weak to look up, blood was dripping slowly out of his mouth. The other woman's canine teeth seemed to materialize more as she walked over to the sunken Daisuke.
Without even hesitating, she pulled out her pocket knife and held it high above her head. Daisuke clenched his eyelids shut, not wanting to even witness his own death. But as if a savior came from heaven, the phone rang, and the woman stopped abruptly and stood up. She slowly walked over to the couch, not even considering the phone. And Daisuke was too shocked to get up and only stared weakly at the item.
"You have reached the Niwa voice mail, please leave your message after the beep." Satoshi sighed unbearably and waited for the beep to come by. Worry began to fill his body, and nervousness did so as well. He pondered upon why no one came to answer. If Daisuke was gone, or fast asleep, Dark should be there, but through that too, after observation, Daisuke was a fairly light sleeper. There'd be no reason for nobody was there to respond to the phone. The Adam's apple in his throat moved up and down as he swallowed his sharp interpreting.
- beep -
He began his stutter.
Dark opened his eyes slowly and peered at his surroundings. He felt rather… warm?
He was surrounded in a thin clothed veil and was lying upon an expensive soft bed. There was a bag of ice lying atop his head, and a warm thick silk blanket around his frail body. It was as if he died and gone to heaven.
But Dark knew better than that. You wouldn't feel 'warm' if your dead, wouldn't you feel cold, not warm? He observed his surroundings before making any type of conjecture about his current life status
"Etou, Dark-chan…?" The familiar voice startled Dark as it entered. "Daijoubou ka? (3)" Krad opened the veil slowly and peered, concern actually appearing on the young pervert's face. A little kid was tagging along with him, his face also looking sad and considerate.
"Un… (4) Daijoubu (5)" Dark tried to move off the bed, but failed to do so, pain was still projecting upon him and his limbs that were somehow injured due to his careless act. He clamped his teeth together and growled. "itai (6)…"
"Don't move, you're critically injured…" This wasn't right, well at least not for Dark. Krad was sounding quite sympathetic at the moment as he walked back over to examine the young man's wounds. It almost sounded, to some extent, fanatical. But it was happening before him non-the-less. "… you should rest, but still, something's seriously unbalancing you, what so?"
"Who are you and what the hell did you do with the real Krad?" Krad only fell over with the anonymous and weird reply. The kid who was clinging onto him like glue giggled as his so called 'Nii-san' fell over.
"Look, I'm trying to help here!" Krad argued angrily, fire smoldering in his eyes.
"Its scaring me enough that you're acting so… matu-a-" He tried to yell but only ended up going into another crazy coughing fits. Krad's look went from extremely irritated to dazed as he watched the man before him sputter out fatally.
Krad shook it off and jumped on the bed, patting the violet-haired man's back, trying to help seize the coughs. As if magic, Dark stopped coughing and looked over to Krad, who stared solemnly back at Dark. "Now tell me the truth, koi-chan (7), what happened?" Dark downcast his eyes and opened his mouth to speak.
"Daisuke, I know as well as you do that you're there, and I want you to pick up the phone. If there's something wrong please call immediately…" The woman twitched to the sound of the voice and stood up. The hopelessness on Daisuke's face disappeared as that oh-so-loved voice was heard. He was more than relieved. How he wanted him there for him, so bad. How he needed him there, to comfort him, to tell him everything was alright. But now wasn't exactly the time for those silly day dreams to pop up. "…I'm worried, and I'm very sorry if I'm bothering you, I just wanted to know how you're doing. Something tells me, while I'm pondering upon what would be, that you're in turmoil right now, and it's hassling me profoundly." Daisuke wanted to laugh sheepishly at Satoshi's use of way-too-big words but couldn't. "…so please ca-" There was a loud bang and the sound of an electrical device being demolished took place in the now silenced apartment. Daisuke was back to his awe filled look. The relief was gone, and his face was even paler that before.
The woman raised her fist from the machine and turned around towards Daisuke. "So I see you've met new friends…" Daisuke guzzled down his sheltered feeling. Her eyes this time were dark and shameful, and that smirk on her face is gone. "…that's no good, they should know the trouble they're getting themselves in. Because you…" something clicked in her hand and shined immensely. Daisuke began scooting back. "…ARE A MONSTER!" He rolled over and barely dodged a knife that was to be thrown at his head, only to be caught into a unsympathetic punch straight in the face. Blood gushed out of both his nose and his mouth.
Even though his sight was totally out of order, he knew where the next punch was coming and immediately blocked it with his left arm. His bone was fractured severely.
"YOU SON OF SATAN!" He heard her yell, and rolled over to the left just in time to dodge a kick. He was dodging well, but sooner or later, he knew this would all end, with HIM dead.
'Why did you have to come back…?'
Satoshi waited… and waited… it was almost eleven o'clock, when he clearly called at nine. Apprehension was again at his reach. He couldn't take it. The questions that he thought were just deluding his mind, they were leading him to the right place. His heart was taking him somewhere he know he should be, and without a word, he jumped out the window. The excavation to look for Daisuke was on.
It wasn't hard getting out of the red bricked building, yet that window wasn't ordinary. It had a type of seal that could only be opened in a certain way. Satoshi found this out on his first visit there, after sneaking through the files on the bosses computer out of boredom. It helped him escape plenty of times, but those ass-heads wouldn't need to know that.
And plus, once out of the area, there's no other problem. After all, it was just a red bricked building, not a prison. He ran down the road with haste, he tried to remember what Daisuke said about the directions to his apartment. "Daisuke… I'm coming…" Satoshi whispered to himself as he ran.
Thumps came from the soles of his feet, the dark of night hiding his shadow.
"Our mother is a lunatic…" Dark sighed miserably. "She became like that after our father died, and because Daisuke looks like our father…" He pulled out a picture. "…she hates him.
The picture indeed looked like Daisuke, but with darker hair. "…that's definitely stupid… no offence but…"
"…none taken, I think that way too. I have always protected Daisuke from our mother, then sent her away from her craziness when he was 16. Daisuke and I were relived and didn't expect some crap like this to happen…" Krad gave a depressed nod and looked out the window.
The apartment was getting closer, and he knew it. A few stray cats spotted him as he took a few short cuts through alley-ways. Jumping, gliding, dodging and running. This was utterly important to him. Daisuke was important to him. Dark was important to him.
"I'm going to help Daisuke…" Dark stood up but began cringing.
"No, you can't you're injured and sick, I'll go, okay?" Dark gave a look of guilt.
"…okay… thanks… Krad…"
"Just take care of the chibi…" he pointed to the boy next to him.
"Can do…" Dark nodded and Krad snatched a jacket and ran outside.
The darkness clouded his vision, and he barely was able to see, and the thin strands of blonde hair that trickled on his pale flesh on his face obscured his left eye. Hair can sometimes be troublesome. "Damn it…" Krad growled as he continued running.
"One more thing… if my mother is there, you have my permission to beat her the hell out of her until shit comes flying out, okay? Please help Daisuke, no matter the cost…"
"I have to do this… I have to do this for them!" And so he continued running.
Blood spilled incessantly on the floor, Daisuke wasn't even sure if he'd survive from all the blood-loss, even his brain was feeling light headed. The woman smashed her foot recklessly on his stomach, just making more blood spill.
The look on her face was filled with bloodlust. She was a strong one, sought out for revenge. Daisuke could only whimper.
The fight continued chaotically. And it was so that she had all the upper hands. "So you little devil, you ready to die?" Daisuke felt warm tears run down his cheeks.
"N-no…" The woman squished harder. "Oh yeah?! I'll just kill you then kill all those little friends you've got. "HAVE FUN IN HELL!"
Daisuke suddenly felt a jolt of anger inside of him. He felt like he was just replaced with someone else, and with that, he gripped he ankle. "You touch them and I swear I'll rip those fuck-mouthed lips off of your face…" The woman's anger turned into distress.
He pushed it off and threw his fist swiftly at her stomach. Her blood was gushing out this time. "No, NO! YOU DEVIL CHILD, I KNEW IT! YOU HID THIS ALL ALONG, BECAUSE YOU ARE…!!!" She was cut off when Daisuke's hand gripped her throat.
"Shut up." He said calmly, then threw the female into the door.
She sniveled and scooted closer towards the door, and Daisuke walked forward, a look of trepidation and resentment colored upon his out-of-character face. But before he even took a step forward, he fainted. He was on the floor, panting for life.
The woman stared for a few seconds then began laughing manically at the half-conscious figure. "SO THAT'S IT HUH?!" Daisuke's panting deepened. The woman was back on top, and before she left her sitting position, she grasped her knife and began sneaking forward for her prey, ready to pounce, and slaughter. Daisuke was then defenseless, he couldn't even move. Whatever had taken over his body a second ago was long gone, and it pretty much took all the oomph in him. This was bad…
But he didn't feel it… the strike wasn't there. He didn't feel the knife taking contact with his neck. And instead of hearing the bloodcurdling voice of the malevolence female he was suppose to call mother, he heard the voice of a calm smart gentleman. "Daisuke…" He knew that voice, he loved that voice, he savored it… "…everything is going to be alright now, okay?" Daisuke smiled sweetly before shutting his eyes and resting.
"Thank you… Satoshi-kun…"
Chapter 5 Owari
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Chow! –distapears-
!. Kaa-san: mother
2. Nii-san: Big Brother
3.Daijoubu ka?: are you okay?
4.Un: yeah
5. Daijoubu: I'm fine
6. Itai: ow!
7. Koi: Lover
8. Hope I didn't forget anything XP