Alas, I had to continue it seeing as how killah-sama put me up in her bio. (commands you all to go read her fics) Do it, do it now, this crap will be rotting when you get back. Enjoy!

A/N: I think I've replied to everyone else's reviews since I wasn't sure if I was going to continue it or not, but here's to those who I didn't:

Yukino-chan: Yes, Satoshi's an ass for it, but at least he didn't do the same thing Krad did? I sure as hell wouldn't complain. And I think we all know what'll happen when dear Dark finds out. Thanks for reviewing!

voldysXangel: Aw, I'm a big fan of rape scenes, and I'm glad it kept Krad in character.. crazy bastard. Never know, he might. Thanks for reviewing!

And to killah-sama once more: Yay! I love you, too.

When Daisuke finally awoke, he wasn't quite sure what time it was or where he was, exactly. He just knew he was wrapped in something soft and warm and someone was next to him, breathing steadily as if asleep. Not wanting to open his eyes or move or make any note that he was awake, the redhead simply relaxed into whoever was keeping him safe and warm.

Dark glanced down at the younger boy curled in his arms and idly ran a hand through his hair. Usually while he did this, he would wear a soft smile as the boy shifted closer to him in his sleep, however, tonight he wore nothing but a frown and watched as Daisuke shifted uncomfortably under his touch. Satoshi hadn't said much when he dropped the redhead off and into Dark's arms, just that he'd been hurt badly and would probably be a bit withdrawn for a while. Dark had no doubt who was behind the attack, and as much as he wanted to go out and make Krad suffer for ever touching his Daisuke, he knew that right now the Niwa boy probably needed him there.

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It was three hours later that Daisuke finally awoke again, ready to face the world. He looked up to see his boyfriend-- one arm around him, and one holding up a magazine of indeterminable content. He smiled faintly at the sight and knew that, no matter what had happened previously, as long as he was with Dark, he was safe.

"Hey," the redhead finally spoke, drawing Dark's attention to him immediately.

"Hey," Dark repeated, and for the longest time the two just stared at each other; Dark, worried and concerned, Daisuke, timid and a bit ashamed. Finally, the latter looked away to avoid his significant other's intense gaze.

Dark studied the younger boy for a moment before cupping his cheek and tilting his face back so their eyes locked once more. Daisuke bit his lip, "I..."

"Shh," the thief instantly silenced him, "It's alright, you don't need to say a thing."

"I'm sorry," the red-eyed boy whispered quickly, casting his gaze down.

"Sorry?" Dark parroted, confused, "For what?"

"I let him... I mean... he... I didn't..." Daisuke was making no sense, confused himself as to what he was trying to say. All he knew was he felt immensely guilty for what had happened.

"You don't need to apologize for anything," the older teen promised, wrapping his arms tighter around the smaller boy.

"I let him touch me," the schoolboy finally muttered, his face buried in the crook of Dark's neck, "I let him violate me, I shouldn't have... yours, I'm yours... not his, he..."

Dark silenced the quiet rantings with a kiss and looked his bruised and beaten lover over with another frown, "Of course you're mine, and I'll make sure he knows it."

Daisuke immediately got his intentions, "Dark, don't... don't get yourself hurt because I-"

"Hush," he interrupted, pressing a finger to the trembling lips, "I'm not going to get hurt, and it's not just because of you. This is personal and unforgivable, I can't and won't let Krad get away with this and I won't back down from it."

The redhead failed to speak again due to the fact that he couldn't tell Dark 'no'. He understood very well how his older boyfriend felt-- the urge to seek revenge and the need to protect those dear to you. After all, Daisuke hadn't fought back as valiantly as he could have for the mere reason that, at the time, he hadn't wanted Krad to lose his chance to hurt Dark indirectly and instead go right for the thief himself. "Just... please don't do something stupid."

"Stupid? Me?" The two shared a look and Dark sighed, "Alright, I won't do something stupid."

Daisuke smiled faintly, and even though he'd agreed to let Dark confront Krad, he still locked his arms tightly around him, wishing him to stay there forever. Not only because he didn't want his boyfriend to get hurt, but because he wanted the protective feeling Dark always brought with him.

The moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and after a moment, that same door opening and Emiko sticking her head inside, "Oh, Dark, Daisuke," she said with a smile as her son buried his face once again in Dark's neck, this time to cover the bruises that marred his cheek. He could easily guess that she hadn't found out about the attack yet, or else she may have gone after Krad.

Dark raised a hand in greeting, "Yo, Okaa-san," he called, affectionately. Ever since Dark and Daisuke had been together, Emiko had come to be almost like the orphan thief's mother as well. And while the prospect that Dark and Daisuke might be like brothers disturbed the couple, it made the woman rather happy.

"Hello, Dark-kun," she smiled again, then turned her attention on her natural-born son, "Dai-chan," Daisuke groaned in response, "there's someone here to see you."

The words were a bit surprising, seeing as how all of his friends were from school, which he should have been in right now. He wondered what story Dark had cooked up to make Emiko accept that her son was staying home today. He hoped it wasn't too horrible. He sat up slowly, sure to keep his back to her and wincing as he did so, "O-oh?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice from shaking as pain shot through his body.

Dark, seeing the look on Emiko's face, knew she wasn't stupid and knew she wasn't fooled. He kissed Daisuke quickly and stood up, "Well, Okaa-san, why don't you just send his visitor on up? I need to take care of some business, anyway."

"You aren't going out already, are you?" Emiko wondered, looking out the window he had just opened, "It's still early afternoon."

So school could have already let out-- Daisuke really hoped it wasn't one of the Harada twins. If they were to see him like this, it wouldn't go over well. Risa would fuss over him and Riku, when learning there was nothing she could do to help, would get angry at him for being hurt so badly.

Dark waved a hand, "No, no, nothing like that. I'll see you later, Okaa-san, Dai-chan." He said the last bit in a sort of mocking voice with a grin as he hopped out the window.

"He never uses doors," the redhead thought to himself, realizing that Dark usually only came in and out his window when going outside or coming in after a theft.

"I'll just tell your friend to come on up, then," Emiko offered, amused by Dark's exit, though not forgetting about her son's suddenly-suspicious nature.

"Who is it?" Daisuke asked suddenly, turning his clear, non-bruised cheek towards her.

It seems that gave her some small relief, as she smiled just slightly, "A boy, with blue hair and glasses."

"Ah," the redhead muttered, "Hiwatari-kun? Why is he here?"

"So I'll tell him to come up here." At Daisuke's nod, Emiko turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.

Thoughts raced through Daisuke's head of what Satoshi would want with him, but then convinced himself he must just be concerned for his friend, "That's all," Daisuke repeated in his head, "Of course he's worried, I was still unconscious when he dropped me off, he's just checking up on me, it's nothing else." These thoughts were cut short by a cold voice.

"Daisuke." Said boy hadn't even heard the door open, but without thinking he turned and look up at Satoshi, immediately regretting it. He knew his face had to look bad, and from the increasing frown on Satoshi's face and the slight narrow of his bespectacled eyes, it was worse.

In reality, Daisuke had gotten away fairly well, physically speaking, considering who he'd had a run in with. His cheek was a nasty yellowish color that was quickly turning to a deep blue and purple and a small cut ran along both the bridge of his nose and above his left eyebrow. There were also a couple, much smaller bruises around his jaw, which pained him to open his mouth too wide. His wrists as well were cut and healing from the handcuffs.

Daisuke immediately turned his back to Satoshi, "What are you doing here, Hiwatari-kun?"

"I thought Dark would be here," the bluenette commented, ignoring his friend and shutting the door. Daisuke's head was throbbing badly from an untreated headache that he missed the small click of the door's lock.

"He had to go out." Was that what Satoshi had come for? "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing," the icy-eyed boy informed him, slowly walking toward the bunk beds Daisuke had for some reason, even though Satoshi was pretty sure he'd never had a sibling.

Now unable to hide his face fully, Daisuke closed his eyes before looking Satoshi square in the eyes. The blue-haired boy paused in his advance for a moment, but only to survey how Daisuke was laying-- on his side, and avoiding any direct pressure on what must be a very sensitive area right now. He continued up the short ladder to reach the top bed until he was eye-to-eye with the redhead.

Now, only a mere foot away from the bluenette, everything from last night came rushing back to Daisuke. How Satoshi had found him and Krad, how he had chased Krad off, how he had released Daisuke. And then, darker memories flooded his head: How Satoshi had pinned him to the ground and taken advantage of his weakened state, how he had ignored Daisuke's pleas to stop and done things that the redhead would have never thought he'd do. Not like that.

Through the memories, Daisuke somehow managed to realize that Satoshi was leaning in closer to him. He blushed faintly and shifted upright, wincing at every movement. Satoshi paused in his advances and placed a hand on Daisuke's bruised cheek, making the redhead jump slightly.

"Relax," he murmured, just like the night before.

"No," Daisuke shook his head and pulled away from the touch, "Don't say that, I can't relax around you."

This caused Satoshi to frown more than ever, "What's your problem? You act like I hurt you."

"What you did was no different," the younger boy told him, "No different than what Krad did."

"Daisuke..." the cool-colored boy shook his head, "I'm sorry you see it that way." He sounded like one of those mob leaders, who apologized just before they were about to kill someone.

"Hiwatari-kun."

Satoshi looked back up, the light reflecting off of his glasses in a way that nearly shielded his eyes completely, "Daisuke," he repeated, "I didn't do it to hurt you."

The stoic boy was still quiet, which wouldn't have worried Daisuke, except he thought that perhaps Satoshi was being too quiet, too calm. He edged away from the boy slightly, "Hiwatari-kun... why did Krad go away?"

Satoshi looked taken back by the question and he lowered his head, "I...don't know what you mean." It was clear to see he was lying.

"You do, Krad would have just killed anyone else... 'You got lucky this time, but don't think he'll be there to save you every time.' That's what he said to me right before he ran off." Of course, Daisuke chose to exclude the fact that Krad had called him a whore-- there was really no reason to say it.

"Maybe he thought I was someone else," the blue-haired boy suggested, still avoiding eye contact.

"Like who? You don't look a thing like Dark." Daisuke frowned when he got no response, "Hiwatari-kun, do you... know Krad?"

At this question, the bluenette quickly descended the ladder and turned his back to Daisuke, "I see you're fine, so I should go. I've got a lot of work to do and all."

"Wait...Hiwatari-kun!" But he was too late, Satoshi was already out the door. Daisuke sighed slightly and frowned, looking out the window, "I hope Dark comes back soon."

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"So did you do it?"

"No."

"What?!"

Satoshi winced at the tone, "I didn't do it, and I don't plan on it."

Golden eyes narrowed at the boy, "Come here." Upon the command, the blue-haired boy fearlessly strode up to Krad and stood mere inches away from him-- the last place anyone else in the world would want to be. "Now, explain to me why you've gone against my orders."

"For one, I'm your boyfriend, not your dog," Satoshi reminded him, earning himself a low growl of disapproval, "And for another, I think he knows."

"So you were careless and let it slip." Everything would be Satoshi's fault by the end of the day anyway, it always was. It was how Krad justified what he did, not that he needed reason or logic.

The blue-eyed boy sighed and looked away from the intense gaze, "Maybe." He hated admitting his flaws or surrendering, but with Krad, you always did both one way or the other. This way, at least, he could save himself some pride and some pain.

"Maybe," Krad repeated, scathingly, "Well, maybe I'll take it easy on you tonight, maybe I won't make you cry out for death as a release."

"You never do," Satoshi reminded him, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his lover's lips, "That's just everyone else."

"You're getting too comfortable," the blonde snapped, glaring more, "You need to relearn your place."

At this, Satoshi dropped to one knee and bowed his head, closing his eyes, "My place, as always, is to serve you, Krad-sama."

"Then why have you failed?"

Satoshi wanted so badly to snap back at Krad and tell him that it was his fault Daisuke had a suspicion of their connection to each other; that if he hadn't flown off at the first sight of Satoshi, Daisuke would remain oblivious as always. "If I assaulted him again, he would become too withdrawn from me."

"I don't need you to assault him, I need you to kill him!" Krad growled, grabbing the front of his boyfriend's shirt and yanking him toward him so their faces were inches away from each other, much closer than his and Daisuke's.

Through all of this, Satoshi never flinched, but only stared at the older boy, "He's my friend, I-"

"He's your friend under my orders," Krad reminded him, "and only while I allow it."

Satoshi's eyes narrowed just a bit, but he kept his composure, "Be that as it may, he is still my friend, I'm not going to kill him."

Krad thought over his choices. Satoshi being in close with Daisuke was, now that Krad had attacked the Niwa boy, probably his only sure way of getting to him. While it was true, it didn't matter who killed Daisuke, Krad didn't necessarily want Satoshi to. He had no grudge against the redhead, but he knew that his boyfriend wouldn't be happy with having to kill his friend. Whether it seemed it or not, Krad did have some compassion for the one that had served him so loyally.

He sighed and tugged Satoshi down into his lap, kissing him forcefully, "I won't order you to kill him, yet," he finally decided, "but you will stay close to him." Satoshi nodded and pulled the golden-colored boy closer into another hot kiss. Krad could never know where his heart truly lie.

There, I continued it. Happy? Good, now let me work on these other million fics I have. Hope you enjoyed!