Broken
...Fifth Part: Krad...
"To leave a victim."
I would never be able to stop the tears anymore, so I jerked my head away hoping to hide them. More sprung into my eyes at the pain I felt in my neck, but I ignored those. It wasn't as bad as it was before.
But... a victim? I never would have used that word. I didn't know what word I would use. I was just... there.
Dark's head was resting against my back pleasantly. Did he trust me...? Or was it because I was what he said? A victim? ...Weak?
I felt his hand slide along my arm and the pressure against my back vanished. "Come on," he said quietly. "You should eat something."
I blinked, incomprehensive for a moment. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten anything. Suddenly I felt the starvation catch up to me and I couldn't stand. Dark leaned over me, wiping the tears off of my face with his thumbs, and tilted my head up for me to look at him.
"You okay?"
"Just hungry," I muttered, pulling away from his hands.
A small smirk lit Dark's face. "See? That's what I thought." I noticed him hesitate. I panicked a little when his arm slid under my legs, but forced myself to calm down again at his soft muttering. He picked me up and carried me out of the room. It was kind of belittling, not being able to walk on my own – but at least that was all it was. It wasn't about survival anymore.
Dark set me down on my feet and I leaned on the dining table for support, regaining my balance before sitting down. By that time, Dark had already disappeared to the kitchen.
. . .
I jumped at a knock on the door, whipping my head around to find where the sound was coming from, and saw Daisuke run to answer it. I raked my fingers back through my hair, hoping to clear my head a bit as I picked apart a knot that Dark had bypassed.
"Satoshi! What are you doing here?"
I looked back over at the door disbelievingly, waiting for someone to walk in – and he did. There he was, just as I remembered him.
"Dark called me," he stated.
Daisuke looked at him questioningly. "Dark called you...?"
"You know the murder cases that have gotten so much publicity lately?" Daisuke nodded. "Dark said he found a survivor," Satoshi explained, watching Daisuke's expression shift curiously, "so I was obligated to come and check to see if he was telling the truth."
Dark walked past me, and I stiffened at the hand that ran along my shoulders as he went. "I am telling the truth," he insisted, leading Satoshi back to where I was sitting on the couch. "Commander, meet –"
"Krad!?"
Dark smirked. "Yep."