I don't know why I can't manage to write anything pointful these days, even my own fics...Anyhoo, here's the type of fic that's not quite what Meg-san wanted. (Jeez. I think I'm the most prolific writer in this fandom.)
Um. It doesn't get past shirt-off heavy petting, sorry. I took pity on Satoshi. And I've never written a lemon, and I'm not sure I want to. Oh, you can tell when Satoshi's crying and begging got through by the turn in the fic.Must I say that it's yaoi/shounen ai?
Satoshi's thoughts = :: ::
Krad's thoughts = ( )
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White-Winged Fallen Angel
By Crysi, who feels sorry for Satoshi right now…
On Hikari Satoshi's fifth birthday, he was adopted. He frowned at the young man who showed him into the empty apartment. The man chattered some meaningless phrases about Satoshi being happy on his own, and that having his own apartment at a young age wouldn't hurt him. The young man also reminded Satoshi that he was a Hiwatari now, so he could be happy that he had a family. Satoshi ignored the young man and walked further into the apartment. The young man sighed and left, leaving the keys to the apartment on the counter.
::Family...I don't remember ever having anything like a family. I remember that woman...but she was never kind to me.::
Outside the door, Hikari Tsubasa gave the young man a piercing look.
"Hiwatari-san, I trust that you won't neglect my son."
"Of course not, Hikari-san. But you'll still be training him?" "Yes."
Satoshi sighed. ::Family....::
(Hello, Sato-chan.)
Satoshi whirled around. "Who said that?"
Soft laughter sounded. (In your mind, Sato-chan, not out there. You feel all alone don't you?)
::Who are you?::
(I'm a friend, Sato-chan.)
::That's not what I asked.::
(My name is Krad.)
Satoshi blinked. ::The woman told me about you. She said that I have to kill my heart so you don't appear.::
(Tsubasa-san has always been a little harsh though, hasn't she? I don't keep you from feeling, really, and it's not so important to keep me locked inside, or at least, not if you're my friend.)
::What do you mean?::
(Well, I can be your best friend. I'll be everything to you. And then it won't hurt to let me out, right? You just give yourself completely to me.)
::I don't trust you. Why should I give myself to you?::
Flash of a smile. (Because things will go much, much easier for you if you do.)
::I'll think about it.::
Satoshi curled up on the strange, cold bed and closed his eyes. He wasn't crying. The woman had told him never to cry, so he couldn't be crying. He was nothing but ice inside, because that's what all of the Hikari's were like. He wasn't crying. He didn't cry himself to sleep on the night of his fifth birthday. Hikari's didn't do that.
"Poor Sato-chan. I'd take care of you, if you let me." A white- winged fallen angel held the little boy as he slept alone.
* * *
On Hiwatari Satoshi's tenth birthday, he sat alone on his bed, in the apartment that had become his home. He stared out the window at the setting sun. Red, gold, violet, and ice blue merged to make the sunset. Satoshi sighed and lay back, trying not to think of what he knew was inevitable.
::Only four more years, and I'll have to make a choice. Four more years and He will arrive, and I know what I have to do when that happens. But...Niwa-kun.::
(My offer is still open.)
::Go away.::
(There's not really anywhere to go, since I'm pretty much stuck inside your head. And you know I could never, ever leave you alone, Sato-chan. That *Niwa-kun* of yours will never look at you as more than a friend. You're not even *that* to him now. So why not come to the person who loves you?)
::I'm not interested. I've never been interested in your offer.::
(Who comforted you when you cried because you were alone in this apartment and nobody seemed to care? Who's stood by you through everything? Accept it, Sato-chan. I'm everything you have.)
::I...you're lying.::
(I'm right. You know that I am.)
::Leave me alone!::
(I will, for now.)
Satoshi lay back and stared out the window again. Night had fallen and dark clouds obscured the sky, making strange shadows as the Tokyo lights bounced off the clouds above. He fell asleep with tears streaming from his eyes. A gentle hand ran through Satoshi's hair as he slept.
"I love you dearly, but I only have so much patience Sato-chan. I know you'll come to me in time, if you stop wasting your energy on *him*."
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On Hiwatari Satoshi's fourteenth birthday, he watched as the police reports poured in, and rubbed his temples. (Omedetou Tanjoubi, Sato-chan.)
::Hm.::(Thinking about your Niwa-kun? What have I told you about that?)
::He had a worse fourteenth birthday than I did.::
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe something unexpected will happen."
"Wha?" Satoshi whirled around and stared at the golden-haired angel that stood behind him. "But...you...how..."
Krad shrugged. "It's part illusion, part projection. I'm still in your mind, but I'm outside as well." He grabbed Satoshi by the shoulders. "So, Satoshi-chan, my offer is still open. You're mine either way, but I can be nice..." He threw Satoshi across the room onto the bed. "Or not."
Satoshi pushed himself up as Krad strode over. "You bastard..."
Krad smiled serenely. "Oh, my Satoshi-chan. You're so cute sometimes." Krad punched Satoshi in the stomach and shoved him back onto the bed. "Now, the less you misbehave, the less I'll have to hurt you."
Krad gently removed Satoshi's glasses and set them aside, then slapped Satoshi hard across the face. After a moment, Krad reached down and stroked the cheek he'd hit.
"I'm sorry Sato-chan. That was uncalled for, wasn't it?"
Satoshi levered himself up and glared at Krad. "Go. To. Hell."
"If that's how you feel..." Krad casually pulled out a pair of handcuffs and bound Satoshi's wrists to a bedpost. "I don't think I'll be able to trust you to not run away."
Krad pushed Satoshi down onto the bed and rested his full weight on the smaller boy. Satoshi turned his face away as Krad leaned in to kiss him and Krad smiled sweetly.
"No games, Sato-chan. I'm out of patience just now, okay?" Krad grabbed Satoshi's hair and wrenched the boy's head around so that Satoshi was facing him. He leaned down and captured Satoshi's lips in a hungry kiss, forcing Satoshi's mouth open and plundering the boy's mouth with his tongue.
Krad's hand's moved to undo the buttons of Satoshi's school shirt and he frowned for a second. "Hm…I suppose I should have taken this off *before* I chained you to the bed....Oh well." Krad ripped Satoshi's shirt off in one quick motion. "That solves *that*."
Satoshi shook as Krad's mouth moved down his neck, Krad's tongue mapping a path down past his Adam's apple. Krad moved back up and took Satoshi's mouth again while one hand moved to toy with Satoshi's nipples. Satoshi bit back a moan. "Stop...please, *stop*," whispered Satoshi.
Krad paused and looked up at Satoshi's face. "Why?"
"Because...I don't love you."
There was a moment of silence, then, "That was the wrong answer, Sato-chan."
Satoshi closed his eyes and tensed for the harsh blows he feared were to come. But all he felt was Krad's weight disappearing from on top of him.
(I can wait a little longer, I suppose.)
Satoshi's eyes snapped open and he looked around. Krad was nowhere to be seen. ::What...how...::(Good night, Sato-chan.)
Satoshi flexed his wrists, which were still bound to the bed.
::...What about the handcuffs?::
(I'm sure your *Niwa-kun* will come and check up on you eventually.)
Satoshi sighed and did his best to get comfortable on the bed. He fell asleep with tears in his eyes.
Krad settled on the bed next to Satoshi and carefully unlocked the handcuffs. He wrapped himself around the other boy and laid his head on Satoshi's chest. "Sato-chan...maybe after I kill *him* you'll see. But...you can't lock me away like they lock the other one away, and I have a lifetime to catch you. I will, eventually. Omedetou tanjoubi."
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I hope my characterization of Krad was accurate. I see him as an insane, slightly sadistic, not-really-all-there-but-dedicated-to- owning-Satoshi kinda guy.