Darker Than You

Authors Note: Ok, this is completly different then what Katou\'s real life is like. Sae is being replaced by a younger sister, Katline, who is a complete jerk to him and his mother. His mother is basically what Sae is, only doesn\'t call him Yue-chan or anything to that matter. Robert is Katou\'s \"Father\" the one that raised him that is. Still abusive, and yes... he has an American name, because he originated from America, haven\'t completly worked out why he\'s in Tokyo or anything just yet, but yeah. This is just something I put together at random. Thank you and enjoy.


Warning: Might be some OOC, rape, yaoi, angst, suicidal thoughts, attempt suicide, drug abuse, child abuse, wife abuse, cussing, lemons, and VERY bad spelling and about anything else that I might and will add to this story.

Rated: You\'ve read this far, you tell me!!

Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of the characters of Angel Sanctuary and the names I use for Katou\'s family are not really there either. And **YES**, I do know his real family and all that crap but this is an AU fic.

Time Frame: uh... no where, its AU thank you.

Told from Katou\'s POV.


~Part 21~

I groggly opened my eyes. I hated not being able to wake up in a bed that you felt safe in. Thats exaclty how I felt in this one that I was in. It was my room. And it had no peace within myself. But oh well, such is life. I curl closer anyways and shut my eyes again. Maybe sleep will find me again and I\'ll be able to slip away into the eternal darkness that is the mind.

But of course it doesn\'t work.

I sit up slowly and look towards a clock. Its blinking 12:56 am. I smirked. Of course it wouldn\'t tell me.

I uncurl from the blanket and sigh, streaching. It suddenly hits me. I\'m hungry. My stomach growls angerly at me. I have been laying in this room for several days. Door locked and all. I wonder if anyone is home.

I climb up and go towards the door and open it up. The hall way hadn\'t changed and I step out. It feels weird, being in hell again. Willingly. I padded my way down the stairs hopeing it wasn\'t in the morning but in the afternoon. But not to late for Robert to be home. Fear suddenly gripped me. I hadn\'t been home in a long while, at least long enough for Robert to take out on me.

Which means the next time he sees me. I\'m pretty well dead. I swollowed the lump in my throat and went down the stairs. Into the living room I saw Katline sitting. She looked up at me with murder. Almost ready to say something, but she presses her lips together in a scowl.

I wonder what day it must be now... probly on the weekend. Which would mean that Robert would be home.

Toward to the kitchen, but not going in I just simply look into it. Theres Robert sitting at the table and Mama cooking something. Smells like soup or something watery. My stomach growls again.

And just my luck, Robert looks up towards me. Anger fires up in his eyes as he sees me huddling by the wall watching the family be a family. Mama looks over and sees me then towards Robert.

Crap... not good. Robert is up and going towards me and I\'m frozen in fear.

\"What are you doing back here, boy? I though you would have figured it out that you are unwanted here and NEVER came back!\" He growled down at me.

I expected it but didn\'t see the foot flying to meet my face. I fell back onto the floor feeling blood form from my nose. I vaguely wonder if it was broken.

Yes, lets just add on to my life\'s problems at the moment. I mean Kira hates me, Mama thinks I\'m a mistake, Robert hates me even more, Katline\'s laughing, I\'m scared, been raped by my close friend, raped my closer friend, haven\'t been in school, don\'t know where to go, and I just want to eat. This is just isn\'t the best of times for me.

Robert is in a kicking mood. For he keeps kicking me over and over till I\'m just a pile of pain. I wanted to ripp out my stomach for making a noise while I was there judgeing the distance. Robert yells something to Mama that I can\'t understand. Words have no meaning to me right now.

He\'s gone and Mama is hovering over me. She\'s swirly looking. She pulls me to my feet, and I become very aware of my body. Ribs are broken. I wheeze out in pain. She pushes me lightly towards the door. Telling me to go to the park and just wait there for something. She\'s begging me to go to the park. But, she doesn\'t say why. In my pain filled mind I guess it would be a good idea.

And out the door I was, walking in a pile of pain with blood dripping down from my nose. I whipped it with my sleeve and go towards the park. Which isn\'t to far away.

When my feet drag me into the park I headed to the closest covered bench and sit my ass down to try to figure out what the hell I\'m to do...

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To Be Continued...