Falling

Falling
By: Karie
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One of my friends, Shini, has an DN Angel char, Krad. Yes, I RP with him waaaay too much. This is my first DN Angel fic, so, be kind? It's kind of, odd. I think. I dunno. wtfever. I dun own CRAWLING. That belongs to mighty people, Linkin Park actually, but they are mighty good artists. And I'm making no money either. Enjoy Minna?
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These wounds / they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real>

Falling... Falling... Red, white, black, yellow, purple, blue... Falling...

Daisuke shot up straight and stared into the darkness. It was too real.

//Of course it was REAL.//

Smug bastard.

//Sank you.//

Daisuke lay back down and curled up on his side, staring out into the blackness of night. It surrounded him, just like the dream...

Consuming / confusing>

Icy eyes snapped open and a hand reached out, pulling glasses off a simple wooden nightstand. The item slid over the cold eyes and pajama clad legs slid out of bed, bare feet hitting cool carpet. They scuffed softly and stopped in front of a mirror. Blue eyes glared back at him under a mop of similarly colored hair, sticking out in all directions from sleep. Something stirred within him and he frowned more deeply.

Controlling / I can’t seem
To find myself again>

Dark darted out from the building, grinning slightly to himself. In the back of his mind he could hear the protests.

/Will you cut it out! Do you WANT Satoshi to catch you and then find out its ME?!/

Dark ignored the boy and continued through the shadows. There was a soft sound and a hand on his shoulder, whirling him around. He dropped what he carried, the item skidding over the ground. Blonde hair framed another face, dauntingly familiar. There was a blow to the base of his skull and lights exploded.

Krad looked down at the unconcious theif. Then he hefted Dark and left the spot, taking the dropped item from where it stopped. He carried Dark over his shoulder and on to an empty home and into a room with a bed in the center. He left the item by the door and lay the unconcious theif in the bed. Dark's hands and feet were secured to the top and bottom of the bed by stong cuffs and the item was put in the hall and the door closed. The room was white and windowless and the bed was white except for the head and foot boards. It was a very frightening room. Krad leaned in a corner.

[Without a sense of confidence / I’m convinced
there's just too much pressure to take]>

/You idiot! I told you you'd be caught!/

Dark ignored the boy again and slowly opened his eyes. The starkness of the room hit him like a slap in the face and he immediantly tried to get up and was stopped VERY short. He couldn't mover more than a few inches. He twisted as much as he could but the only color was him as far as he could tell. Then amused laughter came from a corner just out of his sight.

/Oh no! Dark! You idiot! Baka baka baka!!!/

The boy was ignored again.

Krad laughed in the corner, watching the theif he'd worked for so long to catch start to panic and writher, trying to see the room. He came out of his corner and entered the other's line of sight, blonde hair wafting along after him. He stood next to the bed, smirking down at the captive Dark. The male on the bed glared up at him the stuck out his tounge. Krad smirked a little wider.

"Don't do that unless you intend to use that tounge for something important."

The theif just blew a raspberry at him. Krad smirked and swooped down, hands on Dark's shoulders tightly, pushing the other male back into the bed. Krad pushed his face close to Dark's, until his eyes filled the theif's vision compleatly. Then he murmured amusedly.

"I caught you."

So insecure>

Dark tried to turn his head away from the psychotic blonde over him but the hands on his shoulders moved to his face and turned him back to face the other male. He tried to glare up at Krad and failed.

"Fuck you."

"Gladly."

The simple word, whispered so heavily, make Dark shrink away. He hadn't ment it like that damnit!

These wounds / they will not heal>

Dark stared up at Krad in disbelief. The other man stood over him, a contemplating look on his face. Then the blonde reached down and Dark tried to twist away as the man easily yanked his clothes away, ripping them apart and tossing them into the room. The white became littered with dark shreds. Dark shivered slightly in the cold of the room. His clothes were gone, too easily removed. Then he stared up at Krad who was unbuttoning his own clothes carefully. The white material was tossed in the same direction as Dark's now shreaded clothes and hid some of the material. The moment the insane blonde touched him, his skin began to crawl.

Confusing what is real>

Krad ran his hand down Dark's chest and settled down on the edge of the bed, leaning over the theif. He smirked down at the other man and crawled to a spot between the theif's legs which were connected seperatly to the corners of the foot board which held them conveiniently apart. The fear radiating from the theif's eyes was tangible and he snickered softly.

"You asked for it."

Dark screamed, trying to arch away, pull away, something to stop the awful, painful penitration. The blonde didn't even wait for the pain to stop, he just started moving inside Dark. Something warm was running down his skin... He shuddered slightly. It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real...

Distracting / reacting>

He tried to distract himself, thinking of ways to get even with the blonde for this, no, he wasn't really doing this... It hurt, god it hurt. Daisuke was whimpering within him.

/This isn't happening... God, why don't you ever LISTEN to me! I told you! I told you.../

//I'm sorry... God... It hurts...//

/No kidding? I KNOW! I FEEL IT TOO!/

Dark could hear the boy's sobs. It surprised him that Krad couldn't hear them too, they filled his head, distracting him from the... No, don't think... Then it was over. Krad was coming and pulling out. The blonde just unfastened him and pulled his clothes on, walking out, door standing wide open. Dark just curled in on himself, laying there.

It’s haunting how I can’t seem
To find myself again>

Daisuke stood before a mirror. Dark circles around his eyes belied his lack of sleep lately. He wouldn't leave the house, he wouldn't talk to anyone. He just didn't want to. He couldn't recognise himself anymore. Was he Niwa Daisuke? Or Dark? A theif? He didn't know. He punched the glass of the mirror, the stuff shattering out at him as he collapsed to the floor and rocked with sobs. He didn't know...

[Without a sense of confidence / I’m convinced
there's just too much pressure to take]>

Everything was closing in around him. He had a faint memory of something. It wasn't clear, but it was there. But, he could see Daisuke. Niwa Daisuke, pain and betrayal and fear writen in those eyes. He sat in the dark, it seemed to press in around him, only the small island of his bed protecting him. He just didn't understand, what had he done?

So insecure...>

Within Satoshi's mind, Krad sat, smugly satisfied.

\Trust me, its good that you don't really know.\

I don't trust you. What did you do.

Krad smirked within.

\I caught Dark. I raped him. I left him.\

YOU WHAT?

\I. Raped. Dark. Delicious prospect really. He asked for it.\

...You're disgusting. Good night.

\You should try remembering a little more.\

Krad curled up and snickered within Satoshi's mind as the boy shuddered physically.

These wounds / they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real>

In two houses, two boys curled up, one scarred by a memory he'd rather not remember and one wondering why he didn't have the memory. One wanted to fall and never hit the bottom and one wanted to catch the other.

Falling... Falling... Red, white, black, yellow, purple, blue... Falling...

~OWARI~

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I told you, weird. Uhhh, ick. Rape. Not my fave topic. Dun ask, its just not. Well, whatever, its finished. Ja!

KARIE *muah!* <3