Angels Fall First
Chapter Three: "That Smile Use To Give Me Warmth"

a/n: Major props to Naanaami for recognizing that I'm a Nightwish fan. I'd hug you if I could. It's true, we Nightwish fan rule! Also much love to Everwhite for reading my fic. I'm honored, considering I'm such a big fan of your own works! There's some SatRisa action in this chappie!

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BEWARE THE OOCNESS! But let's face it folks...it enevitable with Krad and Satoshi in the mix.

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Every extension of her body felt heavy, weighed down with fear and pain. Even her eye lids seemed to weigh a ton as she found herself unable to raise them. The faint sound of water dripping nearby was the first thing to enlighten Riku's senses, followed by the vile stench of mildew and stagnant air. Groaning, the memory of where she was gradually resurfaced- a very old room under the watch of an extremely psychotic angel.

"Are you awake yet?" a smooth hand brushed lightly over her cheek.

Taken back by the unwanted contact, Riku forced her lids open. Soft, round caramel colored eyes met vicious, narrow golden ones. Krad was crouched before her, his eyes swiftly observing her condition but holding no real concern in their frigid depths. Riku felt her limbs dance to life under his scrutiny with the will to run, but only resulted in the clank of metal against painted stone.

"Tsk tsk," Krad's lips formed a sarcastic pout as he waved a finger infront of her face. "Trying to run away already? But we haven't had the chance to get to know eachother properly."

"What the hell are you!" Riku battled with the urge to spit in that beautiful face of his.

"I'm the same was your precious Dark," his face lit up with the same haunting smirk.

"Dark," her lips mouthed the word carefully. What did that pervert have to do with her? Did this mean that Krad was a playboy thief as well? "Why have you kidnapped me?"

"Because you, my dear," he rose to his feet, "are a Sacred Maiden."

"Sacred Maiden?" he features twisted with confusion.

Krad's head quirked tot he side at her unanticipated reply. So she really didn't know anything. An amused light flickered across his eyes, this was going to be fun. Whiping away small traces of dirt from his robes, he let out a low laugh.

"You're the reason Dark's here," he stated as if it was common knowledge. "You're the reason he steals, the reason he fights, his power so to speak. But more importantly you're the reason I always lose."

His footsteps echoed intimidatingly in the tiny room as he drew closer to the shackled girl. Gripping her forcefully by the shoulders, he lifted Riku to her feet. Slapping his hands against the wall next to her head, Krad leaned in. The space between their torsos now only mere inches.

"And now your mine," he sneered.

Riku's entire form was as stiff as the sturdiest of woods. Her muscles only seemed to tighten more with every breath he took, which was warm against her neck. The foulness of the air was promplty replaced by the fresh sent of his flaxen hair and expensive cologne. Her mind quickly searched for any words, any type of retortion, but could only seem to focus on his presence so uncomfortably close.

"I'll turn Dark's greatest strength into his ultimate downfall."

There was a passing of a second from his words before his lips fleetingly conquered her own. Where Dark's kiss was gentle and giving, Krad's seemed to be the complete opposite. With rough presses and demanding pulls he put more emphasis on the word "mine". And where as Rikue tensed against Dark's mouth, she felt her limbs relax with Krad, as if surrendering to his will.

Satoshi Hiwatari had often prided himself on not letting human desires and emotions get the better of him, because all they could do was lead to trouble and undoubted failure. But today the ice haired commander was plagued with one very strong emotion- guilt. It was his fault that Krad had become this monsterous and that he had let him connnive this plan without awareness. It would seem that Satoshi wasn't as in tune with his counterpart as he should have been. Dammit, he was the one who was suppose to be in control.

It also appeared that Riku's disappearance was taking the largest toll on her sister, Risa Harada. A smile had yet to grace the young girl since the abduction and God help him if he didn't feel guilty for that too. Somehow seeing his distraught classmate brought an immediate pang in his chest. Satoshi probably wouldn't have attended school that day, considering it wasn't required for him, if staying home hadn't been so difficult. Knowing that Riku was just rooms away, in a room orginally reserved for Dark, chained to the wall and him without an explantion as to why he couldn't release her only brought about more shame.

So why was he here, trailing timidly behind the girl he had unintentionally hurt? Was his remorse wrought heart acting on its own? Did he somewhere think in the back of his mind that any words of comfort could compensate for the loss of this girl's sister? Yet here he was, his feet unable to stop moving and his lips unable to begin."Rr-r-isa."

Her movements stopped with the final click of her heel against the pavement. Turning around sharply, large brown eyes lined with undeniable tears fell on the stunned commander. Although Risa didn't know it, her eyes were unbelievably accusing and Satoshi lost his nerve for words under their stare. Her lips pursed, awaiting his reply but none ever came.

The following course of actions were much too swift for either one of them to comprehend. Although unsure what compelled her to do so, Risa's head fell calmly against Satoshi's chest. Burying her face against his uniform shirt, she began to sob without control. Satoshi on the other hand, froze. His pale blue eyes focused straight ahead, ubable to reveal the stir of emotions behind them. All Risa wanted was for him to wrap his arms around her frame and tell her it was going to be okay, but something in him wouldn't allow him to do so.

"I thought angels were messengers from God," she sniffed, " but why would God want Riku?"

Satoshi sighed, not for any other reason than the fact that it seemed like the only suitable thing to do at the time. Cupping her chin firmly in his hand, he lifted her face so that her eyes would lock with his own. He wanted to make sure his words reached her cleary and with understanding. "Maybe God's trying to send you a message."

Riku's heart instantly jumped to her throat at the sound of the doorknob turning but instead of the ominous blonde, in stepped a some-what friendly face. Satoshi, cautious to his DNA, slowly approached the hostage bearing a rattling tray of food. Riku was less concerned with her stomach and more eager for answers.

"Hiwatari what's going on," she struggled, her wrist begining to chafe under the iron shackles. "Are you working with him!"

"No Harada-san," he breathed tiredly, resting infront of her. "Things are just going seem that way until I can figure out a way to get you out of here. You can trust me though, I promise I'll set you free."

She opened her mouth to protest, but quickly shut it again. She trusted him. "Thank you."

Dipping a clothe into a pan of water, he began working on cleaning away the dirt and grim from her face. Riku felt herself blush under the cool rag. It was true there was no way for her to bath chained to the wall like this, it was embarassing to think how she looked. Luckily there were no mirrors in the room.

"How long have I been in here," she asked, in attempts to strike up a conversation.

"Just a day," he replied plainly.

"It feels like forever."

"Satoshi..."

He paused in the middle of cleaning behind her ears. He gave her a look that clearly read "what?".

"You smell just like Krad."

A/N: Sry about the shortness. If anyone has any ideas for this story I REALLY need them.