Rating: M for later chapters

Warning: Yaoi

Summary: Krad watched Satoshi as he hurt himself. Since he couldn't do anything, he called Dark for help. D/S

Disclaimer: I do NOT own D.N. Angel

A/N: HO, BOY! I have been gone for a long time. This story had been complete, for a 14/15 year old when I wrote it. I went back to read my stories to try to get inspired to write again, but all the uses of "boy" and "child" REALLY irked me. So I changed up a little bit. And ended up adding a scene. I'm horrible, I know.

Satoshi took the knife and shoved it into his body. He repeated the action again and again, slicing through different areas. Blood pooled around his feet.

He was angry; so, so angry. Most of his anger was directed towards himself, for failing to protect his friend.

He shoved the knife through his upper arm and pulled it down past his elbow, ignoring the blood that coated his hand.

PAIN. That was all he felt, all he wanted to feel. He had nearly killed the red head once again. Well, Krad had, but he felt guilty since he had been too weak to stop the blond angel. That was something he could never let happen again, so he took the only option he felt he had.

He would kill himself.

But not quickly. No, it had to long, slow, and painful. It had to hurt.

Rage filled his heart as he sliced through his skin over and over, welcoming the blackness that he felt slowly take over his mind.

Krad tried talking to the teen, begging him to stop, but to no avail. He had threatened and pleaded and tried taking over their shared body, but the bluenette's will for this had been too strong to break through.

In a fit of desperation, he tried one last thing. "Dark!" He yelled out in his mind, "I need your help! Please?!" There was no answer to his call.

He knew this should work, as it was something they had used twice before. Though, that was when Dark had needed Krad's help.

"GOD DAMN IT DARK! I NEED YOU TO RETURN YOUR DAMNED FAVOR!" he screamed in his mind, frustration building as he sensed Satoshi jam the knife into his thigh and pull up.

Much to his relief, a small acknowledgment was directed towards him and he quickly sent their location to the thief.

Unaware of his curse's actions, Satoshi slowly plunged the knife into his chest, letting a groan pass his lips. He wanted, no needed, to torture himself before he allowed this body the release of death. The pain from the wound was extreme, but not enough. He pushed it deeper, breaking one of his ribs with the knife.

Dark got Krad's message. At first, he thought it had been a trap, since the blond had never reached out to Dark like that before. But for him to be asking for the favour returned? This was urgent.

He quickly flew towards the Hiwatari mansion, flying high to avoid being seen and fan-girled over. He knew that whatever was going on was something that commanded his immediate - and full - attention.

Once he got to the mansion, he chose a random top window and crashed through. He withdrew his wings and ran through the house, searching desperately for blue or blond hair.

He almost missed the room. A simple door, nothing fancy or even decorative, was the entrance. Truth be told, he had run past it first before realizing it even was a door, instinct telling him to look back.

He shouldered through the door, not bothering with the doorknob, knowing it would be locked. He froze as he saw the blue-haired teen slash a knife through his shoulder.

Dark yelped and lunged at the boy as the knife circled back for his abdomen. He yanked the knife out of the tamer's hand and threw it towards the door.

Satoshi looked up with tear stained eyes, fear and agony reflecting themselves in the blue orbs.

Dark reached out with a trembling hand, not knowing where to place it. "Satoshi," Dark gently said, causing the teen to break down and sob. He pulled the shaking boy into his arms. "Satoshi, why?" Dark whispered.

Satoshi felt a tidal wave of emotions; rage, fear, shame, guilt. Mostly guilt. It had been only hours before when Krad and the Kaitou had fought bloodily. There had been many energy balls and fists and deadly feathers flying in the fight, leaving both angels - and therefore tamers - in poor condition.

And it was all his fault. He had failed at keeping Krad buried in his mind, so all the damage the blond did was because of his weakness.

"Dark, I-I... I hurt Daisuke more and more each passing day. I can't do it anymore. There is no one who cares enough anyway. Daisuke... Daisuke..." Satoshi could barely talk through the sobs, his chest hurting with each word, each breath.

"Daisuke cares," Dark's voice took on a pleading tone. He knew his argument sounded weak, but he was thinking on the fly. When Krad called for his help, he didn't expect to find the tamer committing suicide. Quite effectively, too, if he couldn't calm the young tamer down enough to tend to the wounds that were oozing blood. He gently ran fingers through blue hair, pulling the frail body close to his own, hoping that it was enough pressure to slow the bleeding a little to buy himself some time.

Satoshi yanked himself out of Dark's arms. "NO! HE DOESN'T CARE!" He shouted angrily. "He might be a little sad for... What? A day? Maybe two. Then he will be back to being his normal carefree self. No one will care..." Satoshi trailed off at the end, looking down at the floor, squeezing his hands together.

"I WILL THEN! Because I DO care," Dark said sincerely, knowing that the statement could be taken two ways. He gently took Satoshi's wrist and pulled him back into his embrace. "So please, please don't try to hurt yourself anymore. Please?" He begged softly, only too aware of the blood soaking his clothes.

"Please..." He whispered into blue hair.

Satoshi was in turmoil; here was his enemy, begging him not to take his life. He had been so sure that everyone's life would be better without him, but...now? He could feel that Dark wasn't saying what he was just for the hell of it, but he wasn't sure if he meant it.

Nonetheless, Satoshi nodded in Dark's embrace, figuring that he was too far gone for it to matter anyway. He felt his body sway for a moment and give out.

Dark smiled tightly and picked the unconscious teen up, hoping he wasn't too late. He carefully walked to the bed and laid the bluenette down. Taking a shaky breath, he rummaged through the Hikari's things to find a medical kit, before setting to work cleaning and fixing up the oozing wounds...