I love you, Onii-san – by Saihi.Slowmotionhunter
Chapter Four: Turning PointI am soooooo sorry. Lemme see… THREE months. T.T. my my how evil. It took me a long time typing up this chappy. Somewhere between 2 to 6 weeks… ouch.
(sighs) too tired to do reviewer's replies… I'll just… move on… but I really appreciated all the reviews. They kept me up to continue this story or else it would have died like all other stories… (ahem)
but I'll leave little notes? O.o? okay. XD I'll leave little notes. Nah I'll leave a few long notes to satisfy peoples.
---my little 'notes'---
Ashe Nightingale your accusations are so close. T.T I just they don't get any closer. Im sorry for switching POV but the story runs in mystery and confusion that way. You'll eventuall find out who's speaking by the fourth or eighth sentence so I didn't think it was too much trouble… and I fix that grammar problem and reposted! You've never seen the series? Have you read it though? If you haven't there's some torrents, or mIRC channels that's spawning with dnangel anime and manga you can get!
Daphne nooooo! Don't leave me! Ima mish all your wacky typo reviews and funkay ness. You've stuck with me for so long it's so WRONG for you to leave. T.T waaah….. Daphne's leaving meh… oh you got a frienster? Hmm… I got a myspace… I dun know much eople on frienster is why. But I dun know much peeps on myspace either but oh yeah. XD 3 I mish yooh already….
Menoumaru god I gotta organize all my time preferences… T.T. have I already told you how EVIL my life is?
Aspendragon yeah… carnivorous… not much I can do about it. That's what you guys usually see of Krad and that's how I've portrayed it. No war. No yaoi. Just the story of Krad. And Dark. And two little girls. …ah… oops. Shouldn't have said that. But you didn't hear me right:) yup. Oh, and again, there IS no war. There WAS war. Remember the things in italics? They're just fragments of flashbacks and past memories. And, Daisuke and Satoshi are separated… just because that makes the story run smoother (yah I can do with them being stuck together but separated makes the plot more… Twisted.)
Crystal-Neko you rock the way that when the reviews don't work, you EMAIL the review to me personally. YOU ROCK YOU ROCK YOU ROCK SO MUCH! (hugs and kisses) a lot of my reviews goes down the drain because the reviews are unreviewable and the people just gives up there. But you kick ass girl! (shoves you lots and lots of gold coins she stole from Krad and takes you out to buy more ice cream and cheesecake (I love cheesecake… mmm…) tugging on Krad's hair to pull him along)
Nekogirltheanimefreak thanks for your reviews and I'm happy you like it! Yeah it was long. That's why it irritates me a lot but the reviews always manages to pull off the stress for me!(Dark runs in and steals the cookie you gave for me and goes to find Krad and breaks it in half and him and Krad finds a corner to snuggle into while nibbling on my cookie.) T.T that was my cookie you losers…
Moondagger666 okay okay I'm updated (hides under rock incase you decide to throw something at me in anger of me not updating for 3 months) … (looks around and waits for the swarms of hate mails to slide into her inbox)
Seiryu I gotta update so many damn stories…. T.T house of manipulation reloaded is next on my list to update and then Promised and then Energy and then some more crap… o.o eeeeeek… (Surgeon and mental advisers comes into room with a strap table on wheels and asks me if you're Seiryu. I nod, drinking more pepsi and watch as they wheel you away. XD) Oh gosh the many fun we had in HOM… I really gotta update it dun I?
---end of my little 'notes'---
Prepare to be ripped from the depressing world that belongs to Krad that's been occupying the last three chapters XD. Where's that happy song when you need it?
And and and and AND be warned that the writing style gone on for the last three chapters will change during this chapter. the old style will still be here, but it will be switched to suit the situation (and cause I'm lazy bum and cant afford to be poetic like that or else each chapter'll be like 6 months to be posted). The parts/sections are short, the chapter's long, but more importantly, it's the turning point… or some of it anyway.
Chapter Four: Turning Point
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The moon had set high by the time he had begun retreat to his sanctuary. His ghostly white appearance attracted much of the moon goddess' attention as he rustled silently down the wide path of sparkling crystal white rocks and pass the still wooden swing.
It was strange; the whole day had been strange. Everything was so confusing and out of order and totally distorted but the ice demon decided, just for the moment, to put them aside.
He glided up those few steps set on the porch and placed his stained gloved hand on the cold silver handle that he couldn't feel. It was still unlocked as he had left it, after a slight turn of the handle, although it had very few reasons to be otherwise.
"Tadaima." he called out softly, stepping through the threshold whilst else not noticing the living room was painted a low, crimson red as opposed to it's ice cold, moonlighted blue.
The still darkness was stifled.
"Okairi."
Krad wrenched his head sharply in the direction of the other voice. He was fully alerted, taking note of the burning fire in the extravagant fireplace that had rarely been used. He had not been expecting anyone to return his greeting, no less the person that sat in front of him in the leather couch.
The room and the derelict art works now suddenly struck in an eerier light, with the shadows clinging closely to broken statues and shattered glass shards. The shards were the ones sparkling most brightly, especially when the flames of the fire flickered and then died out to have the shards be clouded with shadows.
It came out in the unpredicted calm, easy voice. "Welcome home."
The flames licked at the silence.
He bit his lip when the figure in white did not respond, titling his head slightly as if to see things more clearly.
"She cried when she saw me."
Red, orange, white; all flickering in the darkness of magnificence. Maybe if the room have been more brightly lit the flickering might not have been so intimidated by the cold reflections. They shaded in the silhouettes of one, brightly contrasting on two.
He was expecting Krad to say something in return, but the ice demon remained uncannily composed; his eyes still fixed on his other's equally blue ones. Satoshi continued.
"She had backed away. She wouldn't come near me. She said I wasn't 'Mitsukai-san'."
The commander paused as his thoughts seem to trail around this.
"'Mitsukai-san?'" He mused. He picked up a white feather from among the wrecks on the floor and began twiddling with it in his hands, eyes preoccupied upon it.
"She said she was very sorry to trouble me."
Krad's uncanny self refused to change his appeared.
"I couldn't help her. She was crying; she was scared, of me." His eyes shifted at Krad. "She ran into your room, Krad."
Satoshi stood up, taking the few steps up to Krad and folded his arms. "She said she wanted 'Mitsukai-san'. She said that over and over and over again with me standing at the doorway." Satoshi titled his head. "I asked if she was hungry; she said she was scared."
Right at that moment, something changed in the room. It disturbed the tension that was set between Tamer and Angel. Krad turned around. Right there, he turned his back his headed for the blackened staircase. His steps were slow, but they remain constant as he glided up.
"Krad." He heard his master called behind him. Up the last few steps, Krad pushed open the double doors of his room and stopped right inside the doorway.
His eyes scanned slowly around the room, unlit and basking in the moon's flow in one perfect shade of ivory blue. He breathed, the perfect stillness disturbed by the fluttering of linen curtains in the breeze pushed through the open window.
Then a slight movement caught the angel's sharp eyes, stirring in the same pattern of the linen curtains. It was the overflow of the simple bedspread, moving in slight momentum. He glided silently to the bed and carefully knelt.
Behind her thin curtains, the girl saw the shadows on the other side, movements soft and natural. She pushed herself to the other end and pulled her knees up to her chest, huddling close in the corner as the curtains were pulled away.
She blinked.
Silence seemed to pass an eternity in the room, a perfect stillness of a snapshot between two beautiful creatures, one of innocence and one of blood and sins, a picture of which Satoshi could have sketched and painted then if a delicate pencil and canvas was placed in his hands.
A sketch of ever evanesce of the girl instinctually coming forward to the angel, crawling into his lap as he held her, leaning now back against the soft side of the bed. A painting of ever serenity as he shifted her closer to him, her little hands combing ever straight though the soft, glowing golden strands. The ice demon smiled, a reality that touched the demon's face that appeared unreal.
The figure at the doorway, with his shadow stretching long from the yellow light at the entrance falling into the blue shades of the room, retreated away. His rigid, hard and stopping steps quickly fell away, not even noticing as they fell over the drops of red stained brightly on the dark marbles.
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I lay blinking in the darkness, a hand across my chest curving and hooking into the crevice of my neck where detachment lies. But there couldn't have been detachment because detachment generates pain and… I felt no pain.
Still, I lay blinking, unmoving on the hard, cold floor. It's frozen textures are comforting, so wonderful and understanding.
It's so beautiful, so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat pulsing in the empty space. It goes at a steady, calm pace; an unfathom melody, pleasing to hear.
It's been so long since it's been like this, so long since it's been just us two without a thought or distraction.
It must have been a dream, all of tonight. All of Krad. All of this. It's all a dream.
Then…. If it's all a dream… What is real?
If reality makes what is understandable, twisted, then it is an illusion. But if unwound thoughts makes you think surreal believable, then it is reality.
But then… Maybe… maybe these words were said differently because it seemed too perfect. All my life I lived an illusion among reality, and all that is surreal, is my reality.
I shift my body on its side, stare straight into the darkness of the long corridor. I rub my cheek against the icy cold texture of the floor, feeling the burning of my face dropping. I could stay here forever; I really could but then the thought of Daisuke crossed my mind. A sigh escaped my lips and slowly I got to my feet. I stood there for the remaining few minutes to listen to that melody a bit more before whispering for Wiz.
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Risa laid on her back in the soft comfort of her sister's bed. The lights were turned off; the window curtains pulled wide open, letting the streetlights below creep in.
It turned out she didn't leave for Dark. Every since Riku stormed out Risa had been in this room… ever since Riku stormed out. Now she's left to wonder, 'where was her sister?'
Whilst else, Riku was in the room next door, leaning on the railing of the balcony thinking any moment now a figure in the sky with ebony wings with Risa would appear soaring by.
But it did not.
Hours upon hours upon late hours of waiting produced nothing but the flushed sea blue sky being plunged into a darker dye, heavily dark but lighted with the searchlights from far away.
Riku wondered what was happening.
Guilt suddenly snapped at her. Maybe she was too explosive with Risa. Maybe? Now that she looked back she didn't mean half the things she said.
The searchlights were being turned off one by one down at the far off museum. One day with Dark in cuffs. Riku rolled her eyes.
Maybe I should go down to the museum and pick Risa up, seeing how Dark hasn't been shooting around in the air tonight. Riku thought as she headed towards the closet and pulled out a coat. Risa's. Damn frilly and lace. She put it on the bed and found a more simple one, a black trench coat. That she put on, and g rabbed the other coat and headed out the door. I'll tell her I'm sorry.
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"…Dark?"
Oh God he's been found. He's been found and this was meant to be the end. He's gonna go into cuffs now dammit. Imagine the great Dark Mousy in cuffs. Impossible!
"…DARK." The voice confirmed, thick with a slight (more than that) scent of grudge and hatred.
The phantom thief laughed nervously, smiling slightly. "H-hi… Ri…Ku…"
"What. Are. You. Doing." She said haltingly.
Dark was lying on the ground, in the open of the street, near a street lamp and a bench. He could have laid instead on the bench, but he didn't. He could have laid dead in the spot light (oh joy for Riku could see that) but he didn't. Dark laid flat on his side, arms limps, feeling slightly funny with the red head in front of him. His wings were not attached; Wiz stood on his hind legs next to Dark, cocking his head with the occasional "Kiu."
"Heh. It's a funny story, Riku."
"And I'm sorry to say I don't have time to hear your funny story."
"But-"
"I hope the commander finds you here and puts you behind bars." Riku turned in disgust and took the few steps away from Dark but stopped when something tugged on her pant-leg.
"Huh?" She looked down and Wiz looked back up at her, his head cocked.
"Kiuuuuuuuuuuuu…"
Honestly, Riku hated Dark's guts. Hated it hated it hated it hated it! She hated the way he was so perverted, the way Risa fell for him, the way he always got away from handcuffs, the way he had wings, and mostly, the way he was just… Dark.
The first time she saw Dark she thought he was just some arrogant bastard on the screens, and she just couldn't get what Risa saw in him. She just thought Risa's senses were whacked. Who could love someone like Dark? Impossible, Riku had thought. But time has rolled by, lots of it. A lot of time has rolled by, and maybe Risa's feeling has become contagious, or at least influential.
Riku gave a deep, delirious sigh like she didn't know what was happening. She spun around and bent down.
"Dark?"
"Yes, Riku?"
"Need some help?"
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Emiko, of course, wasn't worry when Dark didn't come home when he was supposed to.
After all this was Dark we're talking about.
Who ever heard of a thief having a curfew, right?
But. Emiko was worried when Daisuke refused to eat his supper.
"I'm not hungry." He said, pushing his bowl away. Emiko bit doubtfully down on her fork, eyes fastened on Daisuke's figures as he pushed his chair back, standing up. "Might I be excused…"
"Sit." Emiko set down her fork.
"Huh?"
"I said sit."
"But-"
"You're not excused, Daisuke."
Dai and Kosuke watched in anticipation, both having something in their mouth and not daring to say anything. Their eyes rovered over Daisuke then Emiko, one which was protesting and the other edging.
"You haven't eaten anything all day." Emiko said stiffly.
"I'm just not hungry mom…"
"And why's that?" her quick eyes filled with flames as she instantly knew that he wouldn't tell. "Look, even if you won't tell your own mother for whatever reason it is that you may be acting weird for-"
"I'm not being weird!" Daisuke protested.
"Sit back down and stuff yourself until you're round enough to roll yourself into your room!" Emiko's eyes pinned Daisuke down in his chair with needles.
There was a silent war going on now. Daisuke's eyes suddenly burst with flame, life, which Emiko was pleased to see. At least he was still animated enough to be angry at her. Hell, he might have even hated her right now but that didn't matter much to Emiko, as she was sure he was alive.
But she wasn't going to lose. A smirk cross her lips, and Emiko slammed her foot down on Kosuke's who silently exploded in pain but was smart enough to shut up with an encoded look from Emiko. His look of terror was hidden as he lifted his chopsticks and shifted morsels of food from the main dish into Daisuke's bowl of white rice.
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Next morning came quickly.
Or slow for some.
You know, like when Risa just happens to come into the room in the middle of the night with Dark and Riku was in and some explanation was in order.
"I went looking for you you dumbass!" Riku spat in her defense. "I thought you'd be where Dark was so I went to pick you up!"
"Wasn't it obvious that I didn't go!"
"No! It wasn't obvious! How was I supposed to know, huh? Was I supposed to suddenly assume that you lost interest in Dark all of the sudden? Huh!"
All the while Dark sat stupefied on the bed, watching the exchange of kind, sibling words between the twins. It wasn't until when one of the doubles suddenly realized how off topic they were and pointed a threatening figure at Dark. "What does all the crap you're saying have to do with Dark being here!"
"He was lying dead on the damn street so I helped him!"
"Dark? Lying dead?" Risa made a hiss at the bottom of her throat. "in the street? I don't believe it!"
Riku's intentions have been to ask to be forgiven by her sister, and give forgiveness in return. But seeing how things were turning out in this fashionable order, there was no way that was happening.
"You know what-" Riku started, her hand flinging in mid air to point at her sister, but the appearance was more of a slap than accusation, "you know what Risa!-"
"Riku's not lying." Dark spoke at last, a serious look on his face.
Risa's surprise was unsurpassed. "Really."
"Really."
"Why'd you-" Risa's surprise turned into general confusion, all emotion she had on dark concentrated into why he was in her sister's bedroom.
"I was paralysis."
A blank look spread on both of the sister's face, but Dark had a feeling Risa didn't take it serious enough as Riku. It was obvious, because Riku, with a grudge on her face, had left the room, calling out in a flat behind her, "I'll get father's pjs for you."
Risa and Dark was left in the small, decorated room of Riku's. Silence enveloped the two as Risa finally grasped the concepts and looked curiously at Dark. Their eyes locked for a brief second before Dark looked away, out the window to the starlit sky. Risa's hand came, pushing Dark's face back to face hers.
"What's wrong?" She asked softly.
The coldness of Dark's wrapped around her wrist and gently removed it away with a "Nothing." Deceive and lies were oozing off his word, the simple word that gave it way and whispered to Risa, "I'm telling you a lie…"
"No, Dark, really… what's wrong?" Risa didn't struggle to take her hand away, but contempt to rest it in Dark's frozen cold grasp that held Risa's wrist as her gaze held his. His eyes were glazed over, but they held and still pierced her.
"It's nothing." He whispered, thick over the deceiving 'Nothing.' But still the eyes were locked, stories untold in whispers that Risa was trying to hear when another voice interrupted.
"Here I am-" Riku came bounding back into the room with a pair of red and black plaid pants and a black T shirt and other pair of silk red. She stopped in the doorway, watching as Dark released her sister's hand and turned towards her. She quirked her eyebrows, taking a step back out of the room. "Errr…"
"It's nothing, Riku" Risa said briskly, brushing past her. Two seconds later she popped her head back in. "I'll bring up some dinner for you later." She said to the both of them.
Riku shrugged, watching her sister leave before plopping down next to Dark the two pair of pjs. "Pick one to wear."
Dark just blinked up back at her. A blank and curious look on his face that was very childish as he cocked his head. Riku sighed, quickly grabbing his hand and let it drop just as quickly. "You're freezing." She announced shortly. "Wear the cotton one. Silk's too cold for you."
She left the room then, slamming the door shut behind her with a deafening BOOM.
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Wrapped her white sweater, which served as her dress, the girl left the house with Krad, wearing a plain white T-shirt with pants.
Satoshi had slept in, and Krad nor the little girl had dared no disturbed the commander, but left the house silently around ten.
The day was clear, sky as blue as ever, and without the thinnest trace of clouds. The streets were warming up, the air still crisped with yesterday's rain and the humid left a watery taste in the undisturbed empty void of the morning, but wasn't for long as Krad backed out of the garage. He saddled a black Yamaha, glittering with deep cobalt blue. It's engine roared loudly as the blond started the acceleration, and helped the little girl who stood on the side, onto the seat. He placed her in front of him, to watch in what case that she would never fall, nor the harsh wind would hit her face.
"Where are we going, mitsukai-san?" She asked in her little voice.
Krad took the helmet off the wall and adjusted it onto him, fixing his hair to the front so that it wouldn't whip in the wind. They both watched as the garage door slid back down shut.
"We're going out for a while."
"Out?"
"Yes, little one."
"But… what about… about…"
"About Satoshi-sama?" Krad helped her find the words she was looking for. Her pools of sapphire splashed with guilt as she nodded slowly, turning her head around to look upon Krad. "We'll be back soon, little one."
She sniffed, nodding sadly again and turned back around, her white hair just as glassy as Krad's in the backlight of the sun. "… okay."
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On this fine, fine morning, Daisuke awoke, Dark-less.
Big surprise there, but he didn't feel too different. He still felt Daisuke.
His hair was still burning red, his hands still both had five fingers, and his senses were still around. He still liked strawberries, still liked chocolate cakes, caramel fraps, the color black and red. He was still in move with Riku, still in love with painting. He was still failing all of his classes, still tripped over his own clumsiness, and still running late as always.
Always, most certainly applied to today, as Daisuke glanced at the wall clock that struck 7:15 am. He sat up rigidly, flinging the thin bed sheets and heavy blanket off him with a horrific whine.
"Waaaaah! I can't believe I'm late again!" He tripped over the thrown off sheets as he clambered to the door, and fell face-flat on the carpet. Quickly pushing him self up he ran for the door, wrenched it open and was out to go out when he forgot his change of clothes. Daisuke retreated to go get them, but in confusion of what to do, stuck his head in and out of the doorway several times before a "OKAA-SAN WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME!" jumped out of him and he slammed the door shut.
"Oh, I thought you'd like to sleep in today, Dai-chan!" was the faint reply from the kitchen.
Daisuke opened his door again and screamed back down "I HAVE SCHOOL TODAY OKAA-SAN!"
"Oh? Oh really? Oh, well then what are you still doing here Daisuke! Hurry up and change! You're going to be late for class again!" Emiko really seemed to be thinking about this before she indeed realizes that it was Monday and bretted Daisuke to hurry up. The red head, upstairs rolled his eyes and groaned, slamming the door shut again and four seconds later he was out zooming down the stairs with his uniform on, the shirt still unbuttoned.
"You're breakfast's on the table, sweetie." Emiko called as Daisuke whooshed by her, sitting on the sofa with the daily newspaper in her hands. A happy smile spread upon her delighted face as she flipped the paper, but seconds later her lips were pursed tight, reading the highlight and skimming briefly though the article as Daisuke whooshed back out, grabbing his school bag next to Emiko and slipping his feet into the shoes. "Wait Dai-chan!" Emiko called as she grabbed his collar, choking him and pulling him down. "You realize that your shirt's not button?"
Daisuke looked down with a surprised look, Emiko's hand weaving quickly up the shirt with the buttons. She gave him a quick kiss on the check (which Daisuke tried resisting by pulling away) and then shoved him away and out the door. "I-I-Ite mairimasu!" The red head stammered wildly as he tripped on the threshold but caught himself.
"Itte 'rasshai!" Emiko waved at the door, winked, and then closed it before Daisuke had time to respond.
Geeze mothers these days, Daisuke shook his head, starting quickly off in the street.
Geeze, kids these days, Emiko shook her head, grabbing at the newspaper and setting herself down again. So unorganized. Always, always late.
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not THE end
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LS:… yeah. Ugly ending. I'm tired. Shiro Hane died (well actually she moved so yeah). I'm wonder how HOM's gonna go on without her, now that I cant write it with her. She was also my beta, so realize now I'm betaless. Ignore all faults cause I will beta this myself LATER and repost. That is unless I could find a beta to beta this for me in what case I'll move on to another chapter faster… maybe I'll go ask daevilmehsez.
I was gonna write more but it got too long. So screw it. I'm done for the night. Everybody if you love me you'll click that review button below and send me all the candy and love and review you have for me! Cause you know I love you too. Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots-
(Dark comes and steals all my early Halloween candy and runs away, stuffing his mouth full of sweets and looks in the bag to find fake vampire teeths. He stares at them for a while and sticks them in his mouth, baring them out. Me goes and smacks him upside the head and makes him drop all the candy and then whistles, throwing a licorice stick far, far off and Dark takes off running, fetching the licorice then running back to share it with you. )
I know you guys art confused. I'll explain Dark's situation in the next chapter.
If I don't update this in time ( I SWEAR I'll update this), I wanna say happy Halloween early! (but I SWEAR I'll update this shit in time! I promise promise promise promise… oivey… v.v)
(basking in all the glory that Dark's Angel had piled her in mountains upon mountains of candy laughs evilly and starts muttering something about Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory xD)