The night wind was harsh, lashing at sea cliffs worn away by years and years of harsh night winds. Standing on the cliffs edge, a demon in the form of an angel stared into the clear, salty water and thought – if only for a second – about leaping into the stinging abyss. The two people that he cared for most in the world hated him, and for the longest time he thought he hated them. Satoshi Hikari, his blue-eyed host. Oh, he had the most perfect smile, so calculating, so…deadly. Like his, or so he heard. Experimentally, he tried to smile, trusting the water as a mirror. It looked evil, it looked twisted. His eyes….his eyes weren't right. Not this cold, were they?

"I don't have the eyes of an angel...I have the eyes of a beast" He spoke softly, one salty tear streaking down porcelain skin to join it's home in the sea.

"Why do you cry, Krad? Did your 'everything' deny you again?" There it was. The mocking voice of his first love and first hate, Dark Mousy. Yes, he loved Sato. But he had first loved the kaitou, as wrong as it was.

"Shut up" He growled, cold as ever. He wanted him to go away….just…go away. He wanted everyone to go away, and leave him alone. That's not what happened though, as smooth-skinned arms wrapped themselves around the demon's waist, pulling him close. "What…..why…..?" Krad snarled, enjoying this but trying desperately not to; it had to be one of the kaitou's tricks.

"Are you afraid?" The Phantom whispered in his ear, his warm breath dangerously exciting the man.

"I am never afraid" He turned around and stared at Dark levelly, then leaned over and kissed him deeply, his rough hands running through his other's hair, then down his neck, his sides, his waist; no part of the Thief's body was untouched by the Demon's hands.

When it ended, Dark smiled. "You're not crying anymore". And he was gone.