Nothing Left

Summary: Love lost, lives lust. Eventual DarkxDaisuke.

Ramblings: Woo. Inspiration madness.

Notes: This is about Satoshi, and his side of things. Oh, and implied DarkxSatoshi. :D

Dislcaimer: I don't own 'Animal I have Become' by Three Days Grace from which I based this chapter off of or DNAngel.

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Satoshi fully and wholeheartedly believed he was free of the curse of the Hikaris. He believed that Krad was gone for good, or at least until the next child was to be born (he wasn't sure if it were to be with Risa, or someone else). Cruel, but true. It was not until he began to have repetitive dreams-nightmares, if you will-of his past with the demon, and a possibly equally torturous future.

He wished to tell her. She had a right to know-she was his girlfriend for hell's sake! She knew of the demon that had once infested his every core, claimed Satoshi as his own, and took everything valuable from him-love, life, lust even.

But she did not understand. She did not understand the fear of awakening to a crumpled bed, materials and fluids there he knew should have never been there.

He could not tell her.

He had tried counseling, but they could not understand either.

No one could possibly understand…!

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Chapter 4: To understand; Re-Animation

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He sought solstice in Daisuke, instead. He shouldn't have been surprised how the red-haired one objected to the method of 'coping' for the first few weeks, but gradually Daisuke permitted one night-one single night-and it completely lost control from there. He knew how ashamed Daisuke felt (he had a girlfriend, as did Satoshi, but Satoshi did not succumb to guilt quite as easily) for it, but neither could stop. A curse, it was.

Satoshi had actually begun to wonder exactly where the curse stopped, and ended. Everything began to meld together-the Hikaris, the nightmares, Daisuke…

He had lost control.

He had become something…something irrational and indefinable.

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There was darkness…only darkness. A slight awareness of something cold and calculating, familiar, yet foreign. It was… "Dark?" Yes, darkness…succumb to the darkness…succumb to the eternal darkness…

"Yes…dark…"

"Thank you, Dark."

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Satoshi awoke, sweating profusely and panting. He could feel an entity in the moonlit darkness surrounding him, and it was frightening. His mind was muddled, thus he could not recall just what (or who perhaps) it was, but it felt as if…

A common enemy.

"What?" He spoke aloud, glancing about hastily.

The darkness laughed mockingly, as his senses began to slowly return to him.

You know me, yet you don't. You know what I am, but I am not what I was.

Satoshi's breath hitched slightly.

I'm just a little different…Commander.

Pale, thin, and rather haggard, Dark Mousy emerged from the darkness, eyes boring holes into the other. Satoshi swallowed nervously at the hidden lust within.

"Mousy, you're…"

Alive? Quite. A sinister grin passed, marring his skin. But that's not exactly what you wanted to say, now is it? Dark began to slowly approach him, his intentions unreadable. Do not worry Hiwatari, it only hurts for a little bit…

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Krad had never experienced an out-of-body experience in all his 400 years. It was alien to him, and he could not even begin to guess at what had brought it on. He could vaguely recall voices (his and Dark's) and a searing, burning light, and…pain (from what?). Everything was so realistic, as if he were first experiencing it, this life.

"My own…?" Even his voice was odd, and he grasped at his throat slightly. He would have continued to re-examine his newly-different body, had it not been for an awareness creeping upon him, enveloping him.

"…Satoshi-sama."

He was gone in seconds.

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Krad knew when and when not to be overcome by motion; he knew emotion was deathly, and would bring only pain and suffering. But… the image presented before him… was horrifying.

"Satoshi-sama!" As Satoshi's limp, deathly pale body flumped to the bed, open wound a solid dark red, he was overcome with horror, and fury. Horror, for the one he so treasured, and fury, for the epitome of darkness who stood before him, lips tainted red, and smirking in pride.