Darker Than You

Authors Note: Ok, this is completly different then what Katou\'s real life is like. Sae is being replaced by a younger sister, Katline, who is a complete jerk to him and his mother. His mother is basically what Sae is, only doesn\'t call him Yue-chan or anything to that matter. Robert is Katou\'s \"Father\" the one that raised him that is. Still abusive, and yes... he has an American name, because he originated from America, haven\'t completly worked out why he\'s in Tokyo or anything just yet, but yeah. This is just something I put together at random. Thank you and enjoy.


Warning: Might be some OOC, rape, yaoi, angst, suicidal thoughts, attempt suicide, drug abuse, child abuse, wife abuse, cussing, lemons, and VERY bad spelling and about anything else that I might and will add to this story.

Rated: NC-17 please don\'t say I didn\'t warn you at all. Because I did!

Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of the characters of Angel Sanctuary and the names I use for Katou\'s family are not really there either. And YES, I do know his real family and all that crap but this is an AU fic.

Time Frame: uh... no where, its AU thank you.

Told from Katou\'s POV.

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~Part 1~

The hot water felt so good on my bare skin. It caused this pleasurable burning on my skin, which turned a blistering red. I close my eyes, leaning back in this delicious hot bath. Thick steam surrounds my body as I lose myself from the horrors of my life. For how long? Only God would know.

My relaxation is rudely introuped by a tremendous tapping at the door. I wake from my daydream only to hear Katline yelling at me.

\"Katou!! Get your lazy ass out of there!!! Your not the only one who enjoys showers!!!\" her irritatingly loud, squeaky voice pierces the warm air. I sigh sadly. They always tend to know what makes me feel good and ruin it.

Her obnoxious screams continue, \"Katou! Get out of there; you\'ve been in there for over two fucking hours!! Don\'t make me get Daddy!\"

My stomach twists angrily with fear as my heart starts to race. My eyes snap open, warm air on my eyeballs. Shit! Not Robert no, no, no, no, no! I quickly grab a towel and flip on the drainer. I jump out of the tub, feeling the queasy little foot thing beneath my feet give. I start to try to dry my sticky body in the steamy mist when I look up at the fogged up mirror. I am nothing but a blur. Only pale flesh color, vividly blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. I smile inwardly as I wish I could be exactly what I see. No life, no lies, no hate, no actual mass to the body, just what I appear to be. What I really am not.

\"Boy? You need to get out of there now.\" Robert\'s husky voice growls threw the door. I wrap the towel around my waist and grab my stuff thrown aimlessly across the floor. I hear Robert try the door handle, finding it locked. I gulp as his voice continues, \"Katou, open this door now!\"

Not good. Fist name is not good at all. I quickly unlock the door and come face to face, of the man I fear, a rather tall, but still shorter then me, chunky man with dark brown uncaring eyes and curly black hair. His skin is tan with a golden hue to it. I\'m met with a hard, stinging slap across the cheek, which burns its painful path threw my whole body making me stumble a bit. I look down at the floor.

\"What the fuck do you think you where doing boy?\" the harsh voice growled. I push past him with a small whisper of sorry barely passing my pale pink lips. That\'s when I see Katline. Her face, no older than eight, but she was now almost 14 and on top of the world by all respects as most adults put her. Grade \'A\' student with no flaws once so ever. Just that she lives with... me. Thick black stringy but very pretty hair with dark eyes. Some of the oriental features but she favored Robert more than Mama.

\"Jesus Christ Katou!\" Katline snarls at me walking into the bathroom with Robert heading down the stairs to go feed his fat face with what ever Mama was cooking at the moment.

I take my time walking down to my room that has no personal value once so ever. I open the wooden door and examine my room. One rug in the middle, warn with cigarette holes adding to the disgusting rusty red and yellow design. My bed off to the further corner to my right next to my tall window. A small desk behind my stereo system that Kira got for me a few years back. Don\'t reamber why though. Cloths and other shit scattered around with no purpose but to tell that some unwanted boy lived here undoutfully. I dress slowly, putting on some tight faded blue jeans and a well warn black shirt. I collapse on my mattress, which was to serve as a bed considering how American this whole house was because of Rob. I rub my cheek unknowingly and grab my brown stuff bear.

A soft laugh is produced from me. The only thing my *real* father ever gave me was this fucked up brown bear with a cooky looking eyes that either glared or smiled at you. At the age of 10 I had cut out the stomach of it and started to fill it with drugs and other things I would have to hide but must need.

I\'m not sure if I should really hate my real father or not really. He didn\'t do much for me at all. Hell I only know his fist name and that\'s it. Nothing else. I have to have Rob\'s name because I\'m supposedly his blood son. But it must be in the Japanese way like my mom\'s real name. I close my eyes hugging the bear softly trying to pull up anything Mama told me about my real father...

Only thing that comes to mind is my mother telling me about him when I finally found out. Her voice echoed in my mind, \'He was sweet and pleasant. Much like what Robert used to be. Until Robert found out about Kento. This Robert turned as he is now. Don\'t worry over your real father, Katou. Robert is your daddy.\'

\"Sure Rob\'s my real Daddy.\" I growl at no body. A soft knock sounds at my door. I look at it with a poster that a friend got for me. A giant weed plant with a huge stupid grin. That kind you got when you reached beyond. Whoever it is, more than likely Mama by the sound of it knocks again.

\"Yeah? Doors open.\" I say stuffing the bear, which as a joke is called Mr. Snuffles, under the sheet.

\"Dinners almost ready, can I come in?\" her soft loving voice whispers threw the door.
eah eah go ahead.\"

\"Are you ok? He didn\'t hit you hard did he?\" she asks worry spread over her beautiful features. She sits next to me on the mattress and places her small minute hand on mine and squeezes it reassuring.

\"Rob just slapped me. I\'m used to it.\"

She flinched a bit then changed the subject, \"Are you going to eat dinner with us tonight?\"

\"Do I have a fucking choice?\" I say bitterly.

She smiled weakly at me, \"Be down in about five minutes ok?\"

\"Yeah Mama.\"

\"Love you sweetie.\"

I raise an eyebrow at her curiously. The same question I ask every time she says that, \"So sure Mama?\"

The same reply she says with love and warmth, \"Katou, your my baby boy no matter what Robert says. You\'re my son and that\'s all that matters for me to love you as my son.\" Oh how I wish I could believe her. But I know her life is a living hell because of me.

I sigh and look up at her beautiful face. Soft features with her hair pulled back tightly in a bun. \"Love ya too,\" I say trying on the best smile I could muster. She puts her hand on my bruised cheek and smiles gently at me.\\plain\\f4\\fs20
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To be Continued