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: PG-for now, bu the rating will go up as I get further into this one.

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.


~Part 11~


Shit.... this was not good. He looked angrier than what I had imagined. But I could see the amusement in what he saw. I gave him a blank stare, not like I had anything to lose right? Well, maybe he would kill me. But I highly dout that.

The first thing he did was senseless, he just right out punched me. And well, I blocked, making him even more angrier. I felt something hard hit me in the side of my head. I was on the ground. I hit my desk. I looked up at realize what i was hit with. A bat that had be lying around on my floor. Wonder when he picked it up.

I feel it hit me again. It hurts like a son of a bitch. But thats to be expected. He kicks me, hits me and loses his mind nearly.

\"Why can\'t you be more like your sister?! No wait, She\'s to good to be your sister!!\" Robert yelled. I don\'t know when I lost conciousness or anything. Just that my body hurt. It hurt REALLY bad.

When I came to, it was dark in my room, and I could barly move. By head pounded badly, I slowly stood shakily. I had been proped against the desk. There was a bit of blood on there. I leaned onto it, trying to keep myself from passing out.

I make it to my door, and lean there. I shuffle my feet down the hall way, towards the bathroom. I open the cabinet and take out the asprine. I drop a few down my throat.

Out of that stuffy room, I note that Katline\'s room\'s door is open. I steal a peek inside. Her bedroom is clean, and filled with girly shit. She lays in her bed, curled into a tight ball. Pefectly innocent in this house filled with horrors. I begin to go down the stairs, curseing her with all my thoughts.

IT hurt like a son-of-a-bitch to walk. But I knew I had to get out of this house. It would hurt to much to stay, didn\'t want to see Mama\'s face.

And so, I walked. Slowly, but surely. I left the house about what, 11:30? I was propped against a wall. Out of breath and panting painfully, my legs felt like jello and I don\'t think I could go on. At least, not make it to Kira\'s without just... dieing.

I try to think on who\'s closer. I look around, trying to find out were I am at the moment. My eyes settle upon a sign that states plainly, Radeki St. My mind staps to a red haired friend of mine that probly wouldn\'t mind if I just slumped over there for a few hours. I crawl up the wall and into a standing postion and headed down the street, guiding myself with this wall I used.


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I walked up the stairs slowly, gripping onto the little handles that who ever put them there thought they would be making the climb just alittle easier. Heh, what a fool. The door\'s paint was comming off and the rest of the house seemed to be from the 18th centry. Yoji\'s place always made me feel a tad bit uncomfortable. Might be the fact that well, he was on his own and was living in shitsvill.

I slumped against the wall and breathed in a few deep breaths before ringing the doorbell, hopeing to god that the bastard was home. No one answered. I rang it again, feeling my luck drying up like water in the hottest of sun.

I lifted myself off of the door frame and turned to take my leave and find somewhere to just sit for a few hours, when yellow light filled threw. I looked behind me and saw him. He had a crooked smirk plastared to his face.

\"Katou? What in names of hell\'s you doin\' ere?\" His voice was gruff and slurred. He sounded drunk. He opened the door, giving me a strange little look that seemed to say something with a hidden meaning. I quickly walked in, and nearly callapesed onto the red haired man. He caught me in mid air though. Kinda a strange feeling. He definately smelled like alcohol and some cheap calonge he wore every so often. I was dragged towards the couch and sat down there.

He sat with me, giving me the oddest of expressions. Couldn\'t tell you if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Didn\'t really care. He was close, I could feel his thigh against mine.

\"What happened to ya buddie?\" Yoji said softly, almost like he cared.

\"Got beaten up. What the fuck does it look like, huh?\" I muttered bitterly, hoped to god he didn\'t ask by who. Had a rep. to keep. And with Yoji, you had to be pretty high ranked. Not that this was a good thing to keep me on the high standards, but that didn\'t matter.

\"Heh, no shit. Want something ta drink?\" He was up before I could answer and was gone. I layed down on the couch and rubbed my forhead. It hurt. More than it did before. Which really sucked right now. I felt several random cuts and things all around my forhead.

Yoji was back in a blink of an eye with a cold glass of water. I sat up slowly, and had a hand shoved in my face full of some pills. I felt my eyebrow twitch. What the hell could these things be? I looked up at Yoji, who just smiled and nudged them into my face more.

Well, what the hell right? If I die, it would be fore the better and Yoji could go to hell happily. I took the pills and layed back down. Yoji sat right were my feet were, he had proped them in his lap. My eyes drifted shut and I dozed for a while.

Some time passed before Yoji shifted. I slowly opened my eyes to see him now hovering over me. I then realized well, shit, he had his legs on either side of me. I felt hazy, and out of place. Yoji smiled wickedly, with something bad hideing in that smile.

He sat on my thighs and ran a hand up my chest, and sides. He gave out a small whimper. Or was that me? I couldn\'t really tell. Right then, all I wanted was to go to sleep. But I kept my eyes open for my mind wasn\'t tired. It was bitching at me telling me that this was wrong. Something wasn\'t right.

I had the insane idea that I couldn\'t feel my hands, arms, legs or most of the rest of my body. I wonder what Yoji had given me.

He started to laugh, as he layed down ontop of me, rubbing me in sugestive places.

\"Nah... Katou, heh... seems your in a bind. What happened to ya? I\'ll make it all the betta for ya, friend. Need some payment\'s though from ya. But... so perfect ya are... could pay for much more... feelin nice there? Seems you can\'t move can ya?\" His voice was thick with something purtrid. Almost sounded like lust. But lust over what? His words were jumbled. Coudln\'t make sence of much of anything at all. Felt so light headed.

I heard a zipper and a rough hand enter my pants. I gulped, knowing that this wasn\'t such a good idea...


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To Be Continued....