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.


~Part 2~

Dinner. Joy to the world. I come down, rubbing my still wet hair with small wet droplets flying around, and walk into the kitchen. Robert looks at me with a cold gaze. I take my seat next to the window. Rob\'s eyes me suspiciously waiting for me to make my next screw up so he can beat me. I know he gets pleasure from it. I see it on his face as he does it. It makes me sick knowing he does, but its true.

I turn to Mama. Short and well dressed in a homely looking dress. She looks very pretty with her oriental features. Very. She\'s short with small thin fingers and everything. I feel very attached to her. She\'s one of the few reasons why I continue. Then Katline comes it with her fluffy expensive nightgown. She smirks at me evilly. I glare at her.

To absolutely hate someone is hard to comprehend. But I\'ve reached it. I hate Katline more then I hate Robert. She\'s a spoiled little shit getting what ever she wants and more. Even the thing she doesn\'t want. Looking at me it would appear I come from a poor family. That\'s a load of bullshit. Robert is a great businessman and makes a shit load of money. He just spends it all on Katline, but he doesn\'t even realize... how... Mama\'s been... I dunno really... Mama hasn\'t had enough energy for anything. Not even cooking or working. Of course Rob told her not to work anymore because that\'s where she met Kento. And Walla! Had me. Boy that just lifts my self-esteem doesn\'t it?

I catch a whiff of what Mama is cooking. I smile. Something really good no less.

\"Mummy, what did you make?\" Katline\'s squeaky voice cooed with something hiding behind it to Mama.

The oriental woman with soft dark almost black eyes smiled faintly at Katline, \"Some mashed potatoes and gravy with a bit of teriyaki chicken.\"

I see Katline\'s face shrivel with disgust.

\"Sounds good Mama.\" I say with out really thinking.

\"Hush, Boy, you know the rules.\" Robert\'s hard voice speaks at me with bitterness. Yeah yeah I know the fucking rules. I notice the glare from Robert and turn my head to stare at my plate.

\"Sorry sir,\" I nearly vomited right then and there. I hate to call him \'sir.\'

\"Katou can you help me?\" Mama\'s voice asks me trying to carry the potatoes and gravy. I quickly take toughs from her and set them on the table. She hands me the chicken. Once she sits down I get up, forgetting I have to ask to get up from the fucking dinner table, to get a glass of water to drink, since I wasn\'t allowed soda during meal or any other thing but water.

\"Boy, what in hells name are you doing?\" Roberts angry voice asks bitterly again.

I flinch on the inside as I slide down into my chair again. \"Getting something to drink.\" I reply taking a good swig of the water.

\"Don\'t be talking with an attitude boy.\"

\"I am not talking with a fucking attitude!\" I say before I could stop my thoughts from flowing off my tongue. Robert was up and on me in no time. For such a chunky man, he sure can move fast.

\"YOU STUPID PIECE OF ROTTEN CRAP!! NO YOUR LOWER THE CRAP KATOU!!!! YOU JUST A NOTHING!! YOU SHOULDN\'T EVEN EXIST!!!!!\" Robert\'s screams at me while throwing his fists down hard on my head. I see stars before my eyes before I can even try to block the blows with my arms. I lose count on how many times I get hit before I can even hear my mother\'s frantic screams for Robert to leave me alone.

\"Get off me Ling!\" Robert screams as my weak but powerful mother pulls the brute of a man off me. I fall to the floor in a daze. The first thing I can hear is Katline\'s giggling. Quiet but of course, easy to hear. At least in my case it is. I seem to always pick up her annoying voice anywhere.

I say what first comes to my mind, stupid of me don\'t you think? First don\'t ask to get some water then talking to his \'baby girl\' with hate dripping from my voice. But I couldn\'t stop myself, \"Shut the FUCK UP KATLINE!!\"

Next thing I see Mama is slammed into the wall and slides down with a groan, then Robert hovering over my. My head begins to ache painfully. I see but don\'t feel Robert grab my shirt and pull me away. My mind blanks out the pain, only flashing what really is happening. Fists flying across my body, making contact each time. My body huddled into a tight ball. I get several kicks to the spine and one to he head. I hear him grunt out something, but not able to pick it up, he walks away to go eat dinner. I start to shake violently.

Want to know the most patheticng ang about this? What he says is all true.... that\'s whets the saddest part. It\'s all the truth...


Mama comes in after awhile. My eyes are squeezed shut. I never want them to open again. I feel her soft touch on my arm. I could feel her eyes travel over my mangled body. \"... Katou?... Katou... are you... ok?\" her soft voice sounds, I could tell she was crying. I roll over to face her. My lip is bleeding; my head was pounding, my arms hurt and my back... I don\'t even want to explain how bad that hurt. She looks at me with pain filled eyes. \"Baby... I\'m so sorry...\" she says as she pulls me into her lap. I cry against her, feeling stupid and childish. I hate feeling so... so... I don\'t know... just... weak. And whenever Mama holds me like this, I feel like it.

I can\'t imagine Robert really being as good as Mama says. I seriously doubt he was. It could be just her fantasy of what could have been a good reaction. I feel sick to my stomach, I quickly stand wobbly with my mother\'s help and run, well more like a stumble walk, but whatever, to the bathroom to only dry heave anything that could have been in my stomach.

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To Be Continued...