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Double Negative

Disclaimer- I do not own DNAngel or any of it’s characters. It’s a sad fact of life, but true.

Author- Sada

Summary- Niwa Daisuke and Hikari Satoshi are the host bodies for a family feud that is centuries old, but what if this feud is really about something else and what happens if an accident causes the sprits in which they embody to switch hosts. Chaos.

“The brighter the Light the deeper the Dark, The colder the Air the warmer the Fire, The bitterer the Life the sweeter the Death. It‘s a Butterfly Effect. Every Negative has a positive.”

Warning! This story contains slash. Do not bash the writer for her love of the pairings or she may not want to write anymore in any of her stories. Pwha!

Also Considering that all the DNAngel Volumes were not out when I started writing this story this can be considered Slight AU, but I’ll try to keep it as in Character as I can. (After all I had only read four or five Volumes when I first started this story and own none [Thank you Mia for letting me borrow/read them!])

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I wake up Screaming now.

So real these voices in my Head.

So real these voices in my Head.

I wake up Screaming now.

I wish you’d never told me

I wish I’d never knew.” Three Days Grace ‘Scared’

Chapter Two

‘Under my skin a Devil.’

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Icy fingers drug harshly over fragile skin, threatening to break it, but only making it burn and sting. Every sensitive part of his body was raked with the dull fingernails, taunting it, threatening it with threats that weren’t initiated verbally, but Satoshi understood the wordless cruelty. He’d been treated in such a way for so long, too long. The fingernails became more and more real, more and more painful upon delicate skin. A body abruptly pressed against him from behind, it was warm yet distant, almost comforting in this dark angst he’d been set in. Then an icy apparition pressed against the flesh on his chest, the faintly familiar pressure of a hand made blue eyes open to see gold staring back.
“Forever mine. Mine. All that holds me out now is your flesh. Skin which I will ravish and mark as mine. He’s mine now too. Mine. My new doll. My toy. I will break him slowly. Painfully. I will kill his heart little by excruciating little. Show that his love for humanity is pointless. Pointless. You can’t stop me. I own you too. Mine. Forever mine. ¾
”
It sounded as if he were broken, repeating the agonizing words in a loop, tormenting a mind which was already in a colourful chaos. Satoshi made to move back, but he couldn‘t, he had no power here, this fragile space in consciousness, the anarchic emotions, thoughts, desires, and fears. He used them against him every time he plagued his mind, this pandemonium. He whimpered, a very non-Satoshi action in the real world, but here Krad did own him, he owned his emotion of fear and could evoke it with simple words. Senseless words that should have no meaning to anyone else, but to him they shredded his heart.
“You’re not suppose to be here! You‘re just a memory!”
The Bluenette cried in denial and balled up his fists glaring at the angel who brushed dust from his white clothes as if this was an everyday affair, which it was. Taking a deep breath he gained control of himself momentarily, after so many years of hosting the angel he should be able to deal with this fragment he was convinced wasn‘t real. -Just a memory, not real, he’s gone now.- He was calm till Krad ran an icy hand down his neck, it was solid, not fragmented as it should be. He flinched. The touch was so possessive rather than caring like a gesture of a sort would be.
“You’ll never forget that you’re my Satoshi.”
The blonde leaned forward and brushed his lips against the boys ear, the hot moist breath sending chills down his spine.
“Always Mine.”
He whispered and Satoshi paled. Truth hurt and he was right, even if Krad disappeared from his body, the memory would always remain. Tainted, always tainted by those thoughts, those words, those touches. A touch he hated. Spindly fingers ran down his cheek then the breath of the light angel lingered over his mouth as those hands grabbed his hips, pulling him forward harshly. The beings words brushing against the sensitive flesh of his lips.
“My Satoshi. Mine.”
“You’re just a reminiscence! A broken memory! Go away!”
He squeezed his eyes shut as the blonde threatened with his amber eyes to torture him with his poisonous lips. Lips that would taint him again and again, cover his skin in their toxic touch, imbedding fear and hate, which he did not want. Trying to push away the blonde Satoshi only succeeded in making the grip on his hips tighten, painfully so, those fingernails digging into the flesh. His head hurt, throbbing and screaming at him he felt as if he would split if he did not rid himself of this angel.

-Too close. Too near. Too possessive.-

Satoshi thought as his struggle was renewed.

-Must escape. Must purge. Must pry.-

The barely sixteen year old managed to cause the two to fall to the ground, though weight did not fall in his favor. Krad pinned him, his wrists biting into the rough uneven floor. White feathers from the wings folding above fluttered down in mock innocence. He felt as if his head would explode, it was too full it seemed.
“MINE!”
Hissed Krad as Satoshi opened his mouth in a wordless scream. His neck muscles were taut, the blood vessels in his throat and temple were pounding in the effort, but yet still nothing escaped his lips. No cry for help. No sob of mercy.

-Escape. Run. Push. Pull. Bite. Spit. Fight.¾
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The words streamed through his mind. He could feel his psyche being dug into as if Krad was trying to force his way in, to gain control once again of the Hikari.

It hurt. It burned. It distressed.

“Krad!”
Came a thick voice, halting the swirling of emotions. The being moved away and got up, Satoshi could practically hear him smirk. It made him sick to know the Krad got pleasure from this, but he did not move to wretch or cradle his throbbing head. Only stared at the ceiling not remembering when he opened his eyes to this horror. That voice. Who was that? Dark? That’s right Dark owned him now. Never his own, Satoshi could never be his own.
“Leave. A body can not support two of us.”
“Vary well Thief, but I own your Niwa now. No.” he chuckled. “ My Niwa.”
Krad corrected, then his heavy aura left. Again Satoshi flinched as hands touched him, though he was aware that it wasn‘t threatening like Krads soft hands, it was instinct rather to fear touch of any sort. In his dream world he was more like a child, more fragile and breakable. His existence was devastatingly hallow outside in the real world, so his dreams were the only time he could be human, but this had been like no other time Krad had invaded his dreams. No other time had the pain been so great nor so real to him. No other time had been this traumatizing on his heart.
“Come on you Creepy Bastard, Kraddie is gone. The boogie-man won’t get you.”
Those azure eyes peered at Dark with the haunting desire to know that the dark angel did not wish to hurt him as Krad does. -No did.- Krad was gone, but trapped in Niwa. He shuddered. Niwa was so much more delicate than he was and Krad was right, that red head was his weakness, he cared too much.
“Dark-San. Niwa-San? Krad.”
Satoshi’s throat was dry, his eyes swimming as the pain in his head slowly subsided. His mind could not collect the words to speak coherently at the moment. He was numb. Looking down not wanting to let his previous target see him in such a state, he tried to arrange his emotions and force away the tears. Such a broken human being he was on the inside, a soulless corpse on the outside refusing to let anyone in to see his inner madness.
“Satoshi.”
The violet haired boy said, caringly. His hand slipped under the bluenettes chin and lifted it to gaze into the bloodshot eyes, frighteningly blue, so chaotic.
“Cry. Bottling them up will do no good, a heart came implode if laden with too much. Don’t worry about Daisuke, he’s stronger than he looks and Krad is much weaker than he feels. Now sleep, a tired mind is no fun to live in.”
Satoshi stared, Dark had used his name, but he forced that from his mind, it was trivial at the moment. Obediently he shut his eyes to slip off into a dreamless sleep again, but he couldn’t help but feel that Dark’s caring behavior was deceptive. He’d been taught to never trust, not even himself, because a mind and heart were so easily swayed.
Everything was quiet and calm again as he was set adrift into the space of nothing. Sleep was so blissful when it was empty.
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A chilling hand brought Daisuke from his slumber, taunting and threatening him in a way Dark never did. It was no wonder that Satoshi was so distant, so cold, and unfeeling. To suppress such a monster inside was near impossible with rampant emotions that could be taken advantage of.
The sound of the summer crickets chirping loudly in his ears, the occasional car driving by the building reached him, but other wise it was silent. Breathing? He could hear a breath, even and slow, as if in slumber, his brow furrowed as his senses returned to him one by one. Last of which to be restored was the sensation of feeling and sight. His breath caught and eyes widened at what he felt and saw. Scrambling back and falling painfully out of the bed, Daisuke stared wide eyed at which he had his arm wrapped around and body molded against seconds before.
“Sa-Satoshi-Kun?”
He stammered and again that ghostly hand ran up his back causing a chill in the heat of summer.

‘I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Exquisite, is he not? I think I shall use the sheets to tie him down and break him. I was never able to do so trapped in his body. I won’t take my form though. No. I’ll use you. Your voice. Your eyes. Your touch. He’ll blame you. Niwa. My Niwa.’

“Stop it!”
His hands fisted in his own red hair as if in an attempt to rip the chiding angel from his mind. Clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, he tried to cage this beast so it could not reach his friend and hurt him in such a manner.
“Stop it! Go Away! Go- A-Away!”
“Mmm- Niwa-San?”
Came Satoshi’s lethargic voice, then the sound of scrambling, sheets and blankets falling to the floor as someone dropped to their knees at Daisuke’s side. The red head hardly noticed the comforting hand on his back; Krad was spinning images of Satoshi in pain on the back of his eye lids, pain caused by him. The Bluenette in these images was sobbing for mercy as his own red hallow eyes stared down ruthlessly on his withering form.

‘¾
Bite him. Tear him. Scar him. Rape him. Break him. Take him.¾
’

The words were said with the images, like titles repeating in a loop on a broken tape. Almost hypnotically in a pattern, ingraining those images in his mind so he would never forget.
“Niwa-San!”
Satoshi’s voice echoed again, seemingly distant. Krad was pulling him from reality, a whimper escaped his throat as his teeth dug into the flesh of his lip.
“Rule Number one of keeping him out Niwa-San. Is to ignore him. Block him out and whatever he is saying and showing to you. Pretend it‘s not real. Wake up from the nightmare.”

-Those who can not do, teach.-

Dark quoted in Satoshi’s mind who pointedly growled as he tried to pry Daisuke’s hands from his hair.

-That’s not helping. For someone who claims he takes better care of his host, you’re only hindering.-

-Just stating the facts, Creepy Bastard.-

-So it’s back to Creepy Bastard? What happened to Satoshi?-

-Um… Daisuke.-

Blue eyes cleared and realized that Daisuke had stilled and fallen into his arms, his breath erratic, but it was otherwise obvious he’d passed out from the strain of Krads torture. In a rush Satoshi realized how weak he was due to still healing from the fall, leaning back against the side of the bed supporting himself and the little red head as he gauged how to get Niwa to a bed. Sweat seeped through his clothing which made him realize that Daisuke was drench in it. Resistance to what ever Krad was doing. Was that a good thing? Only time could tell.
Moving his arms around to pull at a sheet he draped it over the small boy and himself. The way his muscles screamed at him made sure that he knew he wouldn’t be moving just yet. Sighing he tried to move his knees out from under him, but the weight on top of him wouldn’t allow it. After a moment he relented and looked down at the boy whom had slow shallow breathing now. No signs of stress, which meant that Krad had let the Niwa be.
“Sleep well Daisuke. Krad may you rot in Hell.”
He stated then shut his eyes, letting exhaustion take him again, back to empty space in which he could rest his disorientated mind.
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“Daisuke!”
Came a hurried yell from somewhere. Satoshi cracked open his eyes and tried to roll over to hide his head from the yelling, not quite understanding what was being shouted. Once he realized he could not move freely, his eyes snapped open analyzing the call. Everything from the night before came rushing back making his head hurt and emotional walls spring up in place.

-So the Creepy Bastard awakes.-

Satoshi pointedly ignored the angel; with Krad he’d been able to disregard him well enough to avoid a residency at the local mental institution and seeing as Dark wasn’t as insistent this was much easier to do.
“In here! He’s in he-here!”
His voice cracked as he once again tried to free his legs from the very uncomfortable position in which they were in. Surely he couldn’t walk right now due to the fact that they were most likely cramped. Emiko’s face appeared at the door, then she came rushing in and looked at the commander as if accusingly.
“What happened?”
She demanded picking up the red head with surprising ease, she cradled him in her arms then glared back at Satoshi who was having trouble hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. Rotating his feet he answered with what little he knew.
“I’m not entirely sure how he came to be in my room, but when I woke up last night he was on the floor shouting at Krad I’m assuming. Then he just passed out and I wasn’t able to move him on my own.”
Looking up finally he let his empty blue eyes stare Emiko in the eye to show that he did not lie. I do not lie. It is beneath me to do such a thing. Krad had said that. So much like what he hated. She seemed to accept that he was telling the truth and turned to walk from the room with Daisuke when he spoke again.
“I’d like to go to my house and have access to your library, Niwa-San. I need to find out a way to reverse this, Daisuke-kun wasn’t trained to deal with Krad.” -No one is trained to deal with him.-

-Kun? What happened to San?- Dark mocked.

-And I again state that you called me Satoshi last night.-

With that Dark shut up and grumbled in the back of his mind, he hated to admit it but he did call him by his name. Care for the boy had overwhelmed what ever qualms he had before for that instant.
“I can arrange for Kosuke-chan to take you later this afternoon. Dark?”
She seemed to test in a wavering voice. Satoshi sighed and willingly let Dark have the body for convincing purposes.
“Yes Emiko-Chan?”
The angel stated as his appearance changed to that of himself, blue fading to dark purple, his form changing along with his demeanor.
“Nothing.”
She simply turned around again disappearing through the door.

-That was a pointless waste of magic.-

Dark concluded, but let Satoshi have the body back anyway, he didn‘t feel like having a form right now. Satoshi managed his way to the bathroom across the hall, staggering a bit and resting against the door frame, he was still sore, but he really needed to do some research. Shutting the door he looked about the room, the glass from yesterday had been cleaned up and a new mirror was in the place of the old one, Satoshi was half tempted to break it himself due to the fact that he could see Dark in his reflection. Even if he hated Krad more, he still disliked Dark with a passion for stealing Hikari Artwork, the families only vent of emotion. A growl escaped him with out his consent.
“I need a shower.”
Dark groaned and let the emotion of revulsion wave over Satoshi to let him know just how he felt about this idea.

-Ew you mean I have to see you when you’re naked. I don‘t want to see the Creepy boy Naked. Ew. Naked.- He seemed to shudder.

-And you like to look at Niwa-Kun when he‘s naked?-

-No, but you do.-

Satoshi paused.

“I have never seen him naked.”
He hoped his voice would sound more convincing than his thoughts.

-Yes you have. I was looking through your memories, most of which are rather unpleasant, but you saw him in the boys shower room two months ago. And Yes. You enjoyed it.-

“You’re the Devil did you know that?”

-You wound me. I am an Angel. You know those virtuous beings with wings.-

“A Black Angel.”

-It wasn’t always like that, Creepy Bastard.-

Though he pondered those words, which had been spoken with a slight sadness and definitely had hate brimming in them, he did not answer. Stripping of the over sized white shirt he’d been wearing and then the pants he slipped into the hot water in which he’d turned on moments before. Time to wash away what was left of that demon who had been tainting him most of his life. That’s one thing Daisuke didn’t know and didn‘t need to know. He’d simply assumed that Satoshi had gotten Krad when he was fourteen as well. No, the little Hikari’s first memories were of that devil. He’d been born with him, which was simply maddening. He scrubbed harder at his skin attempting to peel it away.
“Under my Skin, A Devil.”
He uttered as he sunk to the floor, dropping his head into his hands, he wanted to cry, but couldn‘t. Wouldn’t. It was a weakness. The water was soothing though, it was as if it were crying for him. It was washing away the hurt with tears of water raining over his face though they lacked the salinity tears had. He let himself sit there as it ran cold over his skin letting his walls down for a moment to enjoy this momentary bliss.

-Note to self. I need a Sensory-Deprivation Chamber.-

Lifting his head from his knees, which had been drawn to his chest, he was surprised by a gentle caress on his back and the soft sound of cooing coming from the back of his mind. Blue eyes blinked away water as he reached up to shut the water off, the silver metal around the knobs gave him his distorted reflection which wasn’t him, but Dark.

-Dark…Why couldn‘t I have you first?-

Quickly Satoshi masked the thought from the angel as the sudden feeling of jealousy brewed in his stomach and over took him. His mind ran over the emotion analyzing it like he did with everything. Envy: Discontent or ill will at another’s good fortune because one wishes it had been his. Was he, Hikari Satoshi, envious of Niwa Daisuke for having Dark first? He shook his head at the preposterous thought and pushed it away to the back of his mind.
Standing, he grabbed a white towel from the rack beside the shower and wrapped it about himself as he gazed into the mirror which was fogged with the steam that still swirled in silver clouds around the room, kissing at his skin silently. He brought his hand up and wiped the cold surface of the glass and the drops of silver disappeared leaving a streak of water behind his fingers. The image was distorted from the liquid, but those blue eyes could still see Dark staring back with a concerned look. Was he concerned only because if Satoshi died so would he? Fear not death, my Satoshi. It‘s blissful having no physical being. Krad had said that once.
Blinking his eyes he turned away and pushed up his emotional walls again. Krad. That was all he could think about in the end. You’ll never forget that you’re my Satoshi. The words taunted in the blondes voice as if he was once again back.
“Never is a long time.”
He stated leaving Dark confused by the out of the blue comment, obviously the commander had learned to mask thoughts, hide them from whom he shared his body with. Clever little Bastard. Those words though irked him. Dark would have to inquire later, as for right now, he was going to take some much needed rest.

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|End Chapter|

A/N: And on with the Poof! Another crappy chapter full of pretty angst and lots of looping. Fun, Fun, Fun. I’m still revising it, so I’m sorry for any spelling, grammar, or punctuation mistakes.
Yes Krad is a might bit Insane at the moment, he is a bit obsessive-compulsive too. But there is a reason behind this insanity. *giggle-snort*
My Honorifics are most likely wrong, so don’t eat the writer if you see something so terribly wrong and stupid. Just point it out in a review and I shall fix. Reviews are good. *directs nearest reader to the Review Double Negative Button*

Comments to Friends and Reviewers

Sit-Sit - Thanks for introducing me to DNAngel. *gives Cookies.* You’ve been my inspiration. Oh yea and I’ll take Dark’s clothes you can have the rest of him. *snorts* Now Please be my Beta!

Noxie- Krad is Sexier.

Yemon. - Thanks! ^.^

DuosAngel - Thank you Much! I was so worried the honorifics weren’t correct.

BC - Updating. And the Third chapter is just about half done.

Gera Lain - Oh Wow. Thank you. If that isn’t more incentive to write more this instant.
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