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His host slept for the next twelve hours and Krad did little more than
sit in a chair, watch the rise and fall of Satoshi's chest. He watched
him move in his sleep, murmur now and then, then slide off into deeper
sleep once more. When the phone rang it almost gave him a heart attack,
though he lacked that particular organ. He was a magical being.

Looking down at the phone, he finally picked it up.

"Satoshi?"

It was Daisuke. Across miles and miles of oceans and continents. Of
course, it was the usual time they talked to each other and Satoshi had
already missed one call. Niwa was probably worried and duly so, but Krad
was reluctant to talk about the extent of the events.

"No," he simply answered.

There was a moment of silence. Then, "Krad?!"

"Yes." He smirked a little, letting that smirk drip into his voice.
"Hello, Niwa."

"What happened to Satoshi? Where is he?" the young man demanded. "What
have you done to him?!"

What have I done? I exist, Niwa. That simple. It takes nothing more
than that.

"There was an accident. He's currently asleep. I think it would be
best if you returned, Niwa."

Another silence. "What fuck happened, Krad?" Daisuke whispered.

"As I said, there was an accident. He needs you."

Daisuke inhaled shakily. "I'll get the next flight I can get," he finally
said. "Just�"

"I'll take care of him," Krad promised. It was an easily given promise
because he would.

"My parents�"

"Haven't been informed. I think their reaction would be� less than
kind and the damage would be even worse."

Another shaky breath of air. "Is he in a hospital?"

"No, I took care of the injuries. It's not the physical wounds that
are worrying either, Niwa."

Daisuke understood the implications, sighing. It was more like a moan
anyway.

"Okay� okay�" he murmured. "Lemme talk to Yamamato-sensei�"

"Just hurry," Krad said, voice softening but still urgent.

"I will."

With that he hung up. Krad gazed at the receiver, then placed it gently
back into the cradle. His eyes strayed to the direction of the bedroom
and he was on his way to his host before he could even think the thought.
* * *
Satoshi woke to a blinding headache, nausea, and the feeling that someone
was trying to split him apart. He was cold, dizzy, and everything was so
absolutely miserable.

Lying in his bed, he wondered when he had made it here. Faint stings
from his hands and throat made him lift one hand and he stared at the white
bandages.

What�?

And then he remembered.

He touched his throat where a band-aid covered the cut, then studied
the bandages again. He surely hadn't done that himself. Satoshi only recalled
smashing the mirror, taking the glass shards and�

He swallowed.

There had been the brief pain, the wish to end it all, then the all-encompassing
tear of another being taking him over. Krad� Krad had� He had?

Satoshi managed to sit up, though dizziness immediately assailed him.
He closed his eyes, swallowing frantically, riding out the nausea. When
he finally opened his eyes, they fell on a thermos and a mug. There was
no note, nothing. Just the hot liquid for him to drink and when shaking
fingers opened the thermos, he smelled instant soup.

What�?

He turned to the entity inside him but found no trace of Krad in his
consciousness.

He was gone.
*
It took him over an hour to make it out of bed, walk into the bathroom,
follow the call of nature, wash up a little, though it was painful with
his cut hands, and finally dress. By the time he was done, he was dead
on his feet once more and simply collapsed, fully clothed, onto the bed.

Satoshi drifted off into a doze and woke again three hours later, feeling
marginally better. There was a lingering dream, someone gently caressing
him, running tender fingers through his hair and over his skin, whispering
softly. He pushed that dream aside and attempted to leave the bedroom again.

He made it to the living room where he found no traces of the prior
mess. Everything was neat and clean, though not sterile. It just appeared
to be orderly once more. Confused, he looked around and froze as he discovered
the tall, white-clad figure in the doorway to the kitchen.

All blood left Satoshi's face and he froze. "You," he whispered.

"I see you're up," Krad said levelly.

"You did it� you� took over," Hikari managed, leaning against the wall,
unconsciously wrapping his arms around his stomach. There was a painful
tightness there and the need to vomit.

"Of course."

"Why did you stop me?" Satoshi demanded.

"You were about to hurt yourself."

"So why should you care, hm? You never did before!"

Krad approached him and Satoshi almost physically sank back further
against the wall, his heart hammering in his chest. He was too weak, too
confused, to face this creature here and now. He couldn't� he had no defenses
left.

"I care for you," Krad repeated what he had said so many times before.
"You're mine, Hikari Satoshi."

"I'll never belong to you!"

Krad's golden eyes filled with an unreadable emotion. "But you already
do. We are one and the same."

"No! I'm not you!"

"Then why did you try to hurt yourself?"

Satoshi's breathing hitched. Golden eyes looking at him from within
the mirror, from within him. He screwed his eyes shut, trembling.

"I'm not like you," he murmured.

Fingers under his chin lifted his eyes to look into the golden cat-like
orbs. The touch was oh so gentle, but still firm. "You are my host. I protect
you, even from yourself, Satoshi."

Tears gred red in his eyes, his defenses down, his mind crying for
relief. He couldn't take this, he just couldn't!

"Your body needs nourishment," Krad suddenly said, stepping back, letting
go of him.

"I'm not hungry."

Actually, he felt sick to the stomach.

Krad simply ignored him as he continued, "Daisuke is coming home."

"What?! How� how do you know?"

"He called last night."

"You talked to him? On the phone?" Satoshi blurted, confusion pushing
the ill feeling away for a moment.

Krad smirked. "Yes. I believe we can expect him and Dark to be here
within the next twenty-four hours." With that he walked away, leaving Satoshi
alone.

The young man sank down the wall, stunned. Part of him cried in joy
at the prospect of his lover coming home; another was simply too horrified
of what had just happened in the last few minutes to think straight.

Satoshi had no idea how long he sat there. He knew he was shaking.
Lack of food, blood loss, next to no sleep, it all came together. He was
dizzy, nauseous and so very, very tired still. He didn't hear anyone approach,
but someone suddenly touched him drew him into a warm, strong embrace,
and he fell forward. Tears were streaming down his face unchecked and he
didn't care.

Something was placed against his lips and he automatically opened his
mouth, feeling a warm, slightly spicy liquid run down his throat. Broth
or soup� whatever. It tasted okay and his body actually craved the liquid.

He was lifted. Someone carried him. It was like in a dream and he was
floating. Satoshi moaned softly as he was placed onto a mattress, as he
was covered by a blanket and someone caressed his face. A voice whispered
gently and he curled up, finally slipping into oblivion.
*
Krad looked at the fragile human form, smiling dimly. He still felt
those bandaged hands dig into his clothes, holding on as Satoshi cried
with exhaustion and horror and desperation. He felt the echoes despite
the fact that he wasn't really touching his host's mind. The demon stroked
over the light brown hair, smoothing it a little, then carefully checked
the bandages. There were a few flecks of blood and he decided to change
them.

It gave him something to do.

Satoshi moved restlessly, but he didn't wake, and Krad whispered softly,
caressing him until the young man quieted down.

You wouldn't sleep if you knew it was me touching you, he thought sadly.
Because I lost you. I never really had you.

Rising from the bed, he left the bedroom, feeling tired and hurt. Niwa
would come home and hopefully heal the damage. He couldn't. He was supposed
to protect the host, but all he had done was injure Satoshi more.

Conflicting emotions rose inside of him and he curled up in a couch
chair, staring at the outside world through a window.
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