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Rough Road	By : Macx Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 2843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rough Road
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
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Satoshi had spent the last hours searching for his symbiote and he
had found him in a place he hadn't really dared to look at first. But after
a long and rather unsuccessful search for Krad, he had gone to the only
remaining place he could think the demon might be �
-- the catacombs where the Black Wings had been before it had been destroyed.
Satoshi had never returned to this place after the horrifying events
of his past. He had made a vow never to come back, to look around the cavernous
room, feel the cold seep into his clothes, into his flesh, into his bones�
and into his soul. Satoshi suppressed another shiver as he looked at the
remains of the gigantic anchor chains that lay in discarded heaps, debris
of the last fight. There was no physical evidence of the Black Wings itself.
The work of art had been utterly destroyed. He was glad he didn't have
to look at the black slab with its ugly contents. No one who had ever seen
the Black Wings could believe that such beautiful creatures as Dark and
Krad had been born of it.
He walked past the altar-like locking mechanism that had been his step-father's
death and Satoshi averted his eyes from the broken, demonic skull that
had protected the most vital piece of the lock. His steps echoed faintly
in the cavern, but his steps didn't stir up any dust. It was like time
had stopped down here. No spider webs, no dust particles, no creepy crawly
insects� just the twilight and the memories.
Satoshi shook himself as those memories pushed forward and he concentrated
on why he had come here.
There, up ahead, sitting on a large piece of debris, was Krad, his white
wings shining in the semi-darkness of the room. The wings were slightly
curled, as if protecting him, but not folded tightly around the demon's
body. His face held a vacant expression, but the eyes burned. Feline and
golden, they reflected the meager light and for a moment Satoshi felt his
breath catch.
He's not the nightmare of my past, he told himself firmly.
No, Krad wasn't his curse any more.
�Krad?� he asked softly.
The demon didn�t move, didn�t do anything to acknowledge his presence.
�Krad. Talk to me.�
�There is nothing to talk about.� The voice was flat, devoid of life.
�I heard what Dark said,� Satoshi stated, seeing his demon flinch. �He
didn�t mean it, and I know you�d never��
�He�s right.�
Satoshi blinked. �What?�
�He�s right,� Krad repeated. �I wanted you once. Like that. I know it�s
sick and perverted, but that�s what I am.�

Inhuman huge eyes regarded him carefully and Satoshi sank down on the
next best debris, shock cursing through his system. Krad had� with him?
"Krad?" he whispered in disbelief.
There was a sad smile and the golden eyes closed briefly. White wings
trembled a little.
�You were fourteen, my Tamer, and I� Sato, I�m really sorry.�
Satoshi swallowed, finally realizing how Krad seemed to become smaller
by the minute.
�Do you... I mean, still�?� he somehow managed to get out.
Krad shook his head vigorously. �No! No, not at all! Not any more! You
have to believe me, Sato, that was ten years ago. And it just was because
it was the only way I knew to express love, the only way I learned."
The white wings curled closer, like a shield, keeping the suddenly so
fragile form inside safe.
"If Dark hadn�t sealed us back into the Black Wings, who knows what
I would have done� You were just a child, but you were everything I could
have and the only thing that meant everything to me. I loved you� and I
wanted� oh gods��
Krad buried his head into his hands, and Satoshi just stared at the
demon. And then it registered.
�What do you mean, the only way you learned?� he stammered.
Krad just moaned miserably, drawing his knees up, hugging himself. �That�s
history��
History? It was that history that conjured up all their problems! Satoshi
felt a wave of anger, but he quickly pushed it away. So much had happened
to Krad in the past three hundred plus years, and it had shown Satoshi
that behind the monster he had seen in the demon lurked a nearly shattered
soul that had been barely holding it together by the time the curse had
been inflicted upon him.
�Krad?� he asked softly.
The demon didn�t look at him, fixating a spot on the ground. His hands
were clenched into fists, his face tight with emotions. Satoshi blinked
when he saw faint red marks appear on the demon's wrists. What the�?
�What would you do if you had someone like me, chained and defenseless,
and you were a perverted bastard?� Krad said almost tonelessly.
Oh.my.god.
No�
He couldn't mean� No way!
Satoshi felt the blood leave his face as he tried to understand what
Krad was revealing here, and he prayed he�d understood him wrong.
�Who did what to you?� he heard himself ask, his voice alien to him.
�If you�re in our realm, you can touch me, like I can touch you. We're
both corporeal."
Satoshi found himself nodding. He knew that. When he had been a child
he had feared that realm because it meant his curse could physically touch
him, but now it meant being able to be close to Krad without him having
to separate.
"There were two or three of your ancestors who� liked to touch me� and
more� while they were� jerking off.�
Holy�
Satoshi slid deeper into shock, all blood draining from his face. His
lungs felt devoid of air and there was a scream of denial rising in his
mind.
�You mean you were� raped?� he managed.
Krad nodded slowly. �I think you could call it that. They said it was
because I was so handsome, so cute. Because I was theirs, because they�
they loved��
Krad groaned, unable to continue.
Satoshi sat rooted to the spot, feeling his thoughts whirl, feelings
of fury and love and possessiveness clash into each other.
His ancestors had� they really had�
No!
How much more? How much more would he learn about his demon�s past,
about the oh so noble house of the Hikari?
�You have to believe me, Sato, I�d never touch you like that," Krad
whimpered, his voice so small and pleading. "I�ll never touch you again,
if you want to� just� please?�
The golden eyes were huge, almost dilated, and nothing of the horror
Satoshi had briefly felt when he had seen them glint in the twilight was
there. All he could see was the fragile, suffering soul that was clinging
to a straw.
"I can't live without you," Krad continued, voice full of begging. "Just
let me exist� please�?"
Satoshi doubted Krad knew what he was begging for so desperately, but
the tone of voice, the blatant need, pulled him out of his rigor. He slid
to his demon�s side, carefully wrapping an arm around the shaking form.
�I understand,� he whispered, stroking the blond head as it fell against
his shoulders, pulling Krad close.
"I'm not like them," Krad moaned, burying himself against his Tamer.
"I wouldn't do this to you. I'd never� I never� ever�"
"I believe you," he whispered into the blond strands. �I�m here.�
Krad clung to him like a child, shaking, tears tracking down his face,
but there was barely a sound escaping him. Satoshi just stroked over his
head, pressing his lips to the nearest temple, murmuring soothing words.
Krad whispered again and again that he would never touch Satoshi that
way, that he swore he would stop himself, pleading to be allowed to be
with his host.

Satoshi murmured reassurance, promises, that nothing had changed. He
felt shell-shocked by the revelation, by the sheer insanity of his ancestors
who had so badly abused this magical being. Satoshi felt protectiveness
rise and he cradled Krad closer.
How much more did he have to make amends for? How much more of his symbiote's
suffering would be unveiled? How much more old scars would break open?
And how much more could Krad take?
The demon quieted down a little after a while, but Satoshi never stopped
his caresses. His eyes fell on one exposed wrist and he swallowed hard
as he saw the scars.

Like burn scars. Marks of the chains that had kept Krad 'tame'. Scars
that told of his imprisonment, of the inhuman treatment he had received,
of the exorcisms and the mind-numbing pain.
Suddenly his own title as a 'Tamer' felt sick to him. He wouldn't do
that to Krad, ever! He would never tie him down, abuse him� torture him.
Even if he had hated him as a child, ten years had passed and the demon
now clinging to him was a very different soul to the creature that had
made his life hell.
Those scars�
He traced light finger tips over one and heard Krad gasp a little. The
hand was pulled away, trying to hide. He took it gently.
"It's okay�" he soothed. "I'm so sorry, Krad. So terribly sorry. I can
never make up to you what my family did. I'm sorry�"
Golden eyes, swimming with wetness, gazed at him and Krad gently touched
his face.
"You're not to blame, Satoshi," he whispered, voice rough. "You don't
have to� apologize� make amends�"
"I'm a Hikari."
"Yes, and you're my host. You took me back, you were ready to die, but
you gave me a chance. You were the only one after my first host." He smiled
dimly. "You gave me a life, an existence, not� slavery."
Satoshi gazed at the other visible marks, the scars around Krad's throat,
and the nausea rose more. He knew why he was seeing it. Krad had lost control
and the past showed. All of it. Every sick little detail. Three hundred
years of such suffering�
But Krad had survived.
"I could kill them for what they did to you," he whispered.
Krad let his head fall against his shoulder again. "Too late."
He almost laughed. "I know." Satoshi continued his soothing caress of
the slender form in his arms. "I know," he murmured.
It didn't change his feelings.
"Krad?" he murmured after a while.
"Yes?"
"You realize that what Dark said� he didn't think about it."
A short pause, then, "Yes. But he still hit home." A derisive laugh.
"All because of some stupid human tradition."
Satoshi smiled a little, hugging him close. "Yes, very stupid. I've
been trying to get it into Daisuke's head for years. No chance. Well, this
year it really backfired."
"I know Dark wasn't thinking," Krad murmured, repeating the earlier
statement. "He likes to make fun, have fun, and he is fun. I love him,
Satoshi. I truly do. But� it hurt. Seeing you and him� Not just because
he's my lover, but also because it was you."
"I understand."
And Satoshi did. Close to two years of having Krad back had given him
a unique insight into this complicated, jaded soul. He understood the possessiveness
and he understood its expressions in the real world, as well as the mind
they shared.
"I understand completely."
He shivered a little all of a sudden, for the first time feeling the
cold of the dungeon-like basement. Krad unfolded his wings, encasing him
in a warm cocoon of white feathers.
"Thanks," Satoshi whispered.
It would give them some more time, but they would have to leave sooner
or later. Right now, it was later. Holding his demon, Satoshi contented
in stroking over the slender form, feeling the living, breathing warmth
resting against him, and hoping that whatever Daisuke and Dark were talking
about, they could solve this.
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