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 4~

When we finally reach my home which is in a nice neiborhood. Rob does make pretty good money at what he does. What ever that might be. He\'d never tell me. Outside of the house had a big glass door with windows on either side. It was a light light baby blue with an upstairs and a huge down stairs. Not to many plants and the house doesn\'t look that inviting.

I was quickly up the stairs and opening the painfully bright white door, it squeeshed open and we walked in. Mama was sitting on the couch, tissues thrown about around her, some with this weird red liquid on it. Looked almost like blood, but she poped up quickly and gathered up the tissue\'s thrown about on the floor then looked at us strangly.

She looked happy as Kira stepped into the overly cold house. She popped up, ma sur sure the tissues were not to be seen at the moment. She rushed over to the unimaginable beauty, gave him a quick hug and light kiss on the cheek lightly.

He blushed lightly, then turned to me. Now what was I suppose to do? That woman was a crazy son-of-a-bitch.

\" I haven\'t seen you around here in ages!\" Mama stated letting go of the brunette smiling lovingly, just like a normal mother would. I let out a sigh as I glance around this house. It always made me feel uncomfortable, just standing in it. I hated living here, being here, just.... here. To many bad memories here.

Mama\'s attention turned towards me, \"Katou, dear, whats wrong?\" and as she processed the situation, realizing that well... we were skippin\' just ta come back to home? Well, she said in a rather dark tone as her little small soft voice could go, \".. And why arn\'t you boys in school? You\'re not suppose to be home for another three hours..\"

I shook my head and headed towards the stairs, \"Stayin\' over at Kira\'s,\" and up the stairs I went, Kira following behind after a few moments. I could hear them talking. Them and their sweet little worries over a worthless piece of shit like me.

\"Don\'t worry, I\'ll take good care of him,\" Kira said softly to her. I hear the foosh of the couch as he sits down and makes himself comfortable. I can just imagine him right now.... Legs spread slightly open, in a more or less suggestive postions. One arm, drapped over the side of the couch, shirt slightly ruffled and partially open. Cigarettes placed snuggly in the pocket on his shirt along with a pen and a pencil. Other arm placed in his lap. Head cocked to the side, hair caressing the soft light peach colored skin.

I hurriedly head up towards my room, and enter the bitter sicking room. I scrounge around for random articals of clothing that seem clean enough to wear. I was down and out before anyone could blink their eye. And Kira, well he sat just like I\'d imagine. Only, it was more perfect than my mind could even create. Because it was truely him there, not some random thoughts of one fucked up kid who is starving for affection.

I walked towards the door, my feet feeling heavy and bolted down to the pastel colored carpet. Kira stands slowly, and smiles at my mother. She looks so frail and brittle, standing leaning against the wall.

Kira smiled at me wickedly, I could see something behind thoughs everlasting dull gold eyes. Something.. that almost wasn\'t human. But than again, it might be just me being me and my mind really messed up at the moment playing tricks iwth my eyes just to confuse me even more than I was.

We were off to my safe haven...


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To Be Contiued...