Double Negative | By : sevinofme Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 5268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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 Ice 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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Chapter Five
‘My Angel Dark.’
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Like an animal trapped in a box, one white and depleted of colour, that was this world, void, empty, cold, and unfriendly. Driven insane by the colour---no---lack of colour. That’s what white was, a lack of colour. Maybe it was chosen to show the lack of worth the people trapped here had, to tell them that they weren’t important enough to be given a personality which is what colour would present. They were insignificant and would die blind because of it.
Red.
A dark crimson red, not like you see in pictures or old horror films, but the real stuff, the life force in your body oozing from gaping wounds and dropping onto the white, white floors smearing it upon the tiles as fingers clawed at it in efforts to escape. Screams echoed in the pits of this prison, people were terrified and expressed it in the sweat on their brow, the tears upon their blood smeared cheeks. Flee the painter. Hm. Painter. A funny way to describe a killer, but he was a painter because he was colouring his forever colourless world, his fingertips acting as his brushes as he wrote words upon the walls with the blood of yet another victim. ‘Forgive me Father for I have Sinned.’ That’s what it read.
“They told you I wasn’t human.”
Long blonde hair clung to his face thick with death, his hands dipped into the puddle of blood on the floor bringing them up to inspect them then shifting his gold eyes to the victim on the floor. It was a man, still drawing breath through his lips he flit his eyes to him and whined, his chest cavity was ripped open exposing his organs, but he was alive watching as he smirked and went back to painting on the walls. This time is was painting of an angel, a beautiful angel with chaotic hair and no gender. This blonde painter began to cry as he painted on the wall with his fingers. His tears mixing with the blood. His sobs then turned into growls as he got more rough with the strokes till finally he backed up almost tripping over the now dead man on the floor.
“Why haven’t you come to save me!”
He screamed at the wall and lunged for it again this time smearing the painting, trying to rid the wall of that image. Slowly he sunk down to the floor and gave no fight when men surrounded him, abused and used him like they always did. Hours or days passed as he was punished for killing more than half the palace staff. It was all a blur, he just wanted to cease living. He might as well die, his angel would never come to his aid. He left him here on this plain of existence to suffer alone. Fragile, pure light darkened with human hatred and even more so with the hatred of that Dark Angel he once loved.
“My angel…”
He whimpered as he finally was thrown out into the dark streets of the palace. He could hardly move.
“…Dark.”
He finished looking up his mind surly was playing tricks on him, he could see his dark Angel coming to rescue him, calling his name. Then he coughed and shut his eyes. He was dying. His mind faintly registered arms picking him up cradling him, but he was so tired of living.
“Dar…k…”
He managed before everything was black.
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|End Chapter|
Yes it’s short, but I didn’t want to write anymore in this chapter. It’s a little segment from Krads past. So tragic neh? And yes I know it’s crap. It really does suck, I’ll fix it later.
A/N:
Comments to Friends and Reviewers
RAiNwAtEr - I’m honored that I was your first DNAngel fanfic.
MultifacetedTune - Wow what a reaction. I enjoy writing this story when I have the inspiration so I’ll update as often as I can.
... - I feel flattered Thank you!
Sit-Sit - I’m working on it dear Sit. *pokes*
itachi ano - Lol I think Dark should be glad he’s not in my head. I’d torture him with thoughts of Krad. Then again in my story I’m sure he wouldn’t mind that much.
Tac - Actually I didn’t want to pair an original Character and Canon Character together, I wanted the originals to be part of the story, but the biggest focus on Dark, Krad, Satoshi, and Daisuke. I agree though. I love Angst as well and yes they all are going to be very angsty for a long time.
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