Darker Than You
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Category:
+. to F › Angel Sanctuary
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,522
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Angel Sanctuary, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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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: PG-for now, bu the rating will go up as I get further into this one.
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 7~
Upon my safe arrival onto Robert\'s house, my least liked place to be on this planet, I was greeted with a bitter glare for Katline. Just like a normal little child that she was, she sat and was watching television. Some odd show. Not like I would care about some pop band singing about love and how perfect it is to be in love with your true soul mate. Not like THAT ever happened.
Well, at least not for me.
Her rude voice interupted my little thoughts about love and how fake it really was, by saying in a evil tone, \"And where have you been?\"
\"A friends house,\" I say bitterly and plop down on the couch. I look up at the time. Almost 7 o\'clock. Robert would be comming home anytime. I wonder where Mama was. She normally was at home cooking at this time. I shruged to myself, telling me not to really think about it rihgt now. Wouldn\'t do any good now would it?
\"One of your ~boy~friends?\" He snarls in my direction. I couldn\'t help but roll my eyes. Sometimes I wouldn\'t mind to get beated my Rob if only I could just KILL his daughter. She makes me SO sick. I mean, she\'s spoiled beyoung belief and... can\'t really take a hint at anything.
\"Not at all, I don\'t date anyone. I\'m a free roaming sexaholic and you just don\'t know about how many disease and other strange stuff I\'ve picked up, \" I can\'t help but laugh at her expression. She is horriably sick looking now. Rather funny. I love doing this to her. Making her feel sick and mushy on the inside.
She realized it was a joke, funny she took me seriously, and glared at me with utter most distaste, \"Sure, when Daddy finds out that your back from running away, your gonna be in deep shit!\"
\"Fuck, Kat, I was only gone for like what.. 2 days! I\'ve only been out of his hair and out of your life for two days. Don\'t tell me you missed having me around you!\" I spat out.
\"So?\"
\"He\'ll only be pissed that I actually survived and came back,\" I muttered than turned my attention back to the television. Four boys dancing around in tight ass pants and skimpy shits. Rather pretty boys at that. I smirked slightly, \"What the hell are you watching?\"
She turned back to the television, laying on her stomach with her feet into the air. I could see her back, slightly tan, and smooth. Yes, she was rather pretty with her baby blue shirt and tight blue jeans. Her hair up in pigtails. I remembered her when she was very young and running about calling me a loving name. Untill Robert told her to stop.
Turned her into the curpted little child that she is now.
I smily smiled.
\"Is some group I\'ve been watching preform. They suck.\"
\"Then why are you watching them?\"
\"Because I can.\"
She suddenly stands up and rushes into the kitchen.
I grab at dingy blonde hair. Mama always said that it was the same color as my biological father. But its so.. blonde. I hated it. Everyone said I looked rather good with blonde hair, with my \'stunning ice blue eyes\' that hold no true emotion in which I actually wish they would express.
I toss it slightly, watching it come back and hitting me in the face. Stupid hair. Stupid body. Stupid stupid stupid.
Oh.. how much I hate myself...
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To Be Continued...
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: PG-for now, bu the rating will go up as I get further into this one.
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 7~
Upon my safe arrival onto Robert\'s house, my least liked place to be on this planet, I was greeted with a bitter glare for Katline. Just like a normal little child that she was, she sat and was watching television. Some odd show. Not like I would care about some pop band singing about love and how perfect it is to be in love with your true soul mate. Not like THAT ever happened.
Well, at least not for me.
Her rude voice interupted my little thoughts about love and how fake it really was, by saying in a evil tone, \"And where have you been?\"
\"A friends house,\" I say bitterly and plop down on the couch. I look up at the time. Almost 7 o\'clock. Robert would be comming home anytime. I wonder where Mama was. She normally was at home cooking at this time. I shruged to myself, telling me not to really think about it rihgt now. Wouldn\'t do any good now would it?
\"One of your ~boy~friends?\" He snarls in my direction. I couldn\'t help but roll my eyes. Sometimes I wouldn\'t mind to get beated my Rob if only I could just KILL his daughter. She makes me SO sick. I mean, she\'s spoiled beyoung belief and... can\'t really take a hint at anything.
\"Not at all, I don\'t date anyone. I\'m a free roaming sexaholic and you just don\'t know about how many disease and other strange stuff I\'ve picked up, \" I can\'t help but laugh at her expression. She is horriably sick looking now. Rather funny. I love doing this to her. Making her feel sick and mushy on the inside.
She realized it was a joke, funny she took me seriously, and glared at me with utter most distaste, \"Sure, when Daddy finds out that your back from running away, your gonna be in deep shit!\"
\"Fuck, Kat, I was only gone for like what.. 2 days! I\'ve only been out of his hair and out of your life for two days. Don\'t tell me you missed having me around you!\" I spat out.
\"So?\"
\"He\'ll only be pissed that I actually survived and came back,\" I muttered than turned my attention back to the television. Four boys dancing around in tight ass pants and skimpy shits. Rather pretty boys at that. I smirked slightly, \"What the hell are you watching?\"
She turned back to the television, laying on her stomach with her feet into the air. I could see her back, slightly tan, and smooth. Yes, she was rather pretty with her baby blue shirt and tight blue jeans. Her hair up in pigtails. I remembered her when she was very young and running about calling me a loving name. Untill Robert told her to stop.
Turned her into the curpted little child that she is now.
I smily smiled.
\"Is some group I\'ve been watching preform. They suck.\"
\"Then why are you watching them?\"
\"Because I can.\"
She suddenly stands up and rushes into the kitchen.
I grab at dingy blonde hair. Mama always said that it was the same color as my biological father. But its so.. blonde. I hated it. Everyone said I looked rather good with blonde hair, with my \'stunning ice blue eyes\' that hold no true emotion in which I actually wish they would express.
I toss it slightly, watching it come back and hitting me in the face. Stupid hair. Stupid body. Stupid stupid stupid.
Oh.. how much I hate myself...
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To Be Continued...