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: 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 8~

The steam was falling away from the mirror, leaving me to grewsome details of my body. Some blue and brown bruises still showed around on my chest and abdomen. I wasn\'t color anymore. I was turning into a child again. Because thats all I could ever be. A fucking child.

That stringy wet hair hung around my face. Something, covering my blue eyes. How I\'ve always hated blue eyes. They\'re so... blue and... innocent looking. Wish I had gold eyes. Like Kira\'s. I remember the first time I saw that he had gold eyes.

I was sitting in the class room, and he was reading a book next to me. I had always picked on him, well.. that was untill the accident. But, I knew him before the accident. Sweet lil goody two shoes. I saw, how pretty his eyes were compared to my blue. I wanted that color, \'cause it was awesome. So at lunch, he sat by him in the dirt, where we usually went out to play. I grinned at Yoji, never knew why I hung out with him. Mama HATED him. She would\'t say, just always tell me that kid\'s bad news. But anyway, I picked up some sand, and threw it at Kira. It got all into his beautiful eyes. But he didn\'t cry. Just sat there and rubbed his eyes.

Thats when the teacher came over, and told him to stop rubbing. Turned out he had scratched his eyes with the dirt. The teacher called my \'father\' at the time, and Robert... he got in a fit of rage. Threw sand in my eyes and rubbed till it was bleeding. If that was even possiable. I didn\'t go back to school for a week, cause of all the extencive bruiseing due to some fists flying about. But, the next time I was in class, Kira wasn\'t there.

It turns out thats when the accident happened. During that time I was away. And when he came back, he was completly different. Almost scary. I think he suffered some head trama. But that might be just me.

I take some time to admire my face, my body. This little memory might be what happens while you think of how many ways to kill yourself. I\'ve tried before, but something always stops me. I\'m not to sure, but it just always does...

Thin stringy blonde hair, blue eyes. Long Pale face with a pointed nose. Tall too thin body and bruised. Clad in only a pair of faded tight blue jeans.

Ever had that feeling the mirror was talking to you, but you\'re the one who\'s talking? I hate it when taht happens. Because it never has anything nice to say about you.

\"I hate you,\" I say, well, it seems like the reflection does, but thats just me.

My hands travle across the sink. They land on a bottle. I pull it up and read the title of it. Aspirin. I smirk, then look at the mirror again, \"You could die... No one would really miss you. Be doing everyone a big favour.\" I dump some of the tablets into my hand. I see about what, 40 or so tablets. Its a blood thinner. I remember some teacher telling us that. That asprine thins the blood. And when it becomes to thin, it doesn\'t supply enough oxygen to the brain, causeing you to die.

Thank you Mrs. Who-Ever-The-Hell-You-Are for informing me of that lil tid bit of information. I grab a small cup and pour some cool water in it. I drop pills into my awaiting mouth.

Fells like.. what... 5-6? Something like that. I take the water and swollow the disgusting flavour floating on my mouth. I was about to take some more, when I hear my mother scream. Before I knew it, I was out of the bathroom and on down the stairs. Robert, pushs by me and slams me into the wall.

I cough slightly, and try as fast as I can to the kitchen, where I find Mama sitting on the floor, crying. I kneel next to her, and look at her face. Robert never tried to hit Mama, cause Mama had some medical complications to her. Everyone was very careful with her.

She looked up at me, fear and love swimming in thoughs pools of brown. She jumped me, and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a startling tight hug. She was crying. I hate it when Mama cried. Made me feel extreamly weak.

Being a good son, I held her as she cried in my ear of all the wrongs she\'s ever done to me. I barly can hear what she\'s saying. \"My son... my beautiful baby boy.... I am so sorry you... have to go threw this.... I-its all my fault... all my fault you ahve to live is such a horrorable life. You deserve better.... I wish we could start another life.... but... Robert... I couldn\'t leave him....\"

I felt sick. She always said this when her and Robert have a fight over me. He just... never hurt her, unless she jumps in for me to protect me from.... him. I felt hot tears starting to from in my eyes, my head was starting to spin abit and I was feeling even more sick. Must be from the asprin I had ingested. I held her close and cried with her right there... in the kitchen floor.


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To Be Continued....