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 9~

\"Yue Katou?\" The husky voice of the mathmatic\'s teacher murmers in my direction. I blink and look at the old balding man, \"Yue Katou, come up here and get your report card.\"

For some reason, my mind was cloudy and wasn\'t paying attention to what he was saying. My mind was off to what happened last night with Mama and me. The teacher was getting rather annoyed with me. Something I hated when they did this. I mean come on, looking at you like you belong on another planet doesn\'t exactly make you feel good. But I guess I do belong on another planet though. Being what I am and all. A big ass mistake.

\"Yue Katou! Come and get your report card!\"

Someone behind me nudge me in the back. I looked over my shoulder, they pointed to the front. I got up and retreved my report card. I sat back down and tried not to open it to peak in. \'Cause I knew what to expect. But, oh well right?

I pull it out and gulp lightly. Yes, basically what I\'d expect for my grades. I mouthed the numbers and classes I had. A 62 in mathmatics, 42 in history, 93 in creative writting, and a 10 in biology and a 14 in some computer class.

I grinned at the one \'A\' I had made. I mean, it was creative writting. When I bothered to show up to school, I never skipped that class. It was, well, my all time favorite class. Shiro turns around and looks at me, smiling like a child. \"What did you get?\"

We switch report cards. I look at his in mild amusement. It\'s just what you\'d expect from a book worm. 92 in history, 81 in mathmatics, 90 in biology, and a 82 in a forein languge and a big ass fat old 99 in art. Damn fucking school boys. Though a cute one at that.

He gives me this look of like, oh my god, and takes his back. I glance over to Kira, who is just sittting there looking proud of his grades. I grin at Shiro, \"Well, at least their better than my last grades... you should have seen them!\"

Shiro just shook his head and went back to looking ahead. He seemed kinda unnerved. But it might have been the fact that the teacher was looking in out direction.

I looked out the window and sighed. I hate it when this type of thing happens. I know whats going to happen to me after I get home. Its only logical. At least in my situation. Gives Robert a reason to beat me sensless.

Suddenly, I heard the thap of a chrisp folded note land on my desk. I look at Shiro, who points at Kira. I opened the paper hastly.

\'How bad?\'

I glare at his black. He\'s leaning on his chair, hand placed timidly on his head like it would be horrible if they didn\'t just sit right. H could see his glasses, with one of his eyes reflecting looking over at me. His gold eyes giving me a shutter.

I quickly responded and handed the note to Shiro. Yes, this was pretty normal for Shiro to do, being the only one we could trust at least alittle bit.

\'Horrible. 62-math 42-hist 10-bio 14-comp 93-cw.\'

His unwanted, but badly needed reply:

\'10 in bio? Well at least theres one \'A\'. Your mothers going to be proud.\'

It hurts me whenever my mother is ever mentioned. It stabs my heart painfully. I wish she\'d just would have left me to die somewhere on the streets.

My reply:

\'I don care if she is or no. Hell I don care if you thing its great.\'

He jumped slightly into writting, slumping over the paper. I can see his back muscles moving under his shirt. My stomach flutters slightly. I hate it when my body over reacts to his. Its just so.... perfect.

\'You know thats not true. You care if she\'s proud of you or not, because you just like to please people. Get over yourself and just realize the truth. You need to wake up, and realize that your life has a meaning behind it. You arn\'t the scum of the Earth. Because I know people worst then you could ever be.\'

Anger flarred within me. Oh, sometimes I hated his guts!

\'Quit putting words in my fucking mouth, asshole!\'

His reply in his neat perfect handwritting:

\'I\'m not.\'

I nearly lost it then. I hate it when he made himself sound so... powerful over others. And by denying it, he made it even worst. I read over the paper with gripping hands.

\'Bullshit! You ALWAYS do it!\'

I glare hard at his back, as he reads it leaning back raising his glasses. Yes, I know my handwritting is shit, but thats besides the point right? He\'s just rubbing it in.

Shiro looks at me with soft quistiong eyes. I look back at the boy. I never realized how pretty his eyes where... so soft and innocent. dout he\'s ever really been through anything like I ever have. I smile at him. I\'ll have to get to know him better now don\'t I? Pullute his little happy world. Kira taps his desk and hands him the letter. Shiro looks so.. pretty and hands it to me.

\'Katou, I only want you to survive. Your very dear to me, so dont try to make me not enjoy your company. Because thats impossible. I don\'t try to put words in your mouth, and if I do, I am utterly sorry for doing so. I really do care alot for you, and I dont want to see you winding up getting hurt.\'

I dontk now what to feel. I always wish that Kira would say that, but he makes me feel stupid and lowly compared to him. I feel so infieriour to him.

\'You know what Kira? FUCK YOU!\'

My hands had a mind on their own. I dont remember writting that, or anything else. It was big printed and written in hate. I slapped myself mentall as he read it. I didn\'t get any responce, but then did I expect one? Not really. But it would have been nice if he\'d had just said something else to me. When the bell rang, I simply stood up and gathered my things and left without waiting for Kira. Which was unusal for both of us. Normally we walk threw the halls together and he\'d walk me to my next class. But not today.... no not today... cause I was a asshole he didn\'t want to come with me.

At least thats what my mind way saying, my heart was telling me to go apoligize for saying that. Heh, but do I ever listen to that fucker?

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To Be Continued...




Note: ^_^ my chapters are getting longer, thank you for the review, they keep me writting. Oo; thats why so many are popping out so quickly. I\'m already getting started are part ten. And I will most likely have to up the rated due to some VERY graphic scenes comming up. ^.^;; thank you for taking time to read this. Ja!