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(October 1st) (DNAngel) The Morning After That
My first post on the community, I hope I don't disappoint any of you! =D
Title: The Morning After That
Day/Theme: October 1st, A screaming comes across the sky
Series: DNAngel
Character, Pairing: Dark, Krad, Satoshi, Daisuke, Dark/Daisuke if you look left and squint.
Rating: PG for mentions of mild violence, I suppose.
There was a scream that could be heard from anywhere and everywhere, traveling across the sky at a speed unmatched.
Violet eyes cracked open to meet a dawn of the same color. Mechanical movements- Sit up, stretch, stand up, slip feet into slippers, walk.
Live.
“Dark! Come on! If you don’t hurry up you’re not going to get anything!” A voice yelled at him, a sweet, boyish lilt that could carry across the small neighborhood.
“Wait a moment, Daisuke!” Was the only reply he could muster, lacking venom because it was morning (or was there another reason?). He looked out the window, no blinds to obscure the view of the heavens.
Another noise, diminished to a moan, and yelling. Murder! Death! Rape! Didn’t this happen at night, in smaller cities than this? Wasn’t this a little to extreme in the morning?
“We’re waiting for you, idiot,” A soft but nonetheless toxic voice snapped, and he turned, eyes locking onto the figure that was his fraternal twin.
“Shut-up, Krad.” He ignored the curl of the others lips, the hand on the hip mocking him.
“Aw, does widdle bitty Dark feel bad about the loss of his parents, huh?” He simpered, smirking and pressing his hands to his chest as if he really, really did care. “Does he hate the orphanage because nobody would take him?”
“Nobody would take you either.” He bit back, opening his window with a vicious slam.
“S’cuz, unlike you, brother, I don’t want to be taken.” Was the blonde’s answer, and he turned to go, shooting his tanner brother a look of hidden glee. “Now get downstairs, everyone’s waiting for their Dark.”
He fingered the dagger strapped to his thigh as a warning, and Krad took the hint, laughing and running down the stairs, most likely to torture Satoshi. The screams and wails of the other children meshed with the complete silence.
Yes, Krad. I hate this place.
OoOoOoOoOo.....
Eck, it's icky and not very impressive, but I do what I can!
Title: The Morning After That
Day/Theme: October 1st, A screaming comes across the sky
Series: DNAngel
Character, Pairing: Dark, Krad, Satoshi, Daisuke, Dark/Daisuke if you look left and squint.
Rating: PG for mentions of mild violence, I suppose.
There was a scream that could be heard from anywhere and everywhere, traveling across the sky at a speed unmatched.
Violet eyes cracked open to meet a dawn of the same color. Mechanical movements- Sit up, stretch, stand up, slip feet into slippers, walk.
Live.
“Dark! Come on! If you don’t hurry up you’re not going to get anything!” A voice yelled at him, a sweet, boyish lilt that could carry across the small neighborhood.
“Wait a moment, Daisuke!” Was the only reply he could muster, lacking venom because it was morning (or was there another reason?). He looked out the window, no blinds to obscure the view of the heavens.
Another noise, diminished to a moan, and yelling. Murder! Death! Rape! Didn’t this happen at night, in smaller cities than this? Wasn’t this a little to extreme in the morning?
“We’re waiting for you, idiot,” A soft but nonetheless toxic voice snapped, and he turned, eyes locking onto the figure that was his fraternal twin.
“Shut-up, Krad.” He ignored the curl of the others lips, the hand on the hip mocking him.
“Aw, does widdle bitty Dark feel bad about the loss of his parents, huh?” He simpered, smirking and pressing his hands to his chest as if he really, really did care. “Does he hate the orphanage because nobody would take him?”
“Nobody would take you either.” He bit back, opening his window with a vicious slam.
“S’cuz, unlike you, brother, I don’t want to be taken.” Was the blonde’s answer, and he turned to go, shooting his tanner brother a look of hidden glee. “Now get downstairs, everyone’s waiting for their Dark.”
He fingered the dagger strapped to his thigh as a warning, and Krad took the hint, laughing and running down the stairs, most likely to torture Satoshi. The screams and wails of the other children meshed with the complete silence.
Yes, Krad. I hate this place.
OoOoOoOoOo.....
Eck, it's icky and not very impressive, but I do what I can!