D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Love ❯ Chapter Six: Roses For The Dead ( Chapter 6 )
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By: hikari_ice_angel 
Satoshi revisits a dream in his memories of when he went to his mothers grave and left roses on her graveside.
Anime/Manga: D. N. Angel Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Angst / Romance / Horror | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.20.2008 | Updated On: 06.20.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 274 | Status: Work In Progress
Satoshi revisits a dream in his memories of when he went to his mothers grave and left roses on her graveside.
Anime/Manga: D. N. Angel Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Angst / Romance / Horror | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.20.2008 | Updated On: 06.20.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 274 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own D.N.Angel only some manga and anime!
A/N: Bonjour mon aimes! Hello my lovelies! Have you loved me or what? I’m just kidding. Well here’s the sixth chapter of Forbidden Love. I’m only posting so
fast, because of the library at school, but don’t fret, for I will have my desktop soon! Hope you love it! Ciao! XOXO Hélène
Note: This chapter title comes from a song by Funeral for a Friend. Visit I have the songs posted on a playlist under the same username.
Krad to Satoshi'
‘Satoshi to Krad’
‘Thoughts’
“Talking”
Chapter Six
Roses for the Dead
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“Just to say we're sorry
For the black eyes and bleeding lips
When it's hard to forget
How many lies we told,
Or how we'd grow
Before i said goodbye
So lets scrape our knees on the playground
It's not your fault
You feel okay,
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed,
And can't come out to play
I never listened to a word,
You never said,
I never listened to a word,
You never said,
Wasting the hours now,
We're all suckers for tragedies,
We'll start this over again,
And you bring us to our knees,
As sunrise comes,
And the story will sell
A few hundred papers,
So we'll follow you up!
It's not your fault
You feel okay,
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed,
And can't come out to play
I never listened to a word,
You never said,
I never listened to a word,
You never said,
So raise your hands up high,
And let this rain pour on,
So raise your hands up high,
And Wash us away,
Like innocence and childbirth
You look just like your mother,
And you look just like your father
Forgive him our father,
Your son is smiling
So lay roses around you...”
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When Satoshi opened his eyes, he was sent into the lands of memories within himself, for he found himself opening his eyes to see a graveyard full of headstone
revealing inscribed names of people who had passed on long ago. He did not know the people with these names all he knew is that they were his relatives, but some
were so familiar, because of their achievements and the artworks they created that still lived on. The headstone that stood out the must was the one that he was
standing in front of, and this is what it said:
Hikari Rio
24 December 1965 –
19 January 1988
Loving mother and wife
The only thing it didn’t say was murdered at the hands of her own child. Yes, it was true; Hikari Rio did not die a natural death, for her demise was caused by the
entity within Satoshi, Krad. The curse took over the five-year-old Satoshi while he slept and murdered his mother, Hikari Rio, but she didn’t go without a fight. She
released blood-curdling screams that echoed throughout the manor, but Satoshi knew nothing of what had happened until he awoke, and found the blood of his
mother on his own hands; it was also smeared all over the front of his clothes. He still blames himself even though it wasn’t his fault his fault then; he was a child then,
and at that time Krad couldn’t be controlled, and that still is the case today.
Satoshi felt tears start to trickle down his face; how could a memory feel so real? From what had happened, had caused his biological father o abandon him in an
orphanage; Satoshi’s father didn’t want to deal with the Hikari curse. The stupid curse is what always made everything go wrong and everyone go away; would
Daisuke end up going away? “Do not hold anything close to you.” a female voice said; those words sounded so familiar, for he had heard them before, but who had
said them he didn’t know, or remember.
‘Who said those words,’ wondered Satoshi ‘I’ve heard them before, but I don’t remember who said them.”
And then he heard the words being repeated again, he looked up “Mother?” and then again, for the words were coming on like a broken record; going off, and then
coming on and being repeated, and then going off again; they were just repeating, and looping into an eternal loop; the words were sending him to the edge!
“What do you want from me!? Satoshi screamed; he was beginning to become very frustrated; he just wanted the voice, and the damned words to go away!
Satoshi’s words only fell on dead ears; no one could hear what he was screaming, and no one cared. It never seemed to make any sense!
This was nothing, but a mere memory, and if that was so then why did that voice, those words, send him to the edge by just hearing them? Satoshi felt himself calm
down, and the frustration wash away from his body as if it rained and washed away his tears. It came on like a tsunami wave, such a tsunami with such awesome
power, and force. He could feel the pitter patter of his heart; everything was just stampeding. ‘Why was this happening to me?’ Satoshi thought, ‘Is this illusion
from my past’
Questions! Just so many questions! Why was this happening to him? He was in a comatose-like state; why was he reliving this sour memory?
Satoshi looked towards the sky as his cold tears began to go down his face. It was now beginning to snow, either when he was in a conscious or subconscious state,
in his mind, it would begin to snow. It was also the same whenever he lived outside of his body. The magic in his blood would react to his sadness; it always made
Satoshi wonder…why?
Satoshi looked down at his mother’s grave, he was holding a bouquet of crimson red roses; almost the color of blood. The roses looked just fine before he set them
into the vase, but after it looked as if the blood red color seemed to bleed down the stem of the roses; it left behind an almost ebony-like color; why did they just do
that?
The crimson color of the rose buds slowly dripped, and flowed down the stems of the roses; Satoshi could hear the sounds that were emitted from the flowing of the
color, like the dripping of blood. Drip! Drip! Plip! Plop! Why did such a sound from a mere rose such as that? Again….Drip….Drip….Plip….Plop! It felt as if it
were an optical illusion, taking the young commander captive, and digging him an early grave. They say once you’re six feet under, you never come back. He
memorized the sound, why did it make him feel so delusional? It was making him remember a memory so horrid that it hurt just to think about it.
Satoshi knelt down, and looked at his mother’s gravestone; the Hikari clan seal was engraved into the gravestone along with a pair of white wings. He let out a sigh
of frustration; his mother had died for nothing, no one could save him, and his soul was already damned to hell from birth. What could he do? Just because of mere
feelings of love his mother had been killed; Krad wanted the young Hikari to belong to him, and him only. ‘Ancestors,’ Satoshi thought in the eerie silence, ‘is this
what you were trying to achieve? Is this what you wanted for the future generations of this clan?’
He had so many for them, for his ancestors, but they would forever remain unanswered, for there was simply not another Hikari left; he was the last and that was it;
he couldn’t do a thing about it. All of the people in his clan had died in vain, for their fates had all been sealed since birth; a memory started to float through his mind;
Satoshi just simply closed his eyes and let it go.
He saw the red roses being set onto the grave, because he never knew his mother’s likes, or dislikes of food; he just decided to bring roses. Low and behold, the
members of the Hikari clan never ate as much as normal people so it was okay to bring roses, or flowers. He was about the age of eight at the time; he didn’t
remember a thing about his mother, and all of his previous memories were locked away, because of krad; never to be remembered again by the young genius.
He remembered a doctor had said he was suffering from a severe case of amnesia; he remembered who he was, but not of his previous life, or family. The only other
thing he remembered was walking up with blood on his hands, and smeared all over his night clothes, but where he awoke was a different question. “That’s right
Satoshi-sama, you remember.” said Krad to the right of him.
“That you murdered my mother? Yes, I remember.” It was a painful subject; why did he have to bring it up?
“I only did what was best for the both of us.” replied the sadistic angel.
“No, you only did what was best for you, and you existence.” Satoshi was becoming upset with the white wings; he tried to hold in his emotions, but in this part
of his mind that couldn’t happen, for his emotions would eventually show.
‘Just let me wake-up from this nightmare.’ Satoshi though sadly ‘Please stop making me remember this hell!’ and then Satoshi felt his unconscious mind float
towards consciousness.
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A/N: So there it is! The end of chapter six! I’ll post again soon! Avoir!!
Me: Mwahahahahaha!!! Yes. Everything is in order for Krad to be Darks lover (scribble scribble scribble)
Satoshi: *looks up from his book and lifts an eyebrow* What are you cackling about this time?
Me: Oh nothing. *whispers* just my pla for Krad and Dark's destruction.
Satoshi: *whispers* Mind to let me in on it?
Me: *whispers the plan and Satoshi's ear while everyone watches his many changing faces*
Daisuke, Krad, & Dark: (together) What's up with them?
Me & Satoshi: *has evil looks on our faces* MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
(Holds up sign)Will write fan fictions for reviews!
A/N: Bonjour mon aimes! Hello my lovelies! Have you loved me or what? I’m just kidding. Well here’s the sixth chapter of Forbidden Love. I’m only posting so
fast, because of the library at school, but don’t fret, for I will have my desktop soon! Hope you love it! Ciao! XOXO Hélène
Note: This chapter title comes from a song by Funeral for a Friend. Visit I have the songs posted on a playlist under the same username.
Krad to Satoshi'
‘Satoshi to Krad’
‘Thoughts’
“Talking”
Chapter Six
Roses for the Dead
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
“Just to say we're sorry
For the black eyes and bleeding lips
When it's hard to forget
How many lies we told,
Or how we'd grow
Before i said goodbye
So lets scrape our knees on the playground
It's not your fault
You feel okay,
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed,
And can't come out to play
I never listened to a word,
You never said,
I never listened to a word,
You never said,
Wasting the hours now,
We're all suckers for tragedies,
We'll start this over again,
And you bring us to our knees,
As sunrise comes,
And the story will sell
A few hundred papers,
So we'll follow you up!
It's not your fault
You feel okay,
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed,
And can't come out to play
I never listened to a word,
You never said,
I never listened to a word,
You never said,
So raise your hands up high,
And let this rain pour on,
So raise your hands up high,
And Wash us away,
Like innocence and childbirth
You look just like your mother,
And you look just like your father
Forgive him our father,
Your son is smiling
So lay roses around you...”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
When Satoshi opened his eyes, he was sent into the lands of memories within himself, for he found himself opening his eyes to see a graveyard full of headstone
revealing inscribed names of people who had passed on long ago. He did not know the people with these names all he knew is that they were his relatives, but some
were so familiar, because of their achievements and the artworks they created that still lived on. The headstone that stood out the must was the one that he was
standing in front of, and this is what it said:
Hikari Rio
24 December 1965 –
19 January 1988
Loving mother and wife
The only thing it didn’t say was murdered at the hands of her own child. Yes, it was true; Hikari Rio did not die a natural death, for her demise was caused by the
entity within Satoshi, Krad. The curse took over the five-year-old Satoshi while he slept and murdered his mother, Hikari Rio, but she didn’t go without a fight. She
released blood-curdling screams that echoed throughout the manor, but Satoshi knew nothing of what had happened until he awoke, and found the blood of his
mother on his own hands; it was also smeared all over the front of his clothes. He still blames himself even though it wasn’t his fault his fault then; he was a child then,
and at that time Krad couldn’t be controlled, and that still is the case today.
Satoshi felt tears start to trickle down his face; how could a memory feel so real? From what had happened, had caused his biological father o abandon him in an
orphanage; Satoshi’s father didn’t want to deal with the Hikari curse. The stupid curse is what always made everything go wrong and everyone go away; would
Daisuke end up going away? “Do not hold anything close to you.” a female voice said; those words sounded so familiar, for he had heard them before, but who had
said them he didn’t know, or remember.
‘Who said those words,’ wondered Satoshi ‘I’ve heard them before, but I don’t remember who said them.”
And then he heard the words being repeated again, he looked up “Mother?” and then again, for the words were coming on like a broken record; going off, and then
coming on and being repeated, and then going off again; they were just repeating, and looping into an eternal loop; the words were sending him to the edge!
“What do you want from me!? Satoshi screamed; he was beginning to become very frustrated; he just wanted the voice, and the damned words to go away!
Satoshi’s words only fell on dead ears; no one could hear what he was screaming, and no one cared. It never seemed to make any sense!
This was nothing, but a mere memory, and if that was so then why did that voice, those words, send him to the edge by just hearing them? Satoshi felt himself calm
down, and the frustration wash away from his body as if it rained and washed away his tears. It came on like a tsunami wave, such a tsunami with such awesome
power, and force. He could feel the pitter patter of his heart; everything was just stampeding. ‘Why was this happening to me?’ Satoshi thought, ‘Is this illusion
from my past’
Questions! Just so many questions! Why was this happening to him? He was in a comatose-like state; why was he reliving this sour memory?
Satoshi looked towards the sky as his cold tears began to go down his face. It was now beginning to snow, either when he was in a conscious or subconscious state,
in his mind, it would begin to snow. It was also the same whenever he lived outside of his body. The magic in his blood would react to his sadness; it always made
Satoshi wonder…why?
Satoshi looked down at his mother’s grave, he was holding a bouquet of crimson red roses; almost the color of blood. The roses looked just fine before he set them
into the vase, but after it looked as if the blood red color seemed to bleed down the stem of the roses; it left behind an almost ebony-like color; why did they just do
that?
The crimson color of the rose buds slowly dripped, and flowed down the stems of the roses; Satoshi could hear the sounds that were emitted from the flowing of the
color, like the dripping of blood. Drip! Drip! Plip! Plop! Why did such a sound from a mere rose such as that? Again….Drip….Drip….Plip….Plop! It felt as if it
were an optical illusion, taking the young commander captive, and digging him an early grave. They say once you’re six feet under, you never come back. He
memorized the sound, why did it make him feel so delusional? It was making him remember a memory so horrid that it hurt just to think about it.
Satoshi knelt down, and looked at his mother’s gravestone; the Hikari clan seal was engraved into the gravestone along with a pair of white wings. He let out a sigh
of frustration; his mother had died for nothing, no one could save him, and his soul was already damned to hell from birth. What could he do? Just because of mere
feelings of love his mother had been killed; Krad wanted the young Hikari to belong to him, and him only. ‘Ancestors,’ Satoshi thought in the eerie silence, ‘is this
what you were trying to achieve? Is this what you wanted for the future generations of this clan?’
He had so many for them, for his ancestors, but they would forever remain unanswered, for there was simply not another Hikari left; he was the last and that was it;
he couldn’t do a thing about it. All of the people in his clan had died in vain, for their fates had all been sealed since birth; a memory started to float through his mind;
Satoshi just simply closed his eyes and let it go.
He saw the red roses being set onto the grave, because he never knew his mother’s likes, or dislikes of food; he just decided to bring roses. Low and behold, the
members of the Hikari clan never ate as much as normal people so it was okay to bring roses, or flowers. He was about the age of eight at the time; he didn’t
remember a thing about his mother, and all of his previous memories were locked away, because of krad; never to be remembered again by the young genius.
He remembered a doctor had said he was suffering from a severe case of amnesia; he remembered who he was, but not of his previous life, or family. The only other
thing he remembered was walking up with blood on his hands, and smeared all over his night clothes, but where he awoke was a different question. “That’s right
Satoshi-sama, you remember.” said Krad to the right of him.
“That you murdered my mother? Yes, I remember.” It was a painful subject; why did he have to bring it up?
“I only did what was best for the both of us.” replied the sadistic angel.
“No, you only did what was best for you, and you existence.” Satoshi was becoming upset with the white wings; he tried to hold in his emotions, but in this part
of his mind that couldn’t happen, for his emotions would eventually show.
‘Just let me wake-up from this nightmare.’ Satoshi though sadly ‘Please stop making me remember this hell!’ and then Satoshi felt his unconscious mind float
towards consciousness.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
A/N: So there it is! The end of chapter six! I’ll post again soon! Avoir!!
Me: Mwahahahahaha!!! Yes. Everything is in order for Krad to be Darks lover (scribble scribble scribble)
Satoshi: *looks up from his book and lifts an eyebrow* What are you cackling about this time?
Me: Oh nothing. *whispers* just my pla for Krad and Dark's destruction.
Satoshi: *whispers* Mind to let me in on it?
Me: *whispers the plan and Satoshi's ear while everyone watches his many changing faces*
Daisuke, Krad, & Dark: (together) What's up with them?
Me & Satoshi: *has evil looks on our faces* MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
(Holds up sign)Will write fan fictions for reviews!