D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ In the Dark of the Night ❯ Chapter 3

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 3

Dark placed a soft kiss on Satoshi's lips as he slipped in the Satoshi's mind.

It was a dark night from a few months ago, about a month after Dark had shown up. Satoshi walked in to his stepfather's office. It had been sprinkling on and off all day. It seemed as though the storm had finally decided to hit full force. The office was dark; none of the lights were on. A lighting bolt cut across the sky. Satoshi saw that his stepfather's chair was turned around, facing the window. Satoshi reached for the light switch.

“No, leave the light off, son. And close the door.” His stepfather said without turning around. Satoshi closed the door.

“Come here.” Satoshi walked toward the desk. “Do you know why I called you here?”

“No.” Satoshi said. Hiwatari stood up out of his chair, and walked around the desk to stand in front of Satoshi.

“You failed to capture Dark, AGAIN!” He slammed his hands on the desk behind his stepson, trapping Satoshi between his body and the desk. Satoshi backed up as far as the desk would allow. Hiwatari leaned in close to Satoshi and placed his mouth next to Satoshi's ear.

“Do you know what I do to people that fail me one time to many?” Satoshi suddenly was very nervous. He didn't like where this was going nor did he like the look in his stepfather's eyes. Hiwatari gently kissed the spot below Satoshi's ear, almost as an apology.

He pulled back, grabbed Satoshi's hips in a bruising grip and spun Satoshi around. He pushed Satoshi down so he was lying with his upper body stretched out over the desk. Satoshi started to struggle, he didn't know were this was going to go and he didn't want to find out. Hiwatari secured Satoshi to the desk by tying leather strips around his wrists. The strips were tied to two heavy desk drawers that were locked.

Hiwatari reached down and ran his hands over the inside of Satoshi's thighs then pulled them apart. Satoshi struggled and tried to kick his stepfather, but he couldn't get leverage. Hiwatari secured one of Satoshi's ankles with another leather strip before Satoshi managed to kick him in the head. Hiwatari grabbed the foot that had kicked him and twisted until he heard Satoshi cry out in pain. Hiwatari smiled as he finished tying Satoshi to the desk. He walked over to a small table that was in the room and picked up a letter opener.

Another lighting bolt flashed across the sky, and it glinted off the freshly sharpened metal. As Hiwatari walked back over to the boy that was tied to his desk, Satoshi renewed his struggles to try and get away. Hiwatari grabbed a hold of those blue locks and pushed his head down in to the surface of the desk.

“I will teach you to take your punishments without a fight.” He kept a hold of Satoshi's hair as he dug the letter opener in to Satoshi's left shoulder and pulled it down to his right hip. Satoshi screamed in pain as tears welled up in his eyes. He's stepfather placed the bloody letter opener on the desk next to Satoshi's left arm, then he reached around to undo Satoshi's belt.

Satoshi didn't know what to do. His back was on fire and his stepfather was pulling down his pants and his boxers. He felt cold clammy hands running over his thighs and his butt, before he heard the rasp of a zipper and something hard pressed against him. Hiwatari plunged into Satoshi with no warning, no stretching, and no lube. Satoshi screamed into the unforgiving night, as he was ripped apart from the inside out. The pain that burned on his back was nothing compared to the pain from his stepfather. Satoshi struggled as Hiwatari continued to plunge into the unwilling body below him. Tears rolled down Satoshi's face as the pain ripped through his body. A rough hand tangled in his hair a yanked his face to the side so his stepfather could see his face.

“You're so beautiful when you cry.” Hiwatari said before he crushed Satoshi's mouth to his own. Hiwatari bit at his stepsons lip hard enough to make it bleed, then he forced his tongue in to Satoshi's mouth, gagging him from the vile taste of liquor and smoke. He released Satoshi's head in favor of gripping his hips in a bruising grip.

He plunged in to Satoshi faster, and faster. Finally Hiwatari moaned as he released inside his stepson. Satoshi felt bile rising in his throat at the fell of the warmth flooding him. Hiwatari pulled out as blood and his seed spilled down Satoshi's thighs. Hiwatari laughed softly as he tucked himself back in his pants. He cut one of the leather strips that held Satoshi to the desk and put the letter opener in reach of that hand. He turned around and left the room.

How Satoshi got home and made it through the next day at school he never knew. The whole day his back burned, he had to hide the limp from when his father twisted his foot, and every time he took a steep or sat down he had to hide a wince. The same thing happened about once every two weeks. Each time Satoshi's stepfather would find some way to make the rapping of stepson more interesting for himself. After a time Satoshi stopped going when his stepfather called him, but he learned that Hiwatari didn't care where he gave Satoshi his “punishment”. Once Hiwatari took Satoshi in his apartment not caring who heard. But after that first night Satoshi refused to cry or make a sound, and his stepfather, determined to hear his stepson cry, had turned it in to a sick and twisted game.

Satoshi sat in a dark corner of his mind. It was the only heaven he had anymore. He laid down and allowed the dark and the warmth to form a blanket over him. He closed his eyes and thought about the darkness and how he never wanted to leave. Satoshi felt his heart slowing down and his breathing fading. He was shutting his body down and he knew it, he didn't care that he was killing himself: he had nothing left to hold onto. Daisuke never looked at him, never paid him the type of attention he wanted from the boy, and Dark… well, Dark wouldn't look twice at him; now that he knew Satoshi was used goods.

Satoshi was almost gone when he felt someone grab him and slap him across the face. His heart rate sped back up as did his breathing. There stood Krad, white wings hanging behind him, twitching, not an amber hair out of place, and looking pissed.

“What do you think you are doing?” Krad asked as he pulled Satoshi to his feet to stand in front of him. Satoshi shrugged him off.

“I'm leaving. No one wants me, and no one will miss me once I'm gone. And why do you care. To you I'm nothing more then a vessel for you to manifest yourself. Just leave me alone.” Satoshi turned his back on Krad. Krad stared at Satoshi's back before he took a step forward. Krad wrapped his arms around Satoshi waist, and opened his wings to form a kind of bubble around them. Krad pressed his chest to Satoshi's back and rested his chin in a nest of blue locks.

“He does care,” Krad said softly, “Dark, he cares. When your heart slowed he started begging you not to go, and talking about how no matter what had happened he wouldn't blame you, and how he could never ever hate you.”

“Stop making fun of me!” Satoshi yelled. He pulled himself out of Krad's arms and out of the protection of his wings. “I'm nothing, I'm worthless! I'm used goods no one wants! I've been broken beyond repair, and no one can fix me, no one! The only reason he cares is because he feels sorry for me! Or he wants me for a sex toy. I'm broken Krad can't you see that! No one wants a filthy, dirty, worthless …thing! I don't want him around me!” Satoshi looked at his feet. “Because if he is around me then I'll pull him down as well. And I have no right to touch or even look at some thing as clean as he is. He is perfect, to me he's light. And I'm just a shadow, a demon that has no right to gaze upon such perfection. Krad under stand I what him but I have no right to have him. I'm a piece of dirt; I'm not even fit to lick his shoe.”

“Go.” Krad said.

“What?” Satoshi turned around to look at Krad.

“He heard you.” Satoshi paled and left in a hurry.

Satoshi woke with a start. He looked around. Sunlight streamed through the window. Dark was no where to be seen. Satoshi raced through the house looking for any sign of Dark. In the living room, he bent over to pick up his shirt from last night. A cool breeze blew over his skin. The door to the balcony was left open and the curtain blew lightly in the breeze. Satoshi straitened and walked out on to the balcony. There on the floor was a single black feather. Satoshi picked it up then collapsed on the floor. Hugging the feather to his chest, he cried… and cried… and cried…