Author: NiuNiu

Contact: chibi_Kyo_Doll@web.de

Part: 1/1

Date: 03-06-11 to 03-07-20

Disclaimer: Property of Yukiru Sugisaki
The song used is from Samsa's dream

... To Solaris

He ran after him, his steps echoing through the room like a thousand echoes. He, Dark, had already stolen something from him and so he chased him as always. It was this eternal game of cat and mouse in which the mouse escaped the cat again and again. But the cat never lost interest in chasing the mouse in the bitterest possible way. They turned a corner and Dark only shouted to him: "And once again the mouse has outsmarted the cat, didn't you, Mr. Hiwatari?", Then you heard a window shatter. A shard brushed Satoshi's face and left a red trail, he stared out the window. The black wings of Darks farther and farther away, he became a tiny point in the dark night sky. "Damn it, every time you escape me just before I catch you!" Satoshi hit the frame of the broken window with his clenched fist.The sharp edges dug deep into his flesh and glowing red blood dripped onto the white marble floor. -Satoshi, please stop hurting yourself immediately! - it came from Krad in his mind. Satoshi looked at his hand as the blood was pouring out more and more, then he let it drop again and left. Let the other policemen clean up the broken pieces, he just wanted to go home ... Gray. And old. My dry eye sees cloudy and cold The hole in the wall, A gate to the light: It wakes me out of dark thoughts ... ... not? Daisuke is entering his family's property and his mother is waiting for him. "And did you manage to steal the tear of eternity?", She asked her stressed son between the door and the hinge. He just nodded, reached around his neck to loosen the chain and put it in his mother's hand. "There you have it. Tell me, what do we need all this stuff for?", Daisuke asked her curiously. "Well my darling, your ma likes to collect.Do you want to eat something else? ", she said and pushed him into the kitchen." You mean more likely, you can collect for them !? ", he said naggingly and looked at the food." What is Hiwatari doing now? ", Daisuke mumbled to himself and was immediately scolded by Dark. He shouldn't worry about his enemy ... Said enemy just arrived in front of his apartment, you heard the lock click and the door slam, then it clicked His father had probably been informed of this, and this was confirmed when he saw the answering machine key blinking. He listened to the message and immediately called his father back to explain that the blood was from him and not from Dark war. Then he hung up, he wanted to have as little to do with the person who called himself his father. -It might be better if you finally take care of your hand, or should I do that? - Satoshi remained silent So Krad broke away from his body, his master just looked at him and so Krad got the first aid kit.[1]Then he urged the boy to sit on the couch and looked at his hand, which was covered with dry blood. He shook his head, cleared the blood and began to remove the broken glass. Because Satoshi winced almost imperceptibly when he stroked it. He leaned forward and licked the blood that oozed from the reopened wound. The metallic taste in his mouth was probably familiar to Krad, he had tasted it more than once. Then he bandaged his hand and looked at Satoshi seriously and reproachfully. "You know very well that I don't like it when you get injured. Why are you doing it anyway?", Krad wanted to know from him. "Why am I doing this? Maybe to be sure that I am still alive ..." he fell silent again, leaned to the side and closed his eyes. He was falling asleep ... The rays of youth on leathery hands My four walls quickly become five damp walls: The gap becomes a flood of colors; If the embers of the dream are kindled, the memory lets in ... ... to me Krad watched Satoshi as he slowly threatened to slip off the couch."It must have been an exhausting day after all?" He stated. He picked up Satoshi, smirked at the sight, and carried him into his room. The rain pelted against the window and the wind howled as he laid the boy in his bed. "What is he dreaming now?", He looked at him thoughtfully. Then sat down on the windowsill and continued to watch Satoshi as he lay there and slept. His breathing was steady and he looked so peaceful. A few strands of his hair fell into his face, you would never have guessed that this boy was carrying a demon. Or should he be called an angel? Satoshi dreamed of his childhood again, which he couldn't really enjoy. If you look at it that way, then he had never really had a childhood, he was never allowed to be a child. Because if you looked at his previous career, it became clear to you why he could never enjoy being a child. He had to study from morning to evening, once he had used the material, he would never forget it.For luck or bad luck, depending on how you looked at it, Satoshi was above average intelligent. At just 14 years of age, he already had a university degree and was the general commissioner in the Dark case. This case concerned him more and more personally, because he was the last descendant of his clan. His hunt for Dark had been his fate since he was born, but he had tried to suppress the fate. Because deep in him slumbered a demon that he never wanted to release and now it had happened. For a few months Krad had been back and he was no longer so easily suppressed, he became more and more a part of him. And thanks to his so-called father, he hadn't had a bit of his childhood to himself. How he hated him for having taken everything from him and now believing that he was happy with what he was now. Perhaps he accepted Krad's presence because he no longer wanted to be alone, because that was better than nothing.And Krad respected him and didn't try to take advantage of him, not until now. What was still to come was not foreseeable. The wind got stronger and stronger and Satoshi began to get restless, memories ate into his dreams ...

The wind sways the leaves of the gnarled oak
Innocence plays around golden curls.
The flames can hardly reach the feet
The sky was blue and carelessness was indispensable.
Up to the top!
Seriousness soft!
Nothing stops small hearts.
Only dares to approach childlike heights
Who can fly, but better still: can fall deep.

They ran past him and only noticed him for a brief moment, then they were gone again. Nobody really wanted anything to do with this scary kid. "Dad? Why do the other kids always ignore me when I'm outside?" He asked his father in a tearful voice, he had never had someone to play with. He went to his room and lay down on his bed, he was very lonely here."What if I just speak to her?", He didn't give up hope of finally having some friends with whom he can talk and play like any other child his age. He got up and wiped away the tears that wanted to escape his eyes. He knew exactly where the playground was, he often walked past it with his father, but he was never allowed to go there to play because he only had to study. But now he was finally on vacation and could do what he otherwise could never do. Satoshi padded down the stairs, with quiet, careful steps, his father was not allowed to know that he wanted to go out. He crept down the hall to the back exit of the house and opened the door. Nobody would notice that he was only going out to play for a moment, so he left the property. He strolled through the streets, in the direction of the playground, there would definitely be children there to play with him. He was slowing down, what if they didn't like him? He hesitated a little when he saw the other children romping around and having fun.Some boys played soccer, others swung, the girls played catch and a lot more. He smiled, that would be fun, so he walked on very slowly. At first they didn't notice him, but then they began to whisper ... "Look, isn't that the one who always comes this way with his father? ...". "... otherwise he is not allowed to go out, who knows what he is ...". "... does he even know how to have fun as a child?", they looked at him and Satoshi sat down on a bench to see them. But it made him sad that they had just left him by the wayside until now. - I knew they don't like me ... - he hung his head and wasn't paying attention. Then he got the ball on it, fell off the bench and lay there in a daze for a moment. Then he sat up, swayed a little and rubbed the place where the ball had hit him. "Ouch ...", it hurt a lot. And his glasses were broken too, that was sure to cause trouble.The other children started laughing, he took the ball in his hand and pouted at her. - What they find so funny about meeting me ... And they can't apologize either! -, he had imagined everything differently. He looked at the ball and got mad at himself for being naive enough to think he could have friends. One of the boys came up to him and wanted the ball back, Satoshi looked at him and waited for an apology ... Nothing! "Then get it, you ...!" With these words he kicked the ball up with his knee and then shot it as far as he could. He flew in a high arc over the square and Satoshi turned and ran away, his broken glasses in hand. The others just looked after him in amazement, had they done something wrong? But they had to give him one thing, he could handle the ball. He had tried to be a child, but the other children would not let him be a child.He was still running and it started to rain, his vision becoming increasingly blurred ...

Terra to Solaris!
I'm falling to Utopia!
But before the childhood was sealed in me
Has the question already been thought:
When did I first laugh?
The forest melts like wax to pitch,
The horizon bends
Ugly lifeless and grown-up there is nothing left of the fairy tale,
Only the choice: path or blade?
A black lump beats inside me
Who can ask the second question: What have we done to ourselves?
Educate me to war with you
Deprive me of