Good -- A Danti Fanfiction (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9

Dark's POV

I didn't know who Kaine was, but I knew that I was going to destroy him. So as a demon and a sadist, when I kissed Anti, I tried to feel something for once.

I tried to make him aware that I had a heart somewhere inside of me, that I could feel things.

Did I have a heart? I had no idea. Probably not. I didn't know demon anatomy.

But that didn't matter. Something snapped inside of me. Somebody had hurt Anti, and he was still hurting. And for once, I didn't want someone to hurt. I wanted them to heal.

So I tried to speak through a kiss. I tried to channel all of my emotions -- empathy, anger, sadness, excitement -- into him. 

I waited for him to melt in my arms. For him to realize that he could be happy living here with me. For him to realize that we could walk this fucked up world together.

He never did.

After a good few moments of kissing and getting nothing back, I pulled away. I tried so hard to feel something magical. To make Anti understand that I could change. That I could try.

I held his shoulders an arms length away. His eyes were calmly shut, his face expressionless. His shoulders were slumped, as if he was unaware that I was holding him. He was still breathing, still thinking, still awake. I felt his mind working around me, as if I wasn't there.

He was burning up.

I quickly pried myself off of him, my hands throbbing. I looked up at Anti, but his eyes weren't closed anymore.

I wanted to see the baby blue and lime green colors that I loved. But they were gone without a trace. Anti's eyes glowed a dark indigo color and a deep forest green, his face somehow remaining expressionless. His body was more alert now, his whole stance calm yet challenging.

He looked at me dead in the eyes, his aura radiating power. 

"Let me go." His words were honest. He didn't want to be here.

That hurt. I hadn't felt real pain in a long time. Probably not since Mark died. The pain was worse than loneliness -- it felt like a gunshot.

I knew that Anti could sense everything I was feeling, but he did nothing.

I shook my head slowly. "No." I started to shake my head faster. "No, you don't get to leave."

Mister Emotions was gone. Feeling only hurt, so I refused to feel.

I straightened up, and I forced a cocky grin onto my face. I knew that I looked crazy, but I felt crazy. Anti's stance still refused to change.

"You don't get to leave, because you're mine. You'll always be mine, and you'll never change that. I get to make the decisions around here," With every sentence I spoke, I took another step towards Anti. "And my decision is that you belong to me." Step  "You can cry and scream your way through this life," Step  "But I can't hear you." Step  "I clearly can't feel anything, so what's the point in trying to understand how you  feel." 

I was inches from Anti's face, breathing heavily. I leaned in so that my lips were just brushing his ear. "You're a demon. Act like one."

Anti's POV

I didn't move a muscle, I put barriers around my mind. As far as I could tell, Dark couldn't read my emotions.

Good.

Because I hurt.

Every word he was saying stabbed me in the heart, caused sharp pains to shoot through my body. I was a wuss, I was a sad excuse for a demon. I was a disappointment. I was too sensitive. I was naive. I was stupid. I was weak. I was the embodiment of shame.

Every word he spoke slapped me in the face. I felt like I was dying, like he was tearing me apart bit by bit.

It hurts to feel someone you quite possibly love speak like you're nothing to them.

When Dark's lips brushed my ear, my whole body surged with power. If Dark wasn't going to feel any emotions, I would feel them for the both of us. I would make him feel what I felt.

"You're a demon. Act like one."

Everything happened so fast. I couldn't decipher whether Dark was punching me or if I was punching him. Somebody yelled, somebody fell. 

That time, it was me.

Dark had his legs around my waist, pinning me to the floor. He punched me again. And again. And again.

But he wasn't punching my face. He was punching my chest. I felt like he was going to break my ribs. I clawed at his shirt, trying to push him off of me. But he wouldn't budge. 

I coughed, starting to choke on my own thoughts. I tried to breath, but every breath I took was expelled by Dark's fist. My vision was blurring, and I could feel my face puffing up from the lack of oxygen. Then it all stopped.

I felt a heavy weight on my chest, but I could already feel my body healing.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I looked up at the ceiling, refusing to cry yet again. I was stronger than this. I tried to move, but there was still Dark on top of me.

We were both worn, breathing heavy, in mutual surrender.

Dark was sobbing. 

I tried to sit up, but his head was on my chest, his hands nearly pulling out his hair. 

I had never seen him cry, and he didn't seem like one who would. But he was hurting.

He was in so much pain it almost shocked me. Primal screams were escaping from his lips, a mix of a dying animal and himself. I could feel my bare chest getting soaked with tears. He didn't look well. He looked dead.

So I rested my head back the floor and covered my eyes with my hands. 

If I was lucky, he would kill me.

...

Or himself.

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A/N: WELL THAT WAS ONE HELL OF AN EMOTIONAL ROADSHOW (HA HAHA GET IT  NO OKAY) 

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