Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Note: Post-Second Hand of Time incident.
Summary: Something in him was against saying this, but he had to. Or else, Krad had another opening.

"Hiwatari-kun, I'm…"

He wasn't surprised when she was at a loss of words. Risa Harada, the twin who believed in magic and ghosts, enchantments and the captivating occult, had just learned about his wings. The white wings that were not his, but Krad's. He was a part of the world Risa adored.

"What? Frightened, you should be!" He snapped. Quickly, he pulled away from her and flapped the angelic wings. Then, Satoshi cringed. The strain on him was too great; it didn't enable him to take off. He knew it was too much.

Risa was piecing it all together now. It was too late to erase her memory with his magic. Now, she knew his secret -- the secret he didn't want anyone outside the Hikari-Niwa feud to know.

"It was you…you saved me that night when Dark stole the Toki no Kusabi."

His jacket was proof. For the longest time, he encouraged the lie that the jacket belonged to Dark, but now, that pretense shattered. Again, Satoshi attempted to leave.

"Get away from me!" He shouted. "Forget this."

That's what he was taught. Never get close to anyone or risk losing them. But Risa persisted even as he slowly, but painfully took off from the rooftop. Words raced through his mind.

He had to lie again.

Satoshi looked at her with his icy eyes. "I hate you! Now, you can forget about me and run to Dark. Go and cry to him!"

Something in him was against saying this, but he had to. Or else, Krad had another opening. The last Hikari turned away in time to avoid seeing her cry. His Sacred Maiden was sobbing. Sure, people hated her, but when it came from someone with wings, it would pick at an old wound. Satoshi clenched his fist, holding back any cry of pain mixed with all remorse.

He was a Hikari. They were not supposed to be feel anything.

Then, Satoshi heard Krad's obnoxious laughter ringing in his ears.

It was all his fault.