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The Hunted	By : Erzulie Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Watchers in the Night
- 1
Title – The Hunted
By – Erzulie
Contact – ErzuliesDream@yahoo.com
Band – Dir en grey (with random guest stars!!)
Pairing – DieXKyo. KaoruXKyo(soon). And more to come!
Rating – NC-17
Genre – A/U. Modern. Horror/Dark Romance

Notes – This came into my head while my boyfriend and I were playing Devil May Cry. It hit me hard, like a ton of bricks. It may be a bit hokey, but I hope everyone likes it.
Will be sort of historically/geologic….::squeaks to full stop:: Hell, it will be inaccurate all around! XD

Disclaimer - I don’t own Dir en grey, nor any other band/band member which may appear in this fiction in the future. ::insert sad face:: No, I don’t think that any of the people in this story are really in bed together, but my imagination doesn’t really care. After all, it’s fiction, ne? Fake! Anyway - I’m not making money off of this in any way, shape, or form - and I promise to put everything back in the (dis)order in which I found it when I’m done playing. Scouts honor : x

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Part One - Watchers in the Night

“We’re going to die this time. I know it.” The words were out of his mouth before he could help them, so he pulled the brim of his hat down before his eyes. A smirk was on his full lips, and he was trying not to chuckle darkly to himself over the look his partner shot at him. Obsidian eyes stared from beneath the brim of the new black hat, into the popping dance of their campfire as it warmed his face.

“There are times I think you want us to, as much as you say that.” The one with him countered, shaking his head and rolling his eyes gently. “Really, Kyo. Its every mission now, every single one.” He reached out with the stick he was toasting a bit of meat on, and poked the one he was speaking to with it gently, causing the smaller male to laugh out loud. The other reached up a hand, using the palm to push away the stick protruding through their minute kill, sure to avoid the heated flesh so he would not be burned.

“No, you’ve just been hearing things all this time, ‘til now.” Kyo smirked, looking up at his partner once more. There was a smile replacing the smirk as the redhead grunted softly and shook his head in reply to the other’s words and placed the fowl back in the fire. Kyo used one finger to tap the hat brim up again, so the other could see the sparkle in his dark eyes before he went serious. “Daisuke, listen to me. I do have a bad feeling about this one. Ever since we even noticed that man in the tavern.” He bit his bottom lip gently, thoughtfully, as he peered at the man he was seated near at the moment – both of them making the most of large, flat topped boulders as those seats. “Didn’t you feel it?”

“I felt it when he paid us in full for the job.” Die muttered, after a long moment. He brought the stick he’d been cooking their little game animal on to his mouth, and bit a sliver of meat from it carefully. The redhead chewed it thoughtfully, before handing the stick over to Kyo – whom took it wordlessly and tore a bit off with his teeth as well. Both of them chewed in silence for a long moment, each listening to every sound the forest around them made. “I mean, seriously, how did he know we’d actually do the job, not just take the money and run?” Die had swallowed his food, and he was looking at the shorter youth with a raised eyebrow.

“Our reputation as fools precedes us?” Kyo snickered softly at the look he received from the redhead as he handed the stick-impaled bird back to him. “What?” His eyes widened a bit in questioning, and then he gestured to the area around him. “In case you haven’t noticed – we’re in a forested area on the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains, going towards a castle which Vlad Tepes himself was supposed to hold in fearful contempt – and you’re looking at me like I shouldn’t say we’re fools?”

“Kyo, I doubt that the place is –that- famous. After all, I’d never heard of it before our benefactor mentioned it.” Die murmured, still chewing his food as he eyed the other and handed him the stick once again. “Also, I would think you’d pick a better word than ‘fool’ to describe us.”

“Oh, like what? Mad men? Sorry, you already complained about how I repeat myself so much, I thought I’d use something which wasn’t stereotypical of my wording.” He smirked and he knew the other was about to pick up the closest small rock and launch it at his head. Kyo took a few more bites of the bird, then he took the little body off of the stick and tore off a wing. Finished with it, he handed the rest over to Die. “I’m full now, Mr. I-Never-Heard-of-Countess-Bathory-Until-We-Staked-Her.”

“Why do you always bring that up?” Die growled softly, holding the bird between his hands then, after snatching it from the hold of the one who offered it. The smirk he saw on Kyo’s face was so damnably annoying he had to ignore it for the sake of their relationship. The younger man always had the knack of getting under his skin in just the wrong ways at just the wrong moments. The redhead was glad he was a patient man. “It’s not the same. I’ll admit I was ignorant when we took the Bathory job, but you have to admit you’ve never heard of this place either. I saw that blank look of disinterest on your face before he brought out that coin stuffed silk pouch and told us there was more up in his room if we wanted the job.”

“You’re right, I haven’t heard of it. However, it wasn’t disinterest. It was fear.” He admitted gently, throwing the remains of the bird parts he’d been eating from into the hearty little blaze before him. He put his elbow on his knee and leaned his face into his palm, looking at his partner with worry in his dark eyes. “I told you we shouldn’t have taken this job. He gave us the money without hesitation – not to mention he never showed us his face. He was just this dark, cloaked figure that we trusted for no reason.”

“You used to get off on that kind of stuff.” Die smirked softly, trying to cheer up the younger man. He saw the soft, full lips smirk gently, and those dark eyes rise up to meet him – the smile apparent in them.

“I still do.” Kyo whispered lightly. “But Daisuke, when we met, you weren’t ever as intimidating as that man from the tavern. Besides, you also don’t have that feeling of . . . “ The blonde hushed up then, tensed lightly, and his hand moved from his chin. Kyo’s elbow left his knee as well, and he seemed to perk up a little bit. His palm wrapped around the crossbow propped up and pre-loaded nearby him, but as he stood he did not take aim.

“What did you hear?” Die asked softly, reaching for his own weapon – a sawed off shotgun. The redhead watched the other shake his head, hold up his free hand to silence him. Both of them waited in silence for a long moment, but nothing other than the normal sounds of the forest at night met their ears.
Slowly, Kyo sat back down, putting his crossbow back aside. Die eyed it with slight trepidation, the usual look he applied to the blonde’s weapon of choice. “I still don’t understand why you use that thing.”

“I like how it handles.” Kyo replied gently, his eyes moving up to the other. “Look, I know you hate it . . .”

“It fires only once, and takes so long to reload. You also have to look down at what you’re doing while you put the fresh arrow in.” Die replied. They’d had this same conversation a dozen times before. He wanted Kyo to have a more convenient weapon – something that wouldn’t take minutes off of his life in the long run. Die wanted him to have something that would protect him better when they were separated. Sure, Kyo had a small arsenal on himself at all times, just like Die did, but the blonde relied far too much on the crossbow. “Of course I hate it.”

“I like the risk.” The younger man’s words were soft, and he would not meet the older one’s eyes as he spoke. The redhead remained silent, but he moved himself from his flat topped stone to settle lightly on the edge of Kyo’s, pressed right up against the blonde.

“And it hurts me that you do.” Die whispered in the smaller man’s ear gently, his breath warm against the delicate, pierced lobe. “It makes me think you don’t care.” He grimaced as Kyo stood up; his hand going towards the object which was being so heavily discussed. Die watched the blonde pick the weapon up and walk towards the edge of their small camp with it, both hands occupied with its weight as he held it on the ready.

“You go to sleep, Die. I’ll take first watch.”

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The hawk watched the tension between the two mortal men with a slight glimmer to its eyes. Amusement filled the creature as it turned from watching the camp to flit off into the darkness. So, his mission was a success thus far. The one, whom he’d meant to hear him, even so slightly, had indeed heard him . . . and the raptor also knew that the one feared what could possibly happen. That meant his senses were coming into the forefront. His true senses. The redheaded one was still convinced it was just another job, albeit a bit creepier than what they normally employed themselves with. If there were such a thing. The large bird made it a little further away from the camp, to a place he knew was well out of hearing range for either mortal. The bird of prey landed easily on the ground, fluffing out its feathers for a moment and letting out a soft call. He then shifted into his true form – though that form was cloaked, as it had been when he first met them in the tavern a few provinces away. The form stood slowly from his seat upon the ground – his long cloak whispering around his legs as it settled. He walked softly, raising his eyes towards the castle in the distance. It was not a true ruin, as it should have been by that age . . . it was as though the life of the coven which thrived within it kept it stable, unable to crumble despite to the ravages of time and nature.

Soon the blonde and his companion would be in the castle. Soon, the Hawk, his Master and their coven – as well as the world - would know if the prophecies surrounding the younger of the two hunters were true. His undead gut was gripped with an excitement that he had not felt in centuries. If all went as planned, as promised . . .

The time of The Hunted could indeed be drawing to a close.

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A/N -
Well, hope that didn't suck but so much. -.-;
Yes, I really need someone to beta my work. lol. Any one want to? XD

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