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The Voice of a Prophet	By : FilthyWarumono Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Dir en grey are real people and I do not know them. Simply expressing creativity and curiosity in a work of fiction. I am not making any profit from anything I do.

Chapter List
- 1-PROLOGUE
- 2-SETSUNA
- 3-SILVER COIN
- 4-MISSA
- 5-GARDEN
- 6-ZANGEKI NO YORU
- 7-JEALOUS
- 8-PROPHET
- 9-GAUZE
- 10-YUME
- 11-COURAGE
- 12-CAGE
- 13-CHARMING
- 14-TOMODACHI
- 15-SCARLET
- 16-MYAKU
- 17-OSAKA JO
- 18-HIMITSU
- 19-A KNOT
- 20-MACABRE
- 21-SHOWTIME
- 22-SHINJITSU
- 23-AKUMU
- 10
- 11
- 12
THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
Chapter Ten
COURAGE
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There he was.

Already I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Embarrassed by my secret thoughts, my private memories. I had seen the entirety of him – or, what I would have liked him to look like at least, looming naked above me – and I had spilled yet again to his very name. I was flushed. Would I ever be able to be near him again without thinking perversely about my hidden desire? That could be bad. I needed to get over myself quickly if I wanted this band to continue without everyone learning about my secret. Without him learning my secret. But I didn’t want to forget it. Perhaps that was sick. It was my ecstasy, it was my high, and it would be my retreat whenever I needed it.

I could hear the laughter surrounding me faintly, like I was lost on cloud nine and only the constant hum in my head kept me awake to reality as they set up around me. The clattering of amps, the shuffling of cords, the dull thud of footsteps. Were we really supposed to practice like this? I wasn’t the only one who had gotten wasted the night before, this I was sure of. After all, I wasn’t the only one who had lost that little bet. I absentmindedly dragged my mic stand closer, listening as the pronged feet traced over the tiled flooring with an annoying squeak that caused a playful smile to perk at my lips. Go ahead, complain.
“Kyo-chan, must you?” The redhead hissed, hand working to rub digits caringly into the temples of his head. He was already seated lazily, crimson guitar in his lap while he balanced precariously upon a stool with his feet wrought into the rungs. I didn’t think anyone would be standing today unless it was Kaoru, the victor of the races. Nobody wanted to work period, but this was leader-san’s little way of rubbing in his victory I supposed. Practice on a hang over.
I flashed the guitarist a devilish grin, swaying my stand back and forth and causing even more squeaking across the floor and in response, more groaning from the other musicians. I’m such a little bitch.
“Onegai, Kyo. No more.” The bassist pleaded with me as he plugged his cord into the amplifier with a click and a static hiss. I blinked my wide chocolate orbs at the younger in false innocence as he too set up a secure playing spot. “How are you so lively anyway? I thought you hated drinking.”
Not when I’m dreaming of sleeping with pink. Maybe the next time I was horny I would drink until my stomach ached, and see what other wondrous hallucinations my mind could come up with. I could only offer a shrug to his question before practically dancing with my microphone and purposefully causing a racket as it hissed and bounced over the floor with a sadistic giggle to the other’s discomfort. Maybe I was still drunk deep inside. I did have a low tolerance after all. Perhaps the effects hadn’t completely washed over me yet. The drummer shot me a cold glare from behind his set up that I casually ignored, hands ready to drag my prop for another go before I felt a friendly grip dropping onto my slender shoulders and the voice that boomed from behind nearly gave me a heart attack.
“Kyo!” He chuckled. Oh… Kaoru. I swooned like a schoolgirl without even realizing it. “I think you’re still wasted. I can’t wait to hear what lyrics you’ll manage to serenade us with.” And again, that beautiful laughter resonated from his fragile chest as he moved to take his place up with his own instrument. I stared at him as he turned his back to me, completely zoning out within my own mental process. God, I loved him. I wanted him all to myself, as many times as I told myself not to. As many times as I forced myself to get over him, my affections returned thrice as bad. I watched as Toshiya turned to flash him a smile, the two of them exchanging a few friendly words…
I found myself sauntering straight up between them, helping myself to an empty chair while they looked on. Maybe I had some new sense of bravery with this hangover I was experiencing as I settled obnoxiously in the middle, only grinning like a damned fool. Maybe… maybe I could start anew. Perhaps if I simply got over my fears and actually gathered up enough balls to talk to my leader, just maybe I would be a little less miserable. Maybe I would stop fretting about every single little thing I ever did around him. You know… maybe I could even form a good friendship between the two of us, and be able to smile and laugh, and be able to talk to him whenever I wanted. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? I might actually be normal. Me, the deranged, psycho vocalist of Dir en grey who wrote about abortion and rape and broken love and never had a single happy ending.

Maybe this could be my first.

I cleared my throat, swaying my feet almost childlike before me while I held my mic innocently in my lap, beaming like I didn’t know that I had just interrupted the two in whatever they were talking about before hand. Toshiya only chuckled at me as he resumed running his bass through a quick tune check, and Kaoru peered at me carefully, his own smirk plastered upon his well-sculpted features. What? I returned the curious look, allowing for one of my ‘famous’ slow blinks to break the dark stare, and he instead snickered, shaking his head as he strummed out a testers chord.
“You’re cute today.”

Cute. The word echoed in my mind, which I think had stopped functioning at the moment. I don’t even think my lungs were working while my body tried to scream to my attention but all I could do was sit there and stare, dumbfounded. I hated being called that. I always have, and yet it still tended to come so frequently from everyone all over, even from people I didn’t know. I blamed my petite size and my large features. I was anything but! A vicious, foul-mouthed, perverted little fuck whom always angsted and was less-than-friendly to anything that lived. Yet now I was torn, half of my body ready to snarl and push the leader off of his seat with a curse while the other half was fluttering far above me in some other world with dense affection.
“… Cute?!” I finally managed, finely plucked brows arching skywards, double-checking like my ears had failed me. Making sure that my obsession really had just called me that – and deciding if I should be flattered or insulted.
“Oh shit, Kaoru’s in trouble!” I heard the redhead announce with a grin, recoiling back in his seat like I was a volcano ready to burst. Everyone knew I hated that term! I made it a point to threaten anyone that dared even think about it. I could feel shifting at my other side and not soon afterwards the bassist was giggling that strange, characteristic laughter of his, Kaoru putting down his guitar almost protectively as he lifted his hands up before himself in a display of surrender, though his following words didn’t make it seem like he was begging forgiveness whatsoever.
“Hai, kawaiimono!” Oh… now he was doing it on purpose just to irritate me further. Ass. I growled at him, my mind quickly deciding for me the outcome of my mood and lunging the small distance between him, I tackled the elder to the floor. Thank kami-sama he had put his guitar down already. I heard the pronounced thud of my microphone hitting the ground as it fell from my hands echoing through the speakers, myself quickly moving to victoriously straddle the other and pondering quickly what to do to get back at him. I couldn’t dare hit him, not really. And I didn’t know if he was ticklish, I wasn’t about to make an idiot of myself in trying and possibly failing. But I had to think fast before he countered my attack and won the upper hand! So instead, I just leaned in closer, my soft fading hair draping over my head as I narrowed my dark eyes at him.
“Kawaii?!” I growled playfully, lifting my hands to my own face. I’d show him cute. Hooking the slender digits into the corners of my mouth I pulled out, stretching out my features obscurely as I stuck out that little pink tongue of mine and wriggled it back and forth. I crossed my eyes too, making them wide and bringing the dark orbs close in to focus on the bridge of my nose. I heard laughter erupting from underneath me and I could barely keep my face as I taunted him, feeling his body shuddering between my legs. “Am I cute now?!” I questioned him, practically drooling as I spoke around my fingers.
“Ew, Kyo! Don’t spit on me!” Kaoru complained, lifting his hands up in front of his face like that could protect him now, squirming and wriggling beneath me like he was trying to escape. I couldn’t help but laugh myself, forced to let go of my cheeks to catch my balance as he moved. It was then that I felt his talented hands wrapping around my petite middle, and before I knew it I was tossed to the floor, a heavy grunt escaping me. My eyes lifted upwards to catch where Kaoru was going, but rather than standing and resuming practice, he was crawling over my body, pinning me to the floor now. “You sick gremlin.” He commented, and before I could push him off of me, his long fingers were already digging into my very sensitive sides.
“Iie! Kaoru!” I squealed, feeling my body contort without approval underneath his touch and squirming as he tickled me. Damn him for remembering I was ticklish! “Yamatte!” A stream of uncontrollable giggles spilled from my mouth then as I kicked and flailed, my own hands trying to pry the elder’s away from my sides. He couldn’t take me seriously though, not with my constant laughter. ”Yamatte!!”
Kaoru chuckled at me himself, nodding his head. “Yes, you’re still cute!” Oh… I would kill him. Even if he was still wearing that beautiful, straight smile that creased his cheeks perfectly, squinting those lovely auburn eyes of his, and even if the silky strands of purple were still delectably framing his chiseled features. I would get my revenge.
“Does this mean practice isn’t happening?” I heard the bassist laugh behind me somewhere, moving to unplug his bass and put it away.
“Oh, thank kami-sama!” The redhead cheered, scrambling to do the same with his guitar. The faster they got all of their instruments put away, the faster they could escape and practice would have no choice but to be called off. “Kyo-chan! Keep giggling! It’s a good diversion!”
I snarled in between titters of laughter, trying to seem somewhat less adorable even as my crooked grin engulfed my features and I couldn’t stop laughing. “Daaai-“ I sniggered, breaking apart my sentences. “I’ll kill… you! All of you!” And again I squeaked, rolling about on the floor as my body screamed for oxygen. “Onegai! Yamatte! I can’t… can’t breathe!” I pleaded with the leader now, gasping audibly for air in between my little fits of hilarity. “Kaoooruuu~!”
The guitarist paused above me, shooting everyone else a playful warning glare. “Don’t you dare leave this room!” But he was too late, even as the door bounced closed behind the retreating musicians. Even the drummer had narrowly escaped, his drumsticks perfectly situated and put away for the next time. I hadn’t even noticed him getting up. Wait… that meant… that I was left alone, with him. With Kaoru, the only man I’d ever fall in love with. The only person I’d ever feel this way for, male or female. Cue fainting. Only thankfully instead I wheezed, collapsing back against the ground as the man finally let up his assault. My chest was heaving and I was still grinning, dark orbs watching the pink haired man obsessively, even as he returned his gaze to mine and stared.
“This is all your fault, you know.”
I flashed him the most angelic grin that I could muster, filled to the brim with false innocence. Hell, I should do that more often, if I got to be alone with Kaoru in the end. He only smirked at me, and I could practically see the wheels in his head turning while our eyes connected. What to do now? My mind came up with a hundred things that I would have liked to happen between us, but none that I would dare bring up – though I was pretty proud of myself for taking the initiative today, look where it got me!
“Actually, Kaoru-kun, it’s your fault for calling me that.”
The leader seemed to pause a moment, like he was thinking back on if it really was his fault to begin with. When he seemed satisfied, he smirked back down towards me. “Well forgive me for complimenting you. Next time I’ll be sure to call you something more degrading, like shithead.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and I reached out to punch him half-heartedly in the arm. He was still straddled above me, but after a moment of us catching our breath he moved to climb off of me finally, reaching down to offer a helping hand. I gleefully accepted it and he hoisted me to my feet effortlessly, and I turned then to put my mic stand away – without the annoying squeaking sounds this time.
“Well… I guess technically since you’re the only member who didn’t ditch out on practice, I suppose I should reward you. Want to go out for lunch? I’ll buy.”
Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. My sharp eyes widened slightly as I turned to face him with a look of surprise etched out on my features, his back turned to me while he put his own treasured guitar away. Like… a date? That was all I could think of. He was offering to take me out for food, and he would even pick up the bill. Though I’m sure in his mind it was anything but, but despite all that it was all I could really register in my foggy mind. Me, eating out at a restaurant with Kaoru.
“Are you hungry?” He asked me again, and when I finally snapped out of my thoughts he was standing before me, blinking curiously. I could only nod. “Sugoi! Come on.” And with that, he began leading the way out of the studio.
I followed, practically in awe before I started to worry. Did I look okay? After waking up this morning I really didn’t care about my appearance, I didn’t think I’d be doing anything too terribly special. I didn’t even shower, but thankfully you couldn’t really tell. If I was going to be seen with him I wanted to make an impression! I wanted to make the people around us think that we were a good match for each other; that we looked good as a couple.

Listen to me… I’m so pathetic. But here I was anyway, fretting if my simple t-shirt and black pants looked appropriate enough for a quick bite of lunch out on the town with my band leader, even as he was in the same simple attire himself.

I wondered if I should be brave enough to make another move.

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Sorry I've been slacking lately~ I have alot of commissions for the summer conventions that I need to get done. xD But enjoy, and as usual, leave me lots of love! <3
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