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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
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THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
Chapter Eleven
CAGE
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One would think that the joyous laughter surrounding us and the simple chatter flooding my ears would make me feel much more at ease of being out with the guitarist of my obsessions, but I still couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered in my stomach, bursting from their cocoons in excitement and flapping continuously away at my inner lining. He was buying me lunch. Me alone. Rewarding me. My heart was racing, and we hadn’t even been giving our food yet.
We were seated in a back booth across from one another away from any peeking eyes that might recognize our brightly colored hair, though Kaoru was much smarter than I and had pulled on a simple dark beanie over his neon colored locks. Mine were a nasty fading crimson, so I may have looked more like some sort of a fan instead of a famous rock star to most people, thankfully. We were good – especially since we were dressed so simply. The waitress had already came by and served us our drinks, his choice a bubbling dark cola of course and my own a simple iced tea, unsweetened. It was funny, one could tell our types of personalities from what we ordered. He a greasy, American styled hamburger and me, a simple bowl of mixed tempura. You know, come to think of it, people probably thought that I was a woman out with her partner. I was so much smaller and curvier, and the way I beamed at everything the man said to me wouldn’t aid any assumptions. I told you we were a perfect pairing.
“I need to put some purple in my hair. This pink is a little too fruity for me.”
I snickered softly while the leader fingered through what strands of his hair were showing, watching him with an excited gleam in my chocolate eyes from across the way. He had his hair pink for several reasons; his own idols rather enjoyed that bright color. Much like mine was usually blonde for my inspiration. Speaking of which… “At least yours doesn’t look like a badly messed up dye job.” I gestured to the mess of practically orange on top my head with a scowl. This was the most I had talked to my leader not about music probably ever in my life. It was a strange thing to get used to, but yet so heartwarming. I felt human for once.
“You should strip the red out.” He stated, looking up right as our plates of lunch were brought out to us. I shifted to accompany my platter, pulling my chopsticks and napkin out of the way as she set it down delectably before me. “You look good as a blonde anyway.”
I beamed, nodding my head. I was originally thinking about just dumping a vat of black over everything, but now I would most definitely bleach it blonde for him. I picked up my wooden utensils effortlessly between my slender digits and began poking around at the deep fried vegetables on my plate, before moving to help myself to a side of soy sauce. He was full of compliments today - and just for me too. I grinned. It was about time he noticed me after all the effort and hard work I put out for him.
“Kyo, why aren’t you normally this talkative?”
I perked up with sudden surprise, letting my dark chocolate irises settle upon the other’s hawk-like features as he lifted that thick burger to his mouth unscathed, like asking someone this was the most casual thing in the world. I felt my chest tighten slightly, and a lump of worry gathering in my throat. Just what was I supposed to say to that? I couldn’t tell him that I worried obsessively over what he thought about me, so I took a million and one precautions with everything that I did in my life. I couldn’t tell him that I had yet another dream about being intimate with him, and that the leftover alcohol in my system gave me unrestricted bravery all of a sudden to go after what I had always longed for in secret. I only blinked at him, eyes wide and lips parted in confusion.
He laughed at my sudden silence. “If that’s the case, I’ll bring you a bottle of booze every time we practice. I think that’s the most fun you’ve ever had.” If only he knew how right he was. “I need to keep my band’s morale high, and you’ve always been the most difficult to crack.” And again, he munched at his food, stuffing those thin cheeks full with fried potatoes as I just stared at him absurdly. I needed to think of something to say, quick, less he begin to think he said something wrong.
“If you promise me free food occasionally, I’ll always smile for you.”
What? Did I really just say that?! Immediately I could feel my cheeks flushing embarrassedly as I flashed him an unsure, genuine smile against my better will. I had basically just told him that if he took me out on constant dates, I’d be giddy for an eternity. I suddenly had the strongest urge to smack my forehead into our table out of sheer stupidity. Really? I seemed to withdraw into myself then, lifting my slender shoulders up rather femininely as I lowered my head bashfully. Kaoru only chuckled at me.
“Hontou ni?” He questioned me simply with a smile, like I hadn’t just accidentally blurted out my undisclosed affection just then. “I can do that, you moocher.” He laughed lightly again, moving to take a drink from his bubbling soda. I had a brief moment of worry then. Would he think that I wasn’t making enough money to sustain myself? That would seem pathetic. However he didn’t question it further, simply continued on eating his meal like nothing was out of the ordinary and like I wasn’t acting like a complete fool.

I supposed I was slowly making my way closer to him though, finally.

The next time we got together to record another music video, I had indeed bleached my hair a bright blonde color. Of course, I had also shown up late. Apparently my alarm clock decided that it would be funny to ruin my chances further with Kaoru by making me tardy to something so important. By the time I had arrived I could already see the platform stage we would be performing on set up, the camera’s being placed around it, and people bustling about. I kept my head bowed low and apologized to anyone who so much as looked my way as I scurried to the dressing rooms, embarrassed.
“Ohayou, sleepy-chan!” I heard the red-head’s greeting as soon as I stepped into the door, and I could just see that broad toothed smile he would be flashing me without even meeting his gaze. I managed a timid wave to everyone as I moved right for an open spot in front of the dresser, falling briskly into a seat and reaching for my makeup. Thankfully I was a pro at this and I could hopefully catch up to everyone else fairly quick. I didn’t even bother changing out of my simple, tight fitting T and my cargo pants just yet, knowing that it would take me less time to strip down and dress into my costume. After I had coated my face with a light powdered base I heard footsteps coming up behind me, and lifting my dark brown gaze into the reflection, I noticed that it was him, nearing me in all his makeup and his hair practically done. Coming to scold me for being late? I winced slightly, recoiling back into my chair with a small apologetic pout.
“Here.”
In his offered palm was a small box, and he wore a tiny smirk upon his sharp features. A gift, for me? My finely plucked brows arched in surprise, and I almost fearfully reached out for it. Whatever for? Rewarding me for sleeping in? I felt my heart pick up it’s pace as my fingers lifted the top off. Did he give everyone something, or was this something special, just for me? When its contents were finally revealed to me, I felt like I was about to skip a beat… a watch?
Kaoru chuckled behind me. “I picked it up on my way in today, after you said you slept in. Maybe it can help.”
As I lifted it out, I couldn’t help but laugh myself. It was a tiny plastic Gundam cover with the time digitally displayed in its eyes. Grinning widely, I turned in my chair to smile at my leader. “Arigatou~” I giggled quietly.
“Though, if the blaring sound of your alarm clock can’t stir your dead body, I don’t know how this tiny beep will do it. Maybe it’ll be motivational because it’s an awesome Mecha.” He grinned almost cheesily, before giving a small pat on my un-styled locks and returning to dressing himself across the way. I watched his retreating form briefly, before looking back down to the watch in my hands. I was so happy right now. My leader had gifted me with a present just because he felt like a laugh. I could have squealed in joy. I set it down beside me as I lifted the dark kohl to my lips, tracing the plush smile with thick black. I should get him something. He took me out to lunch the other day, and now was flattering me with gifts. I needed to get him something, to repay the favor and show my own affection. But what?
I heard the stagehands calling out for us and I quickly finished my makeup, sealing it with a spray before hurriedly dressing up into my pleather costume. I snagged an extra pair of hands as they adjusted everything to make sure it fit appropriately, tugging on my black gloves and making sure they hugged my fingers snug. As people picked at my hair and outfit I followed everyone out to the recording area, still thinking hard over something simple to present to my leader, yet enough to let him know I care… great. Now I was sidetracked. While the other’s clambered up onto the set with their instruments I too hoisted myself up with my hands, taking my place at the front and center. I couldn’t help but shoot the guitarist at my right a quick glance, looking him over. Again, he was in a short skirt that revealed his wonderful shape, his long, slender legs. As I lifted my dark eyes to take in the details of his hair too, I found him looking back at me – and my world froze.
Even for just that moment in time our gazes locked, he so beautiful with the flawless makeup and that knowing smirk bestowed upon his thin lips. I could feel my heart accelerating even as I stared, my own smile crawling slowly across my face in return. He never pulled his eyes away, even as his hands went knowingly to their places against the neck of his guitar without so much as a glance to check.

I just wanted to tell him right then how much I loved him.

The director calling for our attention eventually reached my ears as I was yanked back to reality, blinking my wide orbs and facing forward at his word. They were spouting off ideas and directions that were pretty much going right over my full head of blonde, the camera’s getting settled on our black and white group. I wasn’t able to focus today. All I wanted to do was to turn around and smile to my leader, letting him fill me with raw emotion over and over again. I wanted to get dressed back down, and I wanted to wear my gift. I wanted to go out with him. I wanted to wrap my arms around his taller form and spill all of my guts out – and I wasn’t even drunk this time. Once I heard the music playing to guide us I found my body naturally taking up some extravagant pose, waiting for the music box chimes to lead in to our song. Thank god my hands had more sense than me at the moment, because the only thing running through my head was ideas on what to offer to my affection. Certainly he wouldn’t appreciate a badly recorded Promotional Video. Suddenly determined, I focused. I would get this right the first time. Even if someone else messed up, I would do my best. The best. He would be so proud of me, and then maybe I could steal him away for the evening again, if there was any time left in the day.
“Impatient, the masochist’s blood runs through my veins. I wait for you, the sadist. If I can do it with a poisonous kiss…”

We finished filming in what must have been record time – for me, at least. Scrubbing off our makeup and changing into casual wear, Die was trying to get me to go drinking with the lot of them again. Me, I only wanted to steal Kaoru away to my own private dinner, away from everyone else. Unfortunately, the leader stated that he had some work to do at home – alone - and that was that. How badly I wanted to accompany him, rather than simply going home in all of my loneliness for the night.

Now I was trapped in his cage, and I don’t think I could ever break free.

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