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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 Ewelve
CHARMING
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I could smell the rich aroma of deep fried chicken reaching my nostrils the moment my admired leader walked through the door to the practice room. And immediately afterwards the others were already hungrily pouncing upon him, digging through the plastic bags with their greedy fingers.

“Wow, what’s this for Kaoru-san?”
“It smells delicious!”
“… is this seriously KFC?”
The explosion of laughter soon following brought a slight smile to my lips, even as I sat there rather placidly on the couch like I expected them to bring the food to me on a silver platter. I caught the lead guitarist’s smug little smirk being directed towards me as well, offering a small tip of my head in slight inquiry.
“I heard that I should feed you punks occasionally, and I’m seeing if bribery works well for motivation.”
Oh, so that was what was going on. I couldn’t help but shake my head slightly. I had wanted to go out for a few select meals alone with my leader, but apparently he had misunderstood my words. I didn’t blame him though – I was surprised that I hadn’t been still slurring them. Not that I wasn’t grateful for his little gesture. At least he was trying, right? I even giggled softly as he moved to set the bag down with a drop to the table before me, bits and pieces already picked out by the rest of the band. Uncrossing my slender, jean-clad legs I reached for the take out, flashing a genuine smile to the male and mouthing a quiet little ‘thank you’ as I began making my own plate.
“Oh hell yes!” The redhead cheered, his mouth already stuffed full with the delectable meat. “I’ll play so good for you. Hell, I’ll swoon you with a solo. No! Better yet, I’ll write you a whole damn song!”
I laughed. I think we all did. Well, in any case, at least my little spur-of-the-moment statement did indeed make everyone in a better mood. Not only that, but it proved that he listened to me, and that he cared.
“Who told you that?” The bassist asked with a quirk of his brow. I found myself shooting a sudden scowl his way as I picked through the container of warm macaroni, not wanting him to find out about my own private time with Kaoru. If he knew… I felt like he would take it away from me. Just like the last bassist had.
“The morale fairy.” Toshiya threw up that pout that he had perfected so masterfully in an attempt to get a real answer from my leader, but I was glad that Kaoru hadn’t spilled the truth. Then again… was he calling me a fairy? I made my own face at the eldest, lips presently begging to give way to a grin as he chuckled knowingly. Thankfully he chose not to answer further, and helped himself to a plate full of food. I shifted slightly, scooting over and making offered room on the couch for that someone special. If he would only sit by me.
And he did. I smiled up at him as he fell into place at my side, sinking into the comfortable cushions. He was too busy shoveling food into his mouth to really notice, but I didn’t care. I was winning. I glanced towards the bassist briefly across the way, a tiny gleam of malicious victory in my dark eyes. He too didn’t seem to take any note. He might have been unaware of this little battle we were fighting, or he might have been just playing the part of an innocent, but either way, I was on top now. Did that make me the villain? Plotting against my very band member, my own friend like this. But honestly, I was tired of sitting alone in the back seat and just watching. Could one really blame me?

Once we had all packed our instruments away and left the studio for the day, I had decided on taking the long way back towards my apartment complex. I had boarded the JR and simply rode it with no set destination, no idea where I was headed - I just wanted to walk. To explore, to get some fresh air, maybe even to shop. More often than not I was stuck in my lonely house with nothing to do and no one to see, unless one of the other band members decided on calling me up out of the blue to hang out – and that most certainly wasn’t the case right now. I wasn’t a very friendly sort of person. I had practically no social life whatsoever. As the train stopped at Harajuku I found myself stepping out, taking a glance around at all of the shops surrounding as I exited the station. This district was one of my own personal favorites - I was such a slave to fashion and style. Shoving my hands innocently into the pockets of my comfortable, somewhat baggy cargo pants my boot clad feet directed me down the first strip with a mind all their own. Yes, I wore boots nearly on an every day basis. I was so short that a little lift made me feel somewhat better about myself. I kept my head bowed low and my shoulders hunched inwards, practically melding and making myself seem as tiny as possible. My bleach blonde locks surely stuck out in this sea of blackness like a sore thumb, and I had been the one stupid enough to wander without any company nor feature-hiding sunglasses. I was obviously from a visual band, or at least a very dedicated fan trying to be just like an idol or something.
“Sumimassen.”
Mutters, apologies, conversations, laughter, chitchat, phone calls, requests, offers, purchases, compliments, inquiries, answers. I could hear everything and anything in these busy streets all melded together in one quiet roar. Girls still in their school uniforms - short pleated skirts and consistent dark hair, men in their business suits – perfectly pressed and matching dark ties. Tokyo was always busy. It was just our way of life. I kept to myself; plush lips pursed together and chocolate orbs scanning for anything of interest. Occasionally I’d slip off to one side, stepping into a little nook in the wall and browsing the shops.

I was just about finished as I meandered back towards the train station, a few plastic bangs hanging idly from my wrists. I had gotten a new pair of shoes and a couple of t-shirts with pointless designs. Nothing special. However when a sparkle of silver caught my eye I paused, shifting politely to one side of the road and out of the flow of traffic. Jewelry! I was a big fan, and it couldn’t hurt to look. Besides, I still had money to waste. Bowing my head to the storekeeper’s greeting I allowed for my vision to dance over the selection before me with slight interest. Rings, bracelets, charms, piercings… and then I saw it. A simple necklace made out of small chain links, and a few strange little things hanging from it. So pointless, yet it screamed a fashionable sort of easiness. Something that wasn’t so bulky to not be worn casually, but so strange that it would have to have thought put into it to understand.

I would get it for him.

I had been looking for something to get him in return for my watch anyway. I plucked up the necklace from its hanging spot between two delicate fingers, carrying it over to the owner and fishing out my wallet once more. It wasn’t something so intimate that he would be embarrassed to wear it, and it wasn’t something too entirely feminine for his tastes. It was just right. Besides, if I ever wanted to get him something again, I could just purchase a few more charms, and he could add them on. I liked the idea. I nodded with a smile as it was handed back to me in a small plastic bag, and I soon tucked everything back away as I headed out. Back towards the train station to take me to my apartment.

Today was a good enough day.

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