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The Prophet	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey, and do not profit from this work.

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April 20^th - 1:00 pm
A small figure stood in a relaxed drape, leaning on the railing of an old wooden bridge as cherry blossom petals rained around him on a soft spring breeze. Blonde hair blew over dark gold eyes and tickled round cheeks softly, but the annoyance went unheeded. The man didn’t move until another, taller figure settled against the railing next to him, and even then his only motion was a barely-perceptible shift that bridged the thin gap between them so that their arms grazed together. The light, casual clothes they’d chosen for the lovely spring day left tattooed flesh uncovered, and the brush of bare skin was deceptively intimate in nature.
“Where’d Die go?” Kyo wondered, eyes never leaving the lake. A small flock of water birds were swimming around under the swirling cloud of cherry blossom flowers, their graceful drifting movements causing only faint ripples in the smooth mirrored surface.
“He saw a sweet snow vendor across the lawn.” Kaoru nodded off to their left.
The younger man glanced over and saw a familiar shock of red hair, amused at dark eyes that turned to check on Kaoru just about every thirty seconds. He knew that tucked under a thin sports jersey and baggy jeans, the tall man had at least two pistols concealed within easy reach. Even from across the park, the bodyguard could handle any would-be attackers with a couple well placed bullets, but the man still seemed to fret at the distance between himself and his boss.
“How cruel of you to make him go alone.”
“He’s a big boy, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
“I could push you off this bridge right now, he’d never be able to stop me in time. The ducks will come over to peck out your spooky eyes, and the fish will come to eat your fingers until you can‘t swim anymore.”
Kaoru was unfazed, by now used to the blonde‘s occasional flights of macabre fantasy. “I would very much like to see you try. You really think my eyes are spooky?”
Kyo looked up at aforementioned eyes and reconsidered. Kaoru’s gaze had terrified him when they first met, just over a year ago. He had found it to be a terrible, predatory thing, always seeing too much no matter how hard he tried to hide. Now after having spent so much time with the man – in his employ and in his bed – he’d learned to appreciate the ever-changing nature of those dark orbs. They were sharply intelligent when dealing with family business, and would go cold and black when the man was angry. In the throes of passion they burned with intensity, and when he laughed they narrowed into sparkling slits of molten dark chocolate. In the privacy of their bedroom, when nightmares came to haunt Kyo and break down his irreverent façade, they became soft and reassuring. The intensity of Kaoru’s eyes still made Kyo shiver at times, but with much more pleasant implications these days.
Kaoru was smug enough without knowing any of that.
“Yeah, you look like a damned grim reaper.”
“Do I really?” The older man frowned thoughtfully, though his gaze now sparked with mischief. “That’s fine. You like skeletons right?”
“Are you fishing for compliments?”
“Yes. As backhanded as yours tend to be.”
Kyo rolled his own eyes with a faint smile and went back to watching the trees shed their leaves. Things between him and Kaoru were… strange, still, and probably always would be, but they were easier now. The effects of the Stockholm Syndrome-esque affliction that Kaoru had fostered in their first days together had come crashing down around their ears soon after the assault and subsequent assimilation of the Terachi family. They had been in Kaoru’s office and the man had mentioned that as per his negotiations with Shinya, Kyo would be staying with Kaoru to do for him what he had done for Shinya. It was not a surprising revelation, all things considered, but the thought that he would never go home again was a painful one.
Something in the blonde had snapped and before he knew what was happening, he was on top of the man snarling with his hands clamped viciously around a thin throat. Die very nearly killed him then, and to this day his right shoulder sometimes ached where the redhead had dislocated it pulling him away. Kyo was hysterical and had to be sedated for them to put his arm back into the socket, and Shinya was called back to the tower for a couple of weeks to help get him settled down.
When the blonde finally regained some of his composure – after what he went through with Hideki, he would probably never fully recover, but he was at least functioning again – he allowed Shinya to talk him into compliance with Kaoru’s demand. After all, since the Terachi family was now part of the Niikura family, even if it was a well-guarded secret, it only made sense that he should stay in the tower. It was safer, and gave him easy access to Kaoru’s extensive archive of physical files that needed to be transferred one-by-one to digital record.
Kyo had had to work closely with Kaoru to ensure the transition into his new job was a smooth one. They worked countless late nights to get the blonde acquainted with the inner workings of the Niikura organization, and the work proved invaluable to soothing his horribly frayed nerves. He wasn’t home, but he was in his element again. In those couple short months, he discovered a small spark of… something that drew him ever closer to Kaoru, though the man had been carefully professional with him. This little flutter in his chest didn’t feel new – it almost seemed like it had been there from the day he first met Kaoru – but had been buried under everything else that had been going on at the time. It was what Shinya had seen the night he was brought into the interrogation room, and after many weeks of deliberation, Kyo decided to explore it.
Emotionally and psychologically, the blonde was a bit of a wreck, but Kaoru was surprisingly considerate to his needs. When Kyo began showing tentative interest, he took it upon himself begin a gentle sort of courtship with the younger man. The weird little spark blossomed quickly between them; if they hadn’t met the way they had, it could have been considered the healthiest, most intense relationship Kyo’d ever been in. Even Die remarked that he hadn’t seen Kaoru so happily invested in another person before.
The biggest hurdle had been restarting their sexual relationship. Kyo had suffered physical abuse throughout his life, and the aftereffects of his time in the interrogation room were relatively minimal. He just avoided the basement floors of the tower. But being raped by Hideki had scarred him and though he fought to push past it, the violation still haunted him frequently, giving him nightmares and causing him to shy away from unexpected physical contact.
When they did have sex, it was only at Kyo’s initiation, and he absolutely refused to be taken from behind. At times he would torment Kaoru, teasing him and manipulating him to the brink of madness, then pulling away to see if the man would force the issue. The practice had been a grueling test of Kaoru’s patience, and Kyo had watched the man nearly boil over with frustration with unsure eyes over and over again. But every time, Kaoru had reigned himself in and set to work soothing away Kyo’s insecurity with gentle hands, a soft voice, and seemingly infinite composure.
Kyo wasn’t sure why the man tolerated his volatile nature, or why he himself stayed with the man who’d torn his life apart. But something in Kaoru called to something in him and in spite of everything, a bond had formed between them. Walking across the lawn to join his boss on the bridge, Die couldn’t help but see that bond in the comfortable closeness of the two men, and the way they both seemed to subconsciously lean in towards one another. He couldn’t help himself; he pulled out his phone to take a picture. The wind picked up just as the camera was focusing, and a swirling blizzard of sakura petals surrounded the men.
“Daisuke! How long are you going to leave me alone with this vicious monster?” Kaoru’s voice called, playfully. “If you don’t come quickly, ducks will peck out my eyes and fish will eat my fingers!”
Snorting and tucking his phone back into his pocket, Die’s long legs covered the rest of the distance quickly with a relaxed stride. He recognized Kyo’s humor in the comment. “I didn’t know there were piranha in this pond.”
Die had developed a fondness for his best friend’s little lover, and it was only partially due to Kaoru’s improved mood around the blonde. Kyo’s fierce loyalty to Shinya felt like his own devotion to Kaoru, and that was a trait he rarely shared with other people. The younger man’s short, slight frame also tweaked at his protective nature, and he had taken it upon himself to ensure Kyo’s safety and health as much as he did Kaoru’s.
“Thousands,” was Kyo’s straight-faced response.
“Yeah? I don’t think I have that many bullets. You might just have to learn to live without your fingers, Kao.” Kaoru’s sudden grin was wicked, and Kyo blushed faintly when he saw it. Die made a face. “Oh, gross, knock it off.”
“Don’t be childish, Die. Do we need to get you a girlfriend?” Kyo asked, peevishly. He disliked being embarrassed.
“Did I tell you, when he first saw pictures of Shinya, he developed a little crush?” Kaoru whispered conspiringly.
Kyo sputtered and laughed. “What?! Seriously?! I thought you were straight!”
Die flustered, his ears turning pink. “I thought he was a woman.”
That only caused Kyo to laugh harder. Kaoru looked terribly pleased with himself; for a long time, the blonde had rarely smiled and never laughed.
“Oh man, oh man I have to tell Toshiya.” Kyo’s phone was out, and quick thumbs were typing out a long text message.
Toshiya technically worked under Die now as part of the Niikura security network, though his job protecting Shinya hadn’t changed. Once, during one of Shinya’s monthly meetings with Kaoru, Toshiya had confessed to Kyo that he was so impressed by how cool and professional Die was all the time. The Terachi Head of Security seemed to almost look up to the redhead and Kyo at times found this absolutely hilarious. Even Shinya seemed amused.
“What- NO! Stop that! What’s wrong with you?” Die snatched the phone away quickly, holding it up out of Kyo’s reach, glaring viciously at Kaoru. “I should feed you to the ducks myself! You really want to play a game of Dirty Little Secrets with me? I would destroy you.”
“Give me my phone!”
“Not until you promise not to tell anyone what you just heard.”
“I promise, now give it back.” Kyo hated, hated when Die used his superior height against him.
“Alright.”
Kaoru shook his head with a smile and looked back to the pond. He knew where this was going. Kyo’s petulant scowl turned into a wicked grin as he hit the send button.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Die lunged for the phone again, knowing it was a futile effort when the phone chimed successfully.
Kyo ducked, wedging himself forcefully between Kaoru and the bridge railing. “Kaoru! Save me!”
“YOU PROMISED!” Die tried to pry the blonde out without disturbing his boss.
“I lied!” Kyo chided, laughing.
A jaunty tune came from Die’s pocket and the redhead groaned when he recognized Toshiya’s ringtone. He gave Kyo one last scathing look before turning away to answer it. “Look, before you say anything…”
Kyo started to move out from between Kaoru and the rail, but lean, toned arms wrapped around him and he stilled, head tilting back to look up at the older man. Thin lips brushed over his in an uncharacteristic public display of affection and the blonde sighed contentedly. Times like these, in jeans and trashy band shirts, Kyo could almost pretend there was no such thing as the Terachi and Niikura mafia families. That he and Kaoru were just normal men, out for a walk in the park on a sunny spring day.
“That was mean,” Kaoru whispered against his ear.
“You started it.”
Kaoru chuckled and rested his chin on the shorter man’s shoulder comfortably so they could both watch the sakura petals drift lazily into the pond. Kyo was a fascinating creature; shockingly intelligent at times, wickedly funny at others, but always vibrant. He threw himself passionately into everything he did and Kaoru was occasionally overwhelmed by his lover’s intensity. In quieter moments, he wondered if he would one day be consumed by the phoenix flames that fueled Kyo’s convictions, but for now he was content to bask at the edge of the pyre.
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