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The Paladin	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Toshiya/Die Views: 957 -:- 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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June [ ]^th - [ ]:[ ] pm
The private room of the exclusive restaurant was beautifully appointed, with plush booth seats and a round wooden table polished to a glossy lacquered shine. The dishes were all the finest porcelain, and the half-dozen courses of food presented on those dishes had been as delicious as they were artfully arranged. The light from the elegant chandelier overhead was soft and lent just the faintest air of intimacy, while still too bright for any sort of forced romanticism. Music danced softly in the air, unobtrusively lovely, serene. Even the security guard standing in the corner of the room nearest the door was perfectly posed in a watchful stance, his black suit pressed and flawless.
Bawdy laughter and heavy beer glasses slamming onto the refined table top spoiled the sophisticated aesthetics of the room, but none of its occupants minded in the least. Today was one of celebration, after all, and none of them were all that concerned with propriety in present company. Brightly colored paper littered the room in ragged shreds, three small piles of gifts collected lovingly on the table top, mostly ignored now for the spectacle developing in the open part of the room.
Die strummed at his acoustic guitar, skilled hands rarely faltering despite his fairly severe level of intoxication. Kyo sang cheerfully along with his music, shrieking laughter interrupting his song as Toshiya picked him up and swung him around wildly in a drunken dance. Tucked into the back curve of the booth, Shinya and Kaoru exchanged long-suffering looks and chuckled softly over their beers.
“Saaa, Daisuke! We got- we’ve got- to go get the thing!” Toshiya demanded suddenly, setting Kyo down on the table with a small crash.
“Shit, Totchi! Don’t break the damn thing, you silly bitch!” The blonde laughed, squealing as Kaoru’s strong arms wound around his waist and hauled him across the table into a waiting lap.
“C’mon!” Toshiya called, grabbing Die by the hand and dragging him out of the room.
They returned in mere moments to present their masterpiece proudly as Die played a Happy Birthday tune, and everyone cheered. The cake was one large rectangle, but was composed of three thin layers stacked on top of one another. The bottom layer was devil’s food for Kaoru, the middle red velvet for Kyo, and the top yellow cake for Shinya. Die and Toshiya had spent a large portion of the day preparing it as a surprise for their three friends, with him assembling the cakes, as well as the whipped cream frosting between each layer, and Toshiya focusing his efforts on decorating the top.
Thin, steady lines of frosting formed three exaggerated cartoon figures on top of the pastry, a testament to a talent Toshiya rarely used in his line of work. The little cartoon Kaoru, looking so much like a grim reaper, beset upon by a wicked little gremlin Kyo, was skillfully rendered, as was the somewhat over-effeminate Shinya drawn nearby. Photos were taken of the pastry, and it was rapidly disassembled and distributed around the room. Even Akio, sober and silent standing watch at the door, got a slice.
Shinya cracked a wry grin at the big, girly lips drawn on his cartoon, and shook his head playfully. Kyo complained about Kaoru’s fussy, overly careful eating habits and grabbed a handful of cake, pressing it against his lover’s mouth and smearing the tri-colored confection all over his startled face. Toshiya’s strange, wheezing laugh sounded across the room as Die discovered a glob of frosting on his nose and tried to lick it off.
Kaoru was thankful for Shinya’s insistence that they celebrate birthdays, even if the two of them and Kyo all had to share a single party for their February birthdays. It was so rare that they could put aside the overwhelming pressures of work and just enjoy themselves and one another as friends. He treasured every smile, every laugh, every playful touch that passed between them, and swore to never forget this glimpse of who they might once have been.
“Poor little hawk,” that hated voice cooed, a large hand coming down to smooth black hair matted with blood away from Kaoru’s face with a sickeningly gentle touch. “You would tell me anything I wanted to know, wouldn’t you? You’d give anything I asked for to make this end. But I don’t want anything from you beyond what you’ve already given me, don’t you know? I don’t want your secrets or your family’s treasures or your power. Just your pain.”
Kaoru no longer possessed the strength to move, not even to turn his face away from that loathsome touch. What good did it do anyway? He couldn’t hide from his captor, couldn’t escape those cruel hands, no matter what he did. With no voice left to scream, no energy left to fight, no will left to endure, he felt as though there was nothing left within himself besides pain and despair. So he lay inert, prone on the cement floor where he’d been dropped after their last session, and just fought to continue breathing. His nerves were still quivering from the periodic doses of electrical shock he’d endured for the past couple hours, and he wondered distantly if his heart wasn’t going to explode.
A soft, disgustingly cheerful jingle interrupted the heavy silence, and the vile hand went away. Kaoru heard the plastic click of a cheap phone flipping open, and a faint beep.
“Well if it isn’t Daisuke Andou. What a pleasant surprise! How have you been, my old friend?” his captor greeted with false, mocking cheer.
‘Die?’ Kaoru stirred a bit, a painful flutter of hope tugging at his chest.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, he is with me. I must say, I was worried for a while that you would find us before I had my fill of him and ruin my fun yet again. It seems that fear was unfounded.”
‘Die… my Daisuke… have you found me at last? I knew you would never give up… but… I don’t know if there’s much left for you to save…’
“How funny, we were just talking about that. I already have everything I want!” That false cheer abruptly gave way to a vicious growl. “You and Nishimura took everything from me. That little bitch bent over for Niikura and suddenly it didn’t matter that he was the enemy! I was the bad guy for doing my job, the job the Niikura’s trained me to do, the only job I know how to do, and you, you traitorous son of a bitch, you threw me in a cell, castrated me, cast me aside like I was trash! Like I hadn’t been part of this family since before your fucking balls even dropped! You took everything from me, so I took everything from you.”
‘What? His job…? Is that… it can’t be…’
“A trade?” The horrible voice sounded intrigued. “What a strange proposition. What could you possibly have to offer me that would equal the one man capable of hurting both you and my bloody little sunshine all at once? Although now that I think about it, another shot at him is sorely tempting… you stopped me before I could break him, and Niikura is becoming a touch boring.”
‘Kyo? No… no, he can’t come here! Don’t let him touch my Kyo, Die, I couldn’t stand it…’
The long pause in which Die spoke through the phone was agonizing, and Kaoru fought to remain conscious enough to listen to the nearby half of the conversation.
“When you put it that way, it does sound terribly appealing. I have to admit, you know me better than I thought. I’ll need proof of your sincerity before I hand him over, of course.”
‘What have you promised him, Die? I thought you were too smart to make deals with the devil…’
“We’ll deal with that when we come to it, hm? I’ll send you an address to meet me at. Bring a knife, and nothing else. If my scanners indicate any other weaponry, I’ll just kill him and be done with it. What do you say; tonight, at seven o‘clock? I want a little more time to play with my toy before I give him away, you know.”
‘Die… is it true? Are you coming for me?’
A hearty chuckle made Kaoru flinch. “Alright, five o’clock. Not a moment sooner.”
There was a decisive click, and heavy boots creaked as his captor moved closer and closer, until he could smell the leather mere centimeters from his nose. What time was it now? How long was it until five o’clock? Was this truly happening, was he really going to go home? Or was it a cruel trick of his mind, or of his captor? To make him think freedom was at hand, to restore the hope that had drained from him only to crush it once more?
‘I don’t think I could stand it… it would be the end of me, for sure.’
“Well, little hawk, it seems our time is coming to a close tonight. We’ll have to make our last couple hours together really count.”
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