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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 Fourteen
SCARLET
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The phone stared at me from its’ quiet place on the receiver in silent mocking. It knew I never used it. It never rang; save for the reminding wake up call I occasionally received when I slept in too late for practice or any other semi-emergencies. It almost never heard my voice, muttered into the bottom half of its’ handle as just a few quick words. I didn’t care. I hated talking on the phone. I always felt so awkward. There’s always a long pause where neither party knows what to say, and then constant blubbering while one tries to make simple conversation. I’d rather talk in person, if anything at all. It wasn’t like I had friends to keep up with, stories to tell, or jokes to crack. I only had business, and whenever I did use my phone, I was direct and to the point.
Reaching my hand out, I picked up the receiver, toying with it idly in my grasp while my dark chocolate orbs stared down at it like it was something strange and foreign to me. This time I had a point. I needed to say something. I felt like a dick. I didn’t want the rest of my band members hating me like I had Kisaki. Then how far would we get in our careers? I had made a promise to myself, that I would be the very best and see Kaoru’s dream off the ground and far above into the clouds, higher than what even he had expected. So far I was doing good. So far we were a major hit only getting bigger. If everyone else hated me they wouldn’t be able to work with me. We wouldn’t get anything done. There would be complaining, uncomfortable practices… and eventually everything would just crumble, and I’d disappoint him. Again. I didn’t want that. Not after I saw how upset I had made him last time. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if it was my fault again. Besides, I had told myself that no matter what, I would be fine. I was letting petty things get to me and I needed to stop it, now.

I dialed the redhead’s number.

Dropping into the comfortable cushions of my couch I tucked the phone in the space between my petite shoulder and chin, reaching out for the remote to my television and flipping through it as I waited for an answer on the other end. I had just woken up a little bit ago and showered, but my morning was a lot later than a normal person’s morning time. While my blonde-again hair was still damp and I was wrapped up snugly in a warm robe to dry off, I was pretty sure that everyone else had already been up and about for several hours now. I didn’t feel bad for calling first thing on my agenda.
“Moshi moshi?”
“Ohayou, Die-san.” I debated saying more, but habit left me at that. Anti-social, as always.
“Kyo-chan? Wow, what’s up? We don’t have practice today, why are you even awake?” I could hear his faint chuckle from the opposite end then and I only smirked, shaking my head. None of my habits went unnoticed, apparently.
“Nothing. Are you busy today?” There, I had thrown it out there, and considerably less awkwardly than I would have figured. It was terribly obvious whom I crushed over, and this realization made me sick.
“Kami-sama, Kyo-chan is asking little old me to hang out with him? I’m touched!” And again he laughed. I should have punched him. I wasn’t that heartless, was I? Look at me, I moved to call him and ask him to do something. Me. That was a big step on my behalf. Besides, I loved my lead guitarist. That meant I had a heart, right? Ugh. Look at me. I’m not even around the rest of my band, yet all I can think of is the purple hair. Even as I called up Die! I had a problem. An addiction. And I needed an antidote. “Hai…” I only muttered. I swear. If he kept this up, I’d hang up on him, and forget about trying to be a nice guy.
“Well, I’m not going to turn that down. A date with Warumono!” And still, he was laughing. How was it he was so damned cheerful in the mornings? … Afternoons? “Where would you like to meet?”
I sighed quietly through my nostrils. I don’t think I was ready for what I was setting myself up for. “Wherever.” Nothing but short, direct answers from me. I hated the phone. I still had to finish getting ready anyway; it wasn’t like I was in any hurry to hang out with him.
“How about the train station in Harajuku? That way there’s at least a lot of stuff to do surrounding us.”
“Sure.” I placidly shrugged, even though it wasn’t visible from his end. “But I’m not even dressed yet. Give me a bit.” I shifted then, pushing myself off of the couch and padding my bare feet down the carpeted hallway, disappearing into my room while I had the phone still tucked in between my shoulder and ear, hands moving to strip the fuzzy robe from around my tiny body.
“Of course you’re not.” He chuckled again, and I only rolled my eyes as my hands diligently went to finger through my wardrobe. Thankfully with everyone else I didn’t worry obsessively about my appearance. If I was pretty enough for them. I didn’t need to impress anyone else - that would bring me unnecessary attention. “Well I’ll take my time heading down there then. Even if I’m early at least I can buy me some new shades.”
“Okay.” I replied flatly, plucking the phone from my shoulder and righting my head. “I won’t be long. Jaa~” Click. That had to have been the longest I’d ever been on the phone with anyone before. Save for maybe when I first called the rhythm guitarist and tried to force myself to swoon unsuccessfully for him. I didn’t want to think about it. I was trying to right my ways. Setting the phone down on the foot of my bed I dressed, wearing nothing more than a simple snug fitting t-shirt and a pair of comfortable, fading jeans. I wasn’t going on a date with the man.

After having brushed my hair and made myself presentable for the public I had made my way to the train station, boarding without a word and shuttling down to Harajuku Station. It was an alright ride from my apartment complex. When the doors slid open and I heard that electronic voice stating the destination I filed out, lost amidst the flood of dark haired people in their formal attire going to and from work. It was good to be a rock star. I didn’t have to conform to what was the normal. Shoving my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans and slouching something horrible, trying to make myself as less noticeable as I could despite having a full head of bright yellow locks, I meandered through the train station, keeping my eyes peeled for the extremely tall, crimson haired guitarist. He would be hard to miss. Not surprisingly though with my eyes cast downward and minding my own business, he managed to spot me first.
“Kyo-chan!” He came up behind me, slapping my shoulder in playful greeting. “I hope you’re hungry. It’s about lunchtime, you know. Not breakfast time.” He dared to poke my cheek with those long, bony digits teasingly. “I spotted this neat looking restaurant while I was around and placed reservations for us, so come on!” And with that, he was already leading the way, hauling me off by the crook of my elbow. I didn’t even get a word in!
“Naa~” I muttered, chocolate orbs wide while I tried to politely sidestep the stream of people on the streets. What if I wasn’t hungry? Though my stomach would very quickly agree with the idea, as I hadn’t made myself a snack before leaving the house. Well, at least hanging out with Die wouldn’t be boring. I was pretty sure he would chat my ear off. Like he was so desperate for my own company. Who would have known? Someone who actually wanted to spend time with me.

As we came upon the small building stowed away on a hidden side street I glanced over it briefly, before being led down the slender staircase and towards its entrance. It looked cozy enough. Good, I didn’t want to spend a fortune on a mid day meal. Besides, less formal meant less awkward for hanging out with the redhead. Settling into a booth across the table from the rhythm guitarist, I took little time in gathering up the menu and looking it over and he did the same. Only, he wanted to talk.
“Are you ready to start recording again?”
With a slight chuckle I shook my head. Gauze was a very busy time in our lives, and I’d be damned if I ever had to work that hard again. Now we had the fame, we had the skill, and we had the fan base. Now we could work a little less, right? “Iie… I’d rather sleep all day.”
The redhead snorted at me. “Well this time we’re completely on our own, so it’ll be interesting to see what kind of new stuff we can come up with.” Turning over his shoulder he placed his order to the waitress that came by, and I moved to quickly do the same – a simple bowl of ramen noodles and an iced tea. “And costumes! I’m never wearing a dress again. Pants for me from now on.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Part of me felt the same way, though I wouldn’t be against wearing a long flowing costume if it caused Kaoru to notice me. “Me too.” I piped up softly, sipping at my glass as it was delivered. “We can leave the dresses to Shinya-san and Toshiya-san.”
“Yeah, at least their legs look better in those skimpy outfits. I’ve got knockers for knees and chicken legs.”
And again, I found myself giggling. “At least you don’t have your baby fat still!” I shifted, motioning towards my too-plush cheeks and lifting a leg to slap my ass. “I’m never going to hear the end of how ‘adorable’ I am.” Grinning now, I moved to stir the cubes around in my tea idly with a chopstick.
“You’re right. Kawaii Kyo-cha-ouch!” He frowned at me, lowering his hands to rub at the now sore spot I just kicked at underneath the table. I wasn’t cute. “Alright, fine. You’re the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.” I flashed him a devious grin. “Especially first thing in the morning. You’re like a zombie!”
And again, I kicked him. He’d leave my company today decorated in black and blue bruises, I just knew it.

After we had finished our meal, Die surprisingly had fought to pay the entire bill. I argued back, but eventually gave up. Fine, free was great by me. As we were heading out the bassist had called Die to see what he was doing for the rest of the day, and we ended up hanging out as a trio, blowing all sorts of money on extravagant shopping and just all in all having a good time. Good, that was one less thing to worry about. My band members didn’t hate me.

Now to get one to love me.

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