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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
- 15
- 16
- 17
THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
Chapter Fifteen
MYAKU
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Gods, he was so attractive.

I had gotten up early this morning to be shuttled to the studio, ready to put together a new promotional video for the single we were going to release called Myaku. As usual the stagehands were bustling about getting camera’s in place, setting up the bright, greenish florescent lights, setting up the backdrops, and catering to our needs while the rest of us were left to dress ourselves in new costumes, cake on the makeup and style our hair. How in the world Kaoru got his pink strands to quite literally spike out in multiple, thin blades was beyond me – and I was good at doing hair. In any case, he looked damn appealing to the eye. He was less feminine, and I couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing that I was still attracted to him. Maybe before I could have blamed it on his longer hair, dark makeup and flowing outfits. Now through that leather, snakeskin dress of sorts I could see his slender body underneath, missing all of the sultry curves of a woman’s body. He was very much so male, and I was very much so staring.
Myself however, I apparently lied when I said I would never wear another dress again. I don’t even know how to describe what exactly I was clad in. It was a long outfit styled like some sort of a priest’s robe what with the caplet and all, only with a touch of gothic, visual flare. Oh, and a rainbow of colors. Like I wasn’t gay enough. Pink, yellow, blue and green tubing laced over my whole attire, twisting and contorting, wrapping and swirling. It matched well with the translucent pink corset clung around my tiny waist. My makeup had been done some time ago, meaningless scribbles done in black liquid liner beneath my kohl lined eyes and ebony painted tiers. The bleached blonde strands on top of my head were also styled, sticking up and out every which way from above a black headband. I was wasting time while the others finished getting ready. I had been on top of my A-Game lately, not sleeping in and not working late. Yay for me.
While the bassist was busy getting his thick black and blue dreads into place I was sitting on a couch in the back, balling up a renegade pair of headphones in my hands with devious intent. Someone had brought their cat in but I had no idea whom it belonged to or why it was here. Maybe they were pet sitting? Nobody told me anything – or if they did, I just didn’t pay attention. In any case I loved animals. They weren’t as horrible as humans. Clicking my tongue against the crooked teeth in my mouth I called to the calico colored creature, before playfully tossing the ear buds to the cat and teasing it with a few tugs. I watched its tail twitching back and forth while it watched its prey, eyes wide and debating making a move. I grinned. Flipping it again I pulled on the cord, just waiting for the cat to pounce.
“Kyo-neko!”
My dark eyes lifted briefly and when I was met with the blinking red light of a recording video camera, I made a slight face. “Iie!” I glared at the crimson haired guitarist, moving to ignore him while I again tossed the cording towards the playful pet.
“Don’t worry, you’re barely even in the shot. I’m getting the cat.” He reassured me, zooming into the back of the animal’s head. “Kitty likes Kyo-chan? Kitty wants headphones? Kitty wants to rip Kyo-chan a new one?” Chuckling, he pulled away and turned off the cam, readjusting the goggles on top of his head. “Kyo-chan doesn’t share well.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I snapped back playfully at him, quirking my penciled in brows while I pushed myself to a stand, brushing down the folds of my outfit. I suppose I should be getting some work done.
“Oh, I’m wrong?” Die goofed, leaning in towards me with that flawless grin of his. “Seems I was mistaken. So you will share half your paycheck with me?” He waggled his eyebrows at me convincingly, and I only smacked him – which actually smarted, the male was in more armor than costume.
“Hai! You can actually have the whole thing, but only if you promise to pay my rent first and buy my groceries.” I quipped, brushing past him with a small smirk, heading back towards the cameras. Yeah right.
“Sweet!!”

About midway through our recording we had to take a break, mainly because I had to don myself in a long blonde wig for the rest of the shots. I very quickly learned that it tangled easily. As I stepped unsurely back towards the camera’s careful not to trip over any of the cords, I found myself pausing by my blue haired bassist. His outfit had been nagging me all day. It was an asymmetrical kimono style of sorts, naturally with a touch of gothic flare. Here come my womanly instincts. I reached out with my gloved fingers after having thread them through the plastic fibers on my head, quietly tugging on that leather bow at the small of his back, primping and fluffing it back into place.
Toshiya mustn’t have noticed me coming up behind him because he jumped with a small squeak of surprise. “Gomen ne,” I offered, positioning the hanging strands here, then there… ah, that was better. With a satisfied smirk pulling at my painted lips, I settled my hands on my hips triumphantly.
“Oh, you just wanted an excuse to touch my ass.” The younger teased, turning with that minefield grin of his. Yeah right. I’d definitely touch Kaoru’s ass before his. But I only flashed him an innocent smile and a shrug. What could I say to that? “How do I look now? Am I beautiful?”
I nodded to his words. Yes, I knew my band members were all very good looking. I wouldn’t deny that Toshiya looked pretty. Pretty and vain, but I supposed if I was half as beautiful as he was I might be confident in my looks too. “Hai.”
“Think I can pick up a date tonight?” Leaning in he bumped shoulders playfully with me, only to get caught up in runaway wisps of wig hair. And there was that trademark laugh of his.
“Wearing that?” My darkened brows arched skywards, and I couldn’t help but grin as I worked to untangle us. “Maybe with some perverted old man looking for a Geiko, or an ugly lesbian chick that’s sadly mistaken.” I giggled, lifting my cotton covered hand to almost hide my smile from him rather effeminately. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, Toshiya-san.”
“Oh!” The hyena chuckled again. “I could be into all kinds of crazy things! Orgies, anal, bondage…”
“Aiiie! Way too much information!” I squealed, raising my arms up and quickly turning away before I found out any more of the bassist’s private kinks. Gross. As I scurried off I could hear him laughing behind me, and it was contagious. Either that or the stagehand had overheard our conversation and was getting a sick kick out of it.

Once recording was completed you better bet I was the first one stripping out of my costume. That long wig just made everything even hotter, especially under the bright fluorescent lighting and what with my dark black costume and thick pink plastic clung round my waist. I peeled everything off of me with a disgusted sound, quickly moving to wash the makeup from my round features. I caught my other band members heading in by the reflection of the mirror and as my dark hues followed a certain leather dressed guitarist, it was then that I realized I haven’t been fawning as obsessively over my leader as usual. Strange, I was actually too busy for him for once. I needed to fix this. After having changed into a pair of much more comfortable black jeans and nothing more than an open jacket over my torso, I grabbed a brush and headed over towards my pink-haired fascination with a small smile on my features. Yes, I was showing some skin. I wondered if he would look.
“Ne, do you want help?” I inquired softly, motioning towards the styled blades of his hair. It looked intense. I didn’t know if it was even possible to brush out at all.
He laughed, and my smile only broadened as I watched his perfect grin creasing his sculpted cheeks. “You can try! I might need everyone helping me if we’re going anywhere tonight.”
We were going somewhere? I fell into place behind him as he sat down to rid his face of the heavy makeup, letting my slender digits pick through his styled, magenta colored hair and deciding where I even wanted to begin with this mess. “Where are you going?” I had almost asked where we were going, but I wasn’t sure if I was even invited along on whatever shibang he had planned.
“We’re going to dinner, baka.” He accentuated his first word, looking up at me in the mirror’s reflection. I hadn’t noticed at first but when my chocolate orbs finally met his and I realized that he was somewhat staring at me, it took all of my will to not flush. Instead I quickly busied myself with picking through the hairspray with a wide-toothed comb. We, as in, me and him, alone? Unlikely. Dreamable, but unlikely. “I know you haven’t eaten yet, and the rest of us are normal human beings and are starving.”

Oh goody. I never ate before ‘work’ so I guess technically my stomach would actually really enjoy being filled, but I couldn’t say that I was practically famished either. He knew me well. I managed a shy smile as I concentrated, finally seeing the soft, natural fluff of his bangs once more. Oh well. It would be me, spending time with my beloved leader-sama – even if we weren’t quite alone.

I sat next to him that night.

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Here's an early Christmas gift to all my readers. :D I can't believe I'm on chapter fifteen!! I never thought I'd get this far and it's all because of every one of you, who all enjoy it so much and let me know. :) I really hope you'll like what's coming up too! :DDDD
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