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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 15^th - 8:00 pm
Kyo had always loved the bathroom that connected to his and Kaoru’s bedroom. It was spacious but comfortable, done all in clean white accented with silver, black, and dark purple. The shower stall had an overhead faucet that rained over the occupants, as well as additional heads mounted along the sides to spray horizontally. The sink was large and set into a wide granite counter top, and the toilet was tucked discretely away in its own small area.
But the best part was the tub. It was set into an area of the floor raised up on three stairs, and had room enough for six people to soak comfortably. Small, subtle pumps along the inner walls supplied a constant supply of slow-moving warm water to maintain the temperature without creating any turbulence, and myriad of tiny holes all along the bottom could be switched on to release a torrent of fine bubbles that tickled the skin. There were mirrors mounted on the walls and ceiling around the tub, and candleholders mounted on those so that the candlelight would be reflected all around the small area. He and Kaoru had spent many blissful evenings making waves in that tub, steaming up those mirrors.
Tonight though, Kyo only cared that the room was clean, dark, and private. It had taken far too long to get Kaoru home from where they’d met Hideki across town, and just getting him onto the elevator and up to the top floor without being seen had been a challenge. Though honestly, it was hard to say whether anyone in the tower would even have recognized their leader in this state. Bundled in Toshiya’s arms, wrapped in a thin grey blanket from the trunk of the car, he was thin, his hair a snarled mess around his face, and still wearing his blindfold. They had tried to take the cloth off in the car on the way home, but after two weeks wearing it, the afternoon sunlight in his sensitive eyes had only made Kaoru release another of those horrible silent screams. The older man also seemed to be swimming in and out of consciousness, moving so little and so rarely that it was difficult to tell when he was awake.
Now that Kaoru was settled in the shower stall, apparently asleep again, Kyo shut and locked the door and turned off all of the lights. Shinya was busy comforting Toshiya in the living area of the master suite, the strain of Kaoru’s suffering and Die’s sacrifice too much for the sensitive man, but Kyo couldn’t be bothered with them. He gathered up the first aid kit and piled up soft towels and pajamas outside the shower. Swallowing past a thick lump in his throat, he knelt inside the stall with his lover and reached up gently to take the blindfold away, his heart constricting painfully when the older man shrank away from his touch. Kaoru – strong, proud, confident Kaoru – had never so much as flinched in all the time Kyo had known him.
“It’s just… you’re safe now, we’re at home,” he whispered.
“…Kyo?” The breath was just barely audible in the quiet of the bathroom.
“Yeah, it’s me. I’m… I’m going to take this off so we can clean you up, okay?”
Kaoru shied away, turning his face against the wall. “It’s too bright…”
“It’s okay; I turned off all the lights.”
After a moment of hesitation, long fingers came up to untie the black cloth for the second time that day. The fabric was stiff with countless dried tears, and Kyo threw it away from them spitefully. Despite the reassurances, Kaoru’s eyes remained closed and he seemed to struggle to convince himself to open them. Kyo chewed his lip, wanting so badly to be patient and understanding, wanting even worse to see Kaoru’s eyes and confirm that his lover was home, safe and alive.
“No lights?”
“None,” Kyo promised.
Slowly, hesitantly, dark eyes squinted open, pupils flared impossibly wide and rolling side to side to take in their surroundings. With obvious effort, Kaoru raised his left hand curiously, the right with its broken digits clutched protectively to his chest. His fingers brushed over the clean tile floor beneath him, the glass wall he was leaning against, the grey blanket that was wrapped around him. Finally, slow and shaking with ill-concealed hope and the fear of letdown that comes with it, he reached out to touch Kyo’s face.
Kyo couldn’t help himself. The moment that hand touched his cheek, a soft sob escaped him, and he held it in place with his own fingers and nuzzled against it. “Kaoru…”
“I’m… home?” the older man wondered. “It’s not a dream?”
Kyo let out a wavering laugh, thin tears sliding down his cheeks to collect against Kaoru’s hand. “You’re home. You’re home and you’re safe.”
“Are you…? Don’t cry, love… it’ll be okay…”
The blonde laughed again, closing his eyes. The Kaoru he knew and loved had to be in there somewhere, if he was filthy, bloody, and broken, and still found it in himself worry about Kyo crying. A large part of him – of both of them, of all of them – had worried that after so long in that place, Kaoru’s mind would have been broken. That, if and when they reclaimed the older man’s body alive, it would be an empty shell, the soul inside having fled to escape a constant barrage of pain and humiliation. Kyo should have known better, should have had more faith in his lover’s legendary stubborn streak.
“Sorry, Kao. I’ll try not to. I’m going… I’m going to wash you up now, okay?”
“I’m so tired…”
“I know, but as soon as you’re clean we can go to sleep, okay? I know how much you hate going to bed dirty.”
Kyo stripped down to his boxers and unwrapped the grey blanket from Kaoru’s shoulders before turning the water on around them. He was thankful now for the darkness, shadows sparing him the pain of seeing the full extent of his lover’s injuries without the layers of dirt and dried blood to obscure them. Just feeling the rough edges of shallow cuts, the heat of deep bruises and sprains, and the smooth raised lines of welts under his fingertips was almost too much.
The water ran black for a long time, and Kyo worked tirelessly with the gentlest touch to clean every inch of the older man’s too-thin body. He bit his lip every time his lover winced, hating the fact that he was causing Kaoru more pain but unable to avoid it. When he was finally finished with the older man’s skin, he came across a new issue.
“Kaoru… Kao, your hair, I’m not sure if I can… it’s pretty tangled up. We might have to…”
Kaoru’s eyes lowered a bit, looking subdued, and Kyo’s heart ached for him. His lover was, at the very heart of himself, a terribly vain man and he took exceptional pride in his hair. Not since he was very young had he worn it short; for as long as he could remember it had been chin length or longer. To lose that, on top of everything else… Kyo’s eyes narrowed with determination and he moved to collect a bottle of detangler and a comb.
“We might have to stay up real late to get it sorted out,” the blonde decided.
“…What? Kyo, you don’t have to-”
Under the spray of the shower, Kyo could no longer hear Kaoru’s empty, breathy voice. “I’ll be careful so you can try to get some sleep, okay? Don’t worry about a thing… I’ll take care of you.”
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