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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 Sixteen
OSAKA JO
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Osaka-jo Hall. A place I would have never even begun to dream about being inside, let alone for a concert. Our concert. The arena was huge, one of the biggest in all of Japan. It could seat up to sixteen thousand people. Sixteen thousand! God, that was like the entire population of Japan, I was pretty certain.
And this is exactly why I never passed grade school.
I could already feel the nervousness building up tightly in my throat. And it was still early afternoon! There were so many cameras this time. So many more stage hands, so many more directors, so many more lights, equipment, and sound. From where I was standing in the far, far back of the arena, up on the very highest row of seats, I was psyching myself out. Getting my own personal view of what sixteen thousand fans would soon be seeing hours from now. They would be screaming, singing, dancing, applauding, loving, and enjoying whatever we would produce for them, eating it up and basking in our glory.

We sold out.

The entire venue was going to be bursting at the seams with people just for us. For Dir en grey. My apologies if I’m a little excited. I couldn’t even fathom that there were that many human beings who not only knew of us, but also wanted to see us perform in person. And the fact that we had completely sold out every possible seating space in the biggest hall in all of Western Japan? Not one open seat. Not one! I could maybe imagine a few blank spots here and there, but no. Oh god, I could faint with this mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbling up inside of me.
Not to mention the procession! There were already dedicated fans lined up outside, counting down the very minutes until we would perform in front of them. Mimicked detailed costumes and devoted hair colors proving idols spotted the entrance, just starting to surround the building. We all saw them on our way in as the bus pulled up. None of us could even dare place a bet at when those crazies had arrived. Just an hour before? The crack of dawn? Or even… the day before? I felt so… admired. We were climbing higher still, one hand over the other on that ladder of fame and success. Good. Our dream was real. Kaoru’s dream, and therefore my own, was a reality.
It had started out empty. Nothing but a large stage set up at one end, the largest we had ever stood on, and yet it barely even covered the floor surface. Crew were moving about, and I watched them bringing out box after box after box. Lights and special effects, screens and speakers. And then the chairs. One after the other, slowly filling all of that empty lower level space. Perfect rows, evenly spaced apart. I don’t think I could even count that high, and that didn’t include any of the upper levels surrounding it. Most of it had been done before we even arrived. I was blown away. And yet as I marveled, ignoring the light tests that were flashing so very, very far away, I found my eyes slipping towards one tiny little person that was walking down the aisle.
It would have been impossible to miss him.

Of course, it could have been the giant, gray furry hat upon his hair that nearly engulfed his entire head that caught my attention. He was so cute.
I finally moved then, turning down the stairs and re-adjusting the warm coat upon my tiny form. I should probably be getting ready too before I was scolded. That, and I needed to throw up.

“Sumimasen!”
I had to suddenly sidestep as I entered our little backstage area, nearly having been run over by a blue-haired bassist on wheels. My brows arched skywards and I flashed him a surprised look, only to get that trademark laugh of his in response. Well, at least I wasn’t the only one fucking around. I quickly stripped free of my jacket, leaving it soon to be forgotten on a table somewhere. We had the entire afternoon ahead of us to get ready and prepare for this. Our biggest concert yet. Not only that, but it was going to be our first Live Show that would be recorded and released on DVD! We all were super excited – and the vain part of me knew that I wanted to look very good. Not even so much for the fans, or the cameras. Mainly so that when Kaoru would look back on our tape, his eyes just might be drawn to me, and he could notice how much his little vocalist stood out just for him.
Only he’d never know that.
I took little time in putting on my costume, which really wasn’t that different from my Myaku robes. It was a red alteration, with a black cinch around my middle matching the detailing on my costume. And I sparkled, what with the scarlet sequins splattered here and there. More gayness for me. Everyone else was pretty much doing the same, though when Kaoru finally returned I couldn’t help that small smile that tickled across my lips at his entrance. He didn’t notice me however, so I resumed getting ready, falling into a chair in front of a large mirror and fingering through my makeup.
First came foundation. Hiding any traces of imperfection and lightening my skin, giving me that trademark whiter face. Such like a geisha. Perhaps in a past life I was one; I loved traditional Kyoto with the kimono and the old-fashioned people and the houses and their way of life. Next I painted a beautiful scarlet upon my lips, drawing them in much shapelier than my natural features bade me to be born with. Of course, that color was soon to be mostly covered up by a deep ebony shade, myself using my fingers to smudge them together until they merged smoothly together. My dark chocolate orbs were focused intently on my reflection, tiers slightly parted in thought as I worked. I was like a canvas, taking my time to be perfect for him. Following that came thick black kohl, tracing around my almond-shaped eyes completely and in a thick line to make those irises stand out. Not that I needed any help in doing so, my eyes were already very naturally large. I blinked, arching my brows to make sure that they were even before piling on the shadow, blending them outwards and upwards. I had been doing makeup even since my days as a roadie, so I liked to think I was pretty good at it. That and hair were my only real talents. Voice was just something I strived for. Heavy arched lines soon traced out my brows, and using liquid liner, I quickly accentuated my design with meaningless scribbles. Leaning back I turned my head this way and that, inspecting my work. Flawless.
There was hardly any chitchat going on as we all were getting prepared, and I took this moment to spare a quick glance around. All five of us now were in costume, seated at the chairs set out before the mirrors and working on our appearances. Deciding it would be best not to interrupt the ‘zone’, I moved on to doing my hair. Plucking that fine-toothed comb up from the countertop I brushed through those silken, artificially blonde locks upon my head, removing any and all knots before starting. Though that made little sense in itself, saying as when I was finished all of my hair was a big tangled mess anyway. I parted where I wanted it all to stand up, and got to work. A selection to be spiked, coated first with short gusts of hair spray. I swear, all of us Visual Kei artists probably had ourselves our own private hole in the Ozone layer. I might have to vacation there sometime before I die just to be able to say that I did it. That it was my fault. My practiced hand fluffed everything strand by strand, spray by spray. It didn’t take me long to get most everything standing on end in every direction, save for my bangs which I left hanging in my face. A few finishing spurts of hair spray here and there, and even a spray of makeup sealant, and I was sure it was all secured. At least, until I started thrashing on stage like I usually did, underneath all those hot lights and sweating myself dry beneath that thick outfit. I both loved and hated concerts. I could truly be me.
Pushing myself away from the table with a soft scoot I stood up and stretched, smiling softly as I glanced around. Somehow, Kaoru’s hair had gotten done and I completely missed it. Again in those thin blades, one way or another still sticking out and mocking gravity stylishly. He was now leaning in and applying his eyeliner, and I couldn’t help but stand there and stare in stupor. Kami-sama.
“Here, Kyo-san.”
I was yanked out of my trance when I heard a woman’s voice behind me, quickly turning to reach out for whatever it was that she was offering me - which turned out to be the rest of my costume, a thin leather headband matching the cinch around my waist. “Arigatou.” I nodded politely, before tossing my head forward and fastening it behind my skull. Well, I was ready. Crossing the room I plopped a squat next to one of the stagehands, who was at the moment ripping a black umbrella to shreds. I smirked deviously.

A gothic little devil in red, that’s me.

Ready…
“Hai!!”
The screaming roar was deafening once the opening to our CD began playing on the speakers, signaling the start of our concert. Our walking images were being portrayed live to the audience on giant screens as we were being led onstage, soon plunging into darkness as we made our entrance. I felt gooseflesh race up my arms as I stared out into the black sea of people before me, still screaming endlessly – I still couldn’t even fathom how many had showed up for this. Even now, as I was staring out from my front and center position. It didn’t seem real. Reveling in nothing but the surrounding fans who were still screaming as we were slowly illuminated, our black silhouettes giving way to our colorful costumes and bright styled hair…

“I cannot return, I want to forget, my love for you that will not waver.”
We crashed through the silence, my voice exploding from the microphone. The rest of the members joined me, guitar’s wailing, bass swooning, drums smashing. The bright lights flooded over the stage and I could already see the waiting audience dancing, swaying their arms, singing along, hands all raised. For us.
“Geist… Seele… Wille… Zelle…”
Smoke erupted in a flash on the sides of the stage, the audience screaming in both surprise and enjoyment. I must admit, I even jumped slightly – but it really got my adrenaline pumping. We raced across the stage as I growled, screaming at the fans, loosing track of the mobile guitarists. They were out on the little runways, just rocking their hearts out. We all ate up the attention. We lived to perform.
“Saved by yourself!”
Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder! Scream!! I can’t hear you yet. I can’t hear you!
And then silence. It was like we were god himself – we could get the fans to scream when we wanted. We could get them to hush when we demanded. We could get them to cry and to feel if we so willed. With a wave of my hand, I could bend their very soul.
“Impatient, the masochist’s blood runs in my veins. I wait for you, the sadist. If I can do it with a poisonous kiss…”
They were my beautiful marionettes, dancing for me. Singing when I gave out, giving their very voices to me.
“A lone pierrot performing before the mirror, softly comes before me to say – is it me or is it her who makes you suffer? All alone I’m whispering…”
The beauty of it all. I felt myself melt as his solo came up, turning just enough to watch him as he tossed that beautiful head of violet and black back in ecstasy, as if playing his guitar got him so high. His fingers flew with ease, playing must have been the most natural thing in the world to him. Part of me was jealous of his skill. The other part, well… he was playing for me, in a way. Us, together. This was my dream job.
“Ash!!”
I let the audience sing for me, motioning down towards the herd with my gloved digits. This time I ran off, letting my costume flow behind me. I leaned dangerously over the barricade protecting us from a great fall, saving us from being swallowed up within the greedy hands. I screamed at them, they weren’t giving me enough. Louder! They wanted it. They wanted it bad. So I gave it to them. Running off once more I came up behind the nearest player I could find, wrapping my arm playfully around my bassist. How bad did they want it? They screamed. I caught Toshiya’s toothy grin, and I only smiled back at him. Louder! Playing with them, I extended my soft pink tongue, trailing it up the younger’s arm. Yes, now they were screaming. Their gleeful voices rang in my ears despite the covers I protectively wore. I remember once someone had said visual rock was a sexual getaway. A way to get off in dirty pleasure, to release and be entirely free.

I could certainly orgasm right now.

I had to run off again, searching out my Leader this time. I wanted to hang all over him. I wanted to touch my high, and I wanted him to enjoy it with me. To come with me. Draping my arm over his broad shoulders I couldn’t help the genuine smirk that played upon my painted features, holding him close to my thin body. I could feel him working, his muscles hard and strong while he played whatever came to him. As he turned to flash me that trademark grin, I practically cuddled closer. I could smell him, the musky aroma that was all his, underneath these bright lights and that thick costume, under the sprits of hairspray and cologne that he wore. He was beautiful, and his solo was flawless. I rubbed my leather dressed hands all over his chest, causing the fangirls to scream in joy. Slowly, sensually, I teased myself. It was the only time I could get away with handling my obsession like this. I could play it off as fan service for the people who demanded it, and nobody would ever know of my secret. Kaoru would never know that I dreamed of this late at night when I was alone. Licking my lips, I looked down over his shoulders and watched him execute his notes without a single mistake. I needed to pull away before I got too carried away.
“From the window the ever unchanging cherry blossoms flutter, flutter, flutter, flutter and dance in the breeze.”
I tangled myself up in my own costume dreamily, letting the strings wrap themselves around my wrists and fingers as I danced to myself. My heart was pounding for several different reasons right now deep within my fragile chest. Fluttering, fluttering, fluttering, fluttering…
And out of the corner of my eye I could see Toshiya getting a little closer than I would have normally liked to my leader, but I had to remind myself.
It was all in the name of fan service. I didn’t quite own him…
Yet.

We ended our concert in a flurry of noise, the fans screaming and the musicians’ fingers flying, Shinya behind me smashing anything that he could with his drumsticks. I screamed into my microphone, edging on the crowd. “Oi! Arigatou!!” I gestured for them to cry louder, before reaching out and yanking at my thin microphone stand. What can I say, I learned best from Kaoru. Flipping it around I smashed it mercilessly into the stage, feeling it crumple and snap in my hands. What did I care, we were rich. Rich, and famous. I then started finishing off my water bottle, spitting it back on the audience before hurling it as hard as I could into the never-ending sea of fans. I heard more destruction going on at my right, as Kaoru too was snapping the neck of his Ganesa to pieces, watching the wood splinter and the strings break as it collided with the ground. Now that I knew it meant we had a wonderful show, I couldn’t help but beam in excitement. We had just sold out Osaka Jo Hall. We were all reveling in it. As I was watching the fans all raising their hands out for us I felt someone coming up behind me, and when I turned my attention, it was my purple haired affection. I couldn’t help but smile broadly at him as he walked me to the middle of the stage. He had a devious look upon his sculpted features, but before I knew what was going on I felt wetness pouring onto my styled locks and making short work of flattening them. The elder’s water was cascading over my head, and I think I died on the inside. My arm wrapped around him as I shook my head, sending tiny droplets flying while he toppled over me with a celebratory laugh. My smile was so huge. And he too, was grinning insanely. Oh, I don’t think I was even coherent right now of anything but the two of us, even as he released me to join the others. Everyone else was throwing pics, playing with the audience, throwing their own water bottles out as souvenirs, and Shinya’s drumsticks soon followed, disappearing into the rush of people.
As I was looking out into the dream-like reality it began raining white feathers, coating everything in a soft glow – us, the stage, our instruments, the fans. I was just staring, at everything. I could cry right now – I felt so accomplished. The sound techs were playing a beautiful piano piece in the background as we simply enjoyed our finale, my feet sweeping the feathers beneath us. I saw Toshiya playfully tackle Shinya to the plush behind me too, the boys rolling around over one another and making the girls scream. I then felt arms around my slender middle and much to my surprise, I was being lifted off of my booted feet in a snug bear hug from behind. Nobody picked me up – but when narrowing down everyone else that I could see, I knew that it was him. I would let Kaoru throw me around any day. I flushed severely, thank Kami-sama that I was still coated in all of my makeup. I didn’t even notice that the camera crew had blown the two of us up on the big screen, showing my flustered, happy smile to the world.

And I thought my affection was a secret.

Watching the others throw feathers around I felt my fingers being snagged, lacing between those slender, talented digits of my very own crush. He was holding my hand. I practically cried in happiness as I stood there, the rest of them lining up at my side to join as we all took a bow.

We’ve done it.

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So sorry I've been terribly slow at updating this. xD But I give you this really long, good chapter in rewards for being so patient! I hope you all still love it, and still look forward to more. :)
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