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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 Eighteen
A KNOT
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Welcome to [a knot].

It’s the name of our fan club, started some years ago. Big bands are supposed to have one, right? Complete even with a personalized membership card and an ever-changing accessory. We did special, little ‘extra’ things just for them. We had our own on-going booklet published four times a year, packed full with pictures, interviews, quotes and costume designs. Simple tidbits of how our real, everyday life happened. Made us seem a little more human. We released special fan club only Merchandise, and naturally there were unique opportunities for our live shows. Early pre-sale tickets to ensure first spots, and even smaller, more personal performances restricted to members only. We treat our fans well.

5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
“Dir en grey for takeoff. Shinya, drums.”
“Sexy Die, guitar.”
“Hai, ja Toshiya, bass.”
“Kaoru, guitar!”
“Boka no Kyo desu.”
“Time to start.”

I think that was the first time Shinya had ever really broken out of his mute shell in front of a camera before. Hell, several months into our first band together we couldn’t even get his number out of him, so he’d come a long way. All done up in our makeup and outfits with hair stylized, we were filming a special video for [a knot] only. It was just before our show, a special live for those individual, particular fans. Later to be released on a fan club only DVD. A television above our heads was quietly playing the opening to our first full length CD, showing past clips of our performances and our backstage antics while we sat placidly in our chairs, trying to make a clean statement about our new releases.

Trying, and failing miserably, might I add.

“This will be a video concert…” Shinya stammered awkwardly, so obviously not used to being the speaker of the group as he scratched the back of his head nervously. Die kept cracking jokes at the drummer, which I thought was rather ironic myself since the redhead was in some ridiculous snakeskin suit get up. I’d be making fun of him if I weren’t so quiet and shy. “Eto… yeah. Special.” Die started chuckling, which in turn caused the rest of us to snicker softly as Shinya quizzically stared at him.
“Nani?” The guitarist asked, anything but innocent but he still tried to reassure the drummer by offering him a gentle pat on his closest shoulder. Myself, I was at the far end of our five-person line, right next to – I bet you can’t guess it – yup, Kaoru. Of course. I was getting so predictable. Every interview, every television appearance, every playful getaway, I always helped myself first to his side. I didn’t even care who was opposite anymore. As long as I was there, right or left. I’m not picky.
“Eto…” The drummer’s dark eyes shifted, leaving a blank pause in the room. “…on February sixteenth we’re releasing our new single Myaku…” Again that emptiness surrounded him, and he shot a pleading glance down our procession. “… isn’t that right? … Kaoru-san?”
“Hn?”
I couldn’t help but grin crookedly myself as Kaoru was suddenly pulled to attention, the camera pointed in his direction now. My legs were crossed, lightly swaying while I eagerly awaited my admirable leader to somehow fix this disaster. Come on, Kaoru-kun. Pull a miracle out of your ass like you always do. Taking a deep breath, the pink haired male glanced down towards his wrist, making out to read the time. I almost giggled on camera – there was no watch wrapped there. Toshiya beat me to it though, chuckling as he reached out to touch the vast emptiness of soft skin. “Ou… looks like there’s a memo here, says ‘Toshiya’s in charge now’.” The bassist grinned, pulling his hand away and relaxing smugly back into his chair. “Would you look at that? So I’ll answer. Hai!”
Kaoru laughed, and I simply stared, a silent smile upon my painted features. We were making a poor fool out of Shinya. Die was equally amused, while the camera panned back towards the drummer. “Um…” He blinked uneasily, managing a perfect smile… somehow. “Please buy it.”
“Buy what?” Die laughed, shifting to sit upright in his chair. Ever teasing, he glanced down towards the rest of us. “Dinner? I’d like dinner tonight.”
“On Shinya!” The bassist jeered. I couldn’t help but giggle, masking my grin with a gloved hand. We all were laughing at him by now.
“The new single.” He stated flatly, cheeks hot with embarrassment. The room was filled with our hilarity. “Eto… na, Myaku. It will be fore sale soon, please buy it.”
“Mya-what?” The redhead asked again sarcastically.
“Mya… Myaku.” Now the drummer was getting flustered, fucking up his speech. More giggles. “Myaku.” He nodded, breaking a laugh himself as Die nodded, trying to keep a face of all seriousness while he pretended to act like a Shrink, carefully listening.
“Mm.”
“Myaku.”
“Mm.”
Shinya reached out to playfully smack the rhythm guitarist, reinforcing the name again as Kaoru at my side finally spoke up. “Myaku? Who said anything about Myaku?” It was as if he was in a zone earlier, and with his most perfect leader-voice, he just now noticed that we were all talking about the wrong single. Everyone laughed, while Shinya gaped openly at him.
“Nani-yaku?” Die taunted.
“I don’t know any Myaku.” The mutters of all three guitarists only made me snicker shyly again, staying silent in my seat. Kaoru’s heartwarming chuckle did just that inside of me.
“Baka.” The pink haired male stated it so bluntly, and it again caused the rest of us to burst out in laughter. Even me, I was wearing a broad, black traced grin by now. Die motioned towards the drummer, that award-winning smile plastered upon his face.
“Get with it!”
“You seriously don’t remember the song?”
Shinya seemed at a loss of words as he just stared blankly at the four of us, Toshiya barely able to keep his giggles in. “Ano…”
That really broke our concentration, and we all quite literally exploded into a fit of amusement at the youngest’s expense. I couldn’t believe that he thought they were serious! So much for a normal fan club message. Ah well – you paid for our fun sides.

Afterwards we took a quick, silly photo shoot, and resumed getting ready for yet another show. We were so busy, we almost didn’t have an at-home life anymore. The venue was already packed with waiting fans, while we put the finishing touches on our appearances. Shinya in a dark, woman’s jacket and impossibly short shorts underneath, his feminine legs hugged by heeled boots. Toshiya still in his blue and black dreads, with what I thought was a less-than-stylish windbreaker on. Die was in a simple hoodie and khaki shorts (we apparently made fun of his snakeskin outfit too much) with his hair long and unspiked, and my favorite was dressed in a mesh, sleeveless shirt revealing his delicious body and tight fitted leather pants. Ugh. His pink again hair was also unstyled, so soft framing his chiseled face. I needed to keep it in my pants today. As for this petite vocalist, I had flipped out just the back of my blonde hair, leaving my bangs hanging straight bordering and across my round features. I also wore what was a gift just recently to me – a brown, stylish jacket lined in soft gray fur around the hood. It was actually more of a bribe from some magazine called Kera – they wanted me to start modeling their clothes. Honestly, I was honored. Honored if not a bit overwhelmed. They wanted me, in their pricey, beautiful clothing brand? A tiny part of me wanted to think that just maybe I was attractive enough to grab attention. If at first fans, then Die’s, then theirs, maybe someday it would be his.
The rest of me told myself that it was just my name, our band’s growing popularity bringing good publicity.
Coming together in our usual circle we all stuck our hands into the center, stacking one on top of the other. A huddle of preparation. A way to psyche us up for a great show, even as we could hear the fans waiting cries out on stage. “Ready…”
“Hai!”

A perfect sound off of drums allowed for us to explode into song, and I wasted little time before I was already headbanging in unison with the other mobile members. The flashing, colorful lights bathed us in their bright glow, and I could feel the wave of heat that emitted off the ocean of people before us. This venue was smaller and more personal, and their bodies were pressed right up against the stage this time. We thrashed, we rocked, we played, we sweat, we stripped, we screamed. We fanserviced, naturally. We even played special, never before heard ‘unplugged’ versions of our songs, all done on acoustics. And just for fun, I pulled a couple of people from the audience, simply handing over my mic. They idolized me, they wanted to be me, well… let me hear it!
Does it make me an asshole if I think they all sucked?
I even was ready to jump into the crowd to kill at one point. I had been talking to the fans, when I heard someone call me something that I thought I stopped a long time ago. Kawaii. I didn’t even like it when my own band called me that, let alone a stranger I was performing for. No matter that I was in makeup and my hair was rather femininely flipped out. I shot the most malicious glare I could muster into the sea of confusing faces, hoping to pinpoint the guilty. Do it again, fucker, see what happens.
We played and we jammed, making the tiny venue bristle with life. While Kaoru was hanging all over me, Toshiya and Die were practically kissing. The fans loved it. When I raised my hands to dance everyone mimicked mine, and I felt like a puppet master up on his own pedestal with a lake of playthings at my command – as usual. The pair of guitarists played around each other, and then back-to-back. I stood upon my own little box, high above the fans and able to reach the hanging lights when I lifted my hands. I felt tall for a moment. I dangled almost dangerously from them as I sang, beckoning the people before me to scream. They were so close. The hands could trace up my legs, and when I leaned forward, they could feel up my torso and trace my arms. Their palms held me by my shoulders as I relied on them, letting the sprouting weeds tangle and ensnare my entire body. They all fought even for just one feeling. They sang my vocabulary for me, wrapping me up in my own lyrics. All in perfect unison if not a little tone deaf. The only thing keeping me still to the stage right now was my one extended arm, grappling for the fixture above – and even that didn’t help me for long. Soon I dropped into a predatory crouch upon the audience, growling my words at them. Louder. Louder. I was practically crawling into the forest of outstretched hands, amazed that I was suspended above the floor in their grip. And I was still trying to sing. Even as I felt my microphone cord being yanked away from me, even as I attempted to make my way back to the stage. They pushed and they pulled, torn between keeping me forever and letting me finish our show.
Eventually they settled on the latter as I stumbled back onto the platform, mic once more in my gloved grip while we ended with our finale. I guess they realized that we had a special date tonight, and they wanted to be there.

Afterwards we had reservations set up at a nearby nightclub. Dir en grey had our own private space in the back, and we were followed by photographers, film, staff, family, and fans alike. They got to see us in a more natural habitat. Call it more extraordinary features of being apart of our fan club.
Of course, we’d had a couple of drinks by now.
Currently Kaoru and Toshiya were teaming up, trying to smush the tiny drummer with their combined weight. They clambered on top of him, throwing themselves at the man, just waiting for his cry of defeat as people snapped pictures and chuckled in amusement. What blackmail. Being me, I didn’t have too much to drink so I was still very coherent of everything - myself, my band members and my surroundings. I’m a little smarter than most sometimes. Not to mention since I had been the first one to slip into the booth against the wall Kaoru somehow missed the hint – apparently my stealing his company every other time went right over that beautiful pink head of his – leaving me stuck next to Toshiya, feeling slightly less than festive. The overpowering scent of nicotine filled the area, my own smoke idly clenched between crooked teeth, and Kaoru – of course I noted – had one sticking from between his pointer and middle finger. A few more were sizzling left forgotten in ashtrays, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t as obsessed with the rest of them. As I sat there, back pressed snugly into the far corner of the cubicle just watching everything unfold, I may have even felt slightly embarrassed for the others.
Embarrassed, and partly jealous for certain.
After Shinya had begged for mercy Kaoru had decided to opt for a photo, wrapping his arms drunkenly around the redhead instead now and holding him possessively against his chest. The flash bulbs popped and both men had knowing smirks upon their faces, while I was green with envy. If I had managed to steal his side that would probably be me hugged so close and able to hear that fascinating heart beat. They were cooing to each other, drowned out by the ecstatic fan girls surrounding us and I don’t think I could have strained any harder – I still wouldn’t be able to hear what they were saying. I guess it was a good thing I was on the far end buried in the corner as I wasn’t having much of a good time anymore. Part of me worried that it would be obvious, I’d never hear the end of how I’m such a party pooper. Whatever. I tried much too hard every other day. Just let me be myself for a while.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
The chanting burned my ears as I refused to look, slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses over my eyes to hopefully mask my inner feelings. Kaoru, kissing someone else before me? I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I deserved it, right? I wanted to be the one locking lips with Leader-sama. Though my resentful curiosity couldn’t ignore it forever. I eventually lifted my dark gaze, bracing myself for the worst…
I found myself exhaling a deep sigh of relief when it was Shinya and Toshiya slowly bringing their faces together.
Would they really do it? I mean, I knew we did strange things in the name of fan service but it never usually went that far. I didn’t think any of the others were truly gay. Just little me, longing for the Leader’s love. I was staring just as much as the spectators by now while Toshiya wore that ludicrous grin, reaching out to cup the side’s of the drummer’s head as open space between them dwindled to near nothing. I found myself scowling even though it wasn’t Kaoru on the receiving end. In my mind, it was only proving that the bassist was so desperate for attention. I could literally feel the anxiousness in the room as they got closer and closer, but from my standpoint I couldn’t see everything – though the sudden roar from the onlookers might have proved that they just did it. Die smacked Shinya upside the head playfully as everyone laughed, and I forced a twisted smile to my features. Smile, Kyo. Just smile, and everything will seem all right.

More pictures snapped, personal shots by the band members. Kaoru was getting all sorts of into it, making faces as he held a camera facing him and trying to work others into his frame. Video camera’s were rolling, and soon enough they finally zoomed on me in my little, lonely corner. Which wasn’t so lonely for long. With a grunt I was suddenly occupied with a giggling Toshiya, whoring up all of the film time. Elbowing me with a chuckle he forced me to grin at the camera, trying to make this seem less awkward than it really was. I didn’t necessarily hate the bassist, just had an extreme case of envy. Anyway before I could complain the younger had leaned closely against me, and a wandering hand was reaching out for my chest. Not only that but I was in nothing more than a fastened suit jacket over my tiny torso, so those lanky fingers were soon touching bare skin. Toshiya must have been entirely shit-faced, as I highly doubted he would want to toy with me normally. Thankfully I caught myself before that sneer made itself visibly present upon my round features, and to save face in front of the camera, I played along. Teasingly I ran that slick, pink muscle across my upper lip, ruined by the crooked grin I bestowed as I nodded playfully, encouraging Toshiya to continue. Whatever, at least now they wouldn’t call me a fun-sucker. I could play. The musician at my side giggled as he rubbed jokingly at my chest, and to make it even better, I moved to hold my attire open for him. His palm slipped in further as the fans surrounding us squealed, the bassist now rubbing openly at my nipple. Thank Kami-sama it wasn’t my beloved (yeah right), because I’d certainly be getting a hard on right now.
Like that time that seemed so long ago, in our soft Garden costumes - my leader’s long legs straddled around my tiny body, hands long lost in my shirt and talented fingers gliding over my naked skin…
I pressed my jacket closed once more, forcing the bassist’s hand out of it with a obligatory chuckle. Fuck.

Now with that video camera in his own hands Toshiya was taking shots, a long-limbed, bird’s eye view of the two of us practically cuddling together. I tried to smile, I really did, but I could only stare rather awkwardly at the lens, my mind now elsewhere. In that same, dark, dirty abyss that was my mental obsession over Kaoru. And out of the corner of my sharp eyes, I caught him watching us, a smug smirk upon his sculpted façade.

Was that even a look of jealousy that I caught?

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My apologies dudlies! Computer kicked the bucket and I still don't hvae internet, so I'm very sparingly off and on whenever I can get my hands on a computer with net. xD But here's a new chapter for you! Tell me what you think! ;)
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