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Killing Me Softly	By : Erzulie Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Sweet Nothings
- 2-Shattering Glass
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Same Disclaimer!!!
Plus, many thanks to spinshadow@lj.com for the information concerning the title!
Here is the information given to me, in the informants own words!
'"Killing Me Softly (with His Song)" was originally released in 1973, sung by Roberta Flack and written by Charles Fox (music) and Norman Gimbel (lyrics). It was then covered by The Fugees in 1996, which got Lauryn Hill's voice into the right places to get her noticed. '

::kissu cheek:: Thank you again : x!!!!

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Part Two – Shattering Glass

Kyo clicked the phone off and cast it aside, listening to it hit the flooring with a thump. His other hand joined the first upon the glass, and he imagined himself pushing out the glass and falling down to the street below – a wingless angel going to meet his death on the concrete. If only things were so easy. He smirked lightly, and lifted his head up. Kyo opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the glass. Behind him, he spotted Toshiya, leaning against the doorframe where his conversation with Die had begun. The tall beauty was draped with black silk in the form of short lingerie. Black lace edged the low diving collar, revealing the fact that the wearer had no cleavage. Kyo closed his eyes again at the image of his current lover, and he smirked, hiding his face against his arm so that Toshiya would not see his reflection making such an expression at his appearance.

“Who was on the phone?” Toshiya asked, looking at Kyo. He admired the line of the blonde’s back, his complexion almost deathly pale in the false light coming through the window from the insomniac city enveloping their building. The question he asked was pointless. After all, he’d heard the last few lines of the conversation on Kyo’s end. He’d heard the name of the one whom he hated most in the world. Toshiya brushed a few stray strands of silken black tresses from his face, tucking the strands behind his ear. Besides, he could tell who it was just by how tense Kyo’s muscles were beneath the sheath of skin and tattoos covering them. Only one person made him that nervous, that angry. “Tell me.”

“No one.” Kyo replied, his voice coming out so strained he had to clear his throat, and then repeat himself. “No one, Totchi. Go back to bed, na?” He chanced a glance over his shoulder, giving the other a good, strong smile. Well, at least his brand of one. Hiding his worry deep within the glittering obsidian of his eyes, he watched as Toshiya raised an eyebrow and moved from the doorframe. Kyo turned his face back to the glass, and looked down at the street far below once again. In a moment, he felt long arms wrap around his chest, and his body was pulled back away from the glass, against a warm wall. The blonde tilted his head back, so that the silk of his hair brushed the skin bared by the lingerie and he opened his eyes to find Toshiya looking down on him. “You don’t listen.”

“Neither do you.” The other’s response was whispered, light – though Kyo could sense the worry. “And you know you can’t lie to me, Kyo. You’ve never been able to. Don’t start now.” As the blonde turned his face away, Toshiya moved so he could plant a kiss on the other’s rounded cheek. “Who was on the phone, Kyo? I know who it was already, I just want to hear you say it. Tell me.”

“Die. He’s found us.” The words pushed out from between Kyo’s lips long moments later. The blonde was still facing away – his head turned towards the side, but his eyes were opened then, cut to the glass where he could see himself and his lover reflected back at him. The lights of the city were sparkling through both their forms. Just like the two of them were ghosts. He smirked harshly and closed his eyes again. Weren’t they though?

“Does this surprise you?” Toshiya asked, sinking down slowly so he could kneel by Kyo’s side. He wrapped his arm around his lover’s waistline, and pressed his face to the area right over Kyo’s hip. He kissed the other’s flesh, rubbing the other side gently. In a moment, he was rewarded for his affection by the feel of Kyo’s fingers playing in his dark, silken locks.

“No, it doesn’t at all.” He sighed, not taking his eyes off the city lights once the dark, endless pools had reopened. Slowly, he let them turn down to Toshiya to see the way his lover’s chin pressed into his hip’s flesh ever so gently. The delicate beauty of the other turned up so to face him. Kyo smirked down at the other in a loving manner, and he received a sweet smile for the strange affectionate glance.

“Are you afraid?” The question came out so soft; it was almost hard for Kyo to hear. However, it met his ears, and he blinked down at the upturned angelic features. Toshiya stroked his side gently, his eyebrows knitted together in soft concern. “You can tell me, Kyo-ai.”

“Why should I be?” Kyo replied, moving from Toshiya’s hold gently. He took another step to the glass, and this time, he hit it with one of his fists. Of course, it didn’t break like he wanted it to. It didn’t cut his hand into ribbons as it shattered around bone, muscle, tendon and flesh. His imagination always betrayed him into thinking such glorious things as all that, and he was always so disappointed when it happened. He hit the glass again in punishment, letting out a feral growl as he did so. “Damn it!” He all but roared, and then Toshiya’s arms enveloped him once again. Toshiya was shaking, and that was what brought him back to the moment.

“I’m glad that the glass doesn’t break.” The tall one whispered, his voice quivering in Kyo’s ear as he spoke. Kyo could basically hear the tears in his lover’s eyes.

“I’m not. What’s the difference? We’re both dead, and you know it.” He could feel those tears of his lover’s as they dripped down against his own skin, and he closed his eyes in slight defeat. But that did not stop his words. “At least that way, I wouldn’t be giving him the satisfaction of victory.”

“No. No, you wouldn’t be taking his victory in killing yourself.” Toshiya whispered - his voice heavy with emotion. “Don’t you understand? It would be the direct opposite. If you go and leave me behind, you’ll only be giving him what he wants. Are you ready to spurn me in such a manner?”

“No. I wouldn’t do that to you.” Was all Kyo could whisper and he felt as Toshiya held him tighter. The taller man turned his face so he could nuzzle at Kyo’s ear and then kiss him. And slowly, Kyo turned in Toshiya’s arms – and they began to once again consecrate their love in the living room.

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Die looked out of the window, the phone still wrapped in his hand. It was talking to him, asking him in a polite mechanical voice to please hang up; the line was not in use. He ignored it, his hand limp against his thigh as he slouched down in the chair he’d planted himself in to make that phone call to Kyo. The room he was in was practically barren, and he thought it fitting – after all, it matched his heart. He smirked ruthlessly to himself. He could only imagine what Kyo would say about that. After all, it was the blonde who had the way with poetry and words, not him. A smile spread over his lips, and he thought of how Kyo always used to tease him about his stupid little comparisons, or would shove a collection of poems at him and say ‘read these, these –are- poems’, as if Die’d never seen a poetry book in his life before. The redhead felt a stab in his heart and he closed his eyes. Finally, he clicked the phone off and cast it aside, onto the table at his side. He buried his face in his hands, propping his elbows up on his spread knees. He told himself not to cry, but there were times when it was hard not to.

The door creaking open, however, saved him from being overwhelmed by his emotions. He looked up, letting his eyes peer through his fingers at the figure that appeared in the doorway. He wanted to snarl, but he’d not let the one coming to visit him see how much his mere presence affected him in the moment. After all, this visitor was as loyal as they came. At least for the time being. The redhead smirked to himself. He knew what game Shinya was trying to play. He hated him for it, too. Die wasn’t in mood for playtime at all. Still, he moved his face from his palms, and he leaned back in his seat – watching the elegant beauty move into the room fully, and close the door behind himself.
Shinya’s long, auburn curls fell around his shoulders in a shiny, silken waterfall. He pressed his lips together in a soft, pursed smile – trying to look demure for the Mafia boss he was always trying to seduce.

“You look upset.” His voice was light, and strangely deep - coming from such a pretty, trim and feminine figure. He moved in closer to the redhead, studying the way the man was slumped in the seat. A picture of cool ease to most, but Shinya knew better. Yes, he knew better then all of that. “You spoke to him?” He walked until he was standing right before Die, almost at the elder man’s knees.

“And if I did? What’s it to you?” Die hitched his eyebrow as he studied the beautiful young man before him. When they’d first met, he’d thought Shinya was actually a woman. And then the exquisite siren had spoken. He wanted to laugh over the memory of that experience right then, but well . . . he didn’t want Shinya to leave the room with rumors about his fading mental health to tell their family.

“What should it be to me? We’re closer to making closure where he is concerned. That’s what it means to me.” Shinya stated, hitching his eyebrow in return at the huge, odd grin that his leader wore at the moment. He slowly knelt down between the elder’s legs, placing his hands on the area of thigh right over Die’s knees to help lower himself in a charming fashion. His actions were polite and submissive; nothing that would show his true wants where the Yakuza boss was concerned. “Once he is gone, perhaps you can move on?”

“Move on to what?” Die purred, watching the actions of the other man with slight interest, the arch of his eyebrow becoming more noticeable as he studied Shinya. He repressed a feral sound as the other began to feel shyly up his thighs, moving in slowly towards the groin area that was completely unresponsive to the actions. When would Shinya figure it out? When would he realize Die had no interest in him sexually, and his plan would never work? At least not in the fashion, anyway.

“Someone better, perhaps?” Shinya tilted his head lightly, showing off his teeth between his painted red lips. Die snorted softly and let his eyes flick away from the beauty. “You can do so much better than him, you know.” At that moment, he felt Die’s thighs tense under his curiously searching finger – but not from pleasure or heightened awareness of his touches. The tension was from anger, and Shinya realized he’d spoken exactly the wrong words.

“And who would this better person be, Shinya?” Die’s hair grabbed a fistful of curler made ringlets so fast the one he’d gripped onto had barely a moment to gasp out in surprise before a cry left his lips. Die was wrapping the curls around his fist, leaning forward in the seat so he could force the other down to the ground between his legs. “You?” He laughed then, harshly, coldly. “Please, don’t be ridiculous. You could never be him; you could never take his place. You, with your false womanhood! I like men, damn it! Not little dress-me-up, gender confused baby dolls!” With that, he pushed Shinya back, let him go, and stepped over him. None of these actions were in the least gentle, and he left the other behind his back. Shinya was holding onto his curls, looking down at the ground in bitter, hateful – momentary – defeat.

“He betrayed you.” Shinya whispered - his voice harsh and cold, quiet and truthful. He turned his eyes to the other man’s back slowly – letting them pierce into his turned back.

“Oh, and just because you wear a dress, you wouldn’t?” Die smirked, looking over his shoulder at the other. He studied the way he was in the floor, but he did not feel a moment’s regret for his actions at putting Shinya in his place. He was getting sick of the other trying to take Kyo’s.

“No! I could change for you! And I’d never betray you, not like he did.” Shinya’s tears were almost desperate, but the falseness under them was highly apparent to Die. The redheaded bastard actually smiled at him!

“Don’t change for me, Shinya. You’d kill yourself in the process. Besides, even if you did look like a man, I still wouldn’t be interested. You’re not him. You never will even come close to his perfection. And. . . .No, you wouldn’t betray me like he did. I know.” He smiled even more widely. “You’d find your own way to do that.” He winked at the other, then turned his face forward, and went to the door.

“Where are you going?” Shinya whimpered, pretending to be stung by the other’s horrible, harsh words. He slowly got up off the ground, acting like his legs were shaky. He held himself tightly; letting cold tears run down his well-practiced miserable expression.

“For a walk around the hotel. I’ll be awhile.” He replied softly, opening the door up and stepping into the archway. Once more, he looked back at his minion. “And Shinya . . .”

“Yes?” A hopeful look in the younger’s eyes came into the false, chocolate orbs.

“Stop crying. You insult the floor they fall on with such fake tears as that.” And with that, Die left the room, closing the door behind him. A soft laugh lingered in the room for a second after him.

Shinya stared at the door, his eyes narrowed. He unwrapped himself from his arms, growled – then he picked up the chair Die had been sitting in only moments before by the first two legs. It was a small chair, one that would belong at a kitchen table. Not that heavy at all, really, but perfect for his attention. As it proved when it all but shattered against the door that Die’d just exited through.

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*A/N - I hope that this is still pleasing to everyone! It's becoming a true joy to write it, and soon, we'll see some past history between Die and Kyo ^^ v I'm very proud of this fiction for some odd reason, and also from how fast I'm getting it written. I'm surprising myself, I really am. lol. Anyway, hope it wasn't crap! Enjoy!!! And thanks again to you, spinshadow@lj.com! ::kissu cheek once more:: *
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