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Voyage sans Retour	By : 3nfantterrible Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 750 -:- 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.

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Disclaimer: not owning anybody, apart from the OCs. Credit for the title goes to Malice Mizer; it was originally the title of one of their tours. Not making any money writing this.

Synopsis: On one of his usual "adventures", young, free-spirited and rebellious Toshiya encounters a mysterious aristocrat; after accepting his overly strange job offer, Toshiya moves to a luxurious countryside estate. Soon, the behavior of his new master starts getting stranger and stranger. However, Toshiya is busy hiding his own secrets.

Comments: Ok, here comes chapter 2 ^_^ Please comment so that I know whether it's worth continuing this story or not! This is my first fic ever, so please don't be too harsh. I'd love to hear some constructive criticism though. Don't worry if something appears to be just plain weird to you; I'll make sure it all makes sense in the end ^_~ And still no new appearances and no pairings... Don’t kill me!

And there they were - in a ladies' restroom of a dirty underground station. Toshiya was just adding finishing touches to his make-up, not paying the slightest attention to his companion, who was sitting on the floor digging inside his bag, or to women who would walk in and out of the restroom.

The cut was apparently deeper than Toshiya had initially thought - it was bound to leave an ugly scar. "Damn you mother," he let out a soft murmur, putting some make-up on the cut in an attempt to mask it up. He succeeded in doing so quite easily - in the dim light of the restroom, his skin shone flawlessly, like a fragile piece of porcelain. Toshiya touched the place of the cut with his fingertips and frowned - though it couldn't be seen under all that make-up, the cut could clearly be felt when touched. Yes, there was definitely going to be a scar. Toshiya's lips trembled. His mother's hatred had marred his beauty, and now, he was doomed to carry the symbol of it. The scar.

No, no. Toshiya shook his head. Sudden realization struck him. It was the past, all that had happened until this very moment, yes, the past already, he got over it, if not before, than here and now, facing his own reflection in the dirty restroom mirror. From now on, his mother would be a part of his past. Nothing more. He was Hara Toshimasa, he was not his mother; he was responsible neither for the pain she had had to go through, nor her own past mistakes, he was solely responsible for whom he himself was, and the blood that ran inside his veins, that he shared with his mother, was far from enough to make him guilty for what she had experienced in her life. He nodded his head, finally feeling reassured. He wouldn't let the past or any aspect of it haunt him like that. Not even if it were his mother.

When Toshiya was finally done with his make-up, he straightened up, eyeing his reflection in the mirror with evident satisfaction. The pink haired "fairy" was about to say something, but his words died within his throat without escaping it as soon as he lifted his head. In front of him, stood the most beautiful thing one could ever imagine, or possibly dream of; it was something unearthly, something that wasn't meant to exist in this material world; and though its beauty made it look like some kind of a deity, at the same time, it was something strongly sensual, something awakening human lust. It was a sin itself - in the most perfect form.

Slightly pulling down a narrow scrap of material one could hardly call a skirt, Toshiya smiled mischievously. "Shall we go?"

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They took a subway to one of the most fashionable areas of the city. The district had already started living its nighttime life. Sleepy and relatively empty in the daytime, the area would come back to life as soon as the sun went down. Toshiya looked at the glimmering sea of lights. For someone who was new here, turning around a corner was enough to get lost. And oh how dangerous was it, too. Toshiya smirked. He wasn't new.

"Totchi boy... You sure you wanna do this?" Aya said anxiously, barely able to keep up with his friend's fast pace.

Toshiya turned back to face Aya, greatly annoyed. "Now what? Aren't you the one who wanted to do that tonight in the first place?" Seeing his best friend's teary eyes and a twitching lower lip made him soften his tone. "Jeez, don’t be such a coward, silly. We’ve done it thousands of times.”

Aya didn’t answer, just nodded his head somewhat hesitantly.

“Got sneakers?”

“Uh huh.”

“Hope you can change your shoes fast…”

“I… stop it! When you start talking like that, I get a feeling something bad is definitely going to happen!”

“Ah whatever,” said Toshiya nonchalantly, not paying much attention to his friend’s remark. “You can run with these anyway, I’ve seen it before,” he spoke, smirking, pointing to Aya’s pink heels. “Now, Aya, what’s your name?”

“Yoko?”

“That’s my boy. Yoko. And what’s mine for tonight?”

“Mayumi?”

“Perfect. Yoko and Mayumi. Let’s say we’re… second-year French students. Where do we come from and what the hell are we doing here?”

“O-Osaka… We’re from Osaka. And we came here to v-visit your a-auntie.” Poor Aya, he always started stuttering when he was overwhelmed with anxiety. ‘I do need to get myself a new partner in crime,’ Toshiya thought, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. ‘This boy’s gonna get us in trouble one day.’ But turning back to his friend to offer a cigarette and seeing his big teary deer eyes, Toshiya couldn’t help but smile softly and pull his friend into his embrace. The idea of getting “someone new” was hypocritical, for he would never leave Aya – his best friend, his only true friend. All that they had been through… what power in the world could possibly be mighty enough to cross it all out of their past, of their own memory?

“Aya, remember, Yoko, Mayumi, Osaka, second-year French students, auntie,” Toshiya repeated patiently after throwing what was left of his cigarette into the dark.

“Got it, Totchi boy.”

“Let’s go then. Oh, and Aya?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t call me Totchi boy when we get there!!”
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They entered a crowded nightclub. It was one of those Toshiya would typically choose for business: pretentious, overcharging, snobby yet (or thus) fashionable. In Toshiya’s mind, each of these words was a synonym for success in what he was doing.

Before starting another hard night working, they decided to have a drink. However, the journey to the bar took quite some time, as Toshiya, walking hand in hand with Aya so that the boy wouldn’t get lost in the raving crowd, had to answer to people saying “Hi” or “What’s up babe” to him, both men and women, some of whom he knew and some of whom he didn’t. Though he had never been to this club before, he was a well-known party girl or boy (whichever he would prefer on a particular night) in certain parts of Tokyo. He was popular; wherever he would go, he would win instant, total, and unquestionable popularity; he was self-confident; sometimes, his confidence would go to extremes; at times like these, one could easily call him arrogant or bitchy. Still, his confidence was something that drew people to him; some might think it was his beauty, but really it was his confidence that was the source of his irresistible sexiness. And, yes, he was sexy – sexy enough for every man and woman to lose their minds over him. Toshiya knew it all too well. He enjoyed it, yes, he did, more than one could possibly imagine, he had been waiting for approval for too many years, and he was worth it all. Still, what always surprised him at moments like these was that he would suddenly feel a light sadness sting him; he would search for answers deep down inside himself, but there would be no one and nothing to provide them. All Toshiya knew is that here, in the middle of this partying crowd, he felt lonely as ever. He gripped Aya’s hand harder.

After finally reaching the bar and ordering their drinks, the boys installed themselves on the barstools. Toshiya lit up his cigarette.

“You know,” he started dreamily, “I have a thing for straight boys. That’s why I enjoy this so much… Even if it’s just work… Even if it’s just pretending, committing a crime, and running away…”

“Totchi boy… Don’t talk like this. It makes me feel… I don’t know… lonely?”

“How do you think it makes me feel?..”

Suddenly, both of them went silent. Clear English, spoken by two masculine voices, could be heard even through the noise of the nightclub, at least for Toshiya and Aya, who were masterly at their craft.

Toshiya strained his ears. Yes, two masculine voices. He quickly paid for the drinks. It was the last time he was paying for something himself that night. The prey was close, all he needed was to cast a net.

A/N: Ok, no new appearances in this chapter. This got longer than I thought, so I decided to post it now. Still no parings at all… But be patient! And please tell me what you think *blushes*
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