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The Touch of Darkness	By : Erzulie Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1332 -:- 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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Part Three – The Beautiful One

Kyo stood outside of the club, waiting for his best friend to join him before he went inside. After all, going here was Shinya’s idea anyway. This was very unlike either of them, but Shinya was trying to get over a bad breakup, so ‘people watching’ was a way for him to avoid a bad case of the blues. Kyo was the first person he’d asked to come along, and Kyo knew why. He wasn’t going to say no to trying to cheer up a friend, and besides, people watching meant idiot bashing . . . so of course, that in its self meant Kyo was in. Besides, he thought to himself, it’s been awhile since I’ve been out.

So, that’s how he found himself outside of this club, waiting for Shinya to join him. Kyo was dressed in a black, sleeveless sheer shirt that showed off his tattoos and his toned abs. He had this paired with leopard print pants, a wide black belt loaded with studs, his black combat boots, and a thick leather dog collar that covered up the double wounds which had so mysteriously appeared on his neck last night. He plays with his collar as he waits, toying with the large silver spikes that grace the leather. Kyo sighs to himself, wishing Shinya would hurry up. Tattooed, spindly fingers keep tugging at the dog collar, as if it were uncomfortably tight – though it was not. His pale amber eyes dart about, studying people around him. He wished he could sink into the wall, feeling self-conscious. He’d worn all of his piercings that evening, along with thick eyeliner and black lipstick. His bleached blonde hair was spiked wildly. Dressed to draw attention. At the moment, he was regretting the choice of such display. This club was far more Shinya’s style than his own . . . Kyo basically stood out like a sore thumb here. He sighs to himself, restraining a snarl when he feels people look for too long. Lifting his eyes to glower at someone, he’s stopped midway when his cell phone rings. He takes it out immediately, happy for the distraction and hoping it was his friend telling him he was almost there, or that they’re location for the night had changed.

“Shinya….” Kyo’s voice is deep, there’s agitation in his tone that he can’t keep from it.

“Kyo.” His friend’s tone was low, almost timid. A sign that the news the familiar voice was about to give would not be to the bleached blonde youth’s liking.

“Shin-kun, where are you?”

“Getting ready. I got held up at work.” The voice on the other end of the phone connection stated, the apology unspoken but clear in his tone. Kyo sighs, covering his eyes lightly with the side of his hand, careful not to smear his eyeliner. “Look, Kyo, just go on inside, alright? I know you’re waiting outside, you always do. I’ll be there soon. I’ll find you, I doubt it will be too hard…”

“Yeah . . .” The blonde grumbles, uncovering his eyes and putting one fist on his hips, glowering lightly at nothing. “Not too hard at all. Just look in the direction everyone is starring, ne?”

“Kyo-kun….” Shinya sighs, at a loss for what to say. He sounds almost hurt, and it makes Kyo relent. Just a tiny bit, that is.

“Shinya-kun, just . . . get here, alright?”

“Hai. I won’t be too long.” There’s a tiny smile in Shinya’s voice that the short youth can’t mistake. “And Kyo . . .”

“Nani?”

“Don’t try to kill anyone, okay?”

“I’ll do my best, but I’m not making any promises.” Kyo smirks. “Just –please- hurry!”

“I am.” Shinya stresses the fact in his words.

“Faster!” Kyo orders, smile on his face.

“Bye.” The voice on the other end of the connection is grumbling as the blonde youth laughs.

“Later.” They hang up at the same time, and Kyo tucks his phone away, then moves from the wall, going towards the line for admittance into the club. He feels like a fish out of water, and wishes it were winter so he could have a huge coat to huddle and disappear into. No such luck, of course. Kyo stands there, wishing the wait was over so he could get inside and find a booth in the shadowy back corner, so he could get lost in darkness and hide from the eyes of others as he waited for Shinya to get there. But once more, he had little luck. The line’s pace was slightly slower than that of a snail.

Die watches the young man fidget uncomfortably in the formed line. The youth looks so very out of place, so very lost . . . it makes him smile. He admires his prey from afar, knowing that he himself would have no trouble getting in. After all, he knew the owner of this club very intimately. She was one of his more preferred donors. The woman would have dismissed Kyo for being too wild looking, but then, the owner always did have mild tastes. Die was as wild as she got, and that relationship was one that had been forced into birth. Die puts his mind back on Kyo, watching him get closer and closer to the front of the line. His attention flicks to the doorman, who has spotted the bleached blonde boy and is smirking harshly at him. The vampire touches into the doorman’s thoughts, and he growls softly at the man’s thoughts on Kyo . . . his own thoughts becoming immediately protective, though he doesn’t really understand why. He does not linger on this though, he would figure out this strange compulsion to protect the boy beyond him being his rightful prey later. He works on clouding the doorman’s thoughts . . . Die pushes the image of Kyo, helpless and naked in a nearby alleyway out of the man’s mind, growling as he does so at the scene of the would-be rape, and replaces them with more harmless, far more positive thoughts. The cruel negativity, the predatory wants, were softened into slight lust and the want to admit the blonde into his Mistress’s domain. When Kyo reached the door, he would be admitted inside with no problem, no comments on how he looked, no being shoved aside or stalked down for unwanted games later.

Kyo enters the club, not realizing that someone had manipulated his way in for him. Despite the stares, he didn’t know about how picky the club was about appearances of the patrons. The blonde walks through, trying to avoid as many bodies as possible while he goes. He navigates along the wall, one beringed and tattooed hand guiding him as he feels over the bricks, as if he were reading them like a blind man reads Braille, as if the bricks would tell him how to escape. As he went, he murmured annoyed curses at Shinya. Leave him to find a place like this . . . and pick it out for them to go to, without telling Kyo in full detail what it was like. He doesn’t look at the fact he should have asked about it before agreeing to the outing. Kyo rolls his eyes, then finally finds the safety of a back booth, lodge in shadows, just like he’d been hoping to discover. He sighs with relief, making a bee-line for the salvation of darkness before him.

“Sir, that booth is reserved.” Comes a haughty voice. Kyo looks over to see a young man with slick back hair and an Armani suit glaring lightly at him. The blonde’s eyes return the look, and he opens his mouth to spit venom and fire at the club worker, but he finds himself gasping for breath as a pair of strong arms slip around his waist, and a mouth settles next to his ear. Kyo catches his breath, going still in the stranger’s arms, his eyes wide. He knows there’s a look of complete surprise on his face, a blush on his cheeks.

“Yes, it’s reserved.” The owner of the arms and the mouth states. The voice is warm, rich, alive with erotic promises that Kyo is sure he is the only one whom can hear. The sound makes the young blonde’s body tingle in excitement. The suited youth is looking at them with a raised eyebrow. Obviously, the guy recognized whomever it was that was holding Kyo in such an intimate fashion. “And this pretty thing here is right where he should be. So… go about your way, ne?” There’s a smile in the voice. The suit rolls his eyes lightly and leaves as bidden -annoyance clear on his face.

When he’s gone, the body behind Kyo pulls away, leaving the youth free to act. He turns to the owner of the strong arms and the sexy voice, getting ready to . . . to. . Well, something. But, he’s stopped short of spitting whatever venom which can come to his lips when he saw the man that had ‘saved’ him from the wrath of the seat Nazi. Kyo just stares at the very handsome man, mouth open softly. He is tall, shoulders broad, strong jawed, masculine but with somehow catty features. His eyes are deep black, glassy, alluring in their perfection, their knowledge. It feels like those eyes are undressing him, slowly, touching him somehow, caressing him. Kyo pulls back, trying not to guard himself with his arms, not wanting to look as vulnerable as he feels. He sees the full lips twitch into a smile, the obsidian eyes sparkling with dark amusement. He continues to study this piece of human artistry, his own eyes wary, a warning to stay away clear in them. Kyo likes the guy’s hair the best of him. It was dyed red, between crimson and bright, it was short, but not choppy, like his own. It was spiked, though neatly. Like the style of a jock and a punk mixed together. The double-sided feel of the man’s personality was apparent, as well as highly attractive to Kyo. He can feel himself blushing, trying to cast his eyes away from the strong presence before him, the smirk on the full lips making him shiver. Kyo hated how shy he felt. His eyes slowly cast down the body, trying to take his mind off how he felt. He liked the guy’s clothing too. Solid black suit. The only ‘color’ there was the silver of two wallet chains. Kyo smiled to see them; he had four of his own hanging out of his pockets. Stupid common ground, but it was common ground just the same, right? Right. Kyo finally looks away fully, his fingers going to rub the back of his neck. They slide under the dog collar, as if drawn under it by some strange force, running forward a bit to brush over the twin wounds on his neck. The man in black with red-red hair is starring at him, watching him with the eyes of a hungry, knowing animal. Kyo feels even smaller than he knows he is, vulnerable and open to this apparent predator before him. He dislikes the feeling greatly, his mood slipping into its danger zone.

“Well?” The man in black’s voice breaks through the silence and the thick tension, but it does not shatter the latter. “Won’t you sit with me?”

Kyo looks up as the man approaches him, the strong fingers moving to his own on his neck. The other comes up and both hands move to unfasten the collar that looks so uncomfortable on the youth. Kyo tried to pull back, but the man catches him with one arm moving to go firmly around his waist, holding him tightly against his own strong but thin body. Kyo’s struggle is in vain, he isn’t going anywhere, and he knows it, deep inside, he knows it. Fears making his pulse pound faster and faster, fears making him more and more aroused as the moments pass. The man works his collar off, and then the wounds are revealed. The red head smiles to see them, and Kyo shivers against him, seeing something deep in the man’s black, feline eyes that he can’t place as friendly or cruel.

“Who are you?” Kyo whispers body as his body quivers lightly in the man’s arms. His heart rate is so rapid, his body poised for fight or flight. . Or fuck.

“I’m Die.” The reply is whispered, the lips are smiling almost cruelly, obsidian eyes locked on pale amber ones. “Now, sit with me, beautiful one. I won’t take no for an answer…”
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