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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: *Woot!* I can't believe I'm so productive! Here comes chapter 3 ^^ Hope you’ll like it; there’s more action, and a new character finally enters the scene. Please tell me what you think *hints*

They would usually go for foreigners. They were easy; pockets stuffed with cash were nice, but far from everything. Dealing with foreigners involved less risk; typically being only temporary guests in Tokyo, they would usually be celebrating the night before their departure in clubs or pubs when Aya and Toshiya would meet them, and that was when the boys would kindly take them under their wing. Far from eager to get deeper into this mess, they would leave Tokyo the next day, furious at every Harajuku girl, but really doing nothing about what happened to them. Even if they weren’t leaving the next day, they wouldn’t go to the police either; they never spoke Japanese well enough to possess enough confidence for something as big as that. But most importantly, they would be dying of shame. What proud Briton, French or Chinese would like to admit he was fooled by a pair of girls?

Toshiya opened his bag and took a black dab out of it. Soon, the dab turned into a pair of long, black, elegant laced gloves. Another pair, this time a pink one, was handed to Aya. Pulling them on, Toshiya got off the barstool and walked lazily in the direction of the voices, with his friend following him behind. Just around the corner of the bar, they saw a table occupied by two English gentlemen in their late fifties. Toshiya licked his lips. Perfect. He threw a shameless glance at the two men. The answer came instantly. Toshiya smiled to himself. Their faces were screaming to him, “Do whatever you like with us, fool us, rob us, run away!” Time to roll up one’s sleeves.

The battle of meaningful glances didn’t take long. Soon, one of the men got up from the table, walked over to the two friends and pleasantly enquired whether the two lovely ladies would be kind enough to join them at their table. Hanging back from Toshiya and Aya’s side didn’t live long; after all, it was all that they were secretly waiting for. All three soon went back to the table and settled down comfortably; the waiter brought the ordered drinks.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Mayumi,” Toshiya bowed, “And tis is my furiendu, Yoko.”

“Oh, may I ask you… Why are you both wearing gloves?”

A faint smile crept to Toshiya’s face. “Te ratest fashion sucureamu at Harajuku.”

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After a few drinks and a rather pleasant conversation, which demanded a great deal of effort from both Toshiya and Aya when combining their poor English knowledge together, Toshiya’s cheerful voice suddenly died down. He leaned on the table, resting on his elbows, and started shaking lightly; after a moment, a rasping cough escaped his throat. He lifted his head; in the feeble light of the club, his face looked pale, his lips were visibly trembling. The cough was followed by another one, that one by another, until it got annoying persistent.

“I’m… sorry… I… don’t… feer… too… wer!” Toshiya managed to gasp out between coughs. Tears, caused by that nasty cough, were glimmering on his porcelain skin.

That was when Aya came back to life. He had remained rather quiet during the most of the evening, mostly listening to other people speak, while pressing closely and rather cozily on the side of one of the gentlemen, which was something he really had no complaints about. So the avalanche of words from Aya that stroke the two gentlemen now made them realize just how serious the situation was.

“Oh, no!! M-Mayumi durank t-too much again! It a-aruways happens w-when she durinks t-too much!! And sh-sh-she mostu rikery didn’t take her m-medicine, too! I must t-take her to the ba-baturoomu!!”

“No… no need…” Toshiya choked on his words. “Just… take me out for a minute… I need some… furesh air…”

The two English gentlemen now sat pale as death itself, blinking at each other, clearly concerned with the beautiful Mayumi’s state of health, but not sure what to do. As soon as they recovered from the initial shock, they suggested calling the ambulance, but “Yoko” insisted it would be the best if “she” helped her friend outside for a few minutes. Mayumi would get better soon, “she” assured the gentlemen; it wasn’t anything serious, it happened quite often, due to Mayumi’s little tolerance to alcohol. The gentlemen wouldn’t even notice, and they’d be back, “she” said, leaving her bag where it sat previously as an assurance that they would come back and continue the lovely evening with the two men.

The journey to the entrance took what seemed like forever. When they finally got out, they turned around the corner, walked a bit till no people could be seen around, and crashed right there, on the bare ground. They were both exhausted yet happy. Toshiya wiped the dripping sweat from Aya’s forehead. They smiled to each other. They did it again.

There was no time for a long rest, though; it was only a question of time when the two gentlemen back in the club would start to wonder what took the lovely ladies so long; after twenty minutes or so, their surprise would turn into worry; it wouldn’t take too long that, looking for an answer, they would most likely dare open Aya’s bag. Only to find it stuffed with nothing but old newspapers. Then, at some point, the gentleman Aya had been leaning to the whole night, overwhelmed with strange uneasiness, would perhaps decide to check the pockets of his jacket; and find out that his expensive leather wallet was missing. But by that time, Toshiya and Aya would be gone without any hope to find them in the dense tangle of narrow streets.

“The haul would better be worth the show I put on tonight,” Toshiya smirked, “Let’s see what we got.”

God knows where from, Aya produced a big leather wallet. The smooth leather shone under the dim streetlight as if promising the boys they wouldn’t be disappointed by its content. With keen anticipation, Aya opened it. There laid a thick bundle of yens. Toshiya smiled, taking the money and putting it inside his bag. The wallet, with anything that was left inside it - credit cards, identity card, driver’s license, family pictures – was tossed away in the direction of the club.

“But still, it was a nice bag, you know… A fine bag in a lovely shade of pink, and I just had to leave it like that,” Aya complained.

Toshiya couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll get you another one. We better get going now.”

He opened his bag once again. Taking out a plastic bag with two pairs of sneakers in it, he sat down on the pavement once again, this time to change his shoes; Aya did the same.

Peeling off his long black gloves, Toshiya smiled to his friend winningly. “Care to go for a snack? The old man’s paying.”

And then, they disappeared into the dark.

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They had late dinner at a lousy 24/7 cafeteria. Though they remained within the same area, Toshiya made sure it was far enough from the club they had previously paid a visit to. As careless as he might have seemed, he got very cautious when it came to the risk of getting caught – there was nothing in the world he valued as much as his freedom, not even his beauty; beauty was something too fragile, too relative, and Toshiya, to the surprise of many, was not as vain. Yes, all that he had was his freedom. Even if it was just another word for nothing left to lose.

Sipping his coffee, which had already gotten cold, Toshiya peeked at his watch. It wasn’t even midnight. Usually, they would repeat their show only two or three times a night, since it was very exhausting and equally risky. After a night like that, they wouldn’t resort to their activities for another three weeks or so – just enough for the fuss to die down, in case there was any.

“Totchi boy? W-what do you s-say if we go home n-now? I don’t feel l-like doing this tonight a-a-anymore,” Aya stated, fearfully waiting for Toshiya’s reaction.

Toshiya immediately snapped out of his thoughts. “No, seriously! Aya! What’s wrong with you tonight? We’re doing great, chill out, boy! Just another little job or two, and we’re off to our warm beds!”

Aya was hesitating. “I d-don’t know, T-Totchi boy… I j-just… have t-this hunch. A-as if… something b-bad is going to h-happen.”

“Oh come on! What’s up with you tonight, Aya? All right, here’s my promise – one last job tonight, and we’re going straight home. Deal?” Toshiya asked. Deep inside, he didn’t feel good pressurizing his friend like that.

But why was Toshiya so insistent? It was clearly not the money he was after; sure, he liked to live large, he enjoyed buying things that he could’ve never dreamt of laying his hands on when he was a child; still, that wasn’t the point. Had it been for the money, he could’ve never ignored his only friend’s wishes so easily and risked getting them in a serious trouble. Rather than that, it was something else, something very different from money. All his life, everyone he had ever met had tried hard to force him to be someone he wasn’t, people wanted to see him pretending, pulling on masks rather that showing his real self. Being who he really felt he was equaled a crime; it was intolerable, unjustifiable, it was something one had to be punished for severely. People did not take him for whom he was; he was too different; an outsider, a stranger. He ran his fingers along his jaw line. Aya being the only exception, everyone else were the same: his teachers, his cruel classmates, boys in the dormitory, co-workers, his own goddamned mother – everyone.

He had gotten into the game. On nights like these, pretending felt strangely comforting; he liked giving out fake names, making up stories about who he was and what he did; they were oh so very different from what his real life was like. At some point, he would start believing his own lies. That was when he would truly feel safe, out of reach of the cruel mockery of his own existence, locked in the warm and comforting embrace of illusions. And that, there, would be his only brief moments of happiness.

Aya sighed. All right. Not that he had much of a choice anyway. “Deal.”

“Great. Finish your coffee, we’re off to the bathroom to fix our make-up.”

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After some time of wandering and discussions, they finally got into another club. This one was pretty much the same as the one they had been to previously; wasn’t Toshiya sure this club was located on the other side of the district, he could’ve easily mistaken it for the first one. Not that he cared much; after that night’s early successes, he was feeling confident as ever; not even his companion’s sombre mood could ruin his own. So he strolled leisurely across the club, humming a tune inside his head, looking for yet another potential victim, with Aya shuffling behind him.
Suddenly, just like it would always happen, Toshiya’s sensitive ears picked up a melodious voice speaking Chinese somewhere really close. Toshiya tensed up; as soft as the voice was, it was clearly masculine. Just as he was about to take a look around in an attempt to spot his prey-to-be, he felt Aya poking his side.

“Hey, hey, Totchi boy! Look at the man over there in that champagne colored suit! Looks quite a piece of candy, doesn’t he, Totchi boy? And I bet his pockets are bursting at the seams with cash, too!”

Toshiya smirked at his friend’s words. He lifted his head to look for the said man. And there he was, not too far away from them, the back of his fancy suit and his blonde hair facing them. One of his hands was stuffed leisurely into his pocket; the other was holding his cell phone pressed to his ear. He was speaking Chinese. That was him. The man with the velvet voice.

Toshiya had no idea why, but suddenly he felt he was struck dumb with awe. For a split second, he had a violent, irrational urge to just get out of there, no matter what. After it passed, Toshiya felt his confidence come back. He was ready for putting on yet another show.

‘But… A Chinese with blonde hair?’

Just as that thought crossed his mind, the man stopped talking, put his telephone into his jacket’s pocket, and turned around, and that was when Toshiya and Aya faced him.

He was young, somewhere around his early thirties or so, though guessing his age was surprisingly hard. He was divinely handsome. But, above all, what Toshiya could feel almost painfully strongly even being some twenty feet away from the man, was that he was surrounded with strange, indefinable aura of mystery.

The man noticed the two “ladies” instantly. A charming, yet somewhat melancholic smile flickered across his face. After a short moment of thinking something to himself, he approached Toshiya and Aya.

He was Asian. But by no means was he Chinese.

“Good evening, ladies. A lovely party, isn’t it? Enjoying yourselves? What would you say if I offered you to join me and my friends at our table?”

Toshiya felt hypnotized by the stranger’s voice. It felt like a flow of a mighty river, and now it took him together with it and carried away and there was no way back. There was simply no way he could walk out of that club now.

“Oh, I must apologize, I haven’t even introduced myself,” the man said. “My name is Camui Gackt, but please do call me Gackt.”

A/N: Whoa, this is the longest chapter I’ve written so far! 8DD I had planned so much more for this chapter, but it again got too long. Ok, some comments on what I have written:
Sorry for making the scene with the English men so long. I just wanted you to give some understanding of what it was that Toshiya and Aya were doing. I also wanted to show that usually it _worked_. I apologize any English readers out there, I really meant no offence for you by letting Toshiya and Aya fool these two men, I could’ve taken any nationality so I just hope you take no offence because I honestly did not intend to offend anyone.
Also, sorry for kind of pathetic attempts to depict Toshiya and Aya’s broken English; I just thought it would sound more convincing if they wouldn’t speak good English. Lol.
And lastly, Gackt. I don’t know how good he is in Chinese, but in Moonchild he spoke it, means it was enough to fool Aya and Toshiya, who don’t speak it themselves, just are able to distinguish it. Also, I know that a lot of people are not too fond of Gackt. Don’t worry, he will not play a major role in this fic.
Ok, sorry for the long rant. Please tell me what you think. Was it any good? x_X
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