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Ash and Rain	By : corrodedcage Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > D'espairs Ray Views: 1534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of D'espairsRay. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Well-- this chapter came a lot slower than I had expected it to. Another huge thank you to the people who are still reading this... and even more for those select people who bother to review. Honestly, you guys really make my day☆ ♥

Nee... Tsukasa's POV and a little third person POV.

[Even Our Feelings are Overrated]

I swore to myself in silent desperation. No one else was there to hear me, though I had made the intermingled anger and confusion I was boiling with known by delivering a forward blow to the defenseless wall ahead of me. The outcome of the impact between my knuckles and the hardened plaster barely registered in my mind-- even when small beads of red had begun to surface over the now-raw flesh it had so thoughtlessly abraded.

Oh, who really gave a shit about that though... I certainly didn't.

Right then, I was just too fucking angry. Too enraged. Too--

...... distraught?

Gradually, I'd found my knees betraying what sad amounts of trust I'd placed in them... though it was a betrayel I probably should have anticipated in the first place. In a matter of seconds, they'd decided to give out on me completely-- causing my tired, aching body to melt downwards and closer to the dusty hardwood floor with each sinking motion.

Initially, the question of what use there was in acting so totally worked-up over the situation had struck me; however, upon further evalutation, I concluded what really served no use was my pretending like I hadn't been worked-up over it. Heedless to any desire I may have secretly harbored towards the notion, Hizumi and I were not in a relationship together, nor had we ever been (and probably never would be either for that matter). The bottom line was... Hizumi was going to do as he damn well pleased, and that was just another bite-you-in-the-ass fact of life that I didn't want to accept.

I couldn't completely retain my wayward curiousty though; was this how things were going to be? If I didn't respond to Hizumi's attentions, I should from there, count on finding him upon his hands and knees the next day, sucking off another band member? Hah. Imagine my imminent surprise (and horror) when I'd just so happened upon my closest friend with his mouth consentingly wrapped around The Enemy's equally compliant dick.

That... delightful portrait of unadulterated disgust had since been burned into my mind, and from there had managed to divest me of both logical thought and sleep alike for the duration of the previous evening in its entirety. Had any been on tap, I would have drowned what pathetic sorrows I'd collected via the dizzying taste of alcohol. But my thoughts were like an epidemic lacking a proper vaccination. There was nothing to rid me of them; only things to stave them off for a short period of time before they just converged on me once again.

... but wasn't it also a fact that some sicknesses simply... needed to run their course? Even if doing so entailed a possible... spreading of the infection?

An idea had struck me right then. One that undoubtedly merited every cruel, inhumane name, taunt, or jeer the rest of society had seemingly christened me with, devoid of remorse when doing so. My going through with this idea would only cause all of those people to have been right all along. Doing it really would make me nothing but a monster...

... and yet...

I had somehow managed to align the flat of my back with the abused wall behind me, no longer slumping dejectedly against its surface. Any and all morals I'd held seemed so far away now...

The upward curve donning my lips only served to confirm that.

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Everything was as I'd expected it to be the next day at practice. Hizumi did his best to avoid not only me, but his newfound fuck-buddy as well-- remaining perfectly silent unless he was addressed with issues concerning the band. Zero sat perched across from the vocalist, strumming a repetitive rhythm over and over on his bass with a wandering gaze to indicate his full awareness of missing out on something or another. Most likely though, the bassist would figure out what the status quo was soon enough. Zero had always been the surreptitious type, and (when left to his own devices) could normally succeed in gathering desired information without so much as a peep.

And then, there was Karyu... looking even more sullen than usual. He stared doggedly into the clipboard where the band's practice schedule had been hurriedly scribbled at the beginning of the week, the bags underlining both of his eyes looking as though they'd darkened several shades since I'd seen him last. While this was greatly amusing, I was without the coquettish mood required to fully appreciate such an occurrence on that particular morning... For obvious reasons.

Karyu had been speaking for the greater good of five or six minutes straight, attempting to talk over the hum of Zero's bass-lines (to which some of his more imperceptible statements were lost). No one seemed to mind it though. This was how Karyu always got when he was trying to avoid or take his thoughts off something that was plaguing him.

"So... with that being said, we'll be having a live every night for the remainder of the week." Karyu concluded his long-winded rant, glowering as he looked up to see three pairs of eyes beaming back at him in muted disbelief. "JUST-- don't even say anything..." The first word of his sentence had half surfaced as a shout, though the remainder of it smoothed into a few more snippets of his ordinary exhausted speech.

"... And why not? It's pretty fucking obvious no one else thinks it's a good idea." A small fraction of my anger had evaded my silence, evidently unafraid of making a name for itself with the rebellious tone it had donned. Besides-- I was positive the other two men shared similar (if not the same) sentiments. Unlike me, they were just too damn afraid to voice them.

One of the guitarist's pale eyelids gave an addled twitch in response. Clearing his throat, Karyu pulled the clipboard upwards-- resting the bottom edge of it against his denim-clad thigh while allowing his fingers to toy with the metal clasp situated at the top. For a moment or two he'd looked mad as hell... but his anger had skillfully crafted itself into a wry sort of sardonic smile, like he'd been plotting such an outcome all along.

"It's also pretty obvious... that if I'd wanted your opinion, Oota... I would've fucking asked for it."

I wasn't even sure why I tried to restrain the roll of my eyes. Well... I suppose that some small part of me wanted to at least pretend I was more mature than him. Fsh. It wasn't like maturity earned you many points at this band's practices though.

"Was it so obvious?" I paused, proceeding to challenge him with a similar smile of my own. "Because the way you were just sitting there, eyeball-fucking us led me to believe that you wanted to hear our opinions on the matter." Now I was just giving Karyu a hard time. That skinny bastard deserved it though.

The rubber stoppers on the bottom of Karyu's chair made a deep rumbling in protest as said inhabitant of the chair jolted himself away from the seat, towering over the three of us who were still sitting down. The tall blonde took a single pace backwards, suggestive of a wobbley newborn fawn-- toiling away in a sorry effort to make its very first steps.

"You know what? Screw this." Karyu hissed impetuously. His clipboard was sent careening into the metal seating of his chair, causing a loud clatter to reverberate throughout the room. The action had been enough to halt Zero's mindless strumming and earn a visible flinch from Hizumi. I, however, remained completely motionless-- a scrutinizing gaze still leisurely panning over the mentally incapacitated guitarist.

Muttering a few more distant and derrogatory remarks, Karyu pivoted his spindley body away from us and began to beeline towards the main studio's exit. "If you don't like the way things are run around here, then make up your own goddamned schedule..." Flinging the door open, Karyu curtly departed the rest of the band's company-- leaving me with an utterly bewildered Zero and humbled-looking Hizumi.

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His pace hadn't slackened one bit as the tall blonde man tore feverishly down the narrow hallway, desperate to get away from his bandmates but more than anything-- desperate to get away from that uncultured hellion Tsukasa. Karyu slowed eventually though, having almost reached the hallway's dead end where (instead of going left to exit the building) he took a sharp right-- ducking into the solitude of the band's main sound and engineering room and shutting the door quickly behind him.

It was dark inside, the only light provided by the dim glowing of computer screens several feet across from where he stood. Karyu didn't mind the darkness though. In fact, it was a welcome barter for the main studio's harsh flourescent lighting and the quibble of his bandmates. That, and the blistering stroll he'd just taken was already starting to catch up with him. The musician shuffled several steps away from the threshold and exhaled once. Deeply.

Jesus Christ. If Karyu had had it his way in the beginning, Tsukasa would've gotten his sorry ass kicked to the curb before any of this tedious bullshit even had a chance to develop.

The only real reason Tsukasa had become a part of D'espairsRay was due to Hizumi's vocal talent catching Karyu's eye. The two of them had originally met at a local show, quite a few years back when Karyu had first mentioned the possibility of wanting to include Hizumi in a future project of his. At the time he hadn't yet managed to find a suitable drummer for this project either, so (per Hizumi's suggestion) Karyu had decided to pluck Tsukasa from his position in Le'veil as well.

For the sake of developing the band's sound, it would have appeared as thought Karyu had made a wise choice in picking Tsukasa up, too. There were instances where Karyu would intentionally compose painfully complex drumlines; not because he'd actually intended his songs to turn out that way, but merely because he'd wanted to see if Tsukasa could perform them effectively. Few and far between did Tsukasa ever disappoint. Even when problems did arise in learning these new drumlines, they never remained problems for long. He hated to admit it, but no matter what Tsukasa did or said to him, the man was still an amazing drummer and had never once let Karyu down... musically.

Enough of that, though Karyu's sanity interjected, having realized he'd nearly been singing that ungrateful worm's praises. Gradually he was dragged back into full realization as to where he'd isolated himself, the fingers of his left hand pulling idly at a rebellious thread on the pocket of his jeans. "I wonder how long I should wait..." Karyu whispered plainly to himself, figuring that eventually his band members would either A-- come looking for him (haha, yeah right), or B-- just leave alltogether. Quite frankly, the latter of the two seemed far more likely than the first ever could.

Kicking a few stray wires away from him with the tip of his sneaker, Karyu began to take a step forward-- only to be violently jerked backwards into something warm. And hard.

Or was it... someone...?

The answer to his spur-of-the-moment question came quite suddenly as a palm clamped over his mouth, blotting out any sounds that may have wanted to escape from him. Karyu felt the pads of his assailant's fingers bare into his left cheek a bit; they were impossibly coarse, and littered with numerous calluses and blisters.

"I wouldn't move if I were you... That is-- unless you'd like me to paint a pretty mural on the walls with your insides..."

His captor's voice was venomous as it dared Karyu to even consider moving a muscle. Rising to the challenge, Karyu's thin arms began to shoot up from his sides in an attempt to retalliate. This was in vain however. It was no sooner that he'd begun to react that he found both of them fastened securely behind his back and grinding painfully into his lower spine.

"Ah, ah. What did I say...?" Chided the same feral voice as the hold upon him tightened even further like some cruel vice. Karyu felt his body being twirled around and in a flash found himself pinned face-first to the freezing concrete wall in front of him. Those rough fingers re-found the smooth flesh of his wrists and resumed their duty of holding his panicked form in place.

"W-what the hell is all this?" Karyu ground out, truly unsure as to why his voice remained at a whisper when he'd said it, slightly strained though it may have been. A single kick sent him crashing onto the ground, gathered against the wall in a pathetic-looking slump with a wince of evident discomfort written across his face.

The dark figure above him made a small noise of disgust, hinting rather obviously that he was disappointed at Karyu for not knowing why he was receiving such brutal treatment. "What is this?..." The other man spat, hooking his fingers into the fallen guitarist's hair and violently pulling him to his feet. "What is this...!?" The attacker's voice had since escalated in volume as he shook Karyu's limp body like a puppeteer would one of his marionettes.

For the first time Karyu stared his attacker in the eyes. They were dark, cold; lifeless and dead like the eyes of a shark. Residing somewhere in that desolate void of black though, there was a burning hatred-- staring gaping holes through Karyu's already frail body.

It was then that his own two eyes widened-- discovering just whom that other hateful and lifeless pair belonged to. The roaring jumble of emotions tumbling around inside of him quickly turned from panic to an indescribable breed of fear when the dominant of the two men leaned inwards, running his tongue almost playfully along Karyu's earlobe.

"This is vengeance."

A/N: Ahaha. Cut off right where the goods are going to begin... I've actually been in the mood to write lately, though... so maybe chapter five will come [significantly] quicker than this one did...? *nervous smile*
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