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The Voice of a Prophet	By : FilthyWarumono Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Dir en grey are real people and I do not know them. Simply expressing creativity and curiosity in a work of fiction. I am not making any profit from anything I do.

Chapter List
- 1-PROLOGUE
- 2-SETSUNA
- 3-SILVER COIN
- 4-MISSA
- 5-GARDEN
- 6-ZANGEKI NO YORU
- 7-JEALOUS
- 8-PROPHET
- 9-GAUZE
- 10-YUME
- 11-COURAGE
- 12-CAGE
- 13-CHARMING
- 14-TOMODACHI
- 15-SCARLET
- 16-MYAKU
- 17-OSAKA JO
- 18-HIMITSU
- 19-A KNOT
- 20-MACABRE
- 21-SHOWTIME
- 22-SHINJITSU
- 23-AKUMU
- 3
- 4
- 5
THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
Chapter Three
MISSA

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Our first concert as Dir en grey was small. That didn't matter though, as the screaming from the fans was still enough to deafen me. When the stage hands had pulled back the curtain revealing the five of us with our extraordinary costumes, our instruments set and ready, it was an uproar. It was amazing how quickly the crowd silenced though, when I parted my painted ebony lips and allowed for my rich voice to be echoed into the microphone before me.
"Even a moment of joy pains me through this long night..."
And then the audience exploded with energy as the rest of my band members joined in. I remember hearing the drums sounding strong behind me, surrounded by the screaming guitars on both of my sides, and the heavy pounding of a bass deep in my soul. I watched the crowd as they screamed and displayed so much enthusiasm, jumping up and down and cheering, waving their arms to the music. It was insane. I loved it.
"With a cold knife to close my eyes eternally..."
As I looked out it was a sea of one person, all moving with the music. My music. Cheering for us. If ever I tore my gaze away from the mesmerizing sight before me, I caught glimpses of the other musicians - Kaoru tossing his silken hair about as he played his heart out to the demanding fans, Toshiya bouncing with just as much energy as the crowd, Die strumming with so much speed and skill, and though I never really saw him behind me, I knew Shinya was throwing his entire body into hitting those drums.
Lifting a vinyl dressed hand I brushed a few run away black feathers out of my line of vision, part of the feathered hat I wore upon my head. My hair hung in my face - now a bright yellow-blonde color - and matching extensions cascaded down my shoulders and back. Taking a deep breath I began again, stepping up to the edge of the small stage in my tall, slick boots. "I don't need this body which will only grow weaker and rot, even though we could have loved each other forever. So that you'll love me this way always, I want to see your happy, smiling face forever..." I pointed out to the ocean of people as I sang, watching as they screamed at the movement. I could see their mouths moving to my words; hear them being one with me. Feeling my pain.
"When I swallow the capsule... that I always kept locked in my desk, we can kiss forever. How long has it been since then? Without you in my world, the sun has set. I've said goodbye to those around me one after another but, I gave you a kiss as you slept quietly. I've lived out the time without you, that can't be turned back." Had I wanted to, I'm sure I could have stepped right off of that stage, and not sunk to the ground. The bodies were all crammed up against the barricades, hands raised in praise. They would have been my support. "The memory tortures me, since then something new began. The flowers we grew together back then now bloom in profusion beautifully by your side. Even a moment of joy pains me through this long night, with a cold knife to close my eyes eternally..."
They screamed. Over and over and over again. Pacing my front area of the stage, I bounced lightly as the others played out their heavy beat, my feathers moving in my wake. Looking out over the excited people, I asked them. I demanded, that they tell me how much they hurt. That they scream back to me how much hurt they had inside. Lifting my gloved hands, beckoning with my slender fingers. I watched them with my wide, accentuated eyes. Dipping forward, the hands sprouting from the crowd like weeds - I felt them on me. They ran over my chest, my arms, my face.
It felt so good.
They wanted us, wanted so much more than we were giving them. They were restrained though; they weren't allowed to have any of us. We teased them with our music, with our motions. I teased them with my words. Opening my mouth I felt extended digits slip inside, and I teased them with a quick rub of my soft, pink tongue. Pulling away, I spun back to my band, and we continued to play, until our bodies were sore. Until my voice was hoarse. Until we were tired and spent.
The drums smashed a few more times, while the guitars sounded off their goodbye's. Toshiya had come up to the front with me, and with a jerk of his wrist, he tossed out his pick. It was amazing, to see the crowd dive in one fluid motion after the offered gift. I brought my fingers to my lips and blew a kiss, which resulted in another explosion of cheers. Kaoru soon moved to the front as well, having set his guitar aside for now, and tossed his own pick amongst the sea of people. I couldn't help but turn my head, pulling off my hat with a hand. It was far too hot for that - both the concert area and him. He wore a huge smile upon his gorgeous features - one that creased his cheeks in just the right places - and his eyes shone with the excitement, the happiness after playing. As Shinya tossed his drumsticks out I watched the wave move after them, and again as Die threw his pick into the people as well. I simply watched the fans scream and cheer, having nothing to give myself, so without a second thought, I dove right off of the stage and into their awaiting arms. It was all a blur after that, the hands rubbing all over my slender body, fingers grasping at bits and pieces of my costume. They would do anything to touch me. I don't even remember who it was that pulled me out, but whichever stage hand it was had jumped into the crowd and eventually aided in tugging me out of their clinging, demanding hold. Thankfully.

We all returned backstage eventually, completely tired and exhausted, but happy. I stepped into the room where the rest had beaten me - since it had taken a while to fish me out of the crowd after all - sweaty and weak. My costume had been opened in the struggle apparently, and the beads of sweat gathering on my chest and stomach told all too well how spent I was. Falling into a seat before one of the mirrors I peeled off my gloves with a sickening sound, before moving to brush my damp hair out of my eyes. Soon I saw a cigarette offered out of the corner of my eye and turning, I gratefully accepted it with a nod of my head and a soft, mumbled thank you as Die went about taking apart his concert attire as well.
"Sugoooi~..."
A small upturn of my lips happened unrepentantly as I heard my leader utter that in his tired voice. Casting a quick glance over my shoulder, I caught him lowering himself upon the couch with a content sigh. My dark eyes stayed glued on him for a while too, just taking in how comfortable he looked relaxing back into the cushions. As Toshiya emerged from the hallway though, bottles of water in his hands, my vision faltered. I accepted the drink with a smile and a nod of my head to him as well, eager to open it and allow for the cool liquid to wash down my throat and sooth away the pain. It was safe to say I liked this bassist.
"I got reservations for the bar down the street afterwards to celebrate," Die stated, with that broad grin ever plastered upon his face despite his hands working to remove the makeup.
"Awesome again!" Kaoru stated. I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath. I wasn't much of a drinker myself, the first time I tried any sort of drink like that I was sick to my stomach with alcohol poisoning so I vowed never to drink again, but I wouldn't stop anyone else from enjoying a drink or two. I would simply humor them and go along with, but I would probably stick to tea - or something else non-alcoholic.
"That was so much fun." Mumbled in awe, everyone went to removing their elegant costumes and makeup, taking down their colorful hair as they shared words about our first concert as Dir en grey. They were excited, as was I. We should have known though, the release of our first singles had been huge successes. We were a demanding sellout - only to get bigger, we hoped.
After I had removed the majority of my face paint I tugged a brush through my blonde locks, offering a tiny lift of my lips to myself in the mirror. I deserved at least one genuine smile after all of that, I thought. Pushing myself up and out of that chair I finished stripping down completely, changing into a simple black t-shirt that fit me nice and snug. The thigh-high boots were discarded as well as I gleefully slipped my feet into a more comfortable pair of simple black ones. Digging around on the tabletop I found someone's lighter, finally lighting up the cancerous stick I had clenched between my teeth for some time now and exhaled a cloud of transparent grey into the air. We all were smokers save for Shinya, but he may as well have been with all of the second-hand smoke he must have inhaled a day. Tossing the lighter back upon the messy table I turned to watch as everyone else finished drabbing down, and once we were given the 'okay' that crowds of people weren't waiting outside still to mob us we stepped out into the cool, night air for the short bus ride to the bar.

The echo of that hyena-esque laughter really prevented me from taking the bassist seriously as he giggled about something or another, a beer in his hand. It was some kind of joke I figured, since Die was laughing as well. Huddled in a dark corner of the bar, our pitiful attempt to keep us out of curious, peering eyes was going to be all for nothing at this rate. If one were to ask me I would say the rhythm guitarist had a bit too much to drink as well, he practically swayed even as he sat, slurring his words heavily. I allowed for a soft sigh to filter past my nostrils as I lowered my dark eyes to the clear liquid in my own glass, cupped carefully between my hands. Green tea for me. Toshi had even joked about spiking it, but apparently the seriousness in my tone of voice convinced him not to do so - or it may have been my overly vivid, grotesque explanation as I told him to picture me bowing down to the toilet and throwing up my insides all night. To my left sat Shinya, who had himself his own tiny glass of saké, but at least he still was conscious about what he was doing. Across the table from me sat the man of my affections.
He had himself a good distance between the two clowns who now were pushing against one another to see who would fall over first - thank god a bus had brought us here and they wouldn't have to drive home - with a humorous glint in his eye. I found myself smiling softly again. He only had to breathe, to exist, and I was happy. He could be halfway around the world and just a simple thought, a memory of the guitarist, could cause me to blush. I was pathetic. Hopelessly in love - but I would never admit it to anyone but myself. What would the rest of my band think if they knew I liked - loved - Kaoru? What would he think? It could be more acceptable if I were a girl maybe. Knowing that one of your best friends, a co-worker in your band, had feelings for you that someone of the opposite sex should be having would be a little upsetting, I decided. I wanted to be held by him. To be kissed by him. To be by his side forever.
And suddenly, I was by his side.
To prevent the others from smashing into him and spilling his own beer everywhere, the leader had apparently shifted over to my side of the table - bringing me out of my usual daydreams about him with a gentle touch. My eyes widened and I immediately glanced towards him, but he didn't seem to even notice that he had graced me. An accident, I figured. Just a simple brush of arms as he had scooted. But my god, he was sitting next to me. On his own accord. I mentally reminded myself to thank Die and Toshiya later for being complete idiots. I watched him as he lifted his glass to his perfect lips, finishing off the last of it before ordering another. And then he turned to look at me. Before thinking I flashed him one of my shy smiles like I hadn't just been staring at him obsessively. He didn't seem to notice or care though, because then he actually started up a conversation with me.
"Why don't you drink, Kyo?"
Because you're already gorgeous. I shifted slightly in my seat, pursing my pink lips as I moved to set my tea down upon the table. Come on, think! I sucked so bad at conversing. I wasn't a people person. Not very talkative or outgoing, nor funny or entertaining. But I absolutely had to think of something, and quick, to keep his attention. "Nnn..."
Of course just then the waiter then returned with Kaoru's drink. Life had such perfect timing. Now instead that lousy slave held my leader's attention, as the guitarist thanked him with a slight bow of his head and took up the glass in his hands to have himself another sip. I pouted briefly, pushing my own cup of tea around absentmindedly as they joked about the price with another sigh falling from me. Well, now I had time to think of my reply. Or would that seem awkward, Kaoru having completed a totally different conversation and then suddenly me spouting out an extremely late answer as he turned back around? I frowned. Being friendly was too hard. Once the waiter did leave and Kaoru settled back in his seat once more, I focused on him yet again. "Ah..." I decided not to answer his question for fear of making a fool out of myself, but I just had to say something to him. "... What are the plans for our first CD...?"
God I was a fucking idiot either way. I brought up work, of all things. That was the only time I ever got to see him, and when we're finally hanging out outside of the studio, that's still all I can manage to talk about. Shit. I lowered my gaze once more as I cursed myself out in my head, but he answered me none-the-less.
"Hnn... well it'll have six songs on it for sure. Kiri to Mayu and Byou Shin are definitely on it. We'll be releasing it after we finish playing at a few more of these small shows, just to hype up everyone for it's arrival."
Lifting my almond-shaped eyes to him once more, I stared yet again at him in awe. My leader always had music on the brain, that was for sure. A quick nod of my head was offered to show that I was listening to his words, rather than just ogling over his pretty face. "Un..." I wonder if I have said recently that I really suck at holding a conversation. Before I could resume drowning myself in misery though, I felt a light, playful poke to my side from the elder, and a soft squeak drifted from my lips in surprise as I even jumped a bit. People didn't touch me unless I wanted them to. Of course, I wanted him to, so as soon as it registered that he had been the one to prod me, I immediately took my reaction back and hoped he would touch me again.
The chuckle from him was so damn cute. I turned to look at him wide-eyed and was about to ask him why he did that - not that I minded, I was trying to talk to him - but he beat me to it. "Naa, are you ticklish?" Somehow my eyes widened even more so as I caught that devious grin crossing his thin tiers.
"I-iie, mm-...!" Before I could finish my lie, he had set down his drink and both hands flew out to my sides, gripping the muscles there. My body involuntarily wriggled as I cried out, causing me to knock my tea over and spill it onto the table. That didn't get Kaoru to stop though. His fingers dug into my skin and prodded at the sensitive spots there, and I couldn't stop the sudden giggle that left me. It was disgusting. He seemed to find it amusing however, saying as he continued to poke at me. I squealed, failing at fighting the huge grin off of my round features and suppressing any more of those too-cute-for-me giggles, my hands moving to try and pry Kaoru's digits away from me. As I squirmed under his hold I felt movement behind me - Shinya apparently didn't want to be involved in this, afraid he might get smacked in the face with how I was flailing or something. I gasped for breath in between laughter, pleading with the guitarist. "Onegai...! Yamatte, Kaoru, stop!" Apparently he didn't take me seriously, since I was laughing the entire time. If I had been crying, maybe then he might have let up his assault.
Eventually he figured his beloved vocalist might need oxygen, and reluctantly pulled his hands away from my very ticklish sides with a quiet snort. I collapsed over with heavy intakes between soft titters once I was freed, catching my breath. Not to mention I was also trying to fight the sudden scarlet blush that had tinted my cheeks and my overly happy grin that took over my face. He had touched me, and he had laughed. Sighing a bit as I righted myself once more, I practically beamed up at the elder as he was watching me resume my naturally calm demeanor. He smiled again, flashing me that falsely innocent grin of his. To which I playfully reached out and punched his arm. "Baka!"
I couldn't help but laugh again as he tossed up a mock pout now, rubbing at the spot I had barely hit. "Itai, Kyo..." He even shifted a few centimeters away from me lazily, as if that would protect him. I reached out and pushed him over with both hands and another giggle.

I'm not sure if it was because he was feeling tipsy after one too many drinks or if he was simply overjoyed at our first successful concert. Nevertheless, when I returned home that night I collapsed into my bed with a content smile. I would never forget that night, his smiles, his laugh. I would treasure them forever in my mind.

I also treasured our first CD after its release, entitled Missa.

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Next chapter for you lovlies! ;) Enjoy! Thanks for all the reviews!
Also... rewriting this story after I finish it from Kaoru's point of view?! You must not know then that I'm the biggest slacker in the world. XD <3 But I plan to write this story long... and long... and long into their Vulgar, past Withering, and maybe further. >] And I have several NICE chapters comming up. BWAHAHAHAHA.
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