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The Voice of a Prophet	By : FilthyWarumono Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
Chapter Six
JEALOUS
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Silence. The perfect soundtrack for when I was lost in my own mind, scribbling down poetry and lyrics from the depths of my soul. My pen scratched at the soft rice paper in my small blue notebook as I reworded and rearranged, broke apart and took out the kanji. My lyrics this time were sad, and I even frowned a bit as I thought them out, thinking them over. Seated on the floor of the practice room I was alone, my knees brought up to my chest. I could think about work here. I was more motivated to get things done. The soft scent of cigarette smoke lingered in the quiet air, the familiar aura of the other's surrounding me. As I wrote, I had the perfect image in my mind. I was completely lost in exactly what I was describing in extravagant detail.
I hated it.
"Since that day I didn't know what to do about him. For some reason my heart has rejected him. His form is changing, far away but all too close. Should I wear a mask, so I can hide my face drawn with tension when I'm with him? My heart lost in my body will someday leave me." Lifting the pen to lightly tap it against the paper before me, my pale lips moved to quietly mouth the words I had thought up. "I'll bloom as the poison flower and become the flower that blooms again." A gentle, slow sigh filtered my lungs as I leaned my head back against the wall behind me, my dark eyes gazing absentmindedly above.
I was writing about him.
I didn't care though. A lot of my songs had to do with what I was really feeling. Nobody seemed to ever notice, or if they did, they didn't take them seriously. I had absolutely no fear that he would find out about my true feelings. Besides, if I wrote about a male, it only made our visually feminine costumes seem all the more enjoyable, right? The fan girls would scream about my 'hidden feelings for a secret man'.
"A wounded heart will fade away. The love is destroying you, in full bloom with the flowers. I'll bloom as the poison flower, and become the flower that blooms again." I felt my eyes narrow as I played back images in my head, watching the ink flow smoothly from the pen onto my paper. Of course he was more enjoyable. He was younger. Taller and skinnier. Playful, funny, and talented. He could play and write music, he was even an artist. More beautiful all over, with his flawless features. It only made sense for him to like him better than me.
I hated the bassist again.
"I can't laugh like I used to, I'm not the same person who loved him. I only held that crumbling man once that February night. I can't forget the you that I loved." Pouting, I curled up a bit tighter in my little spot I had made for myself. The mere thought of the two of them together disgusted me. They were just so happy, joking around and having a good time. Not to mention they both were pretty, and they went well with one another when paired in photographs. They complimented each other's looks perfectly. Hell, they even matched on stage, both of them energetic and bouncy, and loving the fan attention. "A wounded heart will fade away. The love is destroying you, in full bloom with the flowers."
That sounded good. Tucking my plush bottom lip briefly into my mouth I chewed at my tiers, looking over my words once more. They worked. Closing my notebook gently I capped the pen I was using and chucked it lightly across the room. It was a habit of mine - often the other's would present me with a container holding all of the pens they had found in the practice room after they cleaned up a bit inside. Allowing for myself to sigh once again, I pushed myself up off the floor after a couple of hours of thinking as my hand slipped back to stuff my notebook into a rear pocket. Other than the writing utensil now laying on the floor, the room seemed as though I had never touched it. I liked it that way.
Stepping from the room I closed the door with a soft click behind me, taking a moment to make sure that it was locked. Once I was assured that it was, my boots carried my tiny form down the few steps leading up to it and began the lonely, long trek back to my apartment. As I walked with the warm evening sun beating down upon me, I buried myself in thought once more. This emotion that I had based my lyrics off of had a name. My new song was in need of a title. As I frowned to nothing in particular, it hit me.
Jealous.

"The blonde color really fits you, Kyo-chan."
Casting a quick glance over my shoulder at the red-head standing behind me, I simply offered a lousy shrug. My hair had been many colors before, ranging from blues and greens to reds and blacks, but lately it had been jumping back and forth from the dark ebony, and a vivid yellow-blonde. Returning my sharp gaze back to the photo roughs that were scattered out among the table in the practice room, I left the rhythm guitarist at that. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy a compliment here and there, but Die gave me one at least every week. I swear he was hitting on me.
"I like these group shots the best."
Lifting my dark eyes now towards my leader as he spoke, my vision drifted down to the pictures he was motioning to. Not many, but they definitely were the best of the bunch. We, in our dazzling kimonos and makeup, the perfect backdrop complimenting the costumes. I nodded a bit absentmindedly in agreement, lifting a hand to idly scratch at my shoulder. I caught the bassist leaning in a little too close to Kaoru to look over the photographs as well, sporting that stupid grin as he checked them out. Whatever. I wasn't supposed to care anymore, remember? I just had to keep telling myself that. As Kaoru gathered up the pictures that he decided would be the final shots from the photoshoot and handed them over to the camera man, I managed a lazy yawn. My eyes drifted closed briefly as I lifted slender digits to cover my mouth appropriately, relaxing back in the rather uncomfortable chair I was seated in. Today had been a long day, working on our new single that I had just finished writing lyrics to and finalizing the look for the album.
I could feel myself practically falling asleep there at the table when the sudden sound of that gross hyena-laughter yanked me unexpectedly out of my almost-slumber. I glared up at the bassist just in time to catch him hanging off of my leader's arm, tossing up that sickeningly adorable playful pout as he whined about leaving. Thankfully my unfriendly sneer went unnoticed.
"Kaoru-san, walk with me home! The big bad bugs are out to get me, I swear!"
Fuck him. Acting like a baby to get my leader's attention. Apparently it worked though, as Kaoru chuckled quietly and gently ushered the younger male off of his arm, mumbling an agreement to walk in his direction. God damnit. I should whine my face off too, about how the big bad fucking bassist would wither me rotten. Pushing myself up irritably from the chair I gathered my book, stuffing it back into my rear pocket as I reached for my coat I had draped behind me. Glaring the hell out of nothing in particular as everyone said their goodbyes, I moved to exit the practice room, until next time.

Once my boots had connected with the cement outside, I took a deep breath of the cool evening air. The fact that the door didn't click closed behind me didn't even register in my newly cleansed mind, and my ears ignored the footsteps sounding to catch up with me. I just wanted to go home. To sit in silence in my empty apartment, to mentally bitch and moan about how much my life fucking sucked. Naturally, when a hand suddenly gripped my shoulder out of the blue, I jumped.
"What the hell?!"
"Gomen, Kyo-chan. I was just wondering if you wanted a smoke."
A slender, dark brow of mine lifted skywards in confusion as I stared a hole through the rhythm guitarist. Why the hell was he walking in my direction? His own apartment was in the opposite way. Apparently my lack of words made him rethink what he was doing though, and he took a few cautious steps backwards before continuing.
"No? You looked stressed today."
I simply managed a very slow blink while I glared at the taller, absentmindedly chewing on the inside of my lips. For some reason my voice didn't feel like responding to the elder at the moment, so I probably seemed like the biggest dick in the world as I stood there in silence, watching the man like a hawk.
"... Okay... Kyo-chan, I can tell something’s bothering you lately. You can talk to me, you know." Scuffing the bottoms of his red converse across the sidewalk then, his auburn gaze drifting from the ground back to me, he shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his shredded blue jeans. "Of course if you're busy, I'll just leave you alone..."
I managed a scowl now as I began taking weary steps backwards, in the direction of my apartment. "I'm fine." What on earth was bothering me, even I didn't know, but for some reason I was beginning to feel very uneasy with the guitarist practically following me home, and suddenly acting... overly nice to me. He wanted something, I was sure of it. As he moved to walk forward with me, my eyes widened a bit.
"Warumono, have a smoke with me. Seriously, you look like you need to relax."
A deep sigh escaped me then as I slouched a bit where I stood, and with a subtle nod of my head I gave in to his temptation. That beaming grin lit up his face as his hands quickly withdrew his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and he motioned towards a little bench underneath a blooming cherry blossom. Reluctantly, I followed.
Dropping to a seat my own fingers accepted the offered cancerous stick, and sticking it between my crooked teeth I awaited for it to be lit. Once the end was burned I inhaled deeply, exhaling a cloud of gray around the cigarette and into the surrounding air. Still no words from me. He said to have a smoke, not to have a conversation. I heard him sigh from beside me as he lit up his own addiction, returning his pack and lighter to his pockets.
"Kyo-chan, are you mad at someone again?"
My dark hues shifted to the side to watch him from the corner of my eyes, but other than that I didn't really move. Again? Was it so obvious? Or was it so routine for me to dislike somebody? When I didn't really answer him, Die dropped his head a bit and stared at the ground before continuing.
"You know I'm here for you if you ever want to get something off your chest. I make a good punching bag sometimes." Chuckling lightly, I could feel his gaze upon me once more. I only shrugged though, taking another long drag from my cigarette. I heard him sigh again, and when he shifted to a stand beside me, that was when I finally turned my head. "Well, you have my number. I'm outta here. Jaa, Warumono."
He offered a slight wave of his hand before heading off in his own rightful direction now, as I mumbled a quiet goodbye. After he had disappeared and I had finished my quick smoke I stood as well, crushing the butt underneath my boot. I felt sort of bad for how I treated him just then. Normally I wasn't that evil. Something about his actions though just really gave me a bad feeling. Stuffing my hands into the pocket of my silver windbreaker I headed off for my home, mentally thinking over what in the world possessed the rhythm guitarist to suddenly care about my well being.
As I stepped up to my front door, stuffing in the small silver key and unlocking it, something clicked - and it wasn't just my apartment being opened up to me.

Die would be my new object of affection.

It was pure genius. If I hung all over the redhead, it would keep my mind off and away from my leader. I'm sure the goofball Die would keep me plenty busy anyway, with his jokes and wisecracks. And perhaps, just maybe, it would make him feel the jealousy that I felt each and every day. He would see how much fun me and Die could have. He would see what he was missing out on, when I was 'happy'. And if I needed to touch something, to hug and hold, coo and kiss, I wouldn't be writhing in loneliness and wishing that a certain male was there for me. I would have someone. I could keep my greedy appetite for attention full and no longer starve without Kaoru.

I'm so fucking brilliant.

Entering my apartment with a practically sinister cackle, I hurried to my phone. I would indeed call the redhead, apologizing for being such a bastard earlier, and maybe even actually hold a real conversation on the phone with someone. Make a few plans to hang out with him more. Get to know him, and open myself up a bit.

Jealous was a huge hit.

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