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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
Chapter Seven
PROPHET
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The life of a musician is busy.

Once again we were all backstage, prepping and getting ready for another huge show. We had sold out the biggest concert hall in Tokyo. I could hear the fans screaming already, chanting our band's name over and over and over again as they waited in anticipation until we graced the stage with our presence. Already makeup clad, our hair finished and up, we were simply putting the final touches on our costumes, enjoying one last smoke break. I myself was seated, leather clad legs crossed one over the other while I sipped at a cup of cold water, watching as Die buttoned up his vinyl suit. Toshiya was goofing off with the camera men as usual, Shinya practicing on his mute drum set, and Kaoru enjoying his palm massage he was receiving. Between writing and recording music, photo shoots, filming PV's and live shows, there was almost no time for a real life outside of Dir en grey. Somehow though, we all managed.
As we got the signal to head out, I flashed Die a quick smile as he bounced down the stairs first, reaching over to deposit my now empty cup upon one of many tables. Pushing to a stand not long after the others, I followed them all out. The roar of fans was insane as we waited, nothing but a curtain shielding us now. That really didn't seem much at all though, especially after Shinya stepped onto the stage and took his spot behind his drum set. The cheers only intensified as next went Toshiya, Die, and Kaoru. I was last - per usual - and by the time I took up my front position before my microphone, I may as well have been deaf.
Our concert consisted of a lot of the new singles we had released, and everything from Missa. The fans jumped with the bass and their hands swung with the drums, in the crazed sea of bodies. It really was what we all lived for.
Saving one of our most popular songs for last, I lifted a naked hand to brush a few strands of blonde out of my porcelain features before starting. Lifting the mic to my ebony painted lips, I took a sweet intake of air, and sung out to all of them. "From the day my love began, I began to change. When I was just staring at you, you were always standing in that garden, looking lonely as you stared at nothing but the scattering flowers." This particular song was one of my favorites too, despite being nearly eight minutes long. The guitars had a more 'pretty' sound to them, than the hardcore rock feeling in most songs. The bass balanced everything out perfectly, the drums not being mindlessly smashed and instead finishing the beat. "My unfulfilled wish made another wound in my aching heart. This reality bound up before my eyes still haunts me all the while so that only the stifling atmosphere will not forget me now..."
I couldn't help but smile as I watched the endless mass of devoted fans all sway with the music. Our music. They knew it all. Every hand was up, rocking back and forth with the beat. They weren't fighting for the front, or seeing who could get the highest. Instead they simply enjoyed the song we played for them. I stood in awe before the crowd, as the others played through their solos. Lifting the mic back up to my tiers I was about to continue with the lyrics, when something so beautiful happened.

The chorus. My chorus. Being sung to me by hundreds of thousands of fans. All together, as one perfect voice. They all knew the words. My words. Not one soul was off key, off beat, or lost. I was so... utterly amazed. Completely touched. I'm sure the other's felt the same way, as they extended their parts to keep it all going so smoothly together. Finally finding my voice, I joined in. "Garden, wishing that someday I'll be able to meet you always..." I didn't even have to sing the next part, as the audience reflected my words and finished the chorus.
"Garden, in the midst of this passing season, forever... you will..."
I beamed as I continued, playing back and forth with my echo. "Garden, wishing that someday I'll be able to meet you always..."
And again, the audience sang back to me. "Garden, in the midst of this passing season, forever... you will..."
I was so... the smile upon my painted features completely gave away my inner feelings, as I pursed my lips and just... listened. They continued, repeating the chorus over and over, completely in tune with the other instruments. I found myself mouthing my own words, my voice having been stolen from me. Blinking back the wetness that had glazed over my dark hues I sang once again with them, but found my vocals cracking and I had to stop. It was so gorgeous. By now even the guitarists had been overcome with the same amazement that I was feeling, and soon only Shinya was left tapping his symbols to keep the beat for the crowd. Bringing a vinyl dressed hand to my mouth, I hid my light sob. I just couldn't believe it.
After what seemed like an eternity I heard Kaoru join in once more, playing out his beautiful parts with such perfection. Stage effects suddenly released a batch of silver streamers then, floating and shimmering through the crowd. It was as if it were snowing almost. The eager hands captured the ribbon and swayed it back and forth in their hold as they continued to sing back to us. Watching them all jump in unison, a wave of people before me, I lifted the mic once more, and attempted to find my voice again. "Garden, wishing that someday I'll be able to meet you always... Garden-..."
I couldn't do it. Prying my gaze away from the amazing sight before me I caught Die, grinning impossibly huge as he simply nodded his head. Toshiya had his arms up in the air and was swaying with the crowd, and Kaoru had one of his genuinely, truly happy smiles on. I had to find my voice.
"Garden, wishing that someday I'll be able to meet you always... Garden, in the midst of this passing season, forever... you will..." I heard a heavy bass joining me then, and not soon long afterwards, the missing guitar. "Garden..." I paused to let the crowd sing back to me once more. "Garden..." Soon Shinya found his beat once more as well. "Garden, wishing that someday I'll be able to meet you always... Garden, in the midst of this passing season, forever... you will-..." And then, almost as if right on cue, we exploded back into the song. The entire audience all jumped as one, while we all came alive again on stage. "Garden, wishing that someday I'll be able to meet you always... Garden, in the midst of this passing season forever... you will..." I bounced where I stood, my broad grin showing my entire happiness. "I want to forget, I don't want to forget, these contradictory feelings. Subdued, I stand here all by myself. Lonely, with only the snow to color the scenery, but still, always, so that I will not forget. I want to forget, I don't want to forget, these contradictory feelings. Subdued, I stand here all by myself. Time passes quickly, vanishing from reality, so that I will not forget these memories."

Once we were backstage again, I collapsed into the couch with a tired, happy sigh. One of the stage hands had brought me a glass of water yet again, and I thankfully accepted it. I didn't even want to take off my makeup yet, nor take the feathers out of my hair. I just wanted to relish in what had just happened - it was a beautiful reality. As everyone else began piling in, chatting excitedly about the show we had just put on and bustling about to remove their makeup and costume pieces, I finally shifted from my position. Removing the hair piece I allowed for the blonde strands to fall gently about my face before reaching out for a cloth to remove the paint from my features with a small smile.
"Sugoi, ne?"
Allowing for my chocolate colored hues to drift upwards I caught the red heads reflection grinning from behind me in the mirror. I allowed for my own lips to broaden just slightly as I continued removing my makeup - I had to keep up my mask, even though I was removing the outer layer. Once my face was clear again I lifted a brush through the tangled locks upon my head, sorting through the hair spray as everyone else continued drabbing down as well. Once I had finished I scooted back in my chair to watch the others, waiting for the say that we would go to the bar tonight as well. It had become almost a ritual, to head out drinking after every successful show. As the rest of my band members were finishing up, my eyes caught something I would have rather not seen.
Toshiya had leaned up against Kaoru's side and asked him to brush the knots out of his hair.
I felt a surge of irritation course through me as my dark chocolate orbs practically glared a hole through the pair. It really was sickening, that slutty smile plastered upon the younger’s face while Kaoru played along. Before I knew it, I heard water splashing upon the ground. I had apparently knocked the water bottle over on the table, and its refreshing liquid was now pouring out onto the floor. Feeling a few eyes upon me I lifted my own hues from the mess I had made, only to look directly into those auburn colored windows I loved oh-so much. And I glared. I shot him without meaning to the worst look I had delivered someone in a long time. My eyes were filled with jealousy. Filled with hurt, anger and sickness. For the moment our gaze simply stayed locked upon one another, as if nobody else in the room had noticed the stare down. I heard nothing else in the room save for my patterned breathing.
I hated him.
Shoving away from the couch it took me only a minute for my brisk steps to carry me out of that room, away from everyone. I didn't notice the fact that all band members eyes were upon me, that every stage hand cowered away from my path - nor the fact that the red head quietly followed me, after a quick hesitation.

Once I had snuck away behind the tour bus, into the quiet outside air, my fingers quickly fumbled around in my pockets and lit up a smoke. Dropping into a squat, arms draped in between my legs while the fag rested lazily between my plush tiers, my lungs thankfully inhaling the calming cancer. It was a nice night. Warm, but not immensely so, with a soft breeze that felt just right after being surrounded in all that heat from the concert hall. I could hear the distant voices of excited fans talking about the performance we had just put on, pulling me away out of my angry thoughts. Why couldn't I just be a musician? None of these stupid feelings for anyone. How many times had I told myself that I wouldn't be bothered by them anymore? That I would just ignore them and do my job? It seemed impossible. Damn being human. I needed to be some sort of a god. Some sort of higher being that wouldn't be plagued with bodily emotions. I-
"Kyo-chan?"
Releasing a deep sigh, the soft gray colored smoke filtering past my lips, I dropped my head towards the ground, bringing my hands up to cradle it on either side. I really didn't want to talk to anybody right now. Despite my actions though, the elder male moved to take a seat on the curb beside me. I didn't even look at him.
"Does this mean we're not going out tonight?" He managed a goofy chuckle, to try and lighten the mood. I stayed still. "Ne, Warumono..." I didn't even let him finish his next sentence before I cut in, my vocals a low rumble - almost as if I didn't want my words to be heard.
"... I don't like you."
The red head perked up a bit, canting his head to one side as he watched me carefully. "Hn?"
"I don't like you, Daisuke." My words were stronger this time, lifting my head just enough to not be speaking to the concrete. I felt the other shift beside me, taking in the blow I had thrown. After a moment or two he spoke up again, a surprising smile to his words.
"Well that's okay. Some people do, and some people don't. I'd hoped my band members got along with me just fine though."
I sighed. "I don't hate you. I said I don't like you."
This time it was Die's turn to sigh slightly, though he tried to hide it. "I kinda figured as much, Warumono. When you actually called me back, I thought something was up."
Prying my face away from my hands I managed to glance at the other through the corners of my eyes, letting the cigarette between my lips simply burn. I watched his features, trying to read his emotions, but all I saw was that bright smile plastered upon his face. It seemed nothing could ever get him down. Perhaps that was the good point to his upbeat personality. After a bit, I spoke again. "I don't like anyone."
As if that saved me. I'm sure my feelings were as bright as day to everyone - everyone but the one person who I wanted to know. But he simply lofted his brows skywards and shifted in his seat, still watching me. To make things better, he said nothing. Pushing myself up, I dropped the cigarette I was smoking and snuffed it out with the toe of my boot. Flashing him a false smile, trying to convince him that everything was all right, I looked off into the distance. "I'll walk home tonight. Don't worry about me."
I didn't have to see the look of disbelief I knew Die would be wearing. My apartment was in the next district; it was an insanely long walk. Plus, all of my stuff was on the tour bus. But it wasn't like I wouldn't get them back. I didn't bring my life with me, so I still had things at my apartment too. Lifting my arms above my head I stretched them out a bit, preparing myself for the long trek ahead.
"Okay... call me when you get home so I know you made it, alright?"
I managed a halfhearted nod and before anything else could be said, headed off in the general direction of Tokyo. Hopefully walking this far in my fashion boots and vinyl pants wouldn't suck too bad. At least it was a nice night.

When I had finally closed and locked the door to my apartment, the first thing I did was kick off my platforms and quickly peel myself out of those tight fitting pants. My t-shirt was soon to follow, and I carried the bundle of clothes back to my bedroom only to dump them onto the floor to eventually be thrown into the wash. Dropping onto my mattress in the nude, I closed my eyes - too tired to call; too tired to care. I didn't even know what time it was. At least that walk let me think alone.

I would be the Prophet of music. Gods don't have feelings.

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Sorry sorry! XD I have two conventions comming up and several deadlines for costume commissions and dollfie clothes that I've been working on, and forgot that yu uguys needed an update! So here's the next chapter. I'm writing the next one as I post this, so thanks for the reminder! <3
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