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The Paladin	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Toshiya/Die Views: 957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey, and do not profit from this work.

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WARNING: The opening scene of this chapter describes past underage prostitution - completely non-explicit, but very clear as to the nature of the situation. Continue at your own discretion.

June 6^th - 7:00 pm
The lights in the large room were soft and low, instilling a feeling of quiet intimacy in the thin crowd milling within. Juunishi-Ya was a club that one had to know people who knew people who knew people to gain entry to, on top of the pretty penny it cost just to walk through the front doors. In certain circles, it was considered a paradise; a haven for those connoisseurs whose refined tastes could not be sated anywhere else in the city. The club was, as its name suggested, a zodiac-themed establishment; the main common room a massive circular affair with twelve small stages evenly spaced around the outside edge. Each night, twelve children ranging in age from ten to sixteen years would come out in elaborate, themed costumed for preying eyes to explore, and the silent flesh auction would begin.
Die knelt on his stage, eyeing the room critically. On his left, The Rabbit was going largely ignored tonight. Sometimes the nervous-looking young girl in her fluffy bikini and arm warmers was a huge hit, others she was a bust. She would warm to a patient touch, if that was what her buyer chose to try, but her default reaction was always one of skittishness. The eager-to-please Dog on his right, dressed comfortably in jean shorts and a striped tee-shirt, was doing well enough. With bright eyes and an easy smile, the boy was well-liked for his willingness to rub into an outstretched hand before security came to dissuade contact before purchase. Die didn’t have to work so hard for the attention he received; his stage was always a popular stop.
He was encased head to toe in glossy black vinyl punctuated with steel studs and rings, all the way up to the mask covering the bottom half of his face, but the clingy material left little to the imagination. Glimmering silver chains attached him to the bars of the open steel cage he rested in, flashing and jingling with every enticing movement he made. At fourteen years old, he was all arms and legs, and those gangly limbs tempted many hungry eyes, like wolves to a stumbling colt, even as his kohl-lined eyes issued challenge to all those who dared approach. The Tiger – the bondage theme with a rebellious twist – was always a favorite at Juunishi-Ya.
Die had been in this place for nearly a month now, and it was wearing terribly on his soul as well as his body. He’d lost every last notion of innocence he’d ever clung to here; every inch of his body touched, caressed, violated each night by the auction winners. He’d been whipped and paddled, bound and gagged, tortured with pain and pleasure like nothing he’d ever imagined, his sensitive teenage nerves producing shamefully intense reactions. The Tiger was a notorious biter, so he remained “muzzled” most nights, but those bold enough to free his mouth had made just as cruel use of it as all the rest of him.
For all of it, he’d put up only the token resistance that attracted these particular patrons. He was here for a reason, after all; he couldn’t compromise the mission for his own pride or comfort. Every night he waited, hoping to catch the eye of one man in particular. One man who was here tonight, now coming to a stop in front of his stage. Tucked away in the silk and sin room assigned to Die was a knife with a long, curved blade and an ivory hilt carved into the shape of a white tiger, and tonight, he hoped that beloved blade would taste this vile man’s blood, and stain that tiger red once more. To be alone in a room with this man even for a few short moments would more-than justify every pain, humiliation, and violation he’d suffered.
Dark eyes flared wildly beneath newly-reddened hair and Die allowed himself to yank at his decorative chains just enough to rattle the bars of his cage. His target stepped closer, running greedy eyes over gawky limbs, listening to the husky growl muffled by the vinyl mask strapped to the boy’s face. The Tiger was a decadent mix of youthful awkwardness and inherent grace, tainted innocence and tempered sin, fierce rebellion and cowed submission. The man wet his lips eagerly and came to the panel in front of Die’s stage, inputting his bid with quick, practiced motions.
‘That’s right, you son of a bitch.’ Die growled and leaned as far forward as he could, chest and arms straining at his bonds in a way he knew the man would love. ‘Come into my den. Come crack the whip and try to tame the vicious tiger. You think you can run this filthy place behind Tomohiro’s back? Sully the Niikura name with your disgusting fetishes? I won’t see you tarnish Kaoru’s inheritance. Come into my den. I’ve come for blood, and I won’t leave without it.’
Die stirred from the unwelcome dream/memory, face scrunching up as he pulled himself into a languid stretch and a deep yawn. Every muscle in his body was heavy, as if drained, and there was telltale soreness in his lower back that he recognized easily and savored. Looking around, he found his bed and his room empty; a bit vexing considering how he’d spent the hours before his brief nap. Even if Toshiya was disinclined to stick around after sex, Die’s pride was just a touch irked to find that the man’s movements hadn’t woken him up.
Something smelled delicious, and he assumed that someone had brought dinner into the living area of the suite – probably Kyo. The blonde disliked the prying eyes that followed him in the dining hall, but he typically didn’t mind Die’s company, and would usually order up enough food for him as well. Die sat up and started to slide out of bed until his eyes caught on something out of place on his bedside table. There was a sloppy cluster of covered plates and bowls there, precariously stacked and steaming gently. Tucked under one of the bowls was a slightly-crumpled sheet of white paper, and Die tugged it out, careful not to dislodge any of the dishes. Curious eyes scanned over gracefully curved, almost feminine handwriting.
-Die,
I figured I should leave while you’re asleep just in case you want to punch me in the face or something when you wake up. Kyo is already out for my blood, and I can only take so much of a beating. I’m too pretty to die today! Although if I do, I suppose it would be a happier death than I usually imagine for myself. Shit, you’re really cute when you sleep, you know that?
You probably already know I’ve had a huge crush on you for like… three years. Since we met! I was all drugged and pissed off and confused in your interrogation room and even then, from the moment I saw you, I thought you were so damncool! You never seemed all that interested in me, though, so I let it be. I’m pretty good at reading people, did you know that? It’s hard with you though, especially with those damn glasses (your eyes are fucking gorgeous, you should stop wearing those things). Tonight, what I saw when I knocked you down… I thought you seemed lonely, like you needed peace… a distraction, just for one night at least. I could give you that, and I was so happy to be able to.
You and I… it’s like we live our lives detached from ourselves, you know? We’ve sworn to always put ourselves second, to always put our wants and needs after Theirs. People like us don’t get to have courtships and pretty romances. There are no sweet declarations of growing old together, holding hands under the cherry blossoms for us, because we accepted long ago that we would give our lives, without thought or hesitation, to protect Them. We never get happily-ever-afters, since no proper lover could ever accept the depths of our devotion to Them. But still, under all the guns and knives and scars and inexorable responsibilities… still, we’re human, aren’t we? With human hearts and human needs.
I’m rambling, I think. I guess what I’m trying to say is… If you don’t ever want what happened tonight to come up again, it doesn’t have to. I won’t press the issue or even talk about it. Even a one-night-stand with you is more than I had ever dreamed of, and it was everything I hoped it would be.
But if you’re not super pissed and/or offended, I would love to spar again sometime! ^_~
<3 Totchi
P.S. I brought you some dinner to make up for all the electrolytes you spent tonight!-
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