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Knots of Grey	By : Greenlillia Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Story: Knots of Gray
Genre: Dir en Grey, AU
Chapter: 1. Forget something?
Author: The Last Kitten
Main Parings: Daisuke/BoA, Daisuke/Shinya, Kaoru/Kyo, Kaoru/OFC, Kaoru/Takako Matsu, Kyo/OFC, Miyavi/Shinya, OFC/OFC, Toshiya/Several Famous women (lol), Toshiya/OFC.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of Dir en Grey’s music and I do not personally know Daisuke, Kaoru, Kyo, Shinya, Toshiya, or any of the famous women in this fic. I am just a super otaku writing for my, and who ever likes this, own pleasure. I’m not making any money off of this fic. If you sue me I have nothing of value but my Sailor Moon bed sheets. (Did I mention that I’m 23 years old? o_O)
Author's Note: This fic was first inspired by the videos KR Cube, Obscure, Hydra (Live), and the songs Garbage and Umbrella. All of these videos and songs woke up a new plot bunny till there were so many they jumped me on my way home from class...sob...so now here we are. Also, I will be putting in as much information as possible in this first chapter so that we can get right to the story in the rest.
AN2: The first two chapters of this fic will not be beta red, as I posted them without my Beta’s much needed skills, in an attempt to strengthen my own. When she found out I posted it without her she was...how to say it in a PG sort of way...pissed off. lol Now, after a serious guilt trip, and a bit of groveling, The Mad Scientist has agreed to beta the rest of my story. If you see any mistakes in the first two chapters that you feel are heinous enough to need fixing, by all means review and tell me about them. Any mistakes you find in the chapters after the third are most likely my own because I refused to change something my Beta told me to. lol
AN3: For all the other Dir en Grey super otakus out there I’ve included some links to pictures of them. This is the link for a group pic (In order from left to right: Shinya, Daisuke, Tochi, Kaoru, and Kyo.)
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h55/Kalmia/Dir%20en%20Grey/DeG-3.jpg
Daisuke:http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v620/cof_fan/Dir%20En%20Grey/Die/bighairdie.jpg
Kaoru: http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g144/llamas4gusti/dir%20en%20grey/kaoru11.png
Kyo: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v620/cof_fan/Dir%20En%20Grey/Kyo/kyo30.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v620/cof_fan/Dir%20En%20Grey/Kyo/kyo105.jpg
Shinya:
http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a129/rikaisme123/Dir%20en%20grey/shinchanmuscles.jpg
Toshiya:
http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g144/llamas4gusti/dir%20en%20grey/1038812376_l.jpg
Side note: If the links don’t work blame photobook not me. lol
AN 4: “______” Means talking.
‘______’ Means thinking.
Last thing I swear! If you would like to here any of the music that is mentioned in the story you can go to http://www.youtube.com and type in the artist name and/or song title and you should be able to find it easily.
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“I can’t wait to go home.” Skyler took a deep breath. “It’s been three whole months.” She sipped her drink, “mmmmm, I miss Japan.” She sat the warm whiskey on the slightly trembling table and looked down on Moscow through the window of their private plane.
She slowly stroked the large green eyed calico on her lap. “Russia’s too cold. The top of mount Fugi in December isn’t that cold,” she smiled slightly and feigned a shiver. “Even my bones have goose bumps.”
Natasha laughed, “Now you’re just being silly.” She didn’t bother speaking English at all any more. After nearly ten years Skyler spoke perfect Russian, and when she didn’t understand it was because she didn’t want to.
“No I’m not. You’re Russian and you drink Vodka all day, that’s why you’re never cold.” Skyler spied Natasha out of the corner of her eye watching her reaction.
Natasha just laughed louder, but when she settled she stood to join Skyler on the plush cream love seat. Natasha looked in to her eyes, “Russia is your home too you know.” She smoothed a stray lock behind her ear and Skyler looked away.
“I know...it’s just....”
Suddenly Hava Nagila began blaring from somewhere and Natasha began laughing again as Skyler frantically began searching for her cell phone. The calico hopped down from her lap and wandered off as she searched.
Natasha crossed her legs and snickered, “when are you going to change that ring tone? You are no where near Jewish and neither is your mom.”
Skyler stuck her tongue out as she pulled her cell from under an adjacent couch cushion. ‘How the hell did it get under there,’ she thought.
“Hi mom....”
“HAPPY BIRTH DAY TO YOU....”
Skyler held the phone away from her ear as a large group of relatives sang/yelled happy birth day to her, while Natasha chuckled and occupied herself with the shrinking sight of her homeland.
Twenty minutes later Skyler was still trying to say goodbye to her relatives.
“Yes...Yes...I love you too...thank you. Thank you too...Mom...m...mom. Mom, tell him I said thank you. Yes, send it to the Japanese address. Love you too...bye bye...bye...ok...oki’llseeyouatchrismassdinnergottago bye!”
She snapped the phone closed and took a breath.
“Do they have to do that every year?” She roughly shoved the phone into the inside pocket of her suit and began checking her other pockets.
“Oh come on you know you love it,” Natasha chuckled, but a moment later she raised an eyebrow. “What are you looking for,” she inquired.
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m forgetting something.” She sighed. ”Oh well. Hay, at least they remembered to call a few days in advance this time.”
“Well what do you expect, they can never reach you on your birthday.”
Skyler lifted an eyebrow of her own and smirked. “That’s usually your fault.”
Natasha lifted her fingers to gently touch those soft smirking lips. “Damn right.”

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“Look! Just put the God damned thing down, I’ll do it myself,” Kyo snapped.
The movers looked at each other, frightened for their jobs, and carefully sat the large painting down. Kyo lifted the painting and teetered precariously towards the wall but managed to hang it perfectly. The two movers had disappeared during the ordeal and he was glad. The incompetence of the workers he’d been supplied with had worn his last nerve to a thread and his tension was rising quickly. Silently he stalked through the studio, past the dozens of new paintings he’d been hording for his third opening and auction in as many years. Past Kaoru, his art dealer, past Shinya, the head of his security and reluctant muse, and past a dozen other frightened movers; all the while reaching in to each of his pants and jacket pockets. He didn’t stop until he reached the raised edge of the roof, daft fingers retrieving one of two Phillip Morris’s from behind his ear.
“Incompetent...baka...tonmo...mother fuc....”
“Their not that bad,” Kaoru laughed as he stepped out onto the roof.
“Yes, yes they are,” Kyo took a breath and turned his back to him. “Bumbling teme! I swear if they drop one of my paintings…even one, I’m going to kill them all. Every single one, slowly.”
Kyo took a deep drag from his cigarette and almost choked on it when Kaoru’s arms snaked around his shoulders. He hadn’t heard him approach and he reached around to poke him in the side for sneaking up on him.
“This is gonna be a great show you know.”
“Yea I know.” Kyo let out a breath.
“You’re the best painter in Japan.”
“Yea, yea I know.”
“Kyo, what’s wrong? You’ve been crankier than normal lately. Is it the show...stress...PMS...what,” he asked with a straight face.
Kyo took another drag and turned his head to blow the smoke in Kaoru’s face, but Kaoru quickly stole a kiss in retaliation, and Kyo bit his bottom lip.
“I don’t know,” he continued a moment later, “I keep feeling like I’m forgetting something. For the past three days I’ve felt like I’m forgetting something, but I don’t know what. I’ve rechecked every painting in the gallery twice and it’s really starting to piss me off.” Kyo stared hard at the Tokyo skyline. “Anyway, why are you being so nice all of the sudden?” He turned his head slightly and looked at Kaoru out of the corner of his eye. “You’re not getting any tonight.”
Kaoru poked him in the side, hard.

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Daisuke paced back and forth in front of the refreshments table nibbling furiously on his thumb nail. The opening had begun and hour ago and was going smoothly as dozens of famous Japanese superstars, dignitaries, and press people moved about mingling and whispering in awe of the beautiful paintings. There was also an array of foreign dignitaries and paparazzi. The only one missing was the artist himself.
“Stop fidgeting, it’s only been an hour,” Toshiya gripped. The notorious raven haired ladies man had been watching his brother pace for the last half an hour and his feet were beginning to hurt just looking at him.
“I can’t!” Daisuke’s eyes sparkled as he spoke. “This is Drako Sky’s first public appearance...ever. No one knows what she really looks like or who she really is. She was made up like a geisha in that picture she released. No one could really tell anything through all the makeup but a lot of people think she’s Japanese.” His expression darkened a bit as he continued. “All we know for sure is that she’s married to that billionaire business man Aleksis Dimitre.” He spoke the name with distain. “I hate that guy. He’s all rich and good looking...one of those sleazy slick politician types.” His words trailed off as he turned to look at his brother. “I can’t wait to get my book signed. I’m so glad...what?” He stopped at Toshiya’s confused expression.
“My God, you actually think I care. That’s so sweet.” Toshiya clapped a hand on Daisuke’s shoulder before he began pacing and biting his nails again. He glanced down at the thick novel held tight to his chest then at the door again. Another limo pulled up and Daisuke face lit up with a bright smile, but it quickly faded as Gackt stepped out and the crowd screamed.
“Kuso,” he cursed and continued pacing.
Toshiya rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna go get you a drink, aniki.” He watched Daisuke now chewing on his thumb and first finger nails, “Something strong.”
Daisuke turned on his millionth trip past the punch bowl just as the DJ began to speak. “Here’s one from our very own Utada Hikaru. This is Colors....”
At the last word Daisuke nearly bumped noses with Shinya, an unruly blush covering his face at the near contact with the stoic man.
“Uh, choto sumimasen,” he stepped back and bowed quickly.
Shinya didn’t reply. He simply stood to the side and put a hand on Daisuke’s shoulder. He smiled slightly and Daisuke blushed harder as Shinya inclined his head towards the door. Daisuke looked over at the rush of photographers and his eyes widened.

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Skyler took a deep breath. ‘You can do this...you can do this...,’ she repeated to herself.
Natasha looked over at her and squeezed her hand.
“You ready?”
She took a few more calming breaths. “You promise you won’t leave me,” she whispered.
“I promise.”
“You swear?” She squeezed her eyes closed tightly and rested her hand on her heart.
Natasha took the hand and kissed the large diamond ring on her wedding finger.
“I swear,” she said patiently.
Abruptly Skyler opened her eyes. “Damn it! I feel like I’m forgetting something!”
Natasha just laughed at her. She’d been checking her purse, pockets, and the entire apartment for days trying to retrieve the ever elusive intangible object. “Well it’s to late now,” Natasha quipped as the driver opened the limo door.
The light from camera flashes and the brightness of the gallery was blinding after the darkness of the limo. Skyler squeezed her “husband’s” hand, straightening her back at the shocked expressions on the camera men’s faces, and entered the building.

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A tall slightly feminine looking man with broad shoulders and long white hair entered the gallery building, followed by a borage of questions and camera flashes. His crisp black suit was adorned with a diamond studded belt, Rolex, and an ankle length black leather trench coat. Briefly, Kyo wondered how much bleach one would have to go through to get hair that white, but his thoughts were cut short as his eyes fell on the pâté woman at his side. He smirked and glanced at Daisuke. He watched the look of realization spread across his face before the boy smack himself in the head. He could read the word “Duh” on his lips and tried to resist the laughter he felt bubbling up. ‘Daisuke owes me five bucks,’ Kyo thought.
He looked back at the couple and noticed the redness of the man’s hand. ‘She’s squeezing his hand’. The woman’s face was molded into an obviously practiced smile that didn’t even touch her eyes. Kyo almost laughed but another wave of forgetful paranoia hit him and he rolled his eyes as he began checking his pockets again.
“Kuso, what the hell am I....?”
He glanced back down at the woman standing next to the blond and the feeling suddenly stopped. He looked closer and watched her eyes scan the room. Quite suddenly he had the urge to move. He somehow knew that if he stayed in his current hiding spot he would be seen. He didn’t know why that bothered him but he quickly stood and ran for the stairs.

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Everything froze in Skyler’s mind. Photographic memory was both a blessing and a curse, but this time something was different. The forgetting feeling was nagging full force and she clutched at her purse. She looked around the frozen room and took in everyone’s face, including the boy near the punch bowl smacking his self in the head. She looked at every face, painting, window, door, and light fixture in sight. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were the guests, the caterers, the paparazzi....and then she felt a chill. Paranoia, like she hadn’t felt in years, was threatening her flight response and she closed her eyes for a moment. She was being watched by someone out of her line of vision. She glanced around again at all of the smiling staring whispering faces and abruptly she looked up. All she could make out was a yellow and black blur escaping the overhanging second floor.

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After the slight shock Daisuke began chewing on what was left of his thumb nail.
“Well?”
Daisuke nearly jumped out of his skin. “Don’t do that!” He swatted at Toshiya.
“Go ask her to sign the book.”
“...I can’t....”
Toshiya gawked at him. “You’re kidding! After watching you bounce around for two weeks talking about getting that woman’s autograph! You better take your spiky read haired ass over there and get it!”
Shinya hid his smile behind a gloved hand.
“I’m too nervous!” Daisuke turned around to face the refreshment table. “I can’t do it.”
Toshiya smacked him in the back of the head.
Shinya turned back to the couple being bombarded in the entry way and radioed for more security before walking over to escort them personally.
“Mr. and Mrs. Dimitre, please follow me,” Shinya said calmly amidst the chaos of press. The two were escorted to a more secluded area of the gallery before Shinya turned to address “Mr. Dimitre”.
“I’m very pleased you could make it Aleksis,” Shinya smiled. Skyler simply looked back and forth between the two.
“You know each other,” she questioned in Japanese.
“Oh, yes,” Natasha or “Aleksis” smiled, “we go way back.” Her voice was softer around Shinya, more feminine and less guarded. “When you called I had no idea what to think.”
Shinya glanced at Skyler and tried to hold in his laughter. “I can imagine,” he said.
Aleksis turned to Skyler, “I wanted to bring you to the opening but even I couldn’t get tickets. That’s when Shinya called and asked me if I wanted to go.”
Skyler squeezed Aleksis’s hand and smiled up at him.
“I knew how badly you wanted to come,” he said as he looked down at her. Skyler turned to Shinya and bowed.
“Domo arigato gozaimasu! I was dying to see Kyo’s new work.” She gestured to the paintings. “I really wanted to meet him and I know that this is his first public appearance in the ten years that he’s been painting. That’s why I decided to make it mine as well.”
Shinya held up a hand. “There’s no need to thank me. I actually did this with ulterior motives.” Skyler raised an eyebrow. “I was hoping you would give my friend an autograph. He’s a huge fan of yours.”
Skyler’s face lit up. “A fan? Wow, he’ll be my first live autograph.”
“Rie-kun, can you tell Daisuke I need his help, it’s important,” Shinya spoke into his radio.
“Hai,” the man answered back.
Aleksis kissed Skyler’s hand and whispered “ham” before unlacing their fingers. “Give me one minute love,” he said.
Skyler nodded and Aleksis took Shinya aside a few paces to speak.
Skyler turned around to look at the paintings and slowly began to wander off. She glanced back at Aleksis but he had his back to her, laughing with Shinya. She took a deep breath and wandered farther towards the back of the gallery. There were more paintings tempting her and the guests hadn’t wandered in to the rear rooms yet. The music from the main gallery grew fainter until only the whispers of a slow jazz song could be heard.
The gallery was like a maze as she wandered and soon she came to a large nearly empty room in the very back of the gallery. In the middle of the room hung one massive painting and her jaw dropped open when she recognized the motif. It was a painting of the two main characters in her latest novel.
There, covered in blood, hunched a wailing geisha clutching the headless corps of her lover. The sword she’d used to complete the seppuku was still clutched in her hand and her silk kimono had fallen off her shoulders to reveal the smeared white body paint. The brownness of her skin had condemned them both, and there was nothing but the honor of a good death left for him.
What struck her was not the fact that her favorite painter had painted the final scene of her book, but the way in which he’d captured it. It was the brilliant blues and reds of the designs on her kimono, and the deep red of her lover’s blood that held her attention. The detail of the clothes made them seem real enough to touch, and the smear of the body paint made her look ghostly. The white paint was stained red on her hands and her face....
‘Her face...,’ Skyler thought. It was her face, Skyler’s face. It was her face from the magazine shot she’d taken dressed as a geisha. She’d been painted completely white for the picture and as soon as the magazine hit the stores rumors began flying about her ethnicity. Everyone believed she was Japanese, as her eyes were inherently almond shaped and her skin so pale. The geisha’s expression in the painting was different though. Her eyes were wide and wet as her mouth hung open. Madness. That was the first word that came to mind when one looked at her face. She’d been driven mad. Her lover’s blood smeared across her cheek as she bent to hold the headless body to her breast.
And then Skyler noticed something strange. In the novel there had been no witnesses to the couples last moments, yet in the painting there were. The onlookers were disguised by shadows painted in a brown so dark it almost blended with the rest of the blackened canvas. She’d almost missed them as she stood directly in front of the large painting and she took a steep back.
It was their eyes. The witness’s eyes were painted a shade lighter than their bodies, which seemed dirty somehow. They were dirty, covered in coal...or soot, she imagined. They were detailed yet they all blurred together like a menacing shroud.
She looked back at the geisha and her headless lover and they too seemed strange to her now. They seemed slightly clean. There was the expected dreck of body paint, blood, and earth from where she knelt and where his lower half met the ground but, there were large areas of the man’s uwagi left unmarred. There were wide patches left remarkably unblemished and ghostly white.
The geisha’s clothes were immaculate as well. The red blue and green dragons that danced about the hem on her shoulders were still bright and laughing as the smeared blood and paint only managed to stain one or two of them.
Skyler took another step back.
“I painted that about a month ago,” a quiet voice startled her out of her thoughts.
Her whole body shook for a moment from the shock and she heard the click of a metal lighter. She took a deep breath. How long had someone been standing there? Had she been speaking out loud? Normal people don’t talk to themselves out loud.
“It’s...beautiful. I’d actually thought of adding an audience but....” She took another few steps back to look directly at him. There, leaning against the far side of the pillar, with one black Dock Martin resting behind him on the wall, was a short blond man smoking a cigarette.
‘He must have been on the other side of the pillar when I came in,’ she thought. Then she immediately memorized him. Small light honey eyes, ‘contacts’, she thought, ‘he may wear glasses.’ His nose was perfect, like a doll’s but flesh. His face was a neat oval and his jaw slightly jowly. His lips were full and pink as he squinted one eye and took a drag on his cigarette. His bottom lip was pierced on the right side and his nose was pierced on the left, while his golden blond hair was swept and flipped to the side so that it covered nearly half his face. He wore plain black jeans with a long silver chain connecting his wallet to a belt loop. His shirt was a plain black cotton button down with a blood red tie around his neck. The tie was covered in little black skull heads and crosses, and Skyler decided she liked it. It suited his hard features and eccentric painting style. Then, as his arm rose to take another drag she caught sight of his hand. ‘Tattoos on his fingers,’ she lifted an eyebrow, ‘I like that.’ His nails were painted black and looked manicured. His long sculpted fingers brought her eyes to the thick silver skull ring on his right pointer finger. Each digit was smooth and unmarred, save for the tattoos. They were like peach cream pored over bone, the knuckle becoming a welcome texture.
Everything about the slight man was hard, save for those soft soft hands. Against his face they seemed almost vein. He felt weighty to her, like he would fall to the floor and be grounded there, unmovable, like stone. Suddenly Skyler felt heavy too, and she longed to be anywhere but in this room with this heavy smoking man.

Kyo ignored her appraisal in light of his own. She was extremely well groomed and her short locks curled wildly to frame her face. He noted her height and almost frowned but on a second glance noticed her heals. ‘About two inches,’ he thought. That’s what she had on him. When honest he didn’t like women much taller than himself, though his ego would never let him admit it aloud.
Only his eyes moved as he examined her. She wore long white silk pants with a tight white bodice adorned with lace and what looked like real crystals. The stark whiteness of the material contrasted nicely with the rich chocolate of her skin. The embroidery was beautiful and her white silk sleeves barely covered the tops of her shoulders, leaving visible her long neck and substantial cleavage. Kyo took another drag at that thought and looked over her face. Many of their features seemed the same. Her eyes were the same almond shape as his, not quite Asian, but close. They seemed more catlike than Asian. They had the same plump lips, and her nose was the same as well only a little wider. Though definite, her features seemed soft, small, doll like. He imagined her made of porcelain, sitting on the shelf of some high priced department store while children reached for her and parents groaned at her price.
‘A trophy wife perhaps,’ Kyo thought. ‘The perfect gift for the man who has everything.’ On his second visual pass his mind came again and again to her eyes. He’d never seen eyes so dark, like the dilated pupils of a cat, they were pure obsidian. It was unnatural and spooky even to him. ‘Beautiful,’ he thought.
The two of them stood in silence staring at each other until Skyler looked away. She looked back up at the painting and spoke softly.
“You read my book?”
“No,” Kyo took a drag and Skyler met his eyes again. There was silence for almost a minute as they stared at each other.
“Daisuke read it cover to cover about two months ago and he hasn’t shut up about it since.” Kyo suddenly pinched the bridge of his nose. “I might as well have read it. He’s told me every detail of the story twice in the past few weeks.”
Skyler smiled at the thought of her first autographee following Kyo around pointing out passages on every page if her book. She had just opened her mouth to comment on that thought when they heard Aleksis calling out for her.

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“So...have your boobs grown at all,” Shinya snickered quietly behind his hand.
Aleksis punched him in the arm. “You’ll never know,” he mumbled just as Daisuke came to stand beside him.
Shinya turned. “Ah, Aleksis Dimitre, this is Andouhara Daisuke, your wife’s biggest fan.”
Daisuke winced slightly at the word wife but took the offered hand and shook it firmly. Somewhere in his mind it made since that the more he disliked someone the bigger the smile he should paste on. Aleksis and Shinya exchanged questioning glances and Shinya shrugged slightly. Aleksis smiled pleasantly and turned around, the smile falling instantly from his face.
“Skyler?” Aleksis was instantly frantic. “Skyler,” he said louder. His voice became a loud baritone and he broke out in to a jog before Shinya or Daisuke had registered the movement.
“Aleksis, what’s wrong,” Shinya called after the distressed man. He was ignored as Aleksis kept calling Skyler’s name.

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Kyo and Skyler both turned at the sound of Aleksis’s voice and Kyo threw down his cigarette. He quickly stomped it out and stepped forward to reach for her. His fingers curled gently behind her elbow and she nearly jumped at the touch. Their eyes met and the decision to flee was made in an instant. There were no words exchanged as Kyo slid his hand down her forearm to lace their fingers together, and the room was empty when Shinya Aleksis and Daisuke entered.

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A.N. Well, that ends chapter one. Let me know what you think. Oh, and by the way. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to say this flat out or explain it in the next chapter but, I think I’ll just tell you so I don’t get people scratching their heads and e-mailing me the same question over and over. Aleksis Dimitre is a woman named Natasha. She is all woman, born and bred, but she lives her life as a man. You’ll find out why as her character develops in later chapters. Until next time! Ja mate! :)
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