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Ankoku no Naka ni	By : UtsukushiiAiji Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Pierrot Views: 995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Pierrot. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Ankoku no Naka ni
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Title: Ankoku no Naka
ni
Author: Alexandra
Genre: Pain & Pleasure
Pairing: An S and an M and the party that comes between them.
Comments: “Aishiterukara, kimi ga hoshii”. There’s a lot of random Japanese in here because the mood struck me to write that way at the time, but conversation should be understandable even if the language isn’t.
Side note: For the sake of simplicity, our M is always second when it comes to dialog, save for the one part where he is being discussed, where it’s pretty obvious he has no part in that conversation and who’s speaking.
~*~
“Welcome to the band.”
“T-thanks…..”
“Mmm…..”
“Wha..what…”
“Shhh.”
“….I didn’t know that..you were….like..this…..”
“Now you do.”
“Ahhh…..”
“To be a part of the band my friend…means to be a part of me.”
“Ha-hai…..”
“You already like the idea, don’t you……”
“Nnnnn…”
“This will be beautiful….”
“……”
“….just like you.”
~*~
“He’s a great guy, really….the both of them are.”
“Un.”
“You’re getting along aren’t you? I thought…”
“No, of course we are….”
“So he has…?”
“Yeah.”
“But you do know about them right?”
“….?”
“They both share the same tastes….and I hear they both, hmm…have a habit of breaking their toys.”
“….What?”
“I dunno, it’s just a rumor right…..I wouldn’t put much faith into it. People talk…I go by what I know na? That’s a road I don’t travel down…”
“….Right…”
“Just a warning, that’s all….Two sets of eyes can be harder to deal with.”
“It’s okay…..”
“…..You’re a smart guy, I can tell…and we really need you here. And although I don’t really wanna see that kind of stuff, just play it safe okay….”
“H-hai….”
~*~
He wandered down the hall, frustrated and fatigued. Practice had been so hard, so rigorous….much worse than his old band. But they also sounded much better than his old band ever would and he knew practice had a lot to do with it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to it by now though. He’d been with the band for a couple of years and although he was pretty much accustomed to his duty and responsibility, he still wasn’t used to the fact that they actually had a chance of making it and a real company had taken interest in them. The building they were in now was much larger than the one his old band resided in; the fact that they actually had a decent room to rehearse in impressive enough. And it was the size of the place that caused him problems like the one he was experiencing now.
I just want to find a restroom….It’s not a lot to ask for…Just want a shower…He said they were one floor down. This is the floor below ours, isn’t it? Maybe I wasn’t paying attention in the elevator….
His weary eyes traveled to door after unmarked door, none of which looked remotely like they held showers within them.
And I can’t even find anyone to ask….This is ridiculous.
He stopped in his tracks, fed up with the whole situation and ready to just go home to shower.
…..Whatever.
But as he turned around, the sound of something scraping the floor caught his attention. Intrigued, he looked back down the hall.
….Are?
He almost didn’t see it, the thin white sheet of copy paper that had apparently fallen from somewhere and landed ever so gracefully on the carpet. It was his nature to be wary, almost unnaturally at times, and the thin youth couldn’t help but look around repeatedly, as if someone were just waiting for him to take some sort of bait. Eventually, finding no threat except the ones in his head, he shifted the bag laying against his hip and adjusted his glasses, curiosity getting the better of him.
…..What?
He squinted at the writing on the paper as he closed in on it. English letters were written neatly in solid black strokes, but no matter how many times he sounded the words out, they made little sense to him. Tentatively he gathered the sheet in his hands, staring at it in perplexity until it occurred to him to figure out where it came from. His eyes drifted from the crisp horizon of the sheet to the plain wooden door that stood before him. He was tempted to just drop it back on the floor, but the breeding that haunted him whenever thoughts of noncompliance crossed his mind once again sunk its claws into his shoulders. Unable to turn back under that grasp, he found his only option was to knock on the nameless door and return the makeshift plaque to its proper resting place.
He lifted a thin wrist and rapped his hand against the wood twice.
There was silence as he looked downward again, contemplating the meaning of the words on the paper while idly stroking a strand of his hair.
“….Haire.”
He looked up.
And something recoiled deep inside him, something indescribable and lost, wanton and buried under layers of insecurity and secrecy.
Admittedly he was taken aback by both the word and the voice. He couldn’t tell if it was more the word or if it was the voice, a voice that was unthreatening in itself yet very capable of threat if his ears and the shiver that ran down his spine served him right. But he was one prone to illusion, or rather disillusion, and he knew better than to dwell on what was probably only in his head anyways. Instead he watched as a white hand reached out to grab the silver door handle, slowly turning it in reassuring silence.
“Shitsurei shimasu,” he said softly while opening the door, slim body slipping around it before it was even fully open. “Please forgive my intruding but…”
The lighting was dimmer than that of the hallway, and for a minute he almost forgot it was still daylight outside with the ambiance of the room. It lent to his creeping apprehension, the sudden amber glow engulfing him.
“Yes?”
His dark eyes fixed easily on the single figure sitting within the room. Clothes were strewn about, extravagant clothing it seemed, hanging from the walls and laying on the various pieces of furniture pushed against into corners. He noted from the corner of his eye the presence of a few instrument cases laying around as well; other trivial objects like magazines and bottles nestled amongst the mess quite naturally. And all of it seemed to be overshadowed by the slim figure sitting before him, all of it surrounding and leading up to a monolith of flawless ivory placed on a chair, slowly rippling as the man calmly combed what could only be likened to endless yards of onyx silk.
“I…I…”
He heard his own voice echo in his head as he stared. Breath drifted over his parted lips and the room fell away, the tawny light caressing the milky skin that transfixed him against his will. He didn’t notice that a mirror lay below the soothing light, nor did he notice that his parted lips could be seen by the man who had bewitched him so.
One kohl lined eye, depthless and relentless in its gaze, shifted.
“Yes?”
And as he saw that eye, the warmth that had flooded his cheeks and his veins was chilled by the sensation of ice dripping down his neck.
“I found this on the floor outside on my way to the restroom,” the brunette whispered, hurriedly averting his eyes to the floor. “I think it’s the sign for this room….”
The silence smothered him.
“Sou kai…….Leave it there on the table to your right.”
His eyes darted to the right and sure enough there was a table hidden beneath a variety of baubles. Quickly he set the sheet down and was thankful for no breeze to disrupt it’s precarious rest. His body edged back towards the door and he adjusted the shoulder strap to his bag needlessly to cover the noise.
“Do-doumo shitsurei shimashita,” he murmured while opening the reaching for the door handle and bowing.
“Hnnn,” came the even reply, comb guided through immaculate strands for the umpteenth time.
The urge became unbearable. While he knew he shouldn’t have, his eyes flittered up one last time before he slipped back out the door, accidentally locking gazes with the obsidian orbs watching him in the mirror.
And while the nameless sensation buried deeper into the tissues of his insides, suddenly it didn’t seem so lost after all.
~*~
“You were gone for quite some time there.”
“Yeah, I guess I was ne….”
“Did you get to shower?”
“Does it look like I got to shower?”
“Ano, no I guess not…”
“Un.”
“Well, I was supposed to tell you he wanted to talk to you so…here I am doing it.”
“…?”
“No, um, his brother….”
“…Hounto?”
“Yeah, he said he had something for you….”
“…Okay.”
“So….anoo…you were good at practice today..”
“Thanks.”
“Listen--”
“I’d better go talk to him. Ato de ne.”
“Ah…hai…”
~*~
“Hey.”
“Etooo….You have something for me?”
“Un.”
“…..?”
“One of the secretaries gave it to me…she said you’d left your key in the bathroom and someone found it…?”
“Ahhh…..thank you…”
“Be more careful next time na. You never know what weirdos are lurking around in this building…”
“Hai…”
“So….I noticed you and my brother have been spending a lot of time together recently.”
“….I guess….”
“Is he hitting on you?”
“Ah…anoo….”
“That’s what I thought.”
“….ehhh….”
“Don’t get sucked in by his false charm…he’s been perfecting that gentile façade of his since the day he was born.”
“…..”
“Moreover don’t think it’s your duty to please him, no matter what he says…..”
“Really, it isn’t what you think….”
“I know it is. It just isn’t what you think.”
“……..”
“……You’re better off with me.”
~*~
His heart beat loudly, pounding against the neat set of alabaster ribs which confined it. He fingered the corner of the snow white envelope again and again, wanting the contents to present themselves to him without him having to defy its pristine beauty. His name stared back at him, thick black strokes much like those he had looked at so intently earlier, save for the conspicuous curves of hiragana making the word more inviting. One thought kept racing through his mind.
He hadn’t lost his key.
He hadn’t lost his key anywhere and yet clearly there was a key resting soundly within the envelope. There was a key and a letter and he was afraid to retrieve either of them. He knew he was going to have to do it sometime lest the curiosity consume him alive, yet he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to do it now. Instead he continued to methodically stroke the smooth paper, quiet as the television droned on in the background and the rain splattered against glass and brick.
…..If I don’t open it now, I never will. It could be important. If it were important and I didn’t open it, who knows what bad things could happen because of me. It’s wrong of me to let such things happen, he chanted in his mind. Be responsible.
…I am responsible.
A thin finger slipped beneath the fold and pushed until the glue began to give way. Slowly he worked his way under the paper, trying not to rip open the envelope. After a minute he had succeeded in his task, staring at the open envelope once more before he plucked the letter from within and emptied the remaining contents into his palm. A silver key lay nestled within the crook of his hand. Silently he closed his hand around it and unfolded the letter.
He swallowed, hard. Even the blood pounding in his ears was all but forgotten about.
One key. One address.
One word.
~*~
It had began raining harder as he looked up at the moon, strangely peeking through the clouds despite the thick black downpour all those below it were subjected to. The cold water splashed on his face and he didn’t mind, umbrella tilted backwards as he waited for the storm clouds to consume the pale orb. The water running down his neck somehow calmed him; his eyes blank if not fearless in his patience.
Eventually the moon’s beams faded, dark clouds churning in their restlessness and turmoil and blanketing the night sky. A small, emotionless smile graced the chilled flesh of his face.
He didn’t want any witnesses.
~*~
The music fluttered through the air like a dying butterfly, a soft murmur that peaked dramatically at times, archaic yet somehow everlasting in its faded beauty. He followed it willingly, blind to everything but the heartbreakingly beautiful resonance, slender hands cradled at his chest as he sought out the source in such darkness. The path was clear enough however, one door lying open and spilling shards of silver light onto the wooden floor, inviting him to bask in their beauty yet be wary of their bite. And soon he found himself covered once more in the ever-changing light of the night sky, heart in his throat as he stood in the doorway. The rain continued outside, a shallow accompaniment to the soft melody filling the small room. The rain continued, oblivious to the race of his pulse and the prayer on his lips as his eyes gingerly fixed on the sight before him. Oblivious to the splendor sitting quietly before him, the splendor whose pallor rivaled that of the moon’s; whose locks rivaled the storm clouds of night in both their hue and fluidity.
Oblivious to the sin he was about to commit.
The other man sat silently, his hair falling over his shoulder much as it hand earlier, except this time there was no comb running through it. A pen was in his hand and he wrote, the wind filtering in through the window above him and ruffling the curtains at intervals, yet never seeming to touch him. He watched him in rapt fascination, fear, and desire. There was something to the graceful curves of his back that made him want to both cry and press himself desperately against the smooth, taut skin. It made him feel pathetic that he needn’t see his host’s face for him to feel the tension that was rapidly swelling within his breast. His knees were weak with a sensation he would learn to identify at another time, but now mistook as anxiety.
His breath caught as his host suddenly ceased his writing and reached to his side, deftly stopping the music.
The scraping of his chair against the wooden floor seemed almost too loud as he stood up. He stood frozen to the spot as the other man tossed his hair back over his shoulder. The noise of the chair still echoed in his mind as he watched it go cascading down his naked back, the shine clearly visible on each strand despite the lack of light.
“I’m glad you came.”
He didn’t know how to respond and instead began to withdraw, the only reaction he could ever carry out when he felt the way he did now. One would be hard pressed to get him to speak more than a few words, if he could manage to speak at all.
“Well?”
His voice was almost impatient as he turned around, dark eyes sinking into his guest’s flesh with the ease of newly forged metal.
“Come here.”
If he had a will of his own, it was currently being constricted by that tone of voice -- quietly bending beneath the pressure until resistance became unbearable. And as the body of the snake caressed him in such a deadly manner, the eyes lured him in with cold beauty and unreadable promise, almost corporeal in there hold on him.
Slowly he walked to him, his hands still clutched to his chest unconsciously, large eyes fixed on the floorboards. Everything was slipping away from him again, senses blurring and peaking in an unnatural fashion as they did on occasion.
Darkness….the sound of his shallow breathing…the chill of the wind on his cheek…his scent…his scent which surrounded him, clean and spiced….drawing him closer…darkness….heat…sudden heat warming his cheek as he fell to his knees, hands gripping the floorboards as a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.
“Kondo motto hayaku kite zo.”
He looked up, clutching his cheek as he tried to focus on his host’s face. He nodded hesitantly.
“Saa, mou tatte.”
His knee hit the floor and his hand gripped the wood as he pushed himself up and back onto his feet. He tried hard not to shiver as the heat from his host’s torso gently scraped his face on the way up.
“Mmmm….”
Hands entwined themselves in his short hair and he swallowed a gasp as he was pulled towards the wiry body with surprising strength.
“I’ll let it slide this time,” he murmured hotly into his ear, teeth nipping at the unpierced flesh.
“Ha-hai,” he whispered back, cheeks flushing as the thick lips traveled to his cheekbone, tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin. They traveled downward at a leisurely pace, leaving a trail of gentle kisses in their wake. His eyes fluttered shut just as they reached his lips, pulse quick and laced with arousal.
“Good…good…”
He took his bottom lip and sucked ever so lightly.
“…behave for me.”
The hand in his hair tightened its grip and he felt himself being spun around, back pressed against the other man’s chest tightly. He didn’t struggle, even as one arm wrapped around his waist and a hand moved to his throat. Instead he felt his body relaxing, a strange surge of relief flooding his veins as he rested his head on his host’s shoulder.
“Sou sou….,” the raven-haired beauty said while stroking his guest’s frail neck.
“Now tell me,” he began, words caressing the other’s ear again, “have you ever been…”
“….hurt?”
He shook his head no, breath coming faster as he felt the hand tighten around his throat.
A low laugh resonated in his host’s chest, a vicious smile lighting his lips.
And the sky turned black again, for there are some things even the moon wishes not to witness.
~*~
“I’ve been thinking lately.…”
“Hai?”
“It’d be best if you moved in with me.”
“…..Eh? Maji de?”
“Of course I’m serious. When am I ever joking?”
“…….”
“Why do you look so shocked? You are mine after all. It only makes sense that you live with me.”
“…No no…of course it does….It’s just…so soon, I didn’t expect….”
“Well, you will be comfortable here. We’re starting to make enough money for me to spoil you…provided you deserve it of course.”
“Ha-hai, wakarimashita….”
“I’m glad that’s settled na…I’ll help you move anything troublesome.”
“Thank you….”
“....Are…? Sore nani? Are you wearing makeup?”
“….Anooo….”
“I thought you didn’t like to wear makeup off stage?”
“I…hurt myself….”
“Nan da?”
“Ano sa, someone forgot to tape down a cord and I tripped on it….hazukashii desu….”
“Lousy fucking staff….I’ll have something done about that. Your face is too pretty to be marred by careless accidents.”
“Thank you…”
“Hnnn…nemashou.”
“Hai…”
~*~
“You like that, don’t you?”
There was nothing but panting to be heard, yet he knew his lover was blushing and that was answer enough in itself. Gently he caressed the welted skin with the smooth leather, running it along the set of delicate ribs and the curve of his shoulder blade. His smile widened in the darkness as he raised his arm again and brought the belt down with a loud, satisfying crack.
His lover cried out, part in pain and part in pleasure….
The belt was brought down again.
….yet all in devotion.
He braced himself for another blow, but the jingle of the belt buckle hitting the floor allowed for a moment of cautious relaxation. Gingerly he turned his head and automatically tried to raise his body off the bed, only to meet a steady hand pushing into his welts and forcing him back down onto the sheets. Knowing he had asked for that treatment he bit his lip to keep from making any noise lest his lover think he was complaining.
“I have a treat for you today my pet,” the other man said in his unreadable voice.
Strong hands grabbed at his thin waist, quickly pulling him up and flipping his body onto its backside.
“I think you’ll like it….”
He quivered slightly in anticipation, the bed shifting as his lover sat down on it. Tonight he was blindfolded as well as bound to the bed, his wrists tied to headboard with expertise. It was the first time he hadn’t been allowed to see what was being done to him, and although he would never voice protest, it was leaving him a little more disoriented than usual. He weakly turned his head to face where he believed his lover to be sitting, chest rising and falling heavily as he waited for his present.
Weight settled on his stomach, his lover straddling him and making resistance even more impossible.
“You’ve been so good as of late, I think we both know you deserve a reward.”
A click and a slight creak.
“But you have to stay very still for me my pet, or you might get…”
Fingers pinched the scant flesh of his nipple into a soft mound.
“…..hurt,” he finished with a smirk, driving the needle quickly through yielding flesh.
But before the act could register in his brain, hot lips were already descending on his own and swallowing his cries.
~*~
“What are these?!”
“I…”
“When did you get this done? And why didn’t you ask permission?”
“I..I…thought….”
“No, I won’t allow you to be pierced.”
“De-demo…”
“Kikoeru kai? I said no.”
“……..”
“Take them out. Now.”
“….They’re still sore…..”
“You should have thought of that before.”
“…Please….I…”
“I’ll do it then.”
“N-no…don’t…”
“What?”
“I’ll do it….”
“……You don’t alter your body without my consent, remember that.”
“Hai….”
~*~
“I heard you pierced your nips and my brother threw a fit.”
“…..Un….”
“You know why he doesn’t want you pierced, don’t you?”
“No…”
“It reminds him of me.”
“Ah, sou desu ka….”
“He thinks that’s my influence, although we both know it’s not….”
“…….”
“….or is it?”
“So-sou yuu---”
“You needn’t blush so hard you know. It only makes you more desirable.”
“Ha-hai….”
~*~
It had been a couple months since the last incident that angered his boyfriend had occurred. The air had cleared yet again because the man ate up obedience all too readily, his memory seemingly all too short for someone of such possessiveness. He supposed it was by choice, although he didn’t know why. His boyfriend had made it quite clear that any behavior he didn’t approve of would lend itself to him not only being kicked out of his home, but being kicked out of the band as well. It was an unfair situation, but he didn’t expect any better. Kirito treated him well enough when he played the role of subservience that was expected of him. And that was most of the time, seeing as he knew no other role in life when it came to most relationships. When things did get rocky he tried his best to smooth them back down, although every time he feared losing his career the vocalist chose to indulge himself in his partner’s body rather than press the matter further.
He wouldn’t complain. He never did, no matter which bedroom he was in.
“Tadaima.”
His voice carried throughout the apartment, melodic and quiet with distinguishable strength behind it.
“Okaeri nasai,” he called back, halting work on the song he had been writing so he could go greet his boyfriend.
“I brought home dinner,” the vocalist said in a slightly louder voice, and he made his way out of their work room a little faster, knowing the man would be less than pleased if he had to speak up again.
The kitchen was a decent size and it was his duty to keep it clean, although it wasn’t always his duty to cook. Kirito favored restaurants above home cooking most of the time and he was grateful for that fact.
“Thank you,” he replied while stepping from the carpet of the living room to the kitchen tile.
He began making himself useful, busying himself with procuring Chinese food from the bags.
“It’s from that little restaurant near the studio you like,” he added, setting a bottle of ocha on the kitchen counter and slowly coming up behind his boyfriend.
A smile lit his face as he concentrated on removing the dishes from the bags, but anyone who cared to look closer could see it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Thank you,” he said again, then tensed as he felt arms wrap around his waist.
“You know, you could at least greet me with a kiss like you used to……I think it isn’t too much to ask for when I go out of my way to do things for you,” Kirito whispered in a slightly annoyed tone of voice, placing a light kiss on the curve of his ear.
He set the last dish on the counter and turned around in the embrace.
“Gomen nasai anata,” he said softly, averting his eyes and leaning forward to kiss his cheek.
“Kiss me on my lips dearest,” he murmured as he turned to catch his boyfriend’s lips before they finished their course.
He felt himself being pinned against the counter, Kirito’s lips descending on his own, tongue gently nudging them apart. Passively he opened his mouth and let him kiss him to the degree he wanted to, hand resting on the other’s broad chest to steady himself. But the vocalist pulled back after a few seconds, his eyes narrowed in displeasure.
“You’d do well to kiss me back.”
“My…my mouth hurts…,” he lamented quietly, cheeks beginning to burn.
“Your mouth hurts,” he repeated.
“…I have a cold sore…..gomen Kirito….”
The older man stopped pinning him and stepped back.
“It hurts because you have a cold sore deshou?”
He winced as he heard that tone of voice, unconsciously cringing away from the other man.
“Or does it hurt because you’re sucking another man’s cock?”
He flinched as a hand shot out and grabbed him by the jaw, forcing him to look at the vocalist. The animosity residing in those dark orbs frightened him, for he wasn’t prepared for it.
“No Kirito, no……I wouldn’t….”
“Then why?” he spat angrily. “You don’t respond to me like you used to…You stay out late on the weekends visiting friends I’ve never met, you won’t kiss me back, we rarely have sex and when we do you never come…Have I been anything but gentle with you? Have I done anything but provide you with a nice place to live and the things you want? Look at this place - we’re the only ones out of all my friends living in a western style apartment. No one I know lives in so much space and yet you still behave as if it isn’t enough? Do you think you’re too good for what I give you? Too good for me?”
He felt the hand on his jaw tighten.
“Answer me!!”
”No Kirito…no…I’m not too good for you…..,” he stammered out, frightened by his boyfriend’s sudden rage.
“Then what the fuck is it with you?! Who is it? Is it him? My brother? Has he been telling you to do this to me?”
His hand forced his jaw upward.
“Are you seeing him when my back is turned? Because so help me if he has told you you can get away with this I will see to it you do not!”
The force on his jaw was lifted but he shut his eyes quickly, predicting the backhanding that sent him reeling into the corner of the kitchen.
“Kirito…please…stop…you’re scaring me,” he whimpered as tears began to slip from his eyes.
“Maybe you aren’t scared enough,” he hissed, advancing on him again, “Maybe you aren’t scared enough if you can be swayed by the lies of another man…”
He cornered his frail body again, body heat melting into his boyfriend’s as he leaned into him.
“I will talk to him, and you will stay away from him unless you want things to get worse….I will forgive you this time if you remember who you belong to…”
A soft sob escaped his lips as he pressed himself into Kirito’s chest, curling against him in atonement.
“If you remember,” he said in a slightly softer tone, “if you remember who loves you….”
~*~
“You and Kirito make a very handsome couple you know; everyone’s saying that.”
“…..Thanks….”
“What’s with that face? You don’t think so?”
“Oh no, no…Of course I do; Kirito is a very handsome man…..we’re lucky to have him as our vocalist…..”
“Un…Handsome and charismatic….”
“Hai…..”
“…….I envy you.”
“…..You what?”
“I said I envy you…..Kirito lavishes you with gifts, you guys have such a nice place…someone to love….shiawase sou naa ….”
“Shiawase tte?”
“Yeah, I mean, you’ve got it written all over your faces how smitten you both are….All those love songs he’s been writing recently, they’re beautiful because of you…..”
“Ahhh…sonna…”
“Look at you, you’re always glowing now that the two of you are together….”
“Listen….I…”
“Eh? You needn’t be modest….I see you playing with that collar when you think no one’s looking. You should wear it you know - it would probably make him happy.”
“…..Anoo, that collar……don’t tell him I like it so much okay? Let’s keep it a secret….I don’t want him to think I’m childish you know, fawning over an inanimate object like that na….”
“Hai hai, wakatta ne….But I still think it’s cute.”
“…You would.”
~*~
“The joke quit being funny a long time ago otouto.”
“Which joke Onii? The one where you lose your current lover due to your horrible temper and obsessive behavior and I laugh at you, or the one where I keep smoking my cigarette and pretend to give a fuck about whatever you’re going to accuse me of? Or the one where --”
“Urusei.”
“You asked.”
“You know what I’m talking about you meddling fuck.”
“Do I? Why don’t you tell me what I know.”
“I want you to stay the hell away from him.”
“Ohhhh….that joke. And joke he would be brother…”
“Yes, I can see how entertaining you find him by your shameless flirting with him every second of the goddamn day. And I don’t know, although I can speculate, how entertaining you find him behind closed doors.”
“I think you’re missing the punch line Kirito.”
“Listen, I don’t give a fuck about your smart mouth Kohta - I never have and I never will. But what I am concerned with is you staying the hell away from my boyfriend before I beat your sorry ass worse than I ever have before.”
“Hanase yo….You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What, that as usual, you’re trying to weasel whatever I get from beneath me? What are you telling him Kohta? What utter and total bullshit are you telling him to get him into your bed?!”
“Omae kikanei jan….I’m not fucking your boy Kirito.”
“Uso tsuke.”
“I’m not lying about this one.”
“Just like you weren’t about all the rest right.”
“Will you fucking listen to anyone?? I’m not sleeping with him! But yes, if he comes to me I’m not gonna refuse. There.”
“…..I don’t believe you.”
“Surprise surprise. You never were one to see the truth even if it was tacked to your fucking forehead for you.”
“…..”
“If you think I’m the one stealing him from you, you’re wrong. If you think I’m the one he’s in love with, you’re wrong. And if you think you’ll ever mean to him what he means to you then I’ve got news for you - you’re dead fucking wrong. Now shut the hell up for once and let me enjoy my smoke break in peace.”
“….You’d better pray to every god I don’t catch you Kohta, because this time I’m not going to let you get back up.”
“I’d almost like it if you did Onii, just so I could see the look on your face when you do get the joke….”
~*~
The knife clattered to the floor in a small cacophony amongst the quiet of the room. The noise of a hand coming in contact with flesh resound clearly afterwards, adding to the unusual background ambiance for a room harboring two young lovers. Perhaps the moon found tonight’s scene too intriguing not to watch, for she shone in all of her beauty in the starry sky, freely sharing her light with the men despite their obliviousness to it all.
“Does he hit you?” he whispered in the only voice his prey had ever heard, a silky lullaby that the night alone could carry on her wings.
“…No,” the thinner man responded shakily, dazed by the force of the slap and the numbness it brought. “..I mean…not in bed,” he mumbled hurriedly, as if the other could indeed read his mind and find some painful way to rip the thoughts from there. “He has on occasion….he…sometimes he thinks…”
His voice trailed off, quivering into nothing.
“What does he think?”
A hand gently traced the palm mark hidden by the dark. His prey shivered, opening his mouth then shutting it in indecisiveness, knowing that the blows hurt worse if he was caught with his lips parted.
“Say what he thinks my lovely whore…..”
The whisper was no request and no amount of hiding within his hair could help him escape the other’s wrath.
“Your scent…your scent….he…he can tell….but…..he doesn’t think it’s you….he..he….”
It was hard to keep his lips from quivering; hard to keep his body from flinching.
“….thinks it’s his brother….”
A deep laugh.
“Is that so? So incredibly naïve…..And yet he senses it, he knows you are not completely his….As if his brother was ever capable of such a thing.”
A hand slowly wrapped around the delicate flesh of his throat.
“As if he himself were ever capable of such a thing…..,” the voice purred, a vicious smile gracing his perfect lips. He could feel the subtle bob of his lover’s Adam’s apple beneath his palm.
“Tell me my whore….tell me….is anyone else capable of putting you in your place?”
His prey whimpered softly, the long fingers beginning to constrict.
“….No….”
“Is anyone else capable of treating you like you should be treated; of showing you what you’re really worth?”
“…..No….!” he gasped out, the fingers beginning to cut off his oxygen.
“He thinks he owns you, and yet you always come crawling to me in the night…..”
By now his prey was choking, struggling uselessly to breathe against the other’s whim even though his presence entailed wanting such treatment.
“You worthless slut….”
He let go of the other’s throat suddenly, but before his prey could catch his breathe he was already grabbing his hair and jerking him to him and into his lap.
“….I own you,” he hissed into the curve of his ear, ignoring the other man’s trembling.
“I own you, don’t I Aiji?”
The other man kept quiet, still shaking softly against the warm flesh of his captor. He never knew what was going to come next but he could never stop himself from trying to predict and prepare for it, mind fogged by sensations of pain and a distinct heat the pressed against his lower back.
“…..Yes…..,” he whispered back, a sliver of arousal eating into his veins. He never doubted that fact and he had no desire to, yet the presence of his other partner made remembrance all the more sweet for the both of them.
“Say it like you mean it Aiji…,” he said softly.
His grip was always steady when it came to ensnarling the short brown strands around his fist; his motions always fluid and strangely beautiful when it came to dealing with a body so eager to be torn apart. Aiji merely moaned as his head was pressed back into the feather pillow and his lithe frame was forced onto its stomach. In an instant his captor was forcing the long legs apart, wedging his own between them and pressing his body against his prey’s back. Aiji allowed his legs to be spread with no resistance, attempting to keep his bound hands above his head lest they be crushed beneath the combined weight of their bodies. He turned his face onto his uninjured cheek so he could be heard.
“Yes!” he screamed, a blunt hardness being thrust into his body with little warning or regard for his comfort, the minimal lubrication of nature suiting his lover’s tastes perfectly.
“Then why are you still with him?” the calm voice continued, only the faintest trace of anger detectable within it.
The guitarist shut his eyes tightly as his captor began to steadily fuck him, pushing deep within his body in a rhythm of sadistic desire.
“Answer me…”
Again his head was jerked by the mane, velvety lips caressing his neck lightly while the pounding against his thin body increased. Aiji shivered uncontrollably, swallowing hard as his neck ached and his arousal throbbed.
“I can’t…can’t leave him….”
A low rumble emanated from the other man’s throat and he knew he had said the wrong thing.
Aiji listened intently to the silence, his own panting and gasping the only thing audible. He groaned quietly as he felt the body on top of him lift slightly and the cock buried inside him pull out too quickly for his body’s liking. He felt himself being flipped over effortlessly, body flimsy like a rag doll’s and nearly as light.
“Why?”
His eyes opened and the silver moonlight spilled over his lover’s ivory skin, long strands of onyx silk cascading over his shoulders and reaching far enough down to tickle his own chest. The handsome face was still awash in shadows but he knew the sharp eyes were on him, boring into his mind and his soul relentlessly.
“Why Aiji?” he asked again, one slender finger idly sliding up the guitarist’s length.
“…Be..because…..”
His body burned, the flames numbing his ability to think.
“Do you….love him?”
Aiji bit his lip to keep it from trembling, his eyes held fast by orbs hidden in ink that saw all he did and knew all he thought whether he found them visible or not….
“I….I..”
His neck snapped to one side as another heavy slap was delivered to his cheek.
“Do you love him?” the voice repeated.
“…..I need the band…,” he whimpered, eyes squeezing shut in pain. “He says….he says he’ll replace me if I leave him….Jun’s s-still better than I am and, and they can do without me….”
His body flinched, anticipating another blow. There was silence.
“…Please,” he begged in a soft voice, “please believe me….I need him because I need the band….”
Fingers traveled up his taut stomach and to his frail chest, circling a nipple teasingly as his lover thought.
“Hnnn….”
Aiji yelped as his nipple was twisted and yanked suddenly, his back rising off the bed.
“When will you learn to answer me my whore…”
The chiseled face loomed close to his own.
“Do you love him or do you not?” he asked curtly, shoving Aiji back down into the mattress.
“No….no….,” he sobbed quietly.
Another slap rained down and another cry escaped his pale lips.
“Don’t lie to me Aiji….”
“I don’t!” he cried, his body trying to curl up instinctively despite the presence between his legs. “Please believe me…please….I don’t love him..I don’t…..”
There was another stretch of silence as Aiji felt himself being entered again. But this time a body blanketed his stomach, a curtain of hair covering the both of them as he was engulfed in his lover’s musky scent.
“Tell me then,” the other man began, slowly leaning down to lick his prey’s neck, “tell me Aiji…”
The guitarist bit his lip again to keep it from trembling, the wet tongue slowly making its way up the side of his chin.
“……do you love me?”
He felt the slick warmth stop right at the corner of his mouth, hot breath caressing his lips and silently promising a small comfort if standards were met. Short nails raked down the side of his body in what was a blissful caress compared to the damage they had done earlier, fingers slowly sliding down into his pubic hair and right near where he ached to be touched the most.
“…Yes,” he moaned softly, trying to meet the elusive lips with his own. “Yes…”
“And do you need me like you need him, my lovely whore?” the rich voice whispered.
Aiji swallowed another moan and merely shivered as he felt himself being stroked.
“….You own me…I..I need you more….”
A kiss was placed at the corner of his mouth.
“Do you Aiji?”
“Yes…..,” he confessed as his eyes drifted shut, perverse pleasure swelling within him at admitting such things. He felt the full set of lips drift downwards to suck at his neck while his lover’s hips pushed forward, reminding him to keep his legs spread and not to struggle. There was something about this position that made him close to coming even with such little stimulation, his arms hands held high above him, his torso deliciously stretched beneath a muscled frame he remembered vividly in his dreams….
“Nnnn….my pet….,” the voice murmured in pleasure, biting Aiji’s neck hungrily as the other simply moaned. Soon the erotic sound of his lover’s gasps and groans had him pushing into the guitarist’s body like he had earlier, slowly building to a frenzied rhythm.
“Tell me Aiji,” the raven-haired beauty whispered, pausing only to swallow the moan of ecstasy he dare not voice yet, “Do you think of me when he touches you?”
His stroking became harder and the brunette moaned louder, tossing his head to one side as his hair began to stick to his neck.
“When he fucks you?” the voice continued, his own pursue of the idea relentless in the undertaking.
Aiji spread his legs further apart instinctively, back arching as he fought to answer coherently.
“Yes,” he hissed, eyes lidded in ecstasy as he felt fingers pin down his neck. “Yes….”
The fingers dug deeper as his lover thrust himself in over and over again, small beads of sweat glistening on his shoulders in the moonlight. It was hard for the guitarist to keep from crying out, just from the force of being pushed into without the aspect of bliss coming into it. On occasion he did; his voice spiraling into something no one he knew had ever heard come from him, a voice he’d be ashamed to claim as his own if it didn’t seem so right with the passion he was experiencing now. And his lover enjoyed it; reveled in the knowledge that he alone could make such a quiet man scream with such raw emotion. Aiji had never felt love before and no one was more aware of it than the man who took him now, who plunged into the deepest crevice of his being and pulled him into his own with a strength and desire no one could question.
The fingers previously digging into him relented. Quickly they made their way to Aiji’s flushed face, sliding across his lips as his tongue darted out to welcome them inside his waiting mouth. Instead they rejected the offer, dragging downwards in a rough caress of his face then traveled up to keep his hands pinned above him.
“Does he make you cum as hard as I do?” he whispered heatedly, changing his stroke to a pump as he hovered over the other’s willing body.
All Aiji could do was moan, his voice and breathing getting more pronounced with each touch from his lover. His body began to tense and he almost began to thrash about if it wasn’t for his arms being held securely above his head. It was rising within him, that peak, that climax he was so absolute in addiction to he risked everything for….that sense of abandon and release he craved so badly in its absence, life out of his control for once…the feeling of his body abused and taken, worn and beaten lovingly into what both he and his mate needed to feel secure and satiated…
“Let him see the color of your skin and question his ownership….Let him try to take from a body that has already been stripped clean….”
It was too much, that pressure bubbling within him, the rubbing of fragile skin and the feeling of a body inside his own, coaxing him with the most perverse of touches….he could hear his lover clearly panting as loud as he…
Teeth sank into his neck and the body covering his own thrust one last time, pausing for one final moment of human grace. Aiji shut his eyes tightly as he felt himself fill with heat and silken evidence of their love, his own body joining in the orgasm and touching his partner as well. A sigh of intense pleasure escaped both their lips as the raven-haired beauty let go of the other’s hands, lazily bringing them down to caress the few wounds that still wept crimson.
“…..You are mine Aiji,” he said softly, “and soon you will be mine alone.”
It pleased him endlessly to hear him say such things, to feel the now gentle hands undo the cord wrapped so fixedly around his sore wrists. He fought to catch his breath as his lover tossed the cord aside and lay back down on the bed, long hair splayed about the pillow as he pulled Aiji to his breast. The brunette never let Kirito hold him as close as he let this man do so; he never felt so at ease in the embrace of another person period. His eyelids began to fall and the rhythm of the other man’s heart beneath his ear comforted him, reminding him it was safe to rest for the time being.
“Aiji.”
He had almost begun to fall asleep.
“Hai?”
The eyes of his lover were shut in the throes of exhaustion.
“When will you make my bed your own?”
It pained him to hear that question, his heart clenching in sudden anxiety.
“I….you know I can’t be here…..”
He buried his face deeper into his own chestnut hair, clutching at the pale frame he rested upon.
“Do you or do you not love me?” the calm voice inquired.
“But…”
Words lodged themselves in his throat, stubborn and unforgiving in his discomfort.
“Pierrot….please have mercy with me…..we’re finally getting somewhere and…and….I don’t know what I’d do elsewhere….where else I can take my music…”
Tears began to swell in his eyes as his lover remained unresponsive.
“Ki-Kirito still doesn’t know you; I know how to behave for him to keep him from questioning….please don’t take me from them so soon….You have my heart, my soul…my body will come soon enough, I swear….”
Quietly began to cry, ashamed of both his helplessness and the actions he had taken to place him in such a position. Although he remained silent, his lover took comfort in the knowledge that his pet would never press himself against another man’s body as desperately as he did now, nor shed such honest tears or plead with anyone else.
“I want you soon Aiji…..do not deny me what I want.”
He swallowed a sob.
“Please,” he begged softly, “please, just a little longer….until I can’t be thrown away….”
“Thrown away? You’re already worthless….”
His ochre eyes squeezed shut as the ache in his heart grew sharp.
“…please don’t say that….I..I love you….”
Silence ensued, stifling as he prayed that the one person he depended on so much not be as impassive as he seemed.
The arm holding him tensed.
“…You’re worthless Aiji, worthless unless you are completely mine….”
~*~
“Gods have mercy Aiji what’s with that bruise on your cheek? Did my brother do that to you?”
“No, of course not…..Kirito would never lay a hand on me….”
“I doubt that.”
“…He wouldn’t….you shouldn’t talk about him like that, one of the staff could hear…”
“Well if he wasn’t such a controlling jerk I wouldn’t talk about him like that na.”
“…..Kohta….”
“How scared are you if you’re acting so naïve? Or more importantly, what are you scared of?”
“Please--”
“Because if it isn’t him, you’re asking for it….I know what you’re doing Aiji, I’m not as slow as he is. But when he does figure it out, you’d better hope to god your lover can put him in his place, or…..”
“Kohta…I’m not…I wouldn’t…Kirito’s happiness is important to the band….”
“Yeah and so is you being able to walk Aiji - you’d better leave him while you can or you’re asking for trouble. I know what guys like you are like. You won’t get thrown out of Pierrot no matter what he says; there’s three more of us who know you haven’t done anything wrong.”
“…I…..I…”
“Listen, people like him…like me, we know how to manipulate other’s fears. You can’t be with him out of sheer devotion to your goddamn work Aiji, life doesn’t work like that. You’re going to get seriously hurt, and whoever you are in love with is going to get burned as well. Normally I’d be saying this because I’d expect you to follow me home, but I can see that isn’t going to happen, and I’m starting to get concerned….He’s really fallen for you and unless you get the hell out before he brings the both of you out into the open, and trust me, I know my brother and he will, his attachment is going to get out of hand. Don’t think he won’t get drastic if he believes you were made for him….”
“…..Kohta….I….th-thank you….”
“Don’t worry about it……I just really wish you would have seen in me what you saw in him when you joined this band.”
~*~
“Anata, I hear we might be getting to play an event soon since the mini album did so well….Is that true?”
“Hnnn….it might be, why?”
“I was just wondering, that’s all….Jun seemed so excited.”
“Well, he’s been waiting for us to make a name since we started this band. I’d hope he’d be excited.”
“I think, I think it’s great ne….we’re going somewhere…..”
“Un. Although you know, that means changes in the way things work.”
“…..Like what?”
“You’ve been paying attention to the major visual bands recently haven’t you?”
“Hai…”
“This whole fanservice thing seems to be getting popular.”
“…….”
“I’ve been thinking, we should begin something along those lines.”
“…..What…what would we do?”
“Well, it would be you and I of course. Perhaps we could kiss or something like that.”
“But..Kirito, people would start to think….”
“And? They’d think the truth? I’m not ashamed of it.”
“But…but….our male fans…I mean, the girls, it would be okay, but we do have some male fans…”
“Don’t you remember what it was like to have an idol? They won’t care; once you get hooked you turn a blind eye to anything unsettling.”
“I guess, but…still…kissing?”
“Aiji, do you have a problem with me touching you? Or a problem with people seeing it?”
“….I’m just shy, that’s all…I…I like it when you kiss me….when you touch me….”
“….You’re so beautiful…I want other people to witness what we have….”
“Mmm…Kirito…”
“The way you blush….how you feel in my arms….”
“Ahhh……”
“..Aiji…..I love you…..”
“…I…..I…..love you….too….”
~*~
Kirito ran a hand through his dark hair, absently noting the sweat that coated each strand. He had been rather stressed as of late and the only way he found he could relax was to take pleasure in the presence of his boyfriend. He lay on their bed drained, comfortably tired and cooled by the breeze of the air con in the corner of the room. Granted, it would have been nicer if Aiji would lay with him, but he couldn’t deny the other the want to wash up after such activities. His boyfriend was almost neurotic about laying in bed without having cleaned himself, but since Kirito had never been on bottom he wasn’t sure as to how uncomfortable he would be without taking a trip to the restroom afterwards. Yet tonight for some reason the stale sweat clinging to his skin was making him decidedly annoyed, and he was contemplating joining his lover in the shower. After all, they rarely bathed together and he always found it to be an intimate experience when they did. It was hard not to admire the delicate curves of the guitarist’s body when water streamed down them, and even harder not to kiss his pale neck when he arched it beneath the shower head’s spray and steam.
Aiji, I miss you and you’re just in the next room….
With that thought he got off of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, pausing before the door to shrug his boxers off. He could hear the muffled sounds of the water hitting the tile and already imagined himself behind the brunette, his arms wrapped lovingly around his waist. If it were up to him they would spend more time like that, just holding one another, but life was starting to get hectic and their schedules more packed, and Aiji always seemed to have something he had to do in his spare time…
When we have vacation next, I’ll take you somewhere…Some remote ryokan where we can be alone and be ourselves. I want you to feel as special as you are to me, I want you to feel pampered and taken care of…..I want you to realize no one will ever care as much for you as I do. You should be mine and you are mine, and it’s going to stay that way….
He let his forehead rest on the door, hand gingerly pressing against the wood and eyebrows furrowing in discontent as something tugged at his brain.
…But why is it, why is it I feel as if you’re holding something back….Why is it I never really feel inside you even when we make love…..I don’t want to think…no. No one but Kohta is ever foolish enough to try and take what belongs to me. And not this time. I know Aiji loves me. I know he is honest in his words and reserved in his nature. No matter how flamboyantly he behaves for the fans, or how raunchy his costumes get, I know it’s a lie. I know I am the only one to touch his body. He would never cross me and he would never leave Pierrot.
His hand curled into a fist.
I know Aiji loves me.
And it was then he heard a small noise alongside the muffled flow of the shower. It had almost sounded like a small cry, although Kirito had no idea why Aiji would make such a noise in the shower.
…Maybe he cut himself?
The guitarist had taken to shaving his arm hair as of late, but seeing as it didn’t bother him he allowed him to continue doing so.
Hmm…
He heard another noise, similar to the first, and Kirito’s curiosity got the better of him. Quietly he took a hold of the door knob, twisting it soundlessly and nudging it gently. The door opened a crack and he paused, waiting to see if his lover made any kind of acknowledgement. But instead the water continued and the noise became clearer, Aiji’s voice making what could have been a moan. Intrigued, he pushed the door open further, this time able to see inside the room. The shower door was glass, but textured so as to be translucent instead of transparant and if one wasn’t paying attention anyone could open the door without being seen. He could see Aiji’s blurred naked form, body shoved in the corner of the shower, head tilted at an angle so that his hair fell onto his face. There was movement, a rhythm Kirito had to watch closely for a few moments before he could distinguish as out of the ordinary. The guitarist had one hand planted on the wall to stabilize himself.
He was well aware of what the other man was doing, and even though it should have been a beautiful sight for him, that he should have walked into the shower and joined him, Kirito found that he had to shut his eyes. The vision stayed with him however, burned into his eyelids by a fierce passion he’d been victim to all his life.
Because the name he heard wasn’t his own.
~*~
“Aiji….come lay with me, it’s late.”
“…Let me just finish writing this last riff…..”
“Dearest, you can do it tomorrow…..Come here.”
“…Hai….”
“You know, sometimes you pay more attention to our music than you do me.”
“…I…I don’t mean to….If you want to go to bed earlier, I’ll stop….”
“Well I mean we’re in a hotel Aiji, we just got done with a concert….You needn’t write now. We should be celebrating…Tonight was a big night.”
“Hai….”
“Do you know what Jun and his lover are doing right now?”
“….No…..”
“They’re in each other’s arms, celebrating…”
“…..”
“….I wonder why we aren’t doing the same.”
“If..if you want to anata..but…I’m exhausted…..”
“I wonder Aiji, if I were to fuck you right now….”
“.ahhh…”
“…who would you be thinking of? Would it be me?”
“Kirito, please…that hurts….”
“Yes Aiji, I’m sure it does….But let me tell you what hurts even more. Try taking someone into your home, giving them everything they want, letting them have a dream career, loving them deeply and devoting yourself to them utterly…”
“..Ki-Kirito….”
“….only to find out, despite all of your warnings and all of your kindness, that they’re fucking someone else behind your back. Now tell me Aiji, does that hurt?”
“Yes….yes!”
“But there’s a remedy to that pain Aiji, and I’m going to teach you it…”
“….itte…”
“You see, you find the source of the pain, and then you eradicate it by any means possible….You for instance, aren’t capable of following through with that remedy right now, but I Aiji, I am.”
“Kirito…please…”
“I’m going to find him, and when I do, he will no longer haunt either of us, do you understand? There will be no third party to our love. There will be no other hands on you when mine are away.”
“…Kirito…!”
“You are mine Aiji.”
“…..”
“Mine.”
~*~
It was a cold day, the sky blanketed by an absence of color some took comfort in and others detested. The building, despite it’s heating, seemed to be victim to the cold as well, drafts seeping in between bricks and caressing one’s body when they least expected it. Everyone walked around with more layers than usual on, yet some, more than others, managed to still feel the cold.
“I have exciting news for you boys,” some face Pierrot wasn’t familiar with yet announced. “You’ve far exceeded our expectations since we signed you to this label, and thus your hard work is about to pay off.”
All five of the men nodded, Jun and Aiji sporting kind smiles at the compliment.
“You see, there are a couple other groups that seem to be doing equally as well, and management had a brain storm last month,” the businessman continued. “We’ve decided it would be a good idea if we held some sort of event sporting all the talent of the label…So far we have the setup and general idea down but we’re still considering where to hold it. I think you’ll agree it’s a smart way to expose fans of other bands to your music….”
Kirito pulled a hand out of his pocket and ran it through his hair.
“What’s this event going to be called? And who are we going to be playing with?”
The older man adjusted his glasses and looked at the sheet of paper he held in his hands.
“Well, we were planning on naming the ordeal ‘Sweet Trance’ after a suggestion from one of the younger executives, and as for the bands, I brought one of them up here to meet the five of you.”
He smiled and bowed lightly, turning around and making his way to the door. The members of Pierrot exchanged looks with one another, ranging from curiosity to boredom.
“Please come in,” the man said and voices were heard making their way around the door until a group of five young men walked in, smiling and bowing politely as they muttered their thanks.
Every set of eyes in Pierrot fixed on the other band, looking them over with interest. All except for one pair, who had already seen enough, hurriedly fixing on the floor as he fought to catch his breath.
“Please introduce yourselves,” the businessman said with a wide grin, hand extended for the new band to move closer to the other five men.
A man of slender build smiled and bowed one more time before turning to face Kirito. His hair was long and framed his face, reddish in tint and layered professionally. A kind smile lit up his face as he brushed a piece of hair from his eyes, laying his hands back down against his lap afterwards.
“My name is Taka, and this is La’ Cryma Christi….Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”
The word echoed from the other band members, as well as from Pierrot.
He turned his head slightly and spoke over his shoulder,
“Guys, please introduce yourselves.”
A small, cheerful looking youth stepped forward first, his hair bright and cut round about his face, almost making his smile seem even bigger.
“Draamu no Levin desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.,” he said with a bow.
A more normal looking man stepped forward, his hair brown and his face lacking any particularly distinguishing feature.
“Giitaa no Koji desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”
Beside him stood a rather rough looking blonde, his hands in his pockets as he took a few steps forward as well.
“Beisu no Shuse desu. Yoroshiku ne.”
Taka shot Shuse a well-aimed motherly glare for shortening things. Shuse shrugged and started looking over the room. There was silence for a moment and then Taka coughed lightly.
“Anoo…” he said in a soft voice, still watching the members of Pierrot as they looked them over. Kirito was watching him like a hawk and it was beginning to make him uneasy.
The last member left had his hands in his pockets as well, silent as he stared at one member of the other band in particular.
“Hiro-kun, aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”
Kirito’s eyes grew wide at the sound of the name.
The raven-haired beauty made a small noise in the back of his throat, leaving his hands in his pockets as he stepped forward.
“Guitaa no Hiro desu….,” his gaze switched to meet Kirito’s, unwavering in their confidence and mystique.
“…..Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”
Taka smiled and bowed again, the whole band joining him in his effort. The room went hush as La’ Chryma Christi waited for the other band to introduce themselves, but Kirito was so shocked he remained quiet, dark eyes silently battling with another’s.
“Kirito, aren’t you going to….,” his brother began, but then saw the look on his face. His eyes drifted to what the older man seemed fixated with and his brow furrowed, wondering why Kirito would give someone he didn’t know such a look. At a loss at what to do, he looked back at the other members for help.
Jun was smiling nervously.
Takeo seemed bored.
And Aiji….
He looked at the intense blush on the young man’s face, his hand placed over his chest as he tried to hide himself behind his hair. Suddenly it clicked.
And Kohta just shook his head.
~OWARI
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