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Endless Rain	By : Kimigurl Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > S.K.I.N. Views: 1689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of S.K.I.N or Dir en Grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Hurray! My first SKIN fanfic! I just HAD to write this down, I had an awsome idea including Yoshiki and it wasn't just another fantasy. Seriously, I hope you enjoy it as it is some of the best writing I've done. Technically it should be on fanfiction.net however they took down their celebrity wall so I'm putting it here. And I get to reach into the dirty part of my mind for it...LOL!

Summary: The friends of a young girl with a broken soul take her on tour with S.K.I.N in hopes of healing her broken heart. But when Yoshiki finds himself staring at the mirror image of his former self he must overcome his once broken soul in order to try save her.
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Prologue

Unfaithful darkness in which I’ve slept,
Take my heart and release it’s depth,
Darkness crawling up my spine,
Take my soul it’s no longer mine

Something ready to tare us apart,
Someone trying to stop this heart,
Holding us back from destiny,
Trying so hard to disagree.

Love so deep I cannot see,
Fear so steep it consumes me,
Hate so blind I cannot walk,
With this sorrow I cannot talk.

You’ve given up long ago,
The sorrow casting a mighty blow,
Seeing nothing ahead in years,
So much hate,
So many tears.

Father mine drenched in blood,
Unable to kill unable to judge,
Feel my terror take me in,
Hear my voice feel my skin.

Much time spent as one,
Yet now you think that time is done,
This love is one that cannot contend,
One that I will forever defend.

Waiting evermore to hear your song,
Giving myself for too long,
Holding passion for sweet death,
Taken so much nothing left,

Been my guide all my life,
Holding me back free from strife,
Keeping me warm in your arms,
Letting nothing show me harm.

One guilty soul with a sorrow too deep,
One young girl with a memory to keep,
A power fighting to make them choose,
Two deep hearts with nothing to lose.
Laughter rang through the wind, in the darkness as a young woman fought to keep her footing. Several feet away from her a young man lay face down in the dirt, a groan escaped his limp form as he began to stand.
The girl’s laughter didn’t cease or falter, instead as he turned and showed his dirt drenched and ripped clothes her laughter only gained power. She leaned over laughing so hard she had to sit down, her stomach began to hurt as her contagious humor seemed to only chide those who had witnessed the scene.
The boy glared at the crowed that laughed at his dirty form. “Fuck you!” he called to them, but instead of taking in the insult it only bounced off their laughter that got louder.
“That’s what you get for stealing someone else’s drink you dumbass!” the girl called from the ground.
The boy sneered at them and began to brush off his clothes, yet could not stop the smile that began to form on his lips, the young woman, still contagious with giggles approached him and began to brush the gravel from his arms and clothes “Yeah, you’re pretty smooth with those moves. And look, you even shattered the beer you were attempting to steal.”
He turned to see the shattered drink several feet from the indent of where he’d landed. He shook his head as a laugh spilled from his mouth, he’d felt embarrassed enough that he tripped, but in front of the people that surrounded him and the girl attempting to clean him, he knew he’d never forget it.
She then reached up and towards his shaggy black hair and began to brush it as well. “Look at your arms! They’re all cut up!” she slapped his not bruised arm “God you’re an idiot!”
“Shut up!” he yelled at her playfully pushing her away from him “I tripped okay!”
“Yeah over your own feet” she retorted “There’s like, nothing to trip over.”
The man snorted, as the last of the pebbles fell from his arms. The girl had stopped laughing but she held on an arrogant smile he’d seen too many times.
“Come on” she said “Do you wanna head home?”
The boy turned towards the crowd that had gone back to their business in the party, he nodded “Sure” he said “But let’s head to town quickly, I wanna pick up something to eat at Sev.”
The woman scrunched her face in disgust “Not Sev!” she said angrily “Remember Jo go food poisoned there? We’ll head to Fast Gas.”
She then began to dig into her pockets, he saw the light flick on top of her head “Oh! My jacket!”
She turned and ran back to the house.
He watched her run up the stairs and turned to walk towards the car they’d arrived in. her car was a ’96 mustang that she constantly complained about. She always said that the only good thing about it was that it was fast. Her father had given it to her the year before and she’d taken it with much hesitation. ‘I don’t’ know why he gave it to me,’ she would complain ‘I fucking hate cars! God! And this one is such a piece of shit! I live in the middle of the goddamn country! I mean come on, the gravel scrapped the bottom everytime I hit the back roads!’ But then again she’s never liked any low vehicle she thought she’d have to ‘crawl’ into. He didn’t’ mind it though, in fact he loved her car.
Even though she’d rather be driving her mom’s Durango being young he was attracted to something small, sleek, and fast. Opening the door he leaned down and settled himself.
The girl opened the door and with her usual grumblings of ‘too fucking small’ she settled in her seat throwing her coat in the back. “So are you okay?” she asked starting the engine.
“Oh you’re concerned now?” he snapped.
She laughed “Of course, laugh at you then be concerned. It’s the way of the Blackfoot.”
The man stared at her, “What did I do to you?” he asked himself incredulously.
She rolled her eyes and reached for the radio “Yeah, the only good things about this car are the engine and the stereo now.”
He looked at the radio “Oh your dad finally fixed it?”
She smiled playing with her iPod “That’s right, and now I don’t have to waste my speaker batteries when we drive around. X JAPAN sounds pretty awesome in my new stereo.”
‘I.V’ began blasting through her system and he had to agree it did sound good. ‘Probably complained enough’ he thought to himself over his best friend.
While she didn’t complain over too many things those that she did were taken to another level, she’d whine, and whine over something until someone does something about it. Her father most likely got sick of hearing the same speech about the fact that her car had no speakers or radio in it when he bought it. He’d bought a system for her for Christmas the year before and only now in the middle of July put it in, she should consider herself luckily that he took the time to go back and do it. Her father was world renowned for staring one thing with full determination before turning his back on when he started another project. A vicious cycle.
“So guess what!” she called over the speakers.
He reached over and turned the stereo down, a frown appeared on her face for a few seconds before she turned to him. “What?” he asked.
Her smile widened “I won a trip!” she screamed.
Her cry was louder than the speakers an he jumped before placing his hands over his ears “OW” he cried in pain “What the fuck!”
“Sorry” she apologized gripping the wheel in excitement “But I can’t believe it! I mean! Guess who it is! Guess! Guess! Guess!”
Staring at her he thought her head was going to start spinning, she reminded him of that crazy JRocker Miyavi that she was always listening to. She looked like she was beside herself. He laughed at her sudden changed in attitude “I don’t know who?”
It would be a question he would regret as her scream resonated straight through his eardrums “S.K.I.NNNnnnnmmmphhhhh!”
He saved his ears from splitting as he reached over and clamped his hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry I asked” he yelled “I need my fucking ears to hear! Geeze this woman!”
He leaned back and she laughed “I’m sorry” she said with enthusiasm “But I can’ thelp it! I mean I’m going to met and travel with my favorite group! I mean, do you know how many people would kill to meet Yoshiki, Gackt, Miyavi, and Sugizo ALONE! I’m going to meet them together! Ahhhhh! I can’t contain myself!”
“Just don’t kill us on your stairway to heaven” he told her.
She stopped “Actually I’m saying it wrong…we’re going to meet them together.”
The man stared at her as if to say ‘Explain?’ “Well,” she said “…okay a few months ago S.K.I.N put out a call for writers. They said they wanted a ‘semi-journalist’ to travel with them on their American tour and write for their American fans, a blog kind of thing you know what I mean? But Yoshiki, came up with the idea for having it be fans that could travel with them, that way they’d get to know their target audience and give us a chance to get to know them as well you know? Well I just couldn’t pass that opportunity up. So I wrote several letters and gave exampled of my work and sent them in. And they wrote back! I won! I won the trip with them! I get three weeks on the road with S.K.I.N! Can you believe that!” staring at him excitedly she saw that while he was ‘somewhat’ happy for her he was still attempting to grip how he fit into all of it. “Oh yeah” she laughed “Anyway, I contacted their manager and argued with him asking if they would allow several of my friends along. I stated that you guys were my inspiration as well as my ‘writing’ buddies, which is right considering Jo is my writing partner. So he contackted Yoshiki and he said ‘Yes!’ can you believe that? I LOVE Yoshiki! Yoshiki said I could bring four at the most and you know me…”
“You invited the limit” he said.
She nodded enthusiastically “So I’m taking you, Jo, Robyn, and Annette!” she laughed again “Yeah, when I told Jo she just started screaming! And then I started screaming. And we were screaming until her dad came downstairs and told us to shut up!”
He laughed t the image of Jo and her jumping up and down screaming in Jo’s room like two fangirls. Jo was a well known metalhead, she worshipped groups like Nightwish and HIM. Her room was decked with metal band pictures, and black wallpaper.
At the same time he had to laugh at the image of Jo’s dad opening the door and telling them to shut up before slamming it. It reminded him of a cartoon comic. “But moving on that’s the story, are you coming?”
She turned to him with hopefilled eyes, staring at her excited form he knew he couldn’t let her down. “Sure why not?” he agreed “Who’d be stupid enough to turn down a paid trip to the US? Besides it’ll be awesome to see Miyavi live.”
This time he was prepared and after talking he immediately placed his hands over his ears but he wasn’t prepared when she let go of the wheel and started shaking him “I can’t believe we’re goin!” she screamed.
He started laughing as her joy was contagious. He and to admit he was pretty excited over the idea. A few years ago she’d discovered JRock when she started watching Anime. She always liked the music and decided to take a deeper look into it, a few weeks later she showed him just how far that look would go. She’d tell him about Japanese musicians and bands, about how awesome they were. Like most people on this side of the world he didn’t’ really know how much the Japanese scene, all he knew is that there were samurai, it was highly over populated, and the amount of video games that were produced and made in Japan.
But as she fell in love with the country she showed him that there were much more that samurai in the small country. Some of the horror movies gave him nightmares he hadn’t had since he was 6 and he had to admit the girls were pretty hot. But above everything else she fell in love with the music and he had to admit it was pretty good.
Bands like Dispar’s Ray, Dir en Gray, and (her favorite) S.K.I.N were only the tip of the iceberg of what would be probably some of the best music he’d heard in years. But all he did was ask her to make him cd’s of their stuff, while they were good he left obsessing to her.
He wasn’t surprised that that news that meeting this band would almost blow heart open. X JAPAN almost two decades before had brought the metal scene to Japan, without them it might have never been. Yoshiki had been the leader and drummer for the band, however in 1998 a year after the band broke up, the drummer’s bestfriend hide had been found accidentally asphyxiated in his hotel room. Yoshiki disappeared from public view for two years. She’s down him an interview in which Yoshiki swore he’d never play drum again, and that he never wanted to appear in public as his former self.
However a few years later Yoshiki reemerged and seemed to be okay and ‘thankfully’ continued to make music. Yoshiki was considered a living Rock god/legend and as a lover of Johnny Cash he could only understand.
Sugizo was another living legend in Japan. His band ‘Luna Sea’ had been discovered by hide in the early 90s. Sugizo own skills as a singer and guitarist were rivaled only by the youngest member of the band. Like many rockstars Sugizo was supposed to have been quite wild. However when the guitarist’s daughter had been born he settled down but from the footage that he’d seen it seemed even his daughter had not tamed his true nature when playing the instrument he loved so much.
Gackt had been part of a music group called 'Malice Mizer' which had been part of the 'rock' genre in the middle of the 90s. Though he'd always thought Gack tlooked way too much like a pretty boy his best friend seemed to only harbor lust for the Japanese god. But that's to be expected, once Gackt disband from Malice Mizer he went solo and was currently probably the biggest name in music and entertainment in Japan. Gackt was everywhere. But he had to admit that he did understand why, she'd shown him lots of clips of Gackt and the Japanese man had skills. Gackt could play almost every instrument, was probably the most flexible man he'd ever seen, and the music that Gackt played ranged from pop to rock. It was no wonder she always had stars in her eyes when talking about Gackt.
But out of the four his favorite had to be Miyavi. The youngest member was once in a group called ‘De la Quartz’ that started in the late 90s. They were successful until they disbanded in 2002. After that, Miyavi started a solos career taking on every other genre of music that lost and gained him fans. His career was only getting stared buck the other three was seen to show great promise. And even perhaps above Sugizo, Miyavi’s skills on the guitar were awe inspiring.
The young man remembered one day the girl dragged him into her room and sat him down “Watch this” she said with enthusiasm, he’d gotten used to seeing in her since she found the second country. She played for him a video. The video ‘Selfish Love’ would provide inspiration and embarrassment as he saw Miyavi playing the guitar like a child would play with a toy, and yet the sounds that came from the strumming were only what could be described as ‘amazing.’ “That girl’s pretty good” he told his friend “And she’s kind of hot. What’s her name?”
The girls didn’t have time to reply through her evil smirk as the music started and it was made painfully aware through the guitarist’s deep voice that Miyavi was a man.
He could feel his face go read as he still felt shame for checking out another man. Aside from that he had to admit that Miyavi’s energy even through a screen was contagious. He loved the energy of the youngest member and had to admit he was excited to see Miyavi Live. It would defiantly be explosive.
“So maybe now you’ll have Gackt” he teased the girl.
She laughed “Maybe I’ll have them” she retorted.
He laughed harder “Gross.”
“But seriously” she sobered up “All I want is to see one of Yoshiki’s piano and drumsolo’s and I can die happy. I may have a heart attack halfway through. Yumm!”
The girl had a thing for drummers, she loved drummers. So it wasn’t surprised to see her swoon over the X JAPAN leader that was said to be ‘demon on the drums’ and ‘princess on the piano’. However it was a little uncomfortable that he was 20 years older than her. He had to wonder “Would you ever make a move on Yoshiki?”
She turned to him “Huh?”
“Well?” he asked “I mean the guys 20 years older than you…he’s like three years younger than your mom…”
She turned back and shrugged “The guy is so hot I don’t know. I mean…if he looked his own age it wouldn’t be so bad…like Ozzy Osborne. However…he looks like he’s mid 20s not mid 40s! It’s so confusing…okay, okay. How’s this? I wouldn’t make a move on him unless he made a move on me…then I’d be like ‘okay’. But I wouldn’t take it too far. I mean…he is in his 40s.”
He wasn’t really satisfied with the answer. If it did come out to her getting with one of the members he’d rather it be Miyavi since the guitar magician is youngest and closest to her age. Even Gackt is 12 years older than her and even that would be stretching it.
“But don’t worry” she spoke over his thoughts, he turned “Yoshiki is a god in Japan. He’s a genius and a sex magnet. He could have any woman he wants. I doubt he’ll even consider me, and even you and I both know I don’t go down like that. I make them work for this.
He rolled his eyes as he looked back out the window. He doesn’t know why that suddenly popped into his head. Most likely from the fact that she was practically his sister. They’d spent as much time together as anyone could since they were kids. Best friends. “Well I suppose Kaiora Hiyashi would be a cool sounding name” he laughed.
She visibly rolled her eyes “Oh shut up!”
He laughed harder at the though that he’d been worried over a few minutes before.
He laughed.
He laughed.
He laughed.
Laugh.
Laugh.
Died.
Died.
He died.
Her eyes shot open. She sat up in the bed and desperately took in her surroundings. The room was the same as she’d left it. The empty desk was collecting dust, it’s mirror gone as it had been the first thing she smashed when she’d heard the news, the shattered glass had been removed to prevent her from doing anything to herself, as everything else had that presented a danger. The posters had been ripped from the walls as well as the pictures. The only thing that had been left in the room were her clothes, everything else had been removed….everything that she hadn’t destroyed in anger and pain.
The lamp beside her bed was welded to the table it was set on the bolted into the wall. On it was a cup of water and two pills, tranquillizer’s. Some of the most powerful.
Her room was once her pride and joy, it displayed everything she was and wished ot be. Her hopes, her dreams, her livelihood. Her computer, her stereo, her TV, her vanity set, he closet full of her colorful and hard looked for clothes, her boots. Her bookcase of manga and masterpieces like ‘The Illiad’ and ‘The Chronicles of Narnia’, her keyboard which she was determined to learn to play at one time. Her video collection, another set of masterpieces, filled with Anime, and all Takashi Miike’s horror collection, as well as Akira Kurosawa’s.
She peered across the room, it was now more like a cell. Her TV and DVD/VHS player was in an unbreakable glass case. She was in always supposed to be in the presence of someone when changing movies, the same went for her stereo, and her computer had been moved to another room. When she’d almost broken the 1500 dollar computer her parents had no choice. But she didn’t care. She didn’t’ care about much anymore, she was angry. She screamed most of the time she was awake, screamed and cried. She’d already been to the hospital several times due to exhaustion, and dehydration. Her body didn’t hold half of the strength it used to. She’s lost more and more weight as the days went by, however it seemed inevitable, the first three weeks after she would vomit anything that had been placed into her stomach. There was a great deal of worry that she’d die of starvation but somehow the doctors were able to figure out a way of getting nutrients into and fluids into her body without her bringing it back up. Even now, she was spoon fed solids and still had problems eating them.
She suddenly noticed the two bags that were packed and neatly placed by the door. As if a light went off she quickly looked around her room attempting to find a calendar, one was set up behind her on the wall as it was the only wall she didn’t destroy.
The date was circled with several colored pens and big black letters BEGIN TOUR written across it. It somehow escaped her completely. With the events of the past few months there seemed to be no light to live for or consider living for. She’d even abandoned her beautiful music, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard Gackt or Miyavi. Both had been the one’s she’s listened to the most.
“But moving on with the story, are you coming?”
“Sure why not? Who’d be stupid enough to turn down a paid trip to the US? Besides it’ll be awesome to see Miyavi live.”
She felt that ever familiar pain she’d now become accustomed to reenter her mind, her heart and body. She reached over and took the pills quickly swallowing them before suddenly sobbing loudly, the tears rushed from her eyes as she felt her body go numb, but not from the pills. From that image, from that image that stayed in her head, from that image that she would never forget. From that image, that image of that coffin, not the coffin, but it’s contents. It’s contents that took every hope, every dream, every thought, every joy, every laugh, every smile from her being. From that person.
That person.
That boy.
That man.
That friend.
That brother.
That one.
From…
“Corrin.”
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AN: I know what you're thinking "Where's SKIN all I saw was a briefe overview!" But don't worry, this is just plot build up to something greater. SKIN in the next chapter. Promise!
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