Title: Mozoquista declining
Chapter: Appendix
Rating: Over 18 years
Language: English
Banda: Dir en Grey
I do not know, probably never will .. I do not make money with this, believe me, and no, not my property ...
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Appendix I
opened his eyes to feel the sunlight on her face. He cursed under his not being able to sleep all night but there was nothing that could help, even physical pain and fatigue. The other band members had left in his apartment the day before and throughout the day made him company, but as expected they were gone when night covered it all with his dark cloak and he would not have wanted it any other way. And there began the nightmare, literally. Hardly knew all alone ran to close the door of his apartment key as all the windows and do not hesitate to call a second goal and deny entry to the "white knight" but none of it made him feel calmer. He lay on his favorite chair and turned the TV
slowly being stripped of his clothes completely naked in front of the bathroom mirror and hate at that that reflection time, that body. Took his eyes from the image smiled and sat down with much effort on the ground holding the knife blade in his hands and looking back half amused and fascinated. Carefully approached the edge off her naked thighs, dangerously close to their sex, and found and marked with scratches that recognized no doubt " these marked as their property to not forget." Slowly slip the blade on the skin, first left then right, feeling a stretch when it is broken under the blade and the blood began to flow. It did not hurt, or at least was not as intense pain as he felt in his ribs and his face. He was perhaps a little hot blood was sliding over the other scratches playful making them redder, more vivid, more real. Fear gripped his heart at that moment. " this is going to excite " It was the first and in fact all I managed to think. He gave his own blood disgust knowing that this would excite his executioner, knowing that no matter how much blood spilled and their sins and the pain would go . " not be washed or with tears or blood ." Promptly clean the liquid trickled down her thighs to her knees and then wore the same clothes before without really caring if stained with blood still coming out, though not profuse, of his wounds.
left the bathroom and almost unconsciously began to cover all the mirrors that decorated his apartment with sheets that prevented anything is reflected thereby ensuring that their own silhouette not pursue all parties. After walking almost aimlessly in their own room are decided by turning on the radio (sound equipment or whatever) who received it with "Kigan" at full volume. His heart jumped so strong that for a moment he thought might escape his body. Had not yet removed that damn CD that accompanied your night ... your fateful night. Slowly, perhaps too slow for your taste, take out the CD, throwing it as far as his body let him, and replaced it with something that would listen since he was a teenager: X Japan: Blue Blood. But it was too late to try to amend the error because the music sounded just minutes before had taken over his mind and could not help but try to take images that were repeated before her eyes like a movie. Nor music could save him. I turn off the unit resigned and lit a cigarette. No TV, no knives, no music. NOTHING.
finally had dropped on the same chair with no hope of anything, feeling lost and anxious. I did not want to close their eyes for fear that some night visitor opened the door and found him checked out.
hours were infinitely long until his eyes began to close to welcoming the world of nightmares. Nothing worked. And not just feared it could really be behind that door await him but also the dream figures that disturbed from the unreal. And thus came the morning with no break and no promise of a better future.
lit another cigarette and suck the smoke carcinogen almost happy that promised certain death in a few years. " always seeking to destroy you? you pay to make people suffer, pay to kill you but when you're there and cry .... As you cling to life ... and looking to blame ... it's your fault, yours and nobody else ... "telephone ringing stopped him before more dangerous thoughts forming in his head.
-if? - Responded without enthusiasm and without realizing the gross tone he had used.
's me, "said Shinya drummer's distinctive voice, I asked if she could come by your house ....
-Etto ... - Toshiya doubt for a second. Do you really want to see it? I did not want to see anyone, I wanted to be alone .... but ... the truth was dying to take refuge in the embrace the blond drummer .... In addition he could take care if some person decided to appear again.
- Is something wrong? - Asked to no reply, if you're busy I ....
- Can you bring something to eat? Is that there's nothing here, at least had to pretend everything was fine, could not let him destroy his weakness. Nobody should know his shameful secret.
- Sure! What do you eat? - Question asked drummer and very pleased not to have been rejected.
"Ramen" was his answer is not enthusiastic. Delay did not feel like cooking anything and would not cause problems for Shinya so nothing better than a quick meal to prepare.
- well, Ramen is. I'll be there in 40 minutes. See! - Toshiya was dismissed without showing more joy and threw the phone away.
40 minutes. At least it was long enough to bathe and had no suspicion of any kind and the best thing was to show a face relaxed or at least its not so cool to desired visit. Way to the room and take something clean to wear. Miro almost instinctively his pants and there were, small blood marks from the previous night. He smiled at his own weakness. With clothes in the hands Toshiya went to the bathroom and undressed slowly and that lack of sleep that your body just to feel more tired and even weaker than the previous day. Appreciated having covered the mirror which will save the pathetic sight of his own body and finally got into the shower letting the cold water wash his body. He remembered what fun showing films in situations like yours: a woman on the floor crying inconsolably and frantically rubbing his body with a sponge until it bled. Well he was not going to do the same. Not worth it. It was not just his body that was dirty, it was his soul, was all being and although nothing was going to start scrubbing the dirt. Moreover, the victim was not unlike those people ... he was not a victim. Without much care wash every part of his traitorous body rejoicing at the pain, at least he had been punished for their sins, and wash your hair after finally came out of the shower and dressed without drying.
Volume laundry and reluctantly stuffed in the washer (washer) and sat at the window with a cigarette in hand and wait for Shinya came with its delicate presence. Beautiful and pure. It was time to forget Shinya someone who certainly deserved more healthy, not a balance enjoyed while he raped. " Shinya no doubt find someone, and not worth it ... anyway try not to see me as nothing more than a friend ... "
The door tinkled faintly even in the middle the silence seemed like an unbearable noise and again his heart was seized with fear. Could it be that his executioner was looking to settle scores? Maybe to shut his mouth? I doubt few seconds until the voice of drummer made him get rid of their fears at least at this moment. He opened the door even dam agitation could not hide even smiled as his eyes met those of the blonde feeling a relief to find a look so sweet in the face of those who so adored.
Drummer quickly entered the apartment and then taking off the shoes left in the kitchen a couple of shopping bags that were made especially for peliazul and given the time decided it best to start preparing the food (nah, actually buy these instant Ramen are made in the microwave). Toshiya Meanwhile smoked his tenth cigarette of the day lying on the couch watching a program very interested Animal reproduction in National Geographic when Shinya, a couple of minutes later, approached him with the delicious food served instantly and both musicians so they ate in silence accompanied by the evocative images of lions mating.
"Here, put this in your face," said drummer after having picked up the dishes as he passed a bag of ice, this will help that will lower the swelling.
Shin "Thanks," came the reply from the bassist who did as he ordered and let the cold pack rested on his cheek hurt "You know I have to take care of what feeds me eh? - Added after a mock evil laugh.
- What? - Shinya way to sit with Toshiya. After looking at it for a few seconds it took the hands-these are what they feed you, "he said while rubbing affectionately're a musician, not a model.
-Valiente musician who I am. If not for my pretty face or be in the band, add half annoying but very comforted by the gentle caresses that gave him the drummer.
"Stop your nonsense you want? We 10 years making music, do you think that we only listen to your pretty face? - Asked Shinya between worried and fun. The same questions had haunted his head years earlier but their fans had shown that music was most important when they are away the Visual Kei.
"Not only because of my pretty face. You also have the blond pretty face, I can not help but blush and feel somewhat uncomfortable, and well, Die, Kao and Kyo, but it does not like to admit it, they also have pretty face.
"That Kyo not hear you say that eh? - Smiled at the thought of the expression of the singer if someone were to say that just sold for their "Besides, pretty faces," insinuating I'm a bad drummer? What Die and Kaoru are bad guitar? Kyo What is a good singer and a wonderful poet?
Shinya "Enough, you know that's not what I mean just that the fans do not care, they just want to see our pretty faces and some fanservice and now. Little or no care whether or not we make music.
-Give them the benefit of the doubt. Of course there are many of these but also there are others who really like our music but our albums do not sell "the blonde was getting tired of the talk and knew in advance that these reflections were passing through the head of all the musicians and only time you really showed them music is what matters. Unsuccessful attempt to change the subject, looking around he noticed the unusual darkness and took advantage of that. (But not as you think XD) - why have all the curtains closed?
"Oh, is that the sun can leave me scarred face would you bother? - A little lie not to hurt anyone and at least try to sound convincing enough.
"No, I do not mind. Etto ... Why have the mirrors covered? - Asked realizing that other little detail.
"Do not you but I do not want to see me as I am every time I pass a mirror," said smiling while away the bag with ice Shinya her face so I could see exactly what he meant.
- you're so dramatic! Within days the swelling goes down, not to be alarmed, "said the blond as he rose from his chair and walking to the kitchen again, all you have to do is take care.
-Yeah ... just take care of ... - whisper not convinced bassist.
Chapter 9
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