Chained crow

my latest one, i plan to add a second chapter soon. inspired by:Marilyn Manson. a little different from the other two fics but i hope you'll like it. warning:it has a few rather nasty words. well, that's what i've learnt from school's english- lessons of culture. i learned even more in London but i managed not ot overdo it. enjoy!

Chained crow

"When I said we

You know I meant me and

When I said sweet

I mean dirty"

Marilyn Manson

I am a whore. His whore. His name doesn't let him get away with anything so we pretend. In front of the public I am his girlfriend—well, more like someone he can show off.

They call me the Battousai' s woman. Yeah, that's him. An infamous rock star and the devil itself. And Devil needs to be seen as a bad guy so he found me and offered a job. I didn't have a choice, and now when he claps, I jump, dress myself up in black from head to toe and give a show to the media.

But people don't know the real Battousai. Violent lyrics and black leather—that is what they see and not the man. I admit, I was the same at first—I thought that he was cruel, merciless and even a bastard. Yet, we fucked. I had many bruises and my body hurt everywhere because he was a rough lover. Sometimes still is, when he is frustrated.

I didn't let myself getting to know him but after a month or so we talked. Actually, it was a small conversation about everyday things: food, colors, books, and, of course, music. That time, I didn't dare to ask about him directly and he didn't ask either. Then slowly we've begun opening up and now we have a friendship- like bond with occasional sex on top.

There is a myth about his fiancée among Battousai' s fans but none of them knows the truth. Well, I do. Battousai has a serious girlfriend ( fiancée), but she doesn't want any attention so my cover is still on. I met her once. Yukishiro Tomoe. An elegant, a bit shy woman but I can see why he loves her. She can give him peace in between his troublesome appearances and concerts. Tomoe doesn't know that I have sex with her boyfriend and I don't intend to open her eyes.

I enjoy my time with Battousai. Mostly. Nowadays I'm confused. Instead of his roughness, he shows gentleness towards me. It's almost as if we were making love. And he talks to me a lot about everything. He is one of the smartest people I know. He reads a lot, writes stories—different from his imagined demeanor. He likes philosophy and does charity- work, incognito. Now I usually laugh when I hear someone talking about him as a Satanist. I believe that he's more of a saint than some at the church. Life is full of irony!

One if them is that I've fallen for him. Pathetic! After we've gotten closer, I yearned for his company and waited for every meeting with him. I'm so miserable when he goes to Tomoe after our sessions. Like now!

He's still asleep beside me, an unusual sight. Mostly he'd just leave with an ' I'll see you' and that's it. Now I can watch him freely. During our wild sex his long strands have gotten free from the high- ponytail, Battousai' s style. Like blood, his hair spreads across on the bed. There are women who could kill for such look and his is natural too. Sometimes when the light falls onto him in a certain angle, it's like a red halo around his head.

He lies on his side, one arm pillowing his head, the other is close to my skin. I can see his profile—they say that men can't be described as beautiful but he is. Cute or handsome, even the sexy words don't suit him. His eyes are closed but I know that if he looks up, I'll gaze into hazy golden orbs. My hand is aching to touch his smooth skin and draw his x- shaped scar around on his left cheek but I don't do that. After fucking, things go back to their normal line and if I do what I'd want so much, it would be too intimate. I can't and won't risk our fragile bond.

Instead, I do what he used to do. Silently dressing up I leave the room and head home. It's better this way. From the doorway I steal another glance at him and finally go for my cab.

"So you're the Battousai' s woman?" the driver asks me. He is a new one, originally a younger man takes me home, who knows me.

"Not really!" It slips out. Fuck! I shouldn't let my bitterness overtake my mind. I guess that soon I have to stop this madness with Battousai before I lose it! Things could get out of hand if I'm not careful enough.

Finally I'm home. I live alone since my parents died years ago. After their death I joined to a group, one that every parent's nightmare. My life turned up- side- down. I slept at daylight and night means life. I went from guy to guy, drank a lot and even tried light drugs but the latest were not my thing. Then, many boyfriends later I've met Battousai—well, I went to one of his concerts. From then on, it's history…

I can't sleep. Changing from my black leather- pants and shirt, I put on a loose T- shirt which has a huge Snoopy at the front. What!? I like tales! Grey boxers hang on my hips—they are from one of my previous boyfriends whom I let in. I haven't done it with all of them.

I know I look funny but I feel comfortable. My hair is pulling my head and I'm relieved when I untie it from the ponytail.

I don't even glance at my TV but step to my PC and quickly make a playlist from various artists. Of course I can't ignore Battousai so a few of his songs will be played as well. After the music begins I decide to sit to my favorite place. One thing I like in my home is the view from my livingroom. I can see a shrine's park. During the summer many children are out there, playing and I often watch them, sitting out in the window..

This time it's too late for kids so I have a book as company. Fairytales are still my favorite stories, despite that I don't really look like a person who likes them. Sometimes I wish to be the heroine since my real life isn't so magical. It's more like a dark angster or a thriller than a tale. Or even a porn sometimes.

I don't know how long have I been sitting at the window but knocking snaps me out of my fantasies. Who the hell is it at in hour like this?have I mentioned that is two am?

Opening the door I have my mouth open in surprise. What is He doing here?

"You've left." He doesn't even wait for invitation but steps in and locks the door behind him. I could hear slight anger in his voice.

"What are you doing here?" I hear my voice. It sounds nothing like mine, more than a tired and miserable woman's.

"I wanted to spend time with you so I came." He talks casually, like it's an everyday thing that he stands in my flat. Which leads me to my next question.

"How do you know where I live?"

"Connections." Why am I not surprised?

I don't really want him now, I'd just like to clear my head a little. So I lie. "I've just prepared to sleep."

"Perfect." Why, oh why have I thought that it would work?! I am stupid. I should have said that I have someone here but wouldn't it be suspicious? Never mind, it's too late anyway…

The song that is playing is one of his and I see his smirk but he doesn't say a word. Good. I switch off my computer and silence fills the room. I can feel his gaze on me and I'm tapping my foot. Screw nervousness! "What?" I bark at him.

"I just haven't seen you like this, ever. Different from your attires!" he is shrugging.

"You just don't know me well enough!" I tell him sharply.

"Touché." Isn't he a son of a bitch? Ok, I give up for tonight.

"I'll prepare you a bed, ok?" I say after a moment but he stops me.

"I'm sleeping with you." He's impossibly bossy. Isn't he supposed to ask if it's all right with me?

"You should just go home! Our playtime has ended hours ago!" I am harsh but I can't help it. I don't want to deal with him and with my feelings for him right now. Any other time, I wouldn't dare talking back to him. Not to the Battousai.

"Kaoru!"

Now that's a surprise! He doesn't call me by my name. it's always 'woman' or something like that. I'm beginning to think that he has problems at home. Not that I know much of his personal life. All in all, cruelty is not my thing so I nod to him.

"Come to sleep!"

My bed is not huge like the ones we used to have sex and not even that comfortable but he doesn't complain. Or at least I don't see anything on his face, neither in his eyes.

Next surprise: he's undressing. Got to give it to Battousai, he has nice body. Slim but strong but not like a wrestler's. Get a grip, Kamiya!!

"Just what do you think you're doing?" I burst out.

"Leather is not comfortable to sleep in. You've seen everything already!" Comes the reply and I can't fight back. He's right, I've seen him and have done much more. Too late to whine about it!

He lies down, waiting for me but I'm frozen into one spot. He's in my bed, for real. Fuck, I'm behaving like a fucking virgin! Shit!

"Aren't you sleepy, Kaoru? Come here!" he's inviting me into MY bed!

"Right…" I answer and lie beside him hesitantly and he switches off my nightlight.

Before I could imagine hat I'm alone, I feel his hands on me as he's trying to take off my clothes. I look at him questioningly—I wonder how he can see in the dark. It seems that he has got cat- eyes.

"You don't need these." I hear his deep, dark voice next to my ear and a few seconds later I'm completely naked. Still not knowing what to do I decide to turn onto my side, my back towards him. "Good night!"

His arms are sliding around me, chaining my body to his warm one. Now I'm tense and he can feel it. He's leaning to my ear again, his breath brushes against my skin, making me shiver. " Relax."

Raping myself I obey him but my brain just wouldn't stop working. He doesn't embrace me even after sex! And this is after sex! Very much after sex, in fact!

"Kaoru, sleep! "

How the fuck does he know that I don't sleep?! Sighing, I finally let go of the mess in my head and closing out his presence I manage to drift into a light sleep. God, help me…

END(for now)

AN: what do you think? deserves another chap. in Battousai's pov?