Sabotage: Dir En Grey
By, Gravity Zero
Pairings: Toshiya x Kaoru; hint of Die x Shinya; Kyo
Part One:
Brilliant lights flickered down upon a high-rise state, illuminating the expanse of the high stage with a bright blue glow. Elaborate pyrotechnics and well thought out optical illusion provided the stage with a paranormal and almost hellish appearance. The whine of a guitar sounded and the opening song began. Flames licked the edges of the stage and strobe lights flashed wildly into the audience, causing temporary blindness to all who observed. A rising platform surfaces from below the stage, revealing the drummer, bassist and two guitarists who continued producing the beginning of the fast paced music.
The members of the band were clothed in wild gothic attire and their hair had achieved gravity-defying feats. Their androgynous appearances would have shocked anyone who wasn't acquainted with their true stated of being. The crowd roared and the many fans jumped up and down and waved their arms in ignorant delight. The screams were so loud that their collective colossal volume almost drowned out the main production altogether. The intense passions of the fans and the enthusiasm of the performers seemed to mix into a captivating potion of uncivilized splendor.
Amidst the excitement stood a mysterious and solitary black clothed figure. He stood alone in the cave of the exit door with a sinister aura about him, a cigarette hanging carelessly from the corner of his mouth. He seemed to blend into the dark theme of the concert, and yet he was not a part of the production at all. A stream of curling gray cigarette smoke encircled his face, the ashy fingers of the potentially deadly gas traced over the smooth surface of the dark sunglasses that shielded the man's piercing eyes. The stoic face of the stranger started to shift a little as the band's members wandered across the stage, their ministrations and voices bringing forth screams and wails from the fervent fanatics. The corners of the mystery man's well-defined lips perked just slightly and his jet-black brows drew together over the rim of the seemingly opaque glasses. His hand emerged from his pocket with a piece of photo paper clutched within his fingers. He raised it to his eyes and took notice of the image printed upon it the face that stared back was the visage of the lead guitarist, Kaoru. The man's voice was low and menacing as well as void of all emotion. He spoke in a flat monotone to himself in triumph like a whisper beneath the persistent roar of a hurricane.
                          "Fabulous."
By, Gravity Zero
Pairings: Toshiya x Kaoru; hint of Die x Shinya; Kyo
Part One:
Brilliant lights flickered down upon a high-rise state, illuminating the expanse of the high stage with a bright blue glow. Elaborate pyrotechnics and well thought out optical illusion provided the stage with a paranormal and almost hellish appearance. The whine of a guitar sounded and the opening song began. Flames licked the edges of the stage and strobe lights flashed wildly into the audience, causing temporary blindness to all who observed. A rising platform surfaces from below the stage, revealing the drummer, bassist and two guitarists who continued producing the beginning of the fast paced music.
The members of the band were clothed in wild gothic attire and their hair had achieved gravity-defying feats. Their androgynous appearances would have shocked anyone who wasn't acquainted with their true stated of being. The crowd roared and the many fans jumped up and down and waved their arms in ignorant delight. The screams were so loud that their collective colossal volume almost drowned out the main production altogether. The intense passions of the fans and the enthusiasm of the performers seemed to mix into a captivating potion of uncivilized splendor.
Amidst the excitement stood a mysterious and solitary black clothed figure. He stood alone in the cave of the exit door with a sinister aura about him, a cigarette hanging carelessly from the corner of his mouth. He seemed to blend into the dark theme of the concert, and yet he was not a part of the production at all. A stream of curling gray cigarette smoke encircled his face, the ashy fingers of the potentially deadly gas traced over the smooth surface of the dark sunglasses that shielded the man's piercing eyes. The stoic face of the stranger started to shift a little as the band's members wandered across the stage, their ministrations and voices bringing forth screams and wails from the fervent fanatics. The corners of the mystery man's well-defined lips perked just slightly and his jet-black brows drew together over the rim of the seemingly opaque glasses. His hand emerged from his pocket with a piece of photo paper clutched within his fingers. He raised it to his eyes and took notice of the image printed upon it the face that stared back was the visage of the lead guitarist, Kaoru. The man's voice was low and menacing as well as void of all emotion. He spoke in a flat monotone to himself in triumph like a whisper beneath the persistent roar of a hurricane.
                          "Fabulous."
