BELLE NOIR

By: Perfect.Indigo

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Prologue

The silk of the corset rubbed against his skin exquisitely, clinging to his middle, fitting to his curved hips. It was a deep red, the same color as the contacts he'd just placed over his obsidian irises. Ribs of strong wire kept him fully upright, perfecting his posture and cinching his waist just enough to make his already feminine figure appear more womanly. The lace that fit over his chest, covering all evidence of the silicone breast inserts, wrapped around his pale, slender shoulders to help hold the top in place.

It matched the lace that fell from his hips to just above his knees, frilling out in pleats and messes of fabric that had more tiers and layers than he was willing to count. He watched it flair when he twisted in front of the full length mirror in the shoddy backstage bathroom.

His hair was done in rivulets, falling down his back from the headdress perched like a crown on his head, occasionally brushing across his arms. Dyed an even darker black, it made the outfit, and pride made his chest swell when he remembered how long it had taken to grow it out that long. His eyes were done up in smoky grays and violent crimson, on his cheeks a blush that could rival any flattered school girl, and his lips shined with a scarlet gloss. His teeth were especially white in contrast.

But, if the decision were up to him, he'd have to compliment himself most on the six inch chucky boots he'd fit his feet into that night. The hard leather rose up to fit around his tiny ankles and slightly larger calves to rest just below the junctures of his knees, where rode the red lace stockings he'd donned as well.

"You are a prize." He told himself, his voice velvety smooth, warmed up from rehearsal. "They won't be able to keep their eyes off you."

He could imagine it now. The way the lights would shine bright on him, illuminating his pale skin, making it glow. He could hear his voice, rising above the music, drawing the crowd in. And they would all stare in awe of him, of how beautiful he was, how feminine, how perfect.

Tokyo wouldn't know what it was in for that night.

"SASUKE!" His dream was shattered momentarily when the sound of his drummer knocking on the bathroom door was heard over his imaginings of a screaming crowd. He shook his head to rid it of those thoughts, causing the curls of his hair to slide over his shoulders a little.

"I'm coming!" He shouted, bending down to check the laces of his boots once more, before turning from the mirror and striding confidently to the door. It swung open and he was met with a bright smile.

"We're on in five." Naruto said, twirling one of his drumsticks in his hand and shaking some spiked hair from his eyes. "You ready?"

Sasuke could only nod.

He took one last look at himself in the mirror before he stepped out of the bathroom completely, following his bandmate down the short hall to the platform leading to the stage.

The lights came on, blinding them for a moment with white and crimson, before their eyes adjusted and Naruto lead the way out.

This was where his dreams would finally come true.

He was sure of it.

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Note: Alright, this is my first fanfic so… go easy on me? Please? Comments/Reviews are love.