Danse Macabre
I: Intruders and Neon Freaks
Suna Kingdom│1664
The strangled moans that echoed across the royal office chorused with the soprano of scrapes, the tenor of bangs, and the undertones of skin slapping against skin on the carved mahogony table. It was a shame, really. It was a nice table, with its complex carvings of strange wild beasts and the brown wood that shone delightfully when hit with the chandeliered lights hanging above it.
A loud whine pierced the air and the brown haired man moving savagely against the long haired woman let out a feral growl. It was a sound akin to a beast, but the woman didn't care to pay much mind to that small detail. A particularly hard thrust sent the table an impressive six inches backwards, and the scream of pleasure that escaped the throat of the woman couldn't fully mask her gasp of pain. She sat awkwardly on the beautiful desk and let herself be impaled wantonly by the brown haired man.
A random onlooker would say that they were distantly related lovers caught in a fury of passion, while another might go as far as to say they were siblings— after all they were both beautiful, had the same impressive sharp features, and it wouldn't be the first time royal family members fell to incest. Someone who had the eyes of deep perception and advantageous knowledge, however, would realize the great differences between the two.
The hairs on their heads, for example.
The woman's hair waved and flew rapidly to and fro with each merciless thrust, and had the sheen of a natural brunette. She was gasping from the effort to stay upright and sweat drenched her forehead and the sides of her face, giving the wet part of her hair a darker shade.
The man had a look of concentrated calm and pleasurable restraint. He was exerting the most energy of the two but not a hair drifted out of place, and wetness covered not an inch of his body, save for the moisture enveloping his length.
Another growl escaped the man, and he whispered a name— the unimportant name of the woman. She, in turn screamed his, and uttered a strangled sound that indirectly stated her wish to ride into immediate gratification. The man complied and, if possible, increased the power behind of his savage prodding— his long length greedily expanding the cavern of her hot, blistering, wet—
"Kankuro."
The cool voice that sounded into the office would've only alerted the sharpest of ears, so it was a surprise when the brown haired man suddenly ceased in his glorious fucking to turn and glare at the intruder.
There was silence for a few moments. Before—
"Wh…What the fuck, Gaara…" the brown haired man hissed in annoyance rather than embarrassment. There was a dangerous glint in his eye, but the intruder seemed unbothered. The woman was fairing much worse. She was sputtering incoherent nonsense while the brown haired man continued to glare.
"Y-your Grace." she whispered gravely to the man inside of her. "You said we were alone." When she whimpered, the intruder's green eyes shifted towards her. She gulped when a faint frown appeared on his face.
"Distasteful." the intruder said in a low voice.
The sound was scathing, cold, and terrified the woman, but for some reason she felt a squeezing ache at the base of her stomach, clenching and pulling until she was aroused once again. Her eyes dilated and her breath hitched. The brown haired man still inside her was a mistake, she realized. She should've looked around to see if there were better suitors— like the intruder before her. She was a beautiful girl; maybe she could ditch the one inside her and go for the other instead? The admiration she began to feel for the intruder was eating her from the inside. It was like his presence was pulling her, telling her to leave the man she was with and go to him instead.
Kankuro continued to glare at the man. "Does father know you're here? He won't be pleased that you've once again violated your exile."
The intruder blinked slowly, eyeing the other man for a frozen moment in time before he spoke again. "Did you pick her up at another one of your parties?"
The brunette let out another annoyed growl. "You could at least knock." he said, ignoring the question.
The woman wanted to hit him. How dare he speak to the intruder with such a tone?
Said intruder only looked away and took a step backwards towards the grand doors. The woman let out an unceremonious whine. The retreating man was hurting her. She wanted him to come back. She wanted him to look at her with those unworldy green eyes and—
"I'd be careful if I were you, Kankuro." he said this with a drawl that said he wouldn't care either way. "You might end up catching one of their filthy diseases." he caught the brown haired man's eye. "Dispose of her."
To the woman's surprise the man inside her laughed. "You still think, after all this time, that I should listen to you?"
The intruder paused for a moment, eyeing the taller man with listless eyes. "It was never a matter of listening." he mumured, almost as if he was speaking to himself. "It was only a matter of heeding. A warning."
The brown haired man scoffed with a sharp jerk of his head. "Warnings. You always speak of of them. If that's the case then why don't you heed father's warning and never come back?"
The intruder blinked slowly, and took another step back towards the door. "There's a difference between warnings," he started quietly, "and empty threats." He walked the rest of the way to the door then, and took a small step out. "Get rid of her," he said, "Or I will." he finished firmly, before he exited the room.
Then there was silence.
The woman stared longingly at the door and she shifted against the brown haired man who was staring at the door with a steady glare. The woman put a hand on his shoulder. "Who was that man?" she breathed. Her eyes were bright.
Kankuro paused a bit in his breathing, and then he looked into the woman's eyes. They were glazed over, dazed and staring after the intruder. He scoffed. "Five seconds in his presence and you've already—" then he stopped, paused, and shook his head with a smile. He pulled out of the woman carefully and zipped up his pants. Without his face contorted in that strange restrained pleasure he had before, he was rather pleasant to look at. He had astonishingly strong features—a modern Hercules without the excess brawn and muscle. He had the barest hint of hair on his chin and carried a look of an effortlessly handsome man. He played with a small lock of the woman's hair, thinking idly of how beautiful it was with that sheen of sweat. He passed a hand over her breast and squeezed lightly.
He frowned. The breasts of the higher class were always small. He preferred those of the peasants.
"Y-your Grace..." the woman mumbled, barely remembering the formalities and still not quite over her daze after seeing the intruder. The cool breeze coming from the open window in the office blew over the wetness between her legs and she hastily closed them. "Kankuro." she said a little more firmly. But when the man's sharp brown eyes landed on her, she gulped. "What..." she started slowly, "What did that man mean by...dispose?"
The comtemplating look in the man's eyes was replaced with a blank look, and that blank look stayed for several moments before he smiled. The woman didn't know why, but she shivered. The wind from the cold air seemed to increase in its intensity. The brown haired man turned to fully face her with the same smile and leaned in to kiss her. "He meant nothing by it, darling." he said softly as his lips left hers and travelled to her jaw to trail against her neck. The woman sighed and relaxed into the movement of his mouth, rubbing and kissing. She was so relaxed that she didn't mind when the slow movement of his lips turned into light nips of teeth, biting, and biting until a warm mouth suddenly enveloped the whole of her neck...
Her screams could be heard from outside of the room, across the hallway, down the stairs, and into the living room where the intruder, a redhead, had a book in his hands, reading. The scream came to an abrupt end, followed by a sickening sound like flesh ripping apart.
The redhead only frowned.
Suna City│2012
If Naruto had a dollar for every time Kiba had a good idea, he'd be just as broke as he was at the moment. But for some reason he found himself being dragged once again to another meaningless "hard core" party down in some underground studio in a town he never dared to venture before. Who rode sixty miles away from home just to attend a party, anyway? Apparently he did.
It wasn't entirely his fault, though. He would've never agreed to come if it wasn't for the fact that Kiba was dragging his step sister, Hinata, with him. Unbeknownst to his best friend, Naruto had developed a strange liking to the timid girl. Not in the way that said he would date her, but in a way that made him feel obligated to protect her like a brother should—because Kiba never knew how to do that.
So there they were on a long line to the entrance to the "Party of the Century" as Kiba kept reminding him. Naruto wasn't so sure as he looked around at the people standing in line. Most of them were probably normal high school kids, but Naruto had to do a double take at the outfits they wore: tight, bright colored leather that looked more like neon plastic against skin. Naruto wrinkled his nose in distaste. All of them had wild hair too, neon blue, neon green, and...was that a rainbow Mohawk? Naruto had to snicker a bit at that.
Hinata stood beside him, looking wide eyed and afraid as always. Her eyes darted from every person who so much as shifted their feet in a different position. She was probably more freaked out by the people than Naruto was.
"Hinata," he whispered softly to her.
Hinata started slightly, and turned to face the blonde. "Ah, y-yes?" She whispered back. A small smile appeared on her face.
"Are you all right?" Naruto asked seriously. "If you want, I could always take you home...?" Naruto desperately wanted Hinata to just admit that she wanted to leave, so he could have a chance to get out of here without facing Kiba's wrath.
To his disappointment, Hinata put on a brave face shook her head no. "No, Naruto; I-I'm fine."
Naruto sighed but gave the girl a small reassuring smile none the less. The line moved suddenly, and Naruto let his heart sink. He hated parties like this. He missed the old days when he used to go to innocent little holiday celebrations back in junior high—the days before Kiba decided that school wasn't his "scene" and was convinced that he'd been wasting his time attending children parties his entire life. Naruto didn't complain then, as naive as he was, and had followed Kiba to the first "upgraded" party. It wasn't fun. There was booze everywhere, and too many loose men and women who were more drunk than fun. It was more like an unofficial ho-joint than a party. Naruto hadn't said anything then because it was right after Kiba's mother got into that car accident...
But this party crowd was putting him on edge. More so than usual. And from the looks of it, the people didn't like him either. Every time he caught one of their eyes, they would glare or snicker to their friends.
The line moved suddenly, but not to indicate another pair of weirdo's being allowed into the club. Instead, the neon freaks became stiff. It was strange because they all seemed to go stiff at the same time, save for a few other teens that looked the closest to normal in the crowd. Naruto raised an eyebrow at the change in atmosphere and turned to Kiba who was grinning like an idiot.
"Is this some kind of code?" he whispered. Whispering seemed appropriate; the line had fallen into a deep silence. Kiba only grinned wider and shrugged his shoulders in feigned innocence. Needless to say, Naruto did not feel the least bit relieved by this. But at least it meant Kiba knew what was going on— only keeping it a secret from the blonde. Code or not, he wasn't going to follow the Neon's lead.
It was then that the moan of a car sounded behind him. The line was located in an ally, so it was strange when he turned around to find a dark, long, sleek vehicle sitting there, parked beside a chipped wall. Naruto squint his eyes; he'd never seen a car like it before. The sheen on its, not silver, but black grill seemed to glow even in the darkness, and the rims on the wheels carried a strange logo of a brand he didn't recognized. It looked like a lazy K, curving at the tips. It must be a foreign car, he thought.
The Neon Freaks suddenly seemed to shake out of their stiffness and began to shuffle restlessly, shouting and pumping their fists in joy. The few that looked closest to normal had wide eyes and shook as they started to jump around too, following the lead of the rest of them. Naruto raised an eyebrow. Then he turned to Kiba. His dog loving friend was relaxed and still grinning. That failed to reassure the blonde. Out of habit, he squeezed Hinata's arm to see if she was alright. She only shook her head dazedly, eyes transfixed on the vehicle before them.
It was then that he heard the familiar click of a car door opening. Hinata started, Naruto's eyes widened a bit at the suddenness, but Kiba only lazily followed the car with his eyes and a small smile that unnerved Naruto.
Three individuals came out of the car, each of them exiting out a different door.
In the passenger seat, a woman came out and Naruto had to hold his breath. The woman was stunning. Her hair framed her head like golden shards twisting into neat identical curls. Naruto was inarguably blind without his glasses, so it came as a shock that he could still see the way her green eyes shimmered against the darkness, as if a flashlight mysteriously hid beneath her iris' and gave her that glow of emerald. Her face was pale but she had a blush on her cheeks. Naruto couldn't tell if it was make-up or not, but it seemed out of place on her face—like an unneeded accessory that numbed down her sharply impressive features. She had a light disinterested frown on her face that made Naruto shiver, and for the smallest second he could swear the woman looked at him…or somewhere behind him…Naruto heard Kiba sigh dreamily.
From the driver's seat came a brown haired man. He was taller than the woman, but probably younger, what with the way he grinned so widely at the line. He was handsome, Naruto supposed. His hair was styled in a loosely academic way—as if he ruffled up his hair after his mother smoothed it out before an important dinner. His face was softer than the blonde woman's, but sharp enough to intimidate Naruto. And his eyes were brown. Naruto had always found beauty in what people might call a dull color, but he'd never seen a brown quite that bright before. The contrast from his solid colored brown hair to the paleness of his skin and to the brightness in those eyes surprised Naruto. How the hell was he noticing these things without his glasses? When the man had stepped out the car, Naruto felt Hinata tense up beside him.
He was about to put a hand on her back when the back door to the car opened and another man stepped out…
Naruto felt his mouth go slack.
He blinked…
Then he swallowed.
It was as if the air in the ally dropped several degrees. Naruto felt a shiver crawl up his spine and prickle against the skin on his back. He tried to swallow again but a lump of thick saliva accumulated in his throat. He stiffened, but not like the rest of the crowd who all seemed to be eyeing the latest comer with eyes of lust and profound adoration. Naruto was quivering with disgust.
The man who lastly came out of the car was a redhead, and he was the epitome of an aristocrat. His looks were sharper than the woman's and his eyes seemed capable of piercing through diamonds even as he stared straight ahead without sparing even one glance at the drooling crowd. Naruto felt his mouth twitch in a frown. His red hair was cropped so perfectly to frame his face and the rest of it lied listlessly against his shoulders, unmoving. And his skin—gods, his skin. He would compare to porcelain, but even that came with its marks and cuts. This man's skin was so pale and unblemished and didn't even have the barest hint of colors to his cheeks.
Revolting.
Naruto didn't know what it was. The redhead carried an air that made him want to choke, vomit even. He looked around him. Everyone else was staring with wide eyes, and open, panting mouths.
Naruto shook his head. Naruto was convinced that these guys were either drug dealers or drug addicts running a club because the paleness of their faces was enough to make him see in the dark. Naruto was ashamed to be here, in this place, where people like that hung out. The large bouncer, who'd been checking for what Naruto thought was I.D's and interrogating people before they went in, stiffened a bit when the three (freaks) went inside, but he didn't stop them. In fact, as soon as they went in, the entire crowd relaxed. Everyone seemed to take a breath, sighing away the tension that had build up in the ally with a look of post gratification on their faces.
Naruto looked over to Kiba. The teen was hunched over a bit, looking over longingly at the door where the trio walked in. Naruto scowled.
So it would be one of those parties. With the God of Death kind of nonsense and the freaky rituals and the worshipping of some kind of band. The three that just walked in were probably the band. If not, then they were owners of this place.
The blonde wondered idly if the neon styles of the crowd were influenced by the three who just walked in as well, but then he remembered that the trio didn't walk in with anything bright did they? In fact, the only person who had been slightly in line with the dress code of the crowd was the blonde woman with her short black leather skirt and the white leather corset. He couldn't remember what the other two were wearing.
The line moved, and the murmuring began again. Naruto turned to look at Kiba. The dog lover had a strange look on his face— like the post-gratification that shone in the eyes of the crowd just moments before. Naruto frowned at this.
"Kiba." he asked with a small huff. "Who the hell were those guys—the band?"
Kiba blinked and smirked down at him. "Not a band, mate." he said with a sympathetic shake of his head. "They're gods."
Naruto rolled his eyes. So they were a band, he thought grimly. Kiba usually exaggerated things like that when he was talking about music and such. "Look, Kiba," he started. "You know this isn't my scene."
Kiba raised an eyebrow and laughed at him. "Nothing is your scene, Naruto. You're always cooped up in that little apartment of yours, doing homework and playing that damn piano." he scoffed then. "Trust me man, after tonight, you'll understand. This isn't just a scene." Then the brunette turned around and grabbed his shoulders roughly. "Everyone here, Naruto..." he lamely gestured to the crowd. "…has gotten something from them— something special and amazing. And today, I finally get mine."
Naruto scowled. "It's not drugs is it?"
"Better." was Kiba's response. "It's so much better, Naruto." Naruto pulled away from Kiba's wide eyes with a tight frown. He was beginning to think he should just leave the premises, permission or not. He wanted to just take Hinata's hand and get away from this weird place before something he would regret happened.
Naruto contemplated escape in his head for several minutes until he heard Kiba mutter something. Naruto looked up. They were already in front of the line. How'd that happen so fast? Naruto shook his head and stayed alert in case Kiba said something wrong and they would have to run from the bouncers like last time.
Whatever Kiba said, it made the bouncer raise a skeptical eyebrow.
"Alright." The bouncer said gruffly. "Let me see it."
Kiba smirked and reached into his pocket to take out a golden card. Naruto could swear the entire line behind him uttered a small gasp. He tried to ignore this, and instead turned to stare at the said card Kiba was extending to the bouncer. Naruto narrowed his eyes. Kiba had been exclaiming joyously with that card a few days back. Naruto thought it was a credit card. But now that he had a closer look at it, it was nothing like a credit card at all. It shimmered with a gold shine that glowed in the darkness, and as far as he could see without his glasses, the card didn't have numbers like a credit card, or any logo for that matter.
Kiba stood with a proud smirk and when the bouncer reached for the card, he pulled it away with a growl that surprised Naruto.
The bouncer wrinkled his nose before nodding his head and stepping aside. Kiba smirked and proceeded past the bouncer. Naruto let Hinata go ahead of him, but when it was his turn to pass the bouncer, the big man stopped him with a hard hand to his chest. "Where's your invitation, buddy?" he asked with a deep frown.
Naruto opened his mouth to stutter a sort of apology but Kiba cut in—
"He's with me." He said nudging the bouncer on the arm. "He's only got a grey card anyway. Come on, Naruto."
The bouncer raised another skeptical eyebrow before moving aside to let Naruto in.
Naruto looked at the bouncer with wide eyes, hoping the big man would somehow understand the blonde's desperate need to deny him access into the club, but the bouncer only narrowed his eyes at him, scoffed, and pushed him ahead.
Naruto wished more than anything that he hadn't done that.
│End of Chapter│
Thank you for reading, and please review! Light in the Fifth Floor Bedroom will come sometime mid-August, or perhaps earlier than that. And I'm going to see to updating earlier stories.
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