The Tea Party

:(

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 18:32:29 GMT

Feeling incredibly let down all the time at the moment, feel like the only person I can rely on is myself, I suppose on the plus side we'll be getting some good fics out of this latest bout of emotions, I'm off to write in the hopes of venting and cheering myself up, sorry for the weepy post but had to get it off my chest somwhere,

Jobs... Torchwood

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 12:05:09 GMT

You know I've realised I would love to have a job like Torchwood, running round kicking alien butt and drinking great coffee, but seriously it's made me realise that I'm really not sure what I want to do, aren't these things meant to find you or shouldn't it be one of those things that you have wanted to do all of your life? Why has it skipped me by? grr I just don't know and it's time to get some advise, even if I get a job and then do evening classes which is probably my best bet at the moment, I just want to be doing something but I know the importance of having a skill and the only thing I've ever really loved is English and creativity in general, I feel like I may have thrown my options away but I panicked a few years ago after the death of a very close friend and threw all caution to the wind and took a chance, now it's time to think a little bit more,

So I'm going to think and try and research some things, hopefully something will fall out of the sky and hit me in the head ^_^ one can only hope !

Grr

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 15:23:43 GMT

I'm so annoyed, my college is messing me around again and I haven't even gone back yet! I've tried to talk to my mum about not going back but she just doesn't listen, if I do go back I won't be able to work which is not an option, why should I go back to college when they don't even teach me anything?! I've wasted a year of my life there already, and I thought sixth form was bad :( I have no idea what I'm going to do! I don't even know what I want to do, I feel as though I have to decide now or I'm just going to get stuck in the routine again, grr why is it that just when you think everything is fitting into place and going well everything goes wrong again,

Halloween

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 16:43:40 GMT

Happy Halloween everyone!!

As per usual I always try and get a fic up for halloween and have only suceeded once, and definately not this year, this year was the worse, I only got one paragraph done oh well might see how it goes and post it late lol

Am hoping to get some fics up asap,

any hoo

Happy Halloween, have a great night

I.V

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 08:43:42 GMT

Ok so calmly watching Saw IV the other night (I was told that the X Japan song never made it onto the soundtrack >.>) and the film ends and the credits start rolling and I'm like... I know this (never heard the IV song before) but I knew it because as a crazy X fangirl you just know don't you ;P

So my boyfriend goes to turn it off and I all but bite his head off, going It's Toshi!!! It's Yoshiki's work you can't turn this off it's XJAPAN!! yes he thought I was mad but so what I'm passionate about JRock :D

anyhoo thats not even the most amazing part! I check out the PV and it almost brings me to tears because if you didn't know it I absoulutely Love and adore hide! he is my idol forever! so I watch the PV thinking Yay X but wouldn't it be great if the pink spider was there and whats amazing is the clips of him they show throughout the PV and his guitar stood there to represent him. I thought it was such an amazing gesture and shows just how much he meant to them,

hide truely is immortal...

Oh and what I forgot to say...

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 15:15:51 GMT

TROPIC THUNDER was the funniest film EVER seriously I was in tears almost the whole way through the film, ask anyone, funniest film in the world!

Robert Downey Jr was amazing!

BUSY!!!

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 15:03:33 GMT

Ok been really busy recently what with work and college and everything that I have going at the moment, I'm also trying to get my fics done as well as brain storming some more, ^_^

Halloween soon everyone!! Am hoping to post a Halloween fic for the day and..... I was watching Hocus Pocus the other day ^_^ how did I not know Sarah Jessica Parker was in it?

was great to watch it again though I want a cat called Binx, anyhoo, I'll try and update things more and post things more, maybe if I wasn't so busy....

take care

-DD-

First day!

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 17:54:53 GMT

Ok it was my first day at a new college today, was scary to say the least, firstly they all knew each other already save for me so was pretty lonely but I don't mind that so long as I can get my work done, but we haven't started the work just a load of boring 'lets all get to know each other and like each other' stuff >.> I hate those things so pointless if someone doesn't like you telling them a few meaningless points about your life isn't going to change that.

The one woman bothering me and trying to pair me up for lunch, just let me in the library and I'll be fine thank you very much, silly people, some people just want to get on with things they don't actually NEED for EVERYONE to like them shocking isn't it -_-U

Yes so maybe I've started to feel a bit bitter towards silly nusciance people, what can I say? I love Farfarello and when writing about him you sort of understand why he gets so annoyed at people >.> in a sense -_-U

Not to mention I have had the worst headache all day O_o

Oh well hopefully work will come soon and I'll be able to use the library, will be much better then

take care

Profile Re-vamp

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 09:17:14 GMT

Just finished giving my profile a much needed re-vamp I decided that the old version was a little childish and not me at all, new userpic as well I'd give credit but it was just something that stumbled upon me I don't know where it's from.

If you created the pic then I hope you don't mind me using it and well done you, I'm going to slowly start putting some fics up on this site, some will be drabbles and some will be more, I find it hard to write for Farfarello so I ended up with a ton of half page fanfics that never go anywhere because I think they are abhorrent and not fit for him.

Well I hope this looks a little bit better now and reflects me more accurately,

Thank you

-DD-

speak out against descrimination in whatever way you can...

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 23:55:12 GMT

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

Fanfiction Yami no Matsuei

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 19:43:54 GMT

Fanfiction- Red- Yami no Matsuei

Summary- What happened in Oriya's past, how did he beomce envoled with Muraki and what does he himself think of his psychotic friend,

Disclaimer- I do not Yami no Matsuei or the characters, the plot however and various OC’s are mine,

A/N- I have taken some liberties with Muraki and Oriya’s pasts I hope it fits and the timeline works out ok, if not I’m sorry but I did try my best. Thank you and please R&R…

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When Oriya had been a child he had been the happiest he had ever been, blissfully unaware of all of life’s pitfalls.

Unaware of betrayal and hurt, he had grown up surrounded by beautiful women who adored him, for the most part. Of course it didn’t take him long to realise that the Geisha’s living within KoKakuRou mothered him more than his own mother. If he needed to talk he would go to one of them, if he needed help with his homework he would go to one of them. If he got scared he would go to one of them. If he had a nightmare in the middle of the night then he would go to one of their rooms, crying, they would smile warmly and allow him to sleep with them, saying that they would protect him.

He never received these things from his biological mother and he didn’t expect to. She ran the restaurant and the goings on within it, he didn’t really understand until he was much older what exactly went on within the establishment. He did however understand that because of that she was too busy to spend time with him. With time and age the Geisha’s began to teach him their dances, he’d practise with them whenever he could. They would dress him up, buy him Yukata’s and show him how to dress himself properly in them.

As the years went on though the Geisha’s that he had grown up with, the women who had been more like mothers to him than his actual mother began to leave. They would pack their bags one day, then they would leave in the evening, giving him a kiss and a present and wishing him all the best. He would hug them and beg them not to go, weeping into their Kimono’s, they would merely ruffle his hair and kiss his forehead, wiping away his tears as several fell silently from their eyes. They would hug him tightly for as long as they could, then they would pull away, smile, pick up their bags and leave.

He would sleep in their rooms the night they left and cry himself to sleep, the remaining Geisha’s coming in to comfort him. Yuri and Sakura had left first and it had hurt the most because they had been there the longest. New Geisha would come and although they did not replace the ones he had lost, over time Oriya had grown to love them too.

When Oriya had just turned eleven he had learnt why his mother was such a stranger to him, Hotaru had met him in the corridors, on the way to his room. He was ecstatic, explaining that he had just learnt a new dance and asking her if she wanted to see. Hotaru had been the oldest Geisha there then; the most experienced and though he never voiced his concerns he knew that she, like Yuri and Sakura before her, would eventually leave too. She had smiled softly and said that she would love to later but that his mother was asking to see him. He stared up at her, slightly flushed from the dancing, eyes wide with childish naivety and asked, as if it had been the most natural thing in the world.

“Which one?” After all, he had many mothers; every Geisha within KoKakuRou was a mother to him in their own right. Hotaru had smiled at this and ruffled his hair, kissing the top of his head endearingly.

“Your mother, your real mother, Kotori-sama, chibi.” She explained chuckling softly, “come on Ori-chan, I shall take you there,” she took his hand and led him through the establishment, he stopped when they passed the garden, tugging at her Kimono and asking if they could go out and play. She had smiled, gently stroking the side of his face. “Later chibi, first you must speak with your mother,” he shook his head, refusing, but when she crouched down infront of him, running her hand through his hair and asking that he do it for her, he had agreed.

She had smiled and rubbed his hand that lay clasped within her own, leading him to the office. She stopped just infront of one of the doors, smoothing down her hair and Kimono and then doing the same to the young Oriya stood beside her. Making sure that they both looked presentable she opened the door and stepped inside the room, Oriya being pulled in behind her. She bowed as she entered the room, Oriya following her lead as he always did.

Oriya had learnt the correct way to bow and rise from said bow at the age of three, Yuri had taught him saying that it was imperative he learn it and that if he learnt nothing else from her in his lifetime it was how to bow and rise correctly. He had nodded, making sure that he did his best everytime, to make her proud.

“Kotori-sama I have brought Oriya-chan to see you, as you asked,” Hotaru had said, still bowing, the elder woman had rose from her seat. Walking over to where the two were bowed before her and leant against the desk.

“Good, leave us now Hotaru, you have work to do soon and must get yourself ready.” She instructed, Hotaru rose and as she did so Oriya followed, Hotaru merely had to look at him and he bowed once again. With that she had smiled at the boy and left. After a few more minutes Oriya was getting bored of bowing and rose, folding his arms across his chest and half pouting, half glaring at the woman stood before him. “Did I tell you, you could stop?” She had asked coldly, he’d frowned and shook his head, shoulder length brown hair whipping around him.

“No, but I didn’t want to bow anymore, I want to go outside and play,” she had hit him for that, backhanding the small boy across the face. He had growled and sat up, rubbing his cheek where it had started to redden. None of the Geisha’s had ever stuck him like that and he did not understand why this woman thought that she had the right to hit him. She was practically a stranger after all.

“I will not except insolence from the likes of you, you are merely a brat and I expect respect from you at all times do you understand boy?” He had nodded, though he had not meant it. “Now, stand, let me look at you,” she had demanded, and begrudgingly, he had rose, standing infront of her as Yuri had taught him to stand. She had smirked, her eyes roaming over him. “Hm, they treat you like a doll, dress you up and teach you to dance as they do. Are they trying to make you a Geisha I wonder,” his eyes had sparkled slightly at that thought and Kotori had stood to her full height. Smacking the boy upside the head.

“Itai,” he had muttered, rubbing the back of his head, she had chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“You’re a fool boy, boy’s can’t be Geisha, only women can be Geisha. That is why I had wanted a girl. So that she could become a Geisha and follow in my footsteps, so that she could take over KoKakuRou and run the place when I no longer could. You can only imagine the disappointment I felt when I gave birth to you.” Tears stung the back of his eyes but he stood strong. He wouldn’t break down infront of her; she didn’t deserve to see him cry.

“If that is all you wished to say to me Kotori-sama,” it had always been Kotori-sama and always would be for neither of them seemed to want any different. “Then I wish to be taking my leave now, I am tired.” Perfectly spoken, with no emotion in it whatsoever. She had smirked and waved him off, turning her back on him.

“Go you damn brat, get out of my sight,” she had snarled, he had bowed. Not because he respected her or because he had wanted to but because he had been taught by his mothers to do so when talking to someone of greater age than he. That is why he had bowed and with that he had left.

He was no further then halfway down the corridor when the tears had begun to fall, slipping silently from his eyes, he had rubbed at them violently with his sleeve causing his eyes to redden and become sore. He didn’t care; he hated that woman, wanted nothing more to do with her. He had never been so hurt in his entire life, never wanted to cry so much. He ran to Hotaru’s room but the woman wasn’t there. He sniffed; rubbing his eyes once again and walking down the stairs. He made his way to the garden and slid the door open walking out into the yard and over to one of the Sakura trees.

He had lay down at the base of the tree and allowed the tears to fall as the petals danced around him, slowly falling asleep. He had been awoken hours later by Arashi and Hotaru who immediately brought the half-conscious boy into their arms. Babbling about how they couldn’t find him and had been so worried about him.

“Oriya, where did you get that mark from chibi?” Arashi had asked, gently stroking his hair away from the red mark that was slowly taking on a purple tint. He had yawned rubbing his eyes free from sleep and stretching. He gingerly touched the bruise wincing at the pain the action had caused. “Chibi?” Arashi had prompted he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, smiling softly.

“Uh… Kotori-sama hit me,” he muttered softly, “I got up before I should have and made her angry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to but I wanted to go outside.” Oriya explained himself so quickly that it took the two women a few moments to understand what he had said. “Please don’t be mad at me,” he had begged, hugging Arashi tightly, she sighed softly, petting his hair as she glanced over at Hotaru the two Geisha sharing a look as the boy sniffled softly.

“We’re not mad at you Oriya but you have to be more careful around her, we’ll teach you how to act around her, we just don’t want to see you get hurt again.” Hotaru explained softly, kissing the boy’s head. “Now come on, it’s time for bed,” he had slept in Hotaru’s bed that night. The woman telling him a bedtime story in an attempt to get him to fall asleep, around half an hour later he had fallen into a peaceful slumber and a few minutes later she joined him. Oriya never saw the tears that had slipped silently from her eyes that night and he would never know of their existence either.

About five months later he had run to Hotaru’s room to show her the new trick he had learnt to do with the fans. He slid open her door and froze in the doorway; she was sat on the very edge of her bed, wearing her best Kimono, just staring at the door. It took him less than a second to notice the bags sat beside the bed and work out that just like Yuri and Sakura, she was leaving. She rose and he ran forward, tears streaming from his eyes, he practically threw himself at her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

“No, please, don’t go Hotaru-san, don’t leave me, please,” he begged, tears welled in her eyes as she ran her hand through the silken brunette hair.

“I’ve got to chibi, I can’t stay any longer,” she explained stepping back and walking over to the desk where a small box was sat. She lifted it and walked over to the boy, placing it in his hands and lightly kissing his forehead. “I’m going to miss you Oriya, promise me that you’ll take care of yourself and maybe one day I’ll see you again.” She explained allowing the tears to fall as she rose to watch him open the present. He just nodded at her and removed the ribbon. Lifting the top off of the box.

Inside was a silver locket, shaped into a heart, the pictures inside were of him and Hotaru on one side and on the other Yuri, Sakura and Hotaru a picture that had been taken just as Hotaru had came to KoKakuRou. He stared up at her questioningly and she bent down, kissing his forehead lovingly once again and smiling softly.

“Yuri, Sakura and I decided to give this to you when I left, keep it close to your heart always Oriya and I promise you, you will never be alone.” For that you see is what he feared the most, being alone, being unloved and they all knew that with each one of them that left he lost a part of himself with them and they feared that one day he would just fall apart. Hotaru hugged him one last time before she lifted her bags simply saying “goodbye chibi,” before she too left. Just as with the others that night he had slept in her room, crying himself to sleep.

At fifteen Oriya was a teenager, wise to the world and the pain it caused, wise to Kotori, his biological mother. He knew how to dance, how to entertain, he knew how to attract both men and women. In short he knew how to be a Geisha, still, he was not accepted by his mother, simply because he was not a girl. He could fight beautifully was a Katana, turn it into a dance that could captivate anyone that passed, he was strong, he was intelligent, he was beautiful, he was everything anyone could ever want yet Kotori despised him.

Somehow he was ok with that, eventually the woman would grow old and he would take over KoKakuRou, they both knew this and didn’t Kotori resent it. She made his life a misery for that year, Arashi the only thing keeping him sane. Halfway through the year when he was at his lowest, she too left. Her present to him was a beautifully crafted Asian pipe; he put it in his draw and wept for a whole day. The next day he had gone out and stood on the bridge not far from the restaurant, staring at the water and jagged rocks below and thinking about how easy it would be to end it all.

He felt so alone, so numb, so dead, he didn’t want any of it anymore. Didn’t want the cold feeling he got by being alone. A gust of wind blew past him as he considered throwing himself onto the rocks below and just ending it all, though as the breeze blew his Yutaka back slightly the silver heart locket revealed itself, dancing weightlessly on the wind. He lifted it, staring at it lovingly and remembering Hotaru’s words, suddenly he didn’t feel alone anymore.

When he was sixteen he met Muraki Kazutaka for the first time…

They had simply been passing each other in the corridor, both late for classes, silver had caught gold, they did nothing more than lock eyes briefly and then had continued on their ways. For days Oriya could not get the image of the boy out of his head, he’s slip up in his sword practice, he’d drop the fans as he twirled them. He’d trip as he danced and all for what? A flash of silver that had come and gone? It would take him years to realise that Muraki Kazutaka would always have that affect on him. He would always hold that power over him, to make him lose focus and trip… it would take him even longer to realise that even though Muraki made him trip, he would catch him each and every time…

The next time they met had been in class; they had been paired together for a school project about Japanese history or something. They had sat in silence for an eternity, merely staring at each other; Oriya had finally broken the silence residing between the two of them. Leaning forward and holding out his hand, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oriya Mibu,” the other boy had just regarded him with silent indifference before he had held out his hand placing it within the others.

“Muraki Kazutaka,”

“Nice to meet you,”

“I concur,” It had never occurred to Oriya in those first few moments of meeting the other how they would end up, that they would become best friends, that they would remain best friends for a long time to come. It never occurred to him that Muraki would one day do the things he was destined to do, and that he himself would be the one to hide his horrible secrets from the world. The thought never crossed his mind just how close they would become, and why would it?

It didn’t take them long to discover that there was something they really liked in the other, something that attracted them to each other. They could sit for hours and talk or they could do the exact opposite, sit for hours on end in silence. The time they spent together though was never uncomfortable; the silence was never unwanted, it was merely always a moment of calm reflection. Both boys lost in their own worlds, usually thinking about the other, though they would never admit to that. It would take them years to discover that, that is how things would always be between them.

The first time Oriya had brought Muraki back to KoKakuRou had been a week or two after they had met. They had crossed paths with Michiru and Miyu on their way to Oriya’s room, the two Geisha merely smiling at the brunette. Giving him an all knowing look, he had only rolled his eyes. At some point the Geisha within the restaurant had stopped being mother figures to him and had simply become friends all except for two or three. Hinoto had come to KoKakuRou sometime after Arashi had left, taking her place. Shortly after her two more had been brought there, Mika and Noriko.

They were the three who were left from his childhood, his three remaining ‘mothers’ as it were and though he would never admit to it, he feared the day when they would leave. They had all become so important to him and he couldn’t stand to lose another. They walked through the corridors in silence, Muraki following just behind the brunette, like a shadow. It was strange looking back at it now to think that one day Muraki would have his own room within KoKakuRou, that he would come and go as he pleased.

Hinoto stopped Oriya as she passed, grabbing hold of his arm and stopping him in his tracks, smiling at him softly as she turned him to face her. With a soft sigh she ran her hand through his hair, staring disapprovingly at the uniform that he was currently dressed in. She had never liked it, saying that he never looked as beautiful in it as he did when he was dressed in his Yutaka’s. He would just smile at her and shrug; saying that there was nothing he could do about it.

“Oriya, sorry, will you be joining us this evening?” She asked with a soft smile, he just tilted his head in confusion, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“I thought you were working,” he stated. Muraki just watched the exchange in silence, it would take him several years to work out that he had felt ever so slightly jealous of that woman that night, and even then he would never tell Oriya because he knew that the brunette would never shut up about it.

“I am, later, Kotori-sama decided not to open until late tonight,”

“Whatever suits her, the stuck up cow,” Hinoto frowned disapprovingly and he just shrugged smirking softly. “Sorry Hii-san but it’s true, oh, and yeah, I’ll join you later.” She nodded, lightly kissing his forehead before glancing over at the platinum haired boy stood behind him. Following her gaze Oriya stepped aside, gently grasping Muraki’s arm and bringing him closer, “sorry ka-san, this is my friend from school Muraki Kazutaka, Muraki this is one of the women who helped raise me, Tsukiyono Hinoto,”

“A pleasure to meet you Muraki-chan,” she had said with a bow and Muraki felt the jealousy drip away, he too bowed and the woman smiled warmly as he did so.

“The pleasure is all mine Hinoto-sama,” he stood to his full height once again,

“Such a polite young boy, maybe our dear Oriya could pick up a few of your ways, I think it would do him some good.” She joked, Oriya had just rolled his eyes, Muraki and Hinoto had bowed once again before she had turned, kissing Oriya on the cheek, before she headed off down the corridor telling Oriya not to be late as she went.

After that, it was a frequent occurrence for Muraki to come round after school they would go and sit in Oriya’s room or out in the garden. Kotori had started to watch the two from her window, thinking that neither noticed. Muraki had however, sometimes he would simply turn his head, look at her, then turn his attention back to Oriya as if he had not noticed her at all.

A while later Saki came into Muraki’s life, he would go to Oriya’s more and more, sometimes staying the night, or for several nights in a row. Only ever speaking his concerns to the brunette, telling him that there was something about his new stepbrother that he didn’t like. That he didn’t trust, Oriya would listen occasionally telling him little snippets about his real mother and they found yet another common ground in the hatred of a loved one who they simply could not love.

The only night that Kotori had ever come to Oriya’s room was the night of his seventeenth birthday. It was late, Hinoto, Mika and Noriko having thrown him a party for the occasion, then he had returned to his room with Muraki. The silver-eyed male had placed a box on the bed, beautifully wrapped, a single red rose lying on the top of the box. Just the flower had amazed Oriya, his fingers gently caressing the blood-coloured petals. He had been shocked by how sentimental his friend could be. That was the first time Muraki Kazutaka had ever given anyone a rose.

The paler male had leant forward, taking the flower from the brunette and sliding it into the dark silken hair belonging to his friend. His hand had lingered on the others face, staring into his eyes; Muraki had smirked, lightly stroking the soft flesh with his thumb.

“So beautiful, like a doll…” Muraki had muttered softly, Oriya had simply smiled, he knew of his friends little obsession with dolls. Had seen the rows of them in the others bedroom, he could understand, Muraki liked beautiful things, whether they were perfect or broken, he loved them just the same. Dolls were beautiful, dolls were perfect whether they were perfect or broken and that it why Muraki loved them as he did. “Open your present Ori…” he had whispered almost seductively.

Oriya had smiled, tugging at the red ribbon and watching as it fell away from the box, he then lifted the top and gasped in shock. He slowly lifted the doll from the box, a Geisha girl in a black and red Kimono, long brown hair in perfect ringlets. Light brown eyes bordering on gold stared up at him blankly. He turned to look at Muraki in shock, the doll must have cost a small fortune, the silver-eyed male had leant forward, gently brushing his cheek against his friends.

“It reminded me of you, so beautiful, so perfect,” Muraki had whispered softly into his ear as he had stroked through the silken hair belonging to his best friend. She had chosen to interrupt then, coughing to gain their attention. Muraki had slowly moved away, his hand sliding through Oriya’s hair as he moved until it eventually slipped away to rest back against Oriya’s body.

“What may I assist you with Kotori-sama?” The brunette had asked, voice low as he lifted the doll and brought it to sit in his lap, his hand roaming over perfect porcelain.

“Don’t be so hostile Oriya, can’t I simply come and see my son on his birthday?” She asked from the doorway, he snorted, refusing to look at her, still focusing on the doll.

“You haven’t bothered for seventeen years, why ruin such a perfect record?” Muraki smirked slightly at his friend’s antics, with time he would realise that he loved Oriya’s quick-fire temper. The way the brunette would not back down from an argument or give up. He loved it, because it was part of Oriya…

“Let’s not fight Oriya, we have company, speaking of which aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Not if I can help it,” The brunette ground out; he ripped his gaze from the doll to the woman stood in his doorway, eyes narrowing warningly. The woman merely smirked.

“Apologies, Oriya, I merely wished to meet the boy my son so frequently brings back to his room.” His mother explained, a smirk on her face, he knew what she was hinting at and he didn’t really care what she thought the two of them did within the confines of his room. If he ever did have relations like she was suggesting then there were people who he would have to tell, because they meant so much to him.

She was not one of them.

“Go. Now, I did not invite you here, so leave,” Oriya ordered, never backing down from the woman’s intense gaze, Muraki bit his bottom lip gently, Oriya had looked so perfect in that moment. So calm, so defiant, so in control, Muraki, even back then had wanted to strip him of that control.

“Fine, I’ll leave, but first I have to give you your present,” she explained walking over to the bed and placing a rectangular box down infront of Oriya, he glanced from it to her, obviously unimpressed.

“Hm, what is it? A bomb? A disease? Death wrapped in a pretty little box?” He had asked monotonously, she had merely cackled before rolling her eyes and motioning for him to open it and see for himself. He glanced over at Muraki who merely shrugged and smirked, lifting the doll from Oriya’s lap and into his own as he mindlessly stroked the perfectly curled hair. Oriya sighed, removing the ribbon and lifting the lid to see two fans held within. He lifted one, opening it with a practised ease, then closing it and staring over at his mother, no emotion at all displayed on his beautiful face. She smiled and laughed softly, knowing that he knew what she had meant with the gift, she decided to elaborate anyway.

“From tomorrow Oriya you shall work at KoKakuRou, and when I say, you will dance there, if you manage to bring in enough profits when the time comes, all of this will be yours and I will leave. Vanish into the distance, you shall never have to see me again. I’d say that’s the best present you’ve had all day.” He’d just smirked, dropping the fan back into the box and dropping the package carelessly into the draw on the bedside table before having the doll passed back to him from Muraki. Their hands brushed in the exchange and it would take them some time to work out the sensation that shot through both of them as a result.

“I have many fans, Yuri, Sakura, Hotaru, Arashi, they all came before you baring fans, beautiful fans far prettier than the ones you just gave me. Not only did they give me the fans they taught me how to dance with them too. Therefore theirs will always hold more beauty than yours ever could, because theirs had sentimental value, theirs were beautiful and warm in every way. Yours are cold and ugly, so I shall never dance with them. Besides that, I was already given the best present of the day, before you walked in, from my best friend.” Oriya had explained, staring at Muraki as his hands ghosted over the dolls face.

Muraki had just chuckled, eyes shimmering in the darkness, as he stared at Oriya holding the doll in his hands, Oriya in himself was such a beautiful doll, and maybe that is what had drawn Muraki to him in the first place. The brunette was a living-breathing doll, the first one he would ever come across. The first one he would ever lust over and the only one that he would ever feel so strongly about. Muraki didn’t know then if it was love or not he felt for the brunette, and he still didn’t know that now, because Muraki didn’t even know if he could feel love or not. He just knew that he felt something, something intense for Oriya, and in Oriya’s mind, that was enough. Or he believed it to be enough…

When Oriya was eighteen he danced for the first time at KoKakuRou and Muraki, although the two no longer went to school together and although the silver-eyed boy had changed considerably over the ordeal with Saki and had moved away, was there to watch him. Oriya would come to realise that Muraki would always be there to watch him, if only to make sure that no one else would look at him in to wrong way or touch him indecently.

Yes Muraki had changed considerably after Saki, no longer the sullen, somewhat shy innocent silver-eyed boy but a confident, imposing, somewhat psychotic man. Kotori didn’t like him being there, he frightened away customers apparently, she didn’t seem to realise that he came for that exact purpose. No one but him, should ever see His Oriya dance and with time he truly did become his Oriya. No more ‘Ori-chan, Oriya-chan or even Ori-kun,’ no he simply became know to Muraki as ‘My Oriya,’ at first he hadn’t minded at all.

For three years Oriya was not allowed to dance, given that for the first two he had, he had managed to draw in so many customers that subsequently got frightened away by his insane friend. Kotori had grown tired of men piling in only to run out in fear, never to be seen again. Oriya may have brought in the money, but Muraki made sure to frighten the customers away, so that Oriya remained his and solely his. As such for three years there had been no sign of Muraki, he had left one night and gone to ‘work’ on whatever it was he did. Oriya had been crushed, the Geisha trying to console him only to find that they couldn’t.

He had never felt more alone and he cursed Muraki for leaving him this way.

At twenty-three though, with Muraki’s three year absence, Oriya had asked Kotori to let him dance once again. She had considered for several days before nodding and telling him that very night, saying that if he did well, she would see how much money she could get for him. He had shuddered internally, but with Muraki gone, all he had wanted to do was to earn enough money to take over KoKakuRou and see Kotori leave the place once and for all. So he had agreed to these terms, silently praying that Muraki would show up so that he would not have to go through with his and Kotori’s agreement.

He danced that night… the place had been packed to exploding… he had stared out at the audience to note that…

Muraki was not there…

He danced that night, danced with all his heart and soul, with all the pain and despair that lay within him, he cried and collapsed onto the floor and the room rose to applaud him. Amazed and breathless at the display that had just taken place. He had bowed, thanking them before rising to his feet and stalking off into the garden.

“You better be fucking dead Muraki Kazutaka,” Oriya had snarled, lighting up the pipe Arashi had given him before she had left and letting his head fall against the trunk of the Sakura tree. His mother had appeared beside him in the darkness, she had approached silently though he knew that she had been coming from at least ten metres off. He had, for a brief second of delusion, allowed himself to think that perhaps it was Muraki stalking over to him in the darkness. She chuckled, shattering the illusion and kneeling down beside him.

“Hm, interesting, no Muraki tonight and what a turn out it was, my dear, it’s time to see how much I can get for you,” she had muttered passing him a small box. He had snarled throwing it against the opposing Sakura tree and standing to face her, Yukata and silken hair dancing on the wind around him. The pipe held so tightly in his grasp that it threatened to snap.

“You’re selling me? I’m sorry, I remember you once telling a young boy that boys could not be Geisha, yet you propose to sell me as one?” He snarled yet his voice was still calm, Oriya was always so calm. So in control even when everything was falling down around him, even when he didn’t want to be. He would eventually come to realise that the only person that could make him lose that control was Muraki.

“Hm, that was then, this is now, I still don’t think men can be Geisha but I’m not adverse to selling you as one. You want KoKakuRou and rid of me, then do what must be done; I’ll begin preparations. I think your twenty-fourth birthday would be appropriate for a bidding war, ne, Oriya?” He had merely regarded her with silent indifference. She had shrugged and walked away, chuckling darkly to herself. He sighed, sitting against the Sakura tree once again and bringing his pipe to his lips. What did it matter anymore anyway? Let the bitch do what she wanted, he’d be free of her soon.

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There is more to this but LJ only lets me post so much so if you would like to read the rest then comment and tell me so n.n

First ever post n.n

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 21:24:13 GMT

Ok I have just spend ages modifying this page so I hope that it looks ok, it was about time I think n.n I'm actually feeling pretty good about it, I'm hoping to get some of my fics up by later on but we'll just have to see, someone is currently trying to hack into my computer for some reason -_-U ah the trials and tribulations of the internet.