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#C4 - Forever Love [Jul. 12th, 2005|09:53 pm]
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[mood |ecstaticecstatic]

There was a certain beauty to time when it stopped.

When everything around you seized to exist and there was nothing. Nothing but the beauty of one's heartbeat slowly echoing through another body. The wonder of feeling the arms you loved so much holding you, as you held that person in return.

Die was... in heaven.

Now, what an obscure place heaven was in, but Die was there. He was there, even if for a few moments, a few wonderful moments that felt so wonderful, and radiated joy through all his cells, those few moments made him so complete that he would of been happy to just die there. In Shinya's arms.

"Kami sama, I .. I was so worried about you!" It was Shinya who had brought him back to reality, and they were on their way again. Die couldn't stop speaking. But, he found that every word he said couldn't really make sense. He couldn't recall words he'd whispered moments ago, and yet he couldn't stop speaking at all. It all only seemed to catch up with him once they were in that house, and he was nursing his own wounds, mumbling hatred towards the deep, depressing bruises developing on usually porcelain white skin.

"Tell me things?" Die would smile. The words ran over in his head even as he had crouched by Shinya. What things? He wanted to ask. But... he would tell Shinya things. He didn't need to ask... yet he somehow doubted that what he wanted to tell the slender drummer he loved so much wouldn't be what Shinya wanted to hear. But he'd try anyway. They didn't get this far for nothing, surely!

"I just need you to know..."

...his own words were foreign, He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. But he knew he was kissing Shinya. He knew now, as his mahogany orbs slipped shut and he tilted his head to the most perfect angle, lovely plush lips naturally parting. Was Shinya kissing him back? Surely not... because Shinya couldn't feel for him, right? Of course not... Shinya would want someone better.
Much, much better.

"I have something to tell you too, Die.."
The words didn't quite register at first. Die just nodded, barely, as he cupped Shinya's face, and leaned further into their second kiss. His eyes couldn't remain open any longer, as much as he wanted them to. They slid close, and his tongue lightly brushed at Shinya's, feeling the joy and electricity caused by the best kiss of his life slowly melt down to his toes and he leaned in further. It was the most perfect kiss. Die didn't think that anything could of made it more perfect...

"I love you."

...except for, maybe, that.

He held Shinya in return, both of them sitting up now as his fingers stroked up and down the drummer's back, in a shy but confident massage, his chin resting on Shinya's shoulder. Die didn't quite realise that he was biting into his lip. He didn't realise that the way he was holding Shinya was so tight, so damn tight, he was almost crushing him.
Die didn't even realise that he wasn't breathing until his lung screamed and he gave a sharp gasp as they began to work again.
Nor did he realise that he was crying until those salty tears slithered down to his lips and he could taste them as he slowly pulled back.

"...Shinya..." all he could do, apparently, was choke out his drummer's name. His... Shinya was his. And how long had he been his? Die didn't dare ask...

He cupped Shinya's face and a smile slowly curled his lips. He was crying and gasping for breath, yet he still looked stunning as his lips descended on Shinya's. He wouldn't question the other's words, like he would perhaps, under other circumstances. No, he wouldn't dare.

"I love you," his own words trembled as they whispered in response. "I love you so much," Die slowly pulled back, and gently kissed Shinya's lips. It was a chase kiss, gentle, shy. "Ever since I met you..." and how true that was. He didn't initially realise it but it was so true.
So for a moment Die grew silent and simply held his lover. His arms were tight around Shinya's, his lips now caressing up and down the slender arc of his lover's neck...

...a smile...

Die raised himself now, but not before placing one more heated kiss to the soft skin.

"...who would of thought..." because despite the photographs, the jokes, the videos... Die and Shinya were perhaps the least likely to fall in love. Even though everyone else could of seen it, Die could of never imagined.
"...that you'd love me."

It was impossible to stop smiling. And crying. Die was crying tears of joy as he linked his fingers with Shinya's slowly, both hands, and raised them, watching his movements as he eventually guided Shinya's hands around his neck and kissed his love again. He hated fate. It couldn't be more cruel. He wanted to cry and scream out, yet at the same time, he knew that the tears that wept were of utter joy.

There was silence for a little while, in which Die had allowed his tears to calm.

"You should bathe," he whispered, almost fearing that someone could hear them. Even though it was day outside, it didn't matter because Die and Shinya were in their own world now, and if anyone dared to interrupt, then there would surely be a side of Die shown that nobody could have ever dreamed there being. "...you have a few cuts, ne, I don't want them infected." He held Shinya's hands now, and kissed each finger slowly, grinning at the drummer.

"I love you..." Now, once he'd said them once, it appeared he couldn't stop saying them. nor could he stop kissing Shinya. He kissed the other once...twice...three times, before he finally managed to drag himself off to run Shinya the said bath. Die knew not to add any bubblebath because it would sting, not mentioning the fact that it was... weird...to say the least, to be using someone else's' toiletries.
But he made the water just perfect.

And once that was perfected, he moved to take his lover up the stairs, kissing him on the way, but carefully, so he wouldn't drop him or bang Shinya's injury into anything.

"You don't mind me...staying?" Die asked, cheeks flushed in the steamed room as he sat Shinya on the edge of the bath, fingers trembling as he slowly began to remove the drummer's shirt.

"I'll go if you want...I'll do anything you want..."
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C4; Feelings from the heart. [Jun. 30th, 2005|11:14 am]
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[mood |blahblah]

Hidden in the thick brush that encircled the residential area, Shinya sighed and looked up beyond the trees to the buildings that seemed miles away. Earlier on he'd had just about as much energy as he did when the game began, but now that morning was fast approaching and the ache in his injured ankle grew more unbearable Shinya found the need to rest a necessity above all else.

But he knew he couldn't rest, not now at least. Die might've still been looking for him close by, calling out his name just out of ear's reach without him even knowing. Shinya knew he couldn't let Die down but at the same time he couldn't work himself to his death, so he sat down next to a nearby tree and set his cane as well as his bag beside him.

Above him rays of sunlight began to filter through the treetops, offering an unearthly warmth that reminded him of the world beyond the island. The world he knew he wasn't going to return to.

I'm never going to go home.. He thought. Never going to see Miyu...or my family in Osaka...never going to perform again...never going to see my 28th birthday..

In his mind the bad outweighed the good but even knowing that he knew that at least he'd be able to fulfill one thing; admitting his feelings to Die, and that was enough to make up for half the things he could never do again, never see again.

A smile slowly formed on his lips and suddenly the residential area didn't seem so far at all. Picking up his cane Shinya stood himself up and was about to walk when the rustling of leaves caused him to freeze in place out of fear if anything.

Oh god... The sound of his own heart pounding nervously was clearly heard in his ears and the pain shooting up his leg was nothing now compared to the fear that consumed his now trembling form and even though his bag lay just inches beside him on the floor he couldn't even muster up the courage to draw the knives he'd been given. Still, a part of him doubted that another person was in close proximity to him but when the rustling grew louder, closer all Shinya's doubts had quickly washed away.


Those words startled him more than anything had in his entire life. Shoot? He didn't even have a gun, only a pair of knives! Knives for chrissake. But the other player didn't know that and in an attempt to back away Shinya only managed to stumble on his own feet, sending his slender body crashing down onto the cold, dirt floor.

"I don't have a gun!" The drummer managed to yell out in a very shaky voice. Looking beside him Shinya dug into his bag and unsheathed one of the hunting knives he'd been given.

What am I doing? He didn't even know if the stranger calling out to him even had a weapon. Shinya closed his eyes and dropped the knife, suddenly regretting it when the rustling drew nearer at a much faster pace than he'd bother to keep track off.

"Shinya! Shin-chan!"

Strong arms wrapped themselves around his body and immediately Shinya embraced the familiarity of the form, burying the side of his face against the elder, red headed man's neck with a massive sigh of relief leaving his lips upon realization of who the person hugging him was.

"D..Die?" Soft, gloss covered lips met the guitarist's cheek as he raised his head to look up at Die's handsome but dirt stained face. "It...it's really you." In disbelief Shinya raised his hands to cup the elder man's face. The skin beneath his was warm, inviting and it was that feeling that made Shinya sure that this encounter wasn't some sort of dream.

"Kami sama, I .. I was so worried about you!" Shinya's loud words were immediately hushed by Die's soft whispers and he closed his eyes, burying himself further into Die's comforting embrace, the embrace he'd long to feel since the beginning of the game.

"What happened?" He heard Die whisper as he pulled back and crouched in front of the drummer. A pink blush crept onto his cheeks, Die's fingers causing that said blush as they moved to gently trace his handsome yet effeminate features.

"I fell and fractured my ankle." The fracture, however, didn't matter anymore and gently he placed his hand atop the one on his knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be okay, don't worry."

When Die's arms encircled his body once more Shinya smiled and hugged the older man tightly, Shivering at the feel of Die's calloused but gentle fingers sliding down his back as well as his lips pressing themselves against locks of his soft, auburn coloured haired.

"I'm so glad you're here." Shinya whispered, meeting Die's own with his shyly. Had it been any other day he knew he wouldn't have been able to admit how glad he was to see Die let alone be so close to him. He nodded when Die mentioned the residential areas but let out a cry of protest once Die lifted him into his arms. To keep from falling Shinya wrapped his free arm around Die's neck while the other cradled Die's weapon.

During the walk Die spoke and dutifully Shinya listened to every word, feeling his heart burst in happiness over and over again at the simple fact that he'd been reunited with the man he loved even though Die himself didn't necessarily know of Shinya's own feelings.

"Tell me things?" The drummer's words broke the small silence that had begun to gather around them but before Die could properly answer him they'd reached the residential area and slowly Die carried him to a cozy, small house hidden in between two much larger houses that seemed to stare at them in pity, knowing that both mens' deaths were probably soon to come if not in a matter of hours than maybe days, nothing beyond that.

Standing upright, he watched as Die kicked open the door and walked inside, closing the curtains before once again he was lifted and set atop a rather comfortable couch where he closed his eyes and rested while Die moved to the kitchen to clean his wounds.

"You not hungry?" He heard the guitarist inquire. He shook his head and opened his eyes, smiling at the red headed man who looked so perfect in his eyes despite their dreadful and unavoidable fates. He squirmed playfully at the hand on his stomach but soon he found his own fingers moving to entangle themselves with Die's.

Soon silence gave way to both mens' nervous breaths and Shinya's cheeks burned a deep crimson in colour when Die rested his head against the drummer's side.

"I was terrified that I wouldn't get to see you again..." Die whispered.

Shinya's heart wrenched in his chest at Die's words, so sincere and caring as if he ... No, he couldn't feel that way for me... The auburn headed drummer thought almost bitterly until Die's hand brushed against his cheek and he found his eyes staring so affectionately into Die's.

"D..Die?" Shinya's heart beat furiously in his chest, stirring the butterflies that now flew rampantly in the pit of his empty but quite satisfied stomach.

"...I have to tell you something. Because this might be the last chance we get," Die interrupted with a sad smile. Without even thinking Shinya wrapped his arms around Die's shoulders, mirroring that same sad smile as he listened to Die speak.

"I just need you to know..." Die murmured before once again a silence came over the room so unlike any other they'd shared before, a silence that wasn't awkward or distasteful but one that perfectly matched the sorrowful yet joyful moment as Die's lips descended upon Shinya's own.

With his eyes closed Shinya kissed back, feeling his heart jump from his chest to his throat as he stared up at Die with half lidded eyes. He'd wanted to kiss Die for so long and now it was finally happening.

"I have something to tell you too, Die.." His voice was calm now, laced with adoration as he lifted his head and once again their lips drew nearer in the most perfect kiss with Shinya's lips parting timidly to Die's soft, velvet tongue. For a few moments more they remained like that, kissing and embracing each other in the solace of the dark, abandoned house.

When the need for air called, both men pulled back and Shinya smiled, closing his eyes as he pulled Die into a loving embrace, not wanting to ever forget the moment they'd shared even after death.

"I love you."

[ OOC: Omfg. I know this sucks. xD;;; Sorryyyyyyy. *Hides in a ditch* ]
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Hyde- The plan. [I1O-H9] [Jun. 30th, 2005|07:45 am]
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Hyde looked around as he walked along the rough path which led up through the island. When he stared at his map again, he noticed somewhere he could go instead of going to the arcade, which was a lot further away than the clinic. He still knew what to do. If a person is there, stay with them; tell not many are left, then strike! And kill the person, making him a winner. It’s a perfect plan, it can’t fail!


Hyde started to walk to the left, since the clinic was down there. He’d win this game!


((I’m so sorry it’s short! I haven’t posted in a while and I wanted to post this morning before I went to school! Sorry))

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Anza E4 [Jun. 28th, 2005|11:26 pm]
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Anza's lips curved into a strange smirk even as she realized that the one who lay on the floor would be of no threat to them. So, she'd atleast started to consider Utada as part of her group, strangely wanting to protect this one who was not part of the Jrock world, not even a native to Japan if Anza remembered her tabloid history correctly.

The light stayed focused on Kisaki's face, though after a few seconds her cruelty instinct abated and she moved the light down to atleast his chest to not intentionally blind him. The hesitation in his voice, she knew she heard it. So... then Emiru meant something to this boy, did he? Emiru seemed to react to the recognition as well, his frail body pushing slightly against her outstretched arm, her body still blocking his entrance into the main area of the arcade, for pushing Anza at that moment would not have been a good idea. Anza's finger hovered dangerously over the trigger of the weapon in her hand, though her thumb moved to put the safety back in place as she recognized that there was no immediate danger in the situation.

"I found him upstairs, wasn't sure if he had a weapon or not. I decided it was best to play it safe in this situation. He's in no danger." She turned her head around slightly, stepping to the side of the stairway to let Emiru past, the boy immediately rushing over to kneel next to Kisaki in his strangely appropriate dress, almost like a princess and her fallen prince.

However, the gun still pointed itself towards the two intruders, the flashlight searching its way around the two figures to look for any possible weapons. Then seeing the flail both Utada and Anza gave sighs, though the first's was audible and the other's in her own mind. "You understand, I can't be too careful in this... 'game'." She said the last word very sarcastically, still unsure why such a term had come to be used with what every ninth grader dreaded being included in, herself included in the year before she'd auditioned for the first ever of the Sailor Moon musicals. She too had waited in anticipation in the time of year when it was most common for program classes to be picked, sighing along with the rest of the class even as the horrific details of other students deaths were given over the television, knowing her ninth grade year had been passed over by the judges of the "Benevolent Dictatorship".

How ironic that over ten years later she'd been placed in that very situation she'd dreaded as a teenager, and had quickly decided in her own mind that she wouldn't be a loser, no matter what the costs. She wouldn't be taken advantage of by the sick bastards in the government.
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Kisaki: E4 At the Foot of the Stairs... [Jun. 29th, 2005|01:10 am]
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Kisaki could hear the dreaded oncoming of footsteps down the stairs. They echoed around the hollow concrete structure with horific foreboding. The only other sound was the quiet whimpering of the terrified Utada.

Kisaki knew he couldn't run away now. Whatever happened, at least he had tried to save Emiru. He had done something. He just didn't know if it would be enough.

There was a glimpse of light from the stairs. Kisaki could make out two people, but as the light was coming from them, not towards them, he couldn't tell who was who. He hoped one was Emiru. If there were in fact 3 enemies down there with him...

He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head. He shouldn't be thinking of them as enemies.

The light landed on Utada, who pointed over at Kisaki. His heart leapt as the light seemed to move in slow motion across the floor towards him.

And then it hit him, with blinding force again. His left eye was playing up, everything going cloudy. Bright lights and Kisaki never went together well. "What are you doing here?" said an authoratative voice from behind the light.

Raising an arm to sheild his eyes from the light, Kisaki struggled to think up an answer. Eventually, he realised that any lie wouldn't be any better than the truth, and would most likely lead to more conflict. "I'm looking for my... friend, Emiru"

Kisaki had trouble with the last word. A simple statement in itself, but Kisaki had never been able to tell anyone he had a friend before. Maybe he was sounding too big-headed?

"Kisaki!" cried out an extremely scared voice. A voice that wavered on the air, slowly hitting Kisaki with more force then the light had. A smile exploded across Kisaki's face. "Emiru!" he cried out, making as if to get up and run over.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Something about the situation wasn't right. Emiru would have run to him by now, and wouldn't have hid behind the light. Something was very very strange.

"What's going on?" Kisaki managed to ask, feeling deep down that he wasn't going to like the answer.
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Anza E4 [Jun. 26th, 2005|10:13 pm]
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The crash startled anza, making her head spin around quickly with her flashlight immediately pointed diredtly at the stairs so it wouldn't be seen. Utada... what trouble have you gotten us into. No, someone else has come.

"Come down now." Anza grabbed a hold of Emiru, the gun in one hand while the other spun the more feminine boy around in front of her, his body protecting her as she pushed him down the stairs. Her rushed manner almost made both of them lose their balance, but luckily it remained and the scared and shocked person in her arms didn't falter in following her orders, her fight or flight instinct taking over the moment she'd heard the smash.

At the bottom of the stairs she spun her flashlight around the room carefully, her other arm curled tightly around Emiru's chest as the light searched for the disturbance, scanning across until it caught on the frightened Utada and what she was shakingly pointing to.

Her light followed the finger's path across the floor as she walked around the games in Utada's direction, until it came to rest on Kisaki's body. Once again her arm seemed to follow a predetermined arch, the gun raised and cocked in aim at Kisaki's back. "Why have you come here?!" Her voice was angry, and yet in a strange way calmer, much calmer than the blood which rushed through her veins, causing a feint warm pounding in her ears.
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Hyde-Daddy, Will I Have To Play That Game? [I10] [Jun. 26th, 2005|03:21 pm]
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Hyde didn’t know where he was going to go. He’d been to a lot of places on the island, and yet people where there each time. He couldn’t actually believe that he’d left Yura to die. She’d die soon, he knew that. He couldn’t go back now though, after what he’d done. Hyde looked at the map and noticed a place he saw earlier…The arcade. If someone was there, and they weren’t playing, Hyde could team up with them, till the end…And when its only them left, he’d blast their brains out with his shotgun. Yes! That’s a good idea. He wouldn’t be killing a lot of people, and he would survive!




Hyde was sat down on the sofa while his daughter sat down besides him watching cartoons. The cartoon programme suddenly stopped and a news caster appeared on the screen with “Battle Royale” above his head.

“Dear people of Japan, this years’ Battle Royale has been one of are best yet!”

“Daddy, what’s ‘Battle Royale’?” Asked Hyde’s daughter, as she looked up at him and stared.

“Its nothing, don’t worry” He replied, as the news caster carried on.

“A lot of kids were killed in weird ways this year. Someone was stabbed with a nail till she bled to death. Another was given acid to drink, and then he bones and insides burnt up, killing her horribly. But our winner is a boy. We can not give you his name yet, but he killed 15 of the 42 students! THAT’S A NEW RECORD!” He bellowed, as Hyde’s face dawned down looking at his daughter who looked scared out of her wits.

“Daddy, will I have to play that game when I’m older? I don’t want to!” She cried hugging onto his leg.

“Don’t worries, you wont play it, I’ll make sure” He replied making her face light up, as she kissed him and ran off to play.

What if she is chosen? He thought to himself as he laid down on the sofa to rest his weary head.


----End Flashback----


“It wasn’t her who was chosen. It was me!” He cried out. He couldn’t let his daughter be chosen for the BR act like him. He had to hurry and get to the arcade, and win this game, to save his daughter from the hands of the Government!

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C4 - [ I will communicate with love ] [Jun. 24th, 2005|06:11 pm]
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[mood |relievedrelieved]

The red head picked up his speed, giving himself another push, resulting in adrenaline pumping faster, harder, even if it was just for that little while. His naked arms raised themselves now, and pushed the wiping twigs from his way, not at all wanting to be cut further by their harsh, needle like structure anymore.

He didn't want to look anymore undesirable, and considering that his jacket was already stuffed messily into the bag, sleeves of his shirt rolled up due to sweat and irritation of running with the thick fabric covering his body, rolled up to reveal slender arms tainted by new cuts and bruises, clearly a result of the past few hours. In his mind, he looked horrible, even if that wasn't the case.

It was on the contrary, in fact, and Die looked lovely in his masculinity, his red hair matted and slackened with sweat, clinging desperately to his handsome features. The cuts on his skin varied in depth and size, but were quite obvious, the blood scabbed over now and giving his appearance an even more rugged touch. And as he raised those arms again, his eyes looking up past the haunting branches onto the lightening sky, a small smirk curling the corners of his lovely cherry coloured lips at the realisation that the sky slowly transformed into morning, the cloudy mist blocking the lovely blue heavens a bitter reminder of this current situations.

He continued to run until he wasn't able to move his feet anymore and eventually collapsed by a large tree, slender chest heaving beneath the expensive fabric of his shirt, his fingers fumbling for cigarettes. Only nine left...

If he wasn't going to get shot in the head by some psychopathic bastard, the lack of his beloved cancer sticks would certainly be the death of him.

Lazily, the red head released a cloud of smoke from his delicious parted lips and leaned back, his head pressing against the bark of the tree. The compulsory map was laid out in front of him neatly, and once his eyes opened again, knowing that if they remained shut for too long he'd fall asleep, he realised that he'd searched all of D3. He hoped that Shinya had not passed him on the way, and had gone to C3 like he'd instructed. Whether or not that was the case though, he knew he couldn't, and wouldn't give up, despite the paranoid fears that were pumping through him faster than his blood.

Die's fears were more than intense. Deepened as he looked to the sky again, mumbling incoherent sentences. It was a horrible realisation that people would be killing now. Killing, as the lovely blue sky emerged, the morning sun casting attractive shadows of trees on the grass, bolding the intensity of the colours of every plant, every form of life. Somewhere, someone would die right now. Someone he knew. Or by the hand of someone he knew. And what if that someone got him now, and he couldn't reach Shinya? What if they got Shinya...?

Instantly, Die tossed the cigarette aside and shook those thoughts away. He had to stand, he had to run again. Despite everything that could hurt actually hurting in that slim body, determination was at it's highest now, perhaps because it was in a formula with fear now. Die had to find Shinya.

So he ran, holding the SVD, not paying attention to his shoes crushing twigs beneath them...

...well, not until he heard a noise very, very close to him.

Instantly, the red head froze. His fist curled tighter around the two bags he held in one hand, knuckles turning nauseatingly white. His other held the sniper rifle even closer to his trembling body. Frozen like a statue now, his eyes widened in an attempt to see past the close cluster of trees, barks and leaves everywhere, interfering with his view. Slowly, he set the bag down.

Because if this was the sort of person who'd shoot his best friend in the back, who wouldn't even give a second thought to the life of a lover just to save his own neck, then Die was quite blatantly screwed.

So he lifted the rifle. Although it was still locked, there were bullets, so if worst came to worst, Die knew he could shoot. He could potentially kill another human being. If worst came to worst, he'd wound them and run. As fast as he could. He wouldn't turn around, because if he slipped and if he had killed them, he knew he couldn't go on.

The rustling came closer, and it took Die several moments to realise that was a result of his own walking. He was so close to them now... and he wanted to see who it was. Because it had as much chance of being a sociopath as well as someone who shared his own views. And what if it was Toshiya? He didn't even know what had happened to one of his best friends.

"DON'T SHOOT! IF YOU....IF YOU ATTACK ME, I'LL SHOOT, I WI-" His voice trembled, loud but not hysterical, threatening but petrified. He slipped through the wall of the collection of little trees holding the rifle, which trembled when his arms shook. He stepped in, his eyes closed and his lips failing to mumble the words of domination and power he wanted to use in order to intimidate this person.

Had this person wanted to kill him, they would of had a very easy job.

To Die's surprise, however, there wasn't even any movement, nevermind response or an attack. So very slowly, his eyes opened, and instantly the rifle was tossed away and Die fell to his knees, almost before he could even recognise the person in front of him now. In front of him, lying helpless, with that most beautiful expression on their startled face.

"Shinya! Shin-chan!"

The red head swung his arms around the named man before he even had the opportunity to utter a word of protest. Die felt like his heart was melting from joy. He couldn't even begin to describe the joy and relief he was feeling now from this reunion. He could barely think straight as he buried his nose in Shinya's neck, inhaling his hypnotising scent deeply, his hands holding Shinya so tightly. Despite this state of instant bliss, however, Die did notice the way Shinya had his ankle, and when he pulled back eventually, after a moment or so of silence between them, with just him holding so tightly onto Shinya and whispering to the drummer how glad he was, how lucky he felt now.

"What happened?" he asked as he crouched now, unable to stop himself from smiling and reaching out a hand to lightly trace Shinya's features, his other lightly resting on Shinya's knee. He knew that if someone had done this to Shinya, then he would certainly find them and hurt them in return. As horrid as it was, he knew that if anyone had put Shinya in any sort of danger he wouldn't think twice about hurting them in return.

Those thoughts, along with that haunting paranoia he'd been forced to feel since the very beginning of this drifted eventually when Shinya reassured him that the injury was not a result of another person. So Die held him again. Just gently, his fingers caressing Shinya's back, his lips lightly pressing against the others' hair as he whispered words of comfort, absolutely delighted at once again feeling the drummer close to himself now. Being with Shinya like this now somehow managed to make the situation a lot less terrifying.

"Ne, the residential area is only a bit away," he said in a sweeter than honey tone after deciding that he had better un-leech himself from Shinya. He had got his belongings again and looked to the map for reference, with one arm draped around Shinya's shoulders of course, fingertips slowly stroking in soothing motions. "...I doubt many people will go to the houses since it's so predictable. And with your ankle, we really need to go somewhere safe. It's not far, so I'll carry you..."

He knew he was rambling, and he knew he couldn't even understand half the things he was saying. He doubted Shinya would, either. But the utter delight made him so excited and happy, and he was practically hysterical, refusing to listen to Shinya's protests as he took the drummer in his arms, carrying him like one would do a lover. Both his bag and Shinya's were slung over his shoulders, but he gave the drummer his weapon to carry. As much as he wanted to just leave it there, he knew that if they encountered another player of the game, they probably wouldn't be so kind as to let them past.

"I was so worried, you know," slowly, his voice began to sink a little deeper, and his heartbeat was a little slower. He was calming, but not completely. His arms held Shinya such security as he carried him, ignoring any discomfort he might of suffered because the slender drummer in his arms was far more important "...so worried that I couldn't find you before... you know," he smiled sweetly, feeling his arms strain a little but he wouldn't give up. Not now. "...I have to tell you some things. A lot of things, actually. But I'll let them wait until we're in one of the houses."

So very slowly, they walked. And eventually, when the sky was clear, a perfect azure, Die had picked out one of the houses. A small thing, in the shadows of the others around it, but it seemed homely. And despite it not being the wisest decision to bring Shinya here, he knew that at least it would give them some moments alone.

"You're heavy," he joked as he settled Shinya down, having to resort to kicking the door to open it. The lock wasn't strong, so the door gave way easily, without too much insight to the house being occupied as Die and Shinya walked inside, the older of the two making sure that the curtains were shut and door as firmly closed as it could be. Once he could guarantee at least a little safety, his attention was once again firmly on Shinya and nothing else.

It was probably best to stay downstairs for the time being. He was utterly exhausted now, and after cleaning his cuts just a little with the aid of the kitchen sink and some vodka he'd 'borrowed' from the refrigerator, he walked, socked feet padding cutely on the wooden floor, to Shinya. Die insisted Shinya stay on the couch and not move, just incase he made his strain worse. He'd even provided the drummer with a bottle of water, a can of coke and some cookies by the said couch. At least they wouldn't be short for food, considering Die's own backpack had been filled with junk, like it always was when he travelled. He didn't know just how valuable that would all become, however.

"You not hungry?" he asked as he sat by the couch, legs stretched out in front of him and a hand moving to shyly rest on Shinya's stomach, seeking out the drummer's and gently stroking his fingers. A blush tinted Die's cheeks as he leaned his head on Shinya's side.

"I was terrified that I wouldn't get to see you again..." a soft whisper, and suddenly Die felt utterly overwhelmed by the realisation of it all. Him and Shinya would probably die. These were probably the last days, if not hours, in which he could be close to the drummer. So he choked back a sob and moved up a little, his eyes red and swollen but not quite crying. A hand brushed Shinya's cheek as Die sat on the edge of the couch and bent over lightly, pressing his forehead to Shinya's in a very bold movement.

"...I have to tell you something. Because this might be the last chance we get," he smiled sadly, his tone a mere whisper now. Die's lips trembled a little, and his eyes fluttered sweetly as he made another very bold movement.

"I just need you to know..." words disappeared. And Die gently placed his lips over Shinya's. It wasn't even a kiss, a mere pressing of their lips together, the red heads' eyes still half lidded, his breath trembling over Shinya's lips as he remained in this position, not quite sure what to do next.

((sorry it took me so long to post! I wrote a really good post but my computer ate it - -; so now you get a lame one 8D Gomen nasai .__. ))
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Hyde- Blowing Up His Passion. [H9-I10] [Jun. 23rd, 2005|04:57 pm]
The Jrock Battle Royale Roleplay Game!
Hyde came even closer to the lighthouse, he still didn’t know if anyone was there, but he’d find out soon. He came to the zone the lighthouse was, and he heard a crash! Someone was defiantly in there, and Hyde had a way to get their weapons without killing them! He grabbed his duffel bag, un-zipping it and taking out the three grenades that laid there. He then pulled the safetypin out of them at the same time, and threw them at the base of the lighthouse, it should work, blowing up the lighthouse, and hopefully not killing the people inside.

BOOM! The grenades went off, knocking Hyde a few feet back. There was a gaping hole in the side of the lighthouse, and then…It started to fall over. Hyde jumped out of the way, just dodging the rubble as it fell to the ground with a crash. The people inside might be dead, but then again…they might not be.

Hyde checked through the rubble and found a person, breathing heavily on the ground.
“Help…Me” The person cried as he tried grabbing on to Hyde’s leg.
“Who are you? What’s your name?” Asked Hyde sharply
“I’m called Yura. I’m here by myself. I was so scared.” She wept.
“I’m Hyde, I blew up the lighthouse, to see who was in” He replied
“You? YOU FUCKING BLEW UP THE LIGHTHOUSE AND NEARLY FUCKING KILLED ME?!” She angered as she tried to bite Hyde, but falied.
“Ye, you got a problem bitch, and I’ll fucking blow your brains out!” Hyde laughed as he raised his shotgun pointing it at her head.
“Please…Don’t kill me…I wanna live!” She screamed as Hyde dropped his shotgun on the floor, making a crash.
“OK, I won’t kill you. But fucking give me you weapon!” He said.
“NO! It’s mine!” She whined as she reached into her pocket and wrapped her hand around something.
“Fine, I’ll have to take it from you!” Hyde screamed as he leeped forward and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her from the rubble. He still had hold of her neck, and laid her out on the floor. “GIVE ME IT!” He shouted as he kicked her in the stomach, making her groan. “GIVE ME IT! GIVE ME IT” Hyde then kicked her again, and again…and again…Till she was unconscious. He would’ve messed up her organs and it looked like she had a broken leg, her face was mangled, and she also had loads of cuts and bruises all over her. Hyde then reached into her pocket and pulled out a GLOCK 22 Semi Automatic Pistol, chucked it up in the air, and catched it again, then placing it in his pocket.

Hyde then went back to the place he left his shotgun picked it up and threw it over his shoulder. He then grabbed his duffel bag, and walked off…He needed to find somewhere else now.

((OOC, Yay, the lighthouse has been blown up! Hehe! Hope that post was OK. Tell me if it wasn’t! ^_^ The names been changed to Emiru, hope thats okay now ^^))
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(no subject) [Jun. 23rd, 2005|03:34 pm]
The Jrock Battle Royale Roleplay Game!
Kisaki's nails dug into his kneecaps as he sat shivering in fright. The air seemed still, and every leaf in a tree blowing slightly in the corner of his eye would look like someone standing there with a gun, till he would look sharply around and feel even more patheric.

The sound of smashing wood made him jump even more, and he froze, scared to death that he would have compromised his position.

Eventually, after a small period of silence, he poked his head cautiously around the edge of the car. The doors had been smashed in, but he couldn't see the two figures from there. Kisaki shuddered as a sense of foreboding washed over him. The shattered wood and gaping dark hole drew him closer, beconing him inside, despite the intense fear that was slowly poisoning him.

The sound of voices made Kisaki stop dead. He was halfway towards the door. Silently he prayed that no one would come out and find him there. The voice in the back of his head laughed for a few moments. You dumb ass! You were going in! You're gonna meet them anyway!

But the voices weren't followed by someone coming out. Instead, there was the sound of footsteps as if they were going upstairs. Emiru...

Kisaki felt like fainting. Emiru was up there, and Kisaki needed to do something to save his life, but he was too scared. He wasn't ready! This wasn't fair!

Memories of Emiru flashed before his eyes. Meeting at the pub. Kisaki going to a Lareine concert. Emiru helping Kisaki with some paperwork for his record label. Kisaki buying Emiru a new bass. Emiru's last birthday party. That time they had sat next to a lake together.

Raising his head, Kisaki gripped the flail tightly, and ran full speed through the door, the determination set on his face like concrete. The arcade was dark, and as soon as he entered, the first thing he noticed was the light from a flashlight at the other end. Someone was still down there... with him...

But Kisaki had once again misjudged the situation more than he imagined. He fell over something on the floor, unseen in the darkness. Immediately, the flashlight was turned on him. There was a high pitched scream, and whoever it was there with Kisaki dropped the flashlight. It made a metalic clang as it hit the floor. There was the sound of shashing glass, and everything went black.
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