Betrayal not wanted

I do not own Dir en Grey, they belong to themselves, bla bla bla... T_____T
As I wrote before, this is a fanfic based on a hentai I have seen, so, maybe some of you may find the story a bit known... but I thought it would be cool for a Dir en Grey fanfic.
In this first chapter, Dir en Grey still not appear, but they will, eventually, at least one by one they will appear. There will be one member right in the second chapter. Review please, if you think I shall/I shall not go on with this "based on hentai" fanfic.
Enjoy. Thanks. ^__^

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There was a group of three student boys, with 17 years old, in a Japanese school. They were always together and united by a common thing: their fascination for witchcraft and wizardry. They were Nomura Yutaro, light brown hair, the one with a strong personality; Sasagawa Masaki, green hair, the weakest, and Kamijo Keisuke, pale red hair, the kind of leader.
They weren’t part of any club at school, but they always stood there some more time, so they could be together seeing and guessing their and other people’s fortune tell with tarot cards. So, as ever afternoon after classes, there they were in a classroom, only with the sunset light, taking a look at their own fortune:

“Go on, I’m anxious!” – said Yutaro with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Wheel of Fortune.” – announced Keisuke, looking to the card in front of him. – “A great change is upon you… something will change your life completely.”

“Maybe I will find a girlfriend!” – guessed the light brown haired boy.

“Oh, talking about girlfriends, I’m going to ask Reika if she wants to go out with me!” – said Masaki with hope in his voice.

“Come on. It may be not about girlfriends.” – said Keisuke, thinking about other stuff.

The three let out audible laughs and Ryu, a student from the same school, member of the Students Association and the only inconvenient of practicing witchcraft in school, heard them and opened the door… the three stopped laughing and Yutaro murmured:

“Takenaka Ryu… from the students association…”

The pretentious student stood leaning against the door until he decided to walk towards the other students:

“What are you three doing? You shouldn’t be here ‘till so late since you are not members of any club.”

“Takenaka? What are YOU doing here ‘till so late?” – asked Keisuke in the most normal way.

“Hmpf… I don’t have to answer that, Kamijo.” – said Ryu and picked one card from the table, looking at it with despise – “It’s really nice to have hobbies and stuff, but why don’t you do something to improve you?”

“Don’t take witchcraft so lightly!” – said Keisuke, looking away from Ryu.

“And why is that?” – asked Ryu with another tone of despise and carelessness.

“Magic, spells, rituals… witchcraft is part of humanity since ancient times… the powers of darkness can perform miracles and give powers to people themselves… isn’t it fascinating?” – explained Keisuke in a challenging tone.

Ryu didn’t seem interested, but something inside him made him freeze and listen to the rest:

“We’ve been trying to find out the truth of the past, the truth of history through witchcraft and wizardry.” – Keisuke continued, but Ryu didn’t really seem interested – “I’m not lying!...” – Keisuke turned to the other side and took something from his bag – “Here… read this book.”

Ryu looked at the dark blue book, with a strange demon looking creature, holding a light between its hands… on the top of the front cover he could read the golden letters: GRIMORIUM VERM. He couldn’t deny it… he was curious, that’s why it took him so long to answer, but he wasn’t going to give in:

“How ridiculous!” – Ryu said, dropping the card he had been holding on the table, turning around and going away.

Yutaro stuck his tongue out:

“What a bitch that guy is!”

The three students looked to the dropped card… there they could see a figure dressed in ridiculous clothes, standing on a rock, with a stick in one hand and a flower in the other and a dog by its side… on the bottom of the card they could read in bold, dark letters: THE FOOL.