The Shadow Fox

The Shadow Fox
By - Erzulie
Contact - erzuliesdream@yahoo.com
Band - Dir en grey (with guest parts by Mana & Yoshiki, and possibly more later.. who knows?)
Pairing - Kaoru/Kyo (this will take place later o.o)

Rating - R to NC-17 (for both violence AND sex. That's talent, baby.. talent.)

Setting Notes- This is a heavy, heavy A/U set in a place very like Japan, and yet completely different. I've added in both European and Arabic influences here and there, and you will notice that some of the words are original to the culture in which this takes place.

Concept Notes - One of the ideas for this story... Kyo as Yoshiki's "mistress" (::giggles::) Comes from my friend, the splendid author ChibiKaoKao, who was awesome enough to give me the okay on this really huge mutation of said concept. Another idea comes from an ex-friend of mine, who thought it would be cool to see some of the members of Dir en grey as ninja. Well, they are ninja-like here, so I suppose that's close enough to warrant her some credit? Or maybe not. Who knows.... but that right there is some of the birth of the concept.

Disclaimer - I don't own Dir en grey (or Mana or Yoshiki or anyone else famous that may eventually find themselves in this story), don't know them, and they'd probably hate me if they knew me. ::smirks:: This is a work of pure fantasy. No, I've got nothing better to do than to sit around and think of dirty things for two bandmates to do together. I'm aware that the majority of Dir en grey, if not all of them, are heterosexual... but my perverted mind ceases to care about that when it comes to writing. I mean no offense to the band, or to anyone who may read this. I believe strongly in the fact that fanfiction is just that.. fiction, and should be kept on a relatively sane level. But my idea of a sane level might not be everyone's. ::smirks:: This will get really graphic in places. But it will have a plot! I promise on this one, it WILL have a plot. o.o However, if you have a problem reading this, then don't read it.. See the X button at the top of the page? It's there for just that reason!
Now, with all that said and out of the way..
Get'yo happy asses to reading, ne??!!!


Part One
-The Ghosts on the Walls-

The shadow moved swiftly, it's travels through the dimness of the city almost a blur to the mortal eye. Almost. The shadow was being tracked by several others which were similar, and yet completely different. The group watched the smaller darkness bound over the roofs, watched it land on a nearby highwalled brick fence. The solo shadow perched there for a long moment, body movements showing that this one was alert, reaching out with very toned senses to search the area for enemies. The ones watching were better trained though, and they stayed out of the range of the single shadow's sensory area.

"Should we attack him, my lord?" A voice sounded lowly from one of the group. The leader turned his masked face and look towards the one which spoke to him, drawing his attention away from the figure that sat catlike upon the highwall.

"No... the Shadow Fox is alone. We've tracked him long enough to know that." The leader whispered lowly. He turned his attention back to the creeping figure, watching the small but toned body make its way on the fence, most likely trying to find a good place to jump to the roof tops from again. "We'll see what he's about... from the looks of things, he's either tracking as well or knows where he's going. If it's the latter, he's on his way to Mana's." The leader points a black gloved finger towards the vast house beyond the wall the figure squated upon. "Our own prey."

"You're going to let him strike Mana?" One of the other's asked, slightly surprised.

"Why not?" The leader asked. Though the majority of his face was covered in black, it was obvious to his followers that there was a smirk on the thin lips they all knew so well... his voice gave it away. "If he kills Mana, that will be one less thing for me to worry about."

"And if he gets killed?" Another asked, a smirk clear in his voice as well.

"One less thing for Mana to worry about..." The second in command replied. The leader scoffed at the joke, silencing his followers, then he signaled them forward when the solo shadow moved, the lithe male frame all cloaked in black making it's way onto the roofs of Mana's compound. The leader of the group didn't want to loose track of this Shadow Fox. Something in his gut told him not to.

When the group made it to settle across the rooftops, looking down into the courtyard of Mana's compound, they found the small shadow already at work, moving swiftly and silently to kill unknowing gaurds along the wall ledge. He had an ivychain blade, and he struck at their heads, letting the whip like chain wrap around their faces, the blades on each part of the length of chain biting into skin, cutting open mouths and cutting off the tops of heads before the victims could even make a sound. The ones that didn't die immediatly were pulled back into the shadows, where the small man would bring the blade together with one flick of his wrist, then dive the stinging point into their hearts, the poison on the very tip killing off his prey instantly. The solo shadow sat on the side of the wall, using the magick skills of Shadow warriors to keep himself there. He was watching those in the courtyard, trying to find someone it seemed. His eyes locked on, and then he was off the wall, and running swiftly, his weapon out once again. As he moved, he threw the whip and blade tenacle chain out from himself, and he jumps into the air, flying down onto the one his blade stung with a loud war-cry, announcing himself to those gathered there to watch the play being performed for them.

"He's dead." The second in command stated from his position on the roof. He was shaking his black masked head slowly for the one in battle below. Like a swarm of insects, those in the coutyard descended upon the solo warrior, protecting their master.

"No, he's not." The leader stated softly, pointing out to where the bodies of the small man's victims were spraying blood across the courtyard. "He's far to well trained..."

The group continued to watch the action as the solo killer cut through the gaurds and those fanatical enough to worship their master and fight for the man without training. Blood splattered the trees and the walls as those not fighting ran for cover. The actors that had been performing in the courtyard had fled the compound altogether, not stupid enough to hang around and get thrown into a commotion in which they had no cares. As all of this happened, Mana sat motionless in his seat.... He was situated in a regal halftent, cushioned among pillows and beautiful women. His ever expressionless face turned towards the carnage and the Shadow Fox causing it. His people were dying and he did not care. When the women around him moved, he reached out a strong hand and pulled them back down with him.... his human sheilds. And then the solo figure swathed in black moved closer to him, took out several throwing stars, and launched them at the tent's most important occupant. Mana's eyes widened at the direct attack once the stars were lodged securely in the posts behind his head. He turns his face to one and pulls it out of the wood, examining it. The thing was dripping with poison. He smirks, then tosses it behind him. By then, the crowd of his followers had gone silent, staring at what was taking place. The solo shadow stood several feet from the regal tent, his eyes - the only thing visible of him - glittering as they reflected the torch light which lit the courtyard. Mana slowly stood up, the women around him breaking from their points with no punishment this time. He walked towards the invading figure, making a small hand signal when he saw his people get ready to rush this opponent. They saw the signal and stopped in their tracks, staring . . .

"What's going on?" One of those on the roof whispered to his leader. They were lower to the roofs now, some of the men's views were blocked. "Why did everyone stop?"

"Mana wants to dance with the Fox." The leader replied, then he waved a hand back at the men to be silent when a few excited whispers broke out.... his own dark eyes concentrating on the two figures having a stare off below.

Down below, the stare off still stretched on. The lone figure had the sword point lightly to the ground, his eyes studying Mana for the place he wanted to strike. His toned body stood still, tense, his dark eyes narrowed, glittering with hatred as he watched the other man.

"If you're going to attack, small one... attack..." Mana stated finally, growing bored with the other's seeming hesitation to strike. His voice was low, calm, smooth and almost uncaring. "Come..." He holds out his arms wide, tilts his head back just a tiny bit and looks at the other through slitted eyes. "What are you waiting for?"

And on the rooftops, the leader groaned as the solo shadow took the bait. He turned his face away, not wanting to watch the lone warrior's demise. A foolish move for an otherwise excellent warrior... a move that would get the small shadow killed.

The solo figure struck, hard and fast, the chain blade whipping out to catch Mana's arm. He had planned to rip the arm off in a harsh jerk, though it would pull the other towards him close enough for him to leap, retract the sword and sink the blade into his opponent's throat. However, what he didn't plan on was the armor that had been revealed when the sleeve of Mana's beautiful kimono was cut away by the blades on the chain. At the moment, the solo shadow stood with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly with his worry, his fear, beneath the tight black body suit he was wrapped in.... His hands still gripping the handle of his sword as he stared ahead. The blade and the chain were embedded into the armor, and there was no blood. No blood. How strong was the armor that Mana wore? He was about to find out. Mana smirked, then jerked the chain wrapped around his arm, pulling the lone shadow towards himself harshly. The youth came flying, then falling. He landed at Mana's feet, in a loud huff, and then he looked up as his sword was yanked from his hands. He heard the other people in the courtyard rush in, his eyes locked onto the Master of the house, glaring up at him. For a moment, he thought he was to be given to the underlings he'd not killed, to be ripped apart limb from limb for his 'crimes' against this house. But Mana made a gesture that yet again stilled his people's movements. His eyebrow raised, he reached down and pulled the top half of the shadow's mask off, revealing a shock of wild blonde hair that stood up in spikes once it was released from the crushing cover of the hood. Mana smirks again, then reaches down and pulls off the bottom half of the mask, revealing his attacker's face. The shadow is revealed as a youngman. Full lips, starteling eyes, rounded visage. Androgony, pure wicked androgony. Beautiful. The strength of his features made him masculine, the look in his eyes - burning, soulful eyes that would haunt Mana..had haunted him.. made him seem wild. The youth stared up at the one whose unmasked him, not blinking, just letting his eyes scortch his captor's soul.

"You." Was all Mana could state in a loud growl. It was probably as loud as he ever had gotten, and it echoed around the courtyard. It was also enough to make the leader of the roof warriors look back down, and gasp a breath to see the young Fox still alive... And then the leader saw the youth's face. Those eyes..that face. The beauty of the boy took his breath away. And then Mana's hand was gripping the back of the boy's head by his hair, bringing the youth to his feet, then off of them and into the air. The youth made no sound, but he did struggle until he was shaken harshly by his captor.

The leader of the warriors on the roofs hissed with anger, unknowingly as he watched. His followers cast their eyes to him, then those who could see turned their attention back to the boy being carried by his hair into the regal tent.

A lone woman remained in that tent. Regal and beautifully dressed, she'd sat as silent as Mana.. flinching only when the young man's identity had been revealed. . . and from what everyone on the roof could see... she clearly had some relation to the young attacker. She was the female version of him. And older. Mana threw the boy at her feet, and the youth looked up at her, with tears in his eyes. Mana stared at the woman. "You told me he'd never come here." And with that, Mana took the hilt of the boy's sword into his hand, and knocked the hard handle across the youth's head, affectively knocking him out, but coming no where near killing him. Mana snarled at his Mistress, who was gathering the boy into her arms. "Take him to your rooms. . . I'll deal with him later." He then turns towards the men who had survived. "Search the area.... make sure he was alone."

Seconds later, the rooftops were empty.