The Voice of a Prophet

THE VOICE OF A PROPHET

Chapter Four

GARDEN



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It was a fairly warm day in Kyoto, Japan. A slight breeze filtered the air, the sun beaming down upon the group of people who had suffered through the long bus ride. We had traveled to this prefecture, as normally we were located in Tokyo. Kyoto was my favorite place in all of Japan - thus my 'name'. Kyo wasn't my natural born name, I really was Niimura Tooru. I really didn't favor being called that though, never have. So with the beauty of Kyoto inspiring me, I had changed my name. It was so pretty, with Sakura tree's almost everywhere, koi ponds, Geisha districts, flower gardens. I was glad to be back - and it was a perfect place to film our first music video.

We were all gathered currently outside of a large temple, a graveyard behind it. We had spent the past hour or so on the bus dong our hair and makeup, and I only hoped it wouldn't fall down and ruin in the heat. The breeze made it standable though, despite being in our heavy costumes. I kicked my heel across the ground as I listened to our photographer telling us what he had planned for the day, chewing on the inside of my lip absentmindedly. Kaoru's photo shoot was first. I followed not too far behind the photographers as they led the elder past the temple and into the graveyard, placing him before this huge, beautiful cross with steps leading up to it. I stayed behind of course as these were single shots, but that didn't mean I couldn't admire him from afar.

And admiring I was. His long, silken locks were a dark purple color, very fitting for him I thought as it swayed softly from side to side with every motion. They were spiked out slightly on one side, opposite from the decorative berries he had mixed up in his hair. Long strands of colorful glass beads fell side by side his lengths, streaks of stark white extensions adding nice contrast. It looked heavy, but I suppose he was used to having long hair. As he struck another simple, yet extravagant pose, I felt a smile curling my tiers. I got lost in the detail of his long black gown. The way he barely graced his soft, painted lips with his gentle fingers, the mesmerizing way his dark orbs captured the camera. I might have been jealous of his perfection, but the only thing that I envied was the fact that he was not mine.

Once my leader returned I missed completely the joke he had cracked to the others, too indulged in my own thoughts. I just heard everyone else's laughter. I flashed a quick smile though, to act as though I had picked up on whatever was said. When I felt someone's finger's tapping gently on my shoulder to pull my attention away I turned quickly in surprise, and immediately the cameraman apologized for startling me. Usually they didn't touch me, they only called my name. Apparently I wasn't paying attention to the soft mutters of 'Kyo-san' though. I was next.

Following the crew off and away from the others, we stopped once inside the interior of the temple. After I had been explained what to do I offered a tiny nod of my head and moved. Pushing my back against the white wall I leaned my entire weight against it, as to look helpless. I lifted one of my hands and splayed it against the brick too, my long acrylic nails catching a perfect glimmer of light against their painted ebony. Lowering my dark gaze to the floor I heard the shutter click a few times, the flash catching my image. I wiggled my toes idly in the thigh high, black vinyl boots I was wearing, disappearing underneath my long white coat. I always got so nervous during photo shoots - I knew everyone would be seeing these pictures of me. It wasn't so bad in the group shots, just the single ones that really got me worked up. As one of the men stepped near me I lifted my hues briefly out of instinct, but when my lined eyes were met with a camera zooming for a close-up, I immediately looked away. Snap. I suppose the fact that I almost never looked at the camera directly seemed to give me an even shyer demeanor. Feeling soft fingers grazing my pale face then I blinked a few times as they gently tipped my head in one direction for the next shot. I pursed my painted lips into a slight pout, closing my eyes briefly as I felt those hands brushing my dark hair out of my face, tugging and setting the feathers in my hair into the perfect position. I allowed for them to move me, to place me. I nodded once again to their directions, allowing for my tongue to slip out for a quick moment to wet my lips. And again, several flashes of a camera.

After my photo shoot was finished, it was Toshiya's turn. I was led back out to the rest of my band members, noting that they had apparently gotten lazy and seated themselves down on a blanket that had been laid out for them. It reminded me of a picnic or something, only without the food. Carrying myself closer I slowly dropped to my knees in an open spot, rearranging my attire so that it didn't get ruined and I wouldn't have to spend another half an hour or so fixing it up again.

"Uwaah, welcome back, Kyo."

I smiled gently to my leader, looking bashfully to the ground beneath me. Die was complaining about how he didn't look as 'pretty' as the rest of us, and Kaoru seemed to enjoy teasing him for it. Shinya waited patiently for his turn, while I busied myself with brushing my fingers through the soft feathers lining the collar of my jacket. Eventually Toshiya returned, tickling his dark lips with a white feather and fluttering his eyes, as if he was taunting us. I grinned as I saw Kaoru's hand reach out and snag that feather, the bassist whining as he dropped to a seat as well. Kaoru then brought it to his own lips, and resting it in his open palm, he blew. That single feather hovered into my direction, drifting before me. I watched it float back and forth for a moment before lifting my own hand to catch it gently, and as I looked up I saw Kaoru's grinning face watching me, waiting to see what I would do next with our new 'toy'. My eyes darted from him to Toshiya, who was also watching me with that crooked grin of his, and with my own broad smile, I decided to be playful as well. Without another thought I shoved that feather deep into my jacket, brushing it down my chest. Looking back up at my leader, I couldn't help but laugh, as the look on his face was aghast.

"Kyo! I demand you strip right now and return that feather."

My features bore a huge grin as I shook my head, lifting a hand to cover the spot where that feather was hidden as if that would protect it and keep it there. I felt Shinya shift beside me and leave for his own turn behind the camera now, but I didn't much care at the moment. My eyes were locked on my leader.

"Onegaaai~! Don't make me come over there." I couldn't help but laugh again as Kaoru threatened me, offering another shake of my head. I figured he wouldn't really do much, unless he wanted to sit around through a lecture and have people fix up his hair and makeup once more. I was wrong apparently though, as suddenly the elder had pushed himself up off of his rear end and stumbled over towards me on his knees. My own dark eyes widened as I attempted to scramble backwards, snickering at the image of Kaoru tripping over his long attire as he tried to reach me. Once Kaoru had closed the distance between us I felt myself toppling over, my hands briefly flailing out in a sad attempt to keep my balance. I failed though, and I soon felt Kaoru's own form fall above me with a huff. I squeaked slightly, suddenly feeling his hands running over my chest as he tried to retrieve that feather. Once they had succeeded in finding the opening to my jacket and I now felt his warm hands on my bare skin however, I started squirming, a stream of giggles escaping me once more without permission.

"Iie, iie Kaoru!" I laughed, wriggling beneath the male as he desperately searched out his plaything. I was about to say more until I felt those slender digits brush softly over one of the dark spots on my chest however, and a surprised gasp fell from my parted lips. Before I could take back what had just happened I felt the elder pulling away, withdrawing his hand from my costume. I couldn't help the small frown that suddenly tugged on the corners of my mouth then and I readied myself to apologize.

"Sugoi!"

Looking up at the man now kneeling before me, holding up his hands in front of him in victory, I arched one of my slender brows in confusion. Once I saw what he was holding though, it all made sense. In his palm nestled that little white feather. I snickered and struggled out from underneath him. "Baka~!" I hissed, but the playful tone never left my rich vocals, nor the wide smile. Once I was back on my knees I reached out and swatted his hands, demanding that he stop acting like that feather was a trophy of some sorts. He chuckled and crawled back over to his previous spot with a lazy sigh, just in time to hear the camera crew scolding the both of us for screwing around as Shinya returned, and Die left for his turn now.

I lowered my head apologetically, still smirking. I wasn't genuinely sorry, but if I acted like I was, they would go back to what they were doing. Dropping my hands into my lap I... felt an unnecessary hardness between my legs. My smile faded and was almost instantly replaced by a deep crimson stain on my cheeks. Oh shit. I hadn't even realized what my leader lying above me and touching me was doing to my body. I glanced up cautiously at the other's, who to my relief were busy joking back and forth about that feather. Good, nobody had noticed. Applying slight pressure to my lap as if I could will it back down, I sunk into myself a bit. No need to draw unnecessary attention.



Once everyone had finished with their photo shoots the cameramen returned to us with quick copies of our pictures. We looked them over and picked out which ones we liked best, and after arranging with them ideas for our pamphlet, we had to start recording the music video.

They set up our instruments in the middle of this large, grassy field, with huge trees making for a nice backdrop. Of course there were no amps and nothing was plugged in though, for the same reason why I had no microphone. We were just filming the video, not really performing. We would all be faking it, save for Shinya. One couldn't really fake the drums. Once the cameras were all ready and set to go, the crew counted down. We were standing like we usually did on stage, with me in the middle. Shinya was behind me of course, Kaoru to my right and Die to my left, Toshiya between Shinya and Kaoru. As we heard the beginnings of our pre-recorded song, the camera lights brightening the area, we began.

It was awkward - to me anyway - to be faking everything. I seemed to look ridiculous, but in the end when everything was put together it wasn't so bad. I swayed to the music, mouthing my own lyrics, making hand gestures and the like. Every now and then when it would break off into solo's I would turn, keeping my eyes on Kaoru as he tossed his hair about, getting completely into this music he wasn't really playing.

After filming a run through of the entire song with us performing it like we would on stage, they broke us off individually to film sections of the video alone. Sometimes they were just shots of us in general, or sometimes it was us 'playing' solo. I had to fake sing once again inside the temple. It was a lot of repetitive work, and by the end of the day as the sun was setting we were all exhausted and just wanted to go home and get away from everybody else. We were done. Now it was up to the tech crew to put everything together, and on another day we would look over the roughs of the video, point out anything we wanted changed, and after all the work, our video Garden would be released.



The bus ride back to Tokyo was long and quiet. I had seated myself in the back, stripping off parts of my costume and taking down my hair, forcing a brush through the heavily sprayed locks. My eyelids felt heavy, I knew I would likely just crash when I got back to my apartment. After having fought all of the tangles from my hair I reached for a cloth, and began removing the heavy makeup from my features. As I was scrubbing the lipstick from my tiers I lifted my gaze, and caught the back of my leader's head as he attempted to brush out his own hair. Again, I felt the heat in my cheeks rise. I couldn't believe that I had gotten actually physically excited because of him earlier. I mean, I knew I liked him a lot more than I probably should, and yes, I wished a great many things would happen between us. But... to actually have my body react in such a way to him was... different. I blamed the fact that he was lying so close above me, straddling my slender body with his long legs. The fact that his warm, talented hands were touching my bare skin, brushing over the sensitive spots on my chest.

I took a slow breath of air then, bringing me back to reality as I finished removing my makeup. Goddamn, I was hot again. I felt a tiny need throb just barely between my legs once more, and I crossed them one over the other in an attempt to keep it calm. Just a little longer before I was safely behind locked doors. Then I could relieve myself.



After saying goodbye to everyone and hauling all of my stuff back to my apartment, I dropped everything to the floor once inside and leaned up against my door with a needy huff. Allowing for my eyes to shut briefly I relaxed, glad to be home. I couldn't get his image out of my head though. Couldn't forget the soft touch I had been graced with earlier. Cracking open my dark hues I turned to lock my door, kicking off my shoes and moving down the hallway to my bedroom. I was too lazy to put my things away right now. As I moved I slowly peeled the jacket from my torso, tossing it aside into my closet and letting the cool air conditioning hit my bare chest. Dropping my fingers to the waistband of my pants then I unfastened them, sliding them down over my shapely hips. As I stepped out of my attire, I simply stood beside my bed, loosing myself in my mind again. After a while I finally lowered my naked form onto my soft mattress tiredly, sinking into the plush of my midnight blue comforter and allowing it to engulf my curves. I was too exhausted to change into my rightful pajama pants. Not like it mattered though, I lived alone. No one would see my bare ass but me. Shifting my dark eyes briefly to the clock beside my bed, I caught what time it was.

10:57 P.

I allowed for my sharp eyes to fall shut once more, letting a soft sigh escape my tiers. Absentmindedly I dropped my hand between my legs, cupping myself gently. As I replayed all of the events of today, my slender fingers just barely tickling over my balls, I couldn’t help the tiny smile perking the corners of my mouth. I thought about that perfect, knowing smirk, the depth behind those dark eyes. My hand shifted slightly to drag my short nails over the vein running through the bottom of my length slowly, over and over. His long, soft hair falling just right to frame those features, the way his face was chiseled out in excellence. My lips fell open slightly as a soft pant left me, moving to lightly grip the entirety of my manhood in my palm and offering a slow, full stroke. Those talented fingers of his playing at his guitar... playing at me. I imagined his hand sliding down the neck of his Ganesa, in turn sliding down my thick shaft. A quiet moan spilled from my lips as I continued to touch myself, returning my hand and making a slight rhythm, up and down. His skilled, warm hands gripping all of me, in my most intimate of places. My breathing hastened slightly as I picked up the pace, very openingly jerking myself off. It's not like I haven't masturbated before, but this overwhelming urge to just imagine him while beating my erect sex... I arched slightly into my hand, the other gripping tightly at the blankets beneath me as I panted heavily. Squirming slightly against my bed I shed another soft moan, longer this time, while I imagined his silky lips against my placid skin. Oh how I wanted it. I wanted him, touching me like this. Tipping my head back into the pillows I felt a shudder coarse through my entire body, and with a few quick jerks of my hips and a groan, I came into my own hand. I relaxed back into my mattress with an expelled sigh, cracking open my dark hues once more to peer at the sticky white mess between my legs and coating my hand. Wiping up the excess spill from the head of my length I brought my hand closer to my face for inspection.

I had just orgasmed over thoughts of him. My hand quivered slightly as I glared at the seed running down my palm. What the hell was wrong with me? Pursing my lips I frowned, clenching my messy fist and opening it again. I was... sick. I may as well have been moaning out his name into the vast nothingness of my room while I fucked off to my own god-damned hand. Turning away I focused on nothing in particular as a soft whimper left me. Disgusted by the fact that I was turned on by mere thoughts of the leader of my band handling me. I was an idiot. A pathetic looser so desperate for attention that I wanted it from the male guitarist of my own fucking band.

I slammed my fist down onto the mattress out of irritation. When I felt a light sob beg to escape me I pushed myself rather quickly off of my bed and headed for the bathroom, turning on the warm water and running my hands underneath it to clean off my mess. I glared at the liquid as it ran down the sink. Glared at my dirty hands. Nudging the faucet off again I shook the remaining water from me, before shooting that glare now at the reflection looking back at me in the mirror.

"... You're a fucking disgusting idiot."



Lowering myself to sleep finally that night, I cried into my pillow. I told myself it was wrong, and it would never happen again. It should have never happened to begin with - him and me could never happen period.



I needed to find someone else for my affections.



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Well, there you hvae it. A sexy steamy chapter of Kyo jerking off to the darkness of his own apaato in private. xD And it gets better, trust me. >]

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