Slaves of the Agitator

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the band Pierrot.

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I watched in a daze as Kirito grabbed the mic stand roughly. Halfway into Agitator and the look on his face already told me he had something up his sleeve. Something...... The song always seemed to get Kirito excited in the worst ways possible, and I could nearly see the gears turning behind those dark eyes. He slinked his way back and forth across the stage, eyes on the audience. He retook hold of the mic stand and swung one leg around its pole. Ah. I knew what he was going to do. It drove me crazy watching him play out little scenes like this. Our vocalist sank down into a crouching position, still wrapped around the mic stand. He tilted his body back and forth , as the guitarists (that's you Aiji, I recall reminding myself) went into our solo. Soon his tilting advanced into strong gyrating movements against the stand. He threw his head backward and let his body hang off the pole, mouth falling open as he drug his body upwards along the metal rod, out of his previous crouching position, and then back down again. If his eyes hadn't been half closed, I'm sure he would have been looking right at us. Perhaps he really could see us behind him. To this day I don't know. He continued his mock-sex show, swinging his head from side to side, sliding back down the stand, only to rise up again, then shove himself as far forward as he could without toppling over into the screaming audience. He moaned into the microphone whenever he'd reach the top of the stand, sending the crowd into their latest surge of shrieks and yells. A while ago I reed ted that I'd been slowly becoming more and more enthralled with this, over the past few months to be precise. I'd always gotten a bit of a rush from it, but I remember when it had grown into something a bit more intense than a slight sexual fascination. It didn't seem to be limited only to his little stage shows either. At times, I'd find myself getting a kind of high just watching him move around from one place to another. He was so damn elegant about it.....no, I suppose that would really be the wrong word to use. Kirito was elegant, for sure, but the term elegance is usually used to describe something delicate, or submissive even. There was absolutely nothing submissive about Kirito, nor the way he moved. I suppose I'll just have to settle for dubbing it 'sexual' for the time being. He was like a predator.

I remember this moment for two reasons mostly. The first because I think that perhaps this was the moment I knew for certain that I was hooked, addicted, trapped, whatever you want to call it, by our vocalist. The second, is because it was also the first moment that I began to realize, even though I may not have paid it much attention right away, that I was not alone in my want.

Standing there, completely enraptured by the show in front of me, I'm not quite sure what happened. Perhaps it was the one wrong hit that came from Takeo's drums, or maybe I had seen Kohta stumble a little over a stray cord from the corner of my eye, but whatever it was, at that very moment I had somehow managed to take my eyes away from Kirito and direct them behind me, to the rest of Pierrot. What I saw were three sets of eyes, boring holes into the figure at the front of the stage. I swear none of them were so much as blinking. They were completely oblivious to everything around them, somehow playing their instruments only by will of their subconscious, as I had often found myself doing in times of Kirito-induced dazes. But there they were. They had no idea I had caught them staring at Kirito in such an unsuitable manner, and they also had no idea any of the others were doing the same. A bomb could have gone off and no one would have blinked an eyelid, so long as Kirito was still gyrating away against that mic stand.

And then the moment was gone. Gone in a single throaty moan from Kirito. Our leader. My eyes and self were once again rooted to the figure in front of me, and long forgotten were those behind. You must think me quite stupid by now, to forget so quickly the looks on their faces. I'd almost have to agree with you. Why didn't it register? How could I not have realized one thing about the entire band that could have solved all that was to come so easily? Well, it's not so simple I suppose. These were my friends. The same people I had known for some time, and one strange thought wasn't enough to make me doubt our situation. In the end, I doubt anything would have changed even if I had registered their interests. It would have wound up the same way because we all had been bound by something stronger than curiosity. I didn't think anything of it. They were my friends. And we were all his slaves.

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