disclaimers: don't own any of the guys here. if i did, i wouldn't be writing this, ne?

notes: au, deg crossover with malice mizer, la'cryma christi, etc... yaoi, lemon in future parts.

author's rants: this is my very first jrock fic inspired by my obsession for dir en grey ^_^;;. pairing/s are a secret for now... c&c are very much appreciated, no flames though, or i'll have to send xelloss-sama after you -_-;;

ps: this is the "revised" version... in the former, i used original characters but i changed my mind and decided to use jrock people for the major parts... original characters will be popping up now and then, however, for the not-so important parts ^_~

i also wanted to write kami-san in here, but it felt spooky and made me uncomfortable to be including a dead guy <sniff>

Part 1

"Are you sure you're going to be ok? I just need to go out for a couple of hours."
Shinya irritably cast a glance to his roommate, wishing that the older man would leave him alone. As he opened his mouth to speak, a thermometer was shoved into his mouth.
"I hope you're not coming down with a flu. Don't forget to take your medicine and call Kyo if you have a problem," Toshiya continued, oblivious of the death glare that would have bore holes in his head, if only...
He looked up at the white clock hanging from above the door and gasped, turning quickly back to Shinya.
"I'm going to be late! All the nice catch come out around this time. I'd love to stay and play Florence Nightingale, Shin-chan, but I have customers waiting."
Nodding his head rapidly in agreement, Shinya indicated with his hands what his mouth couldn't say: GET LOST, I DON'T NEED YOU HERE.
Pausing in front of the cracked mirror standing beside the closet, Toshiya smoothed down his short vinyl skirt and adjusted his boots, leaning closer to inspect his make-up.
"Do you need anything?" he asked as he opened the door, glancing back to the half-asleep man. He felt guilty leaving Shinya here all by himself knowing that he was sick, but Shinya reassured him that he would be fine and that Kyo volunteered to check up on him once in a while. Besides, he impatiently reasoned that Toshiya needed to go to work. He couldn't be held up because the other caught a nasty cold.
"Alright, I'll leave you then. Feel better, ne?"
Once the door was shut quietly and he was sure Toshiya had left, Shinya viciously pulled out the thermometer from his mouth and stood up to open the windows, letting the late November breeze cool his burning body. When Toshiya noticed his shivering earlier, the man had insisted that the windows be shut and had proceeded to bury Shinya under mounds of thick comforters. Shinya felt a bit sorry for being mean to him, after all Toshiya was just being his caring self, but it was too much sometimes. Propping his chin on the sill, he followed the blue-haired man with his eyes as he walked down the street.
Toshiya really looks like a girl in that get-up. I hope he finds luck tonight, he thought.

Kaoru tugged on his collar uncomfortably, gaze flittering from one man to the other. If he had a knife with him, he was sure he could slice through the space where his boss and their client were staring each other down.
A sudden shift and guns were cocked, sharp metal glinted from one side as it caught light on its surface.
"Higher. I want a higher price for it. We had trouble getting this past customs."
"Twenty, considering that the whole of France is after you."
Kozi narrowed his eyes, studying the grinning face before him.
"I spent more than that to get this for your collection and you are offering twenty? Fuck, Mayu, I'll just find another person who would willingly pay the full price."
"You tie off any lose ends and I'll pay the full price of fifty. No need to be like this, old friend," Mayu smirked, loving the glare Kozi threw him. He smiled winningly and the other didn't have a choice but to reconsider.
"You'll hear from Camui by the end of the week."
Kaoru slowly let out the breath he didn't know he was holding when the door clicked shut in place. Stealing a glace at his employer, he cleared his throat subtly.
Mayu turned his head and grinned at him, before pulling his phone out.

Toshiya leaned against a lamp post, keeping track of any cops that might come his way. Movement from across the street and he straightened immediately when he saw two uniformed men trying to escort one of the older girls towards their squad car.
"This is not my night," he muttered, quickly leaving the scene before any of them could recognize him. He was, after all, a repeat offender, and would probably be locked up longer if they caught him a fourth time.
Picking up his pace when he heard his name being called, he almost broke into a run until a hand roughly clamped down his arm. Shit.
"Takeshi-san," he whimpered.
"Making nightly rounds, Toshiya-san. What might you being doing here?," the other asked, pretending he didn't know.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked Toshiya from head to toe.
"Um, would you believe I was just taking a walk?," he asked.
Takeshi raised his eyebrow higher, his grip not loosening any.
"A walk at three o' clock in the morning? Can't sleep?," he asked again.
"Um..."
"That's what I thought. Come on, Toshiya-san, you'll be joining Kei and the others tonight."
Kei. That name rooted him to the ground fast, refusing to move even though the other was tugging on his arm insistently. "Toshiya-san, don't make this hard for me. Come along," the cop warned.
"No... you don't understand. I---"
"You don't want me to call for backup. It would ruin your reputation," Takeshi said, although inside him, he knew that nothing much could save Toshiya's already sullied reputation.
As if reading his mind, Toshiya looked away, biting his lip, "As if I can still be worried of losing my reputation. People like me don't really have much of that."

He didn't know how long he'd been lying in such an uncomfortable position, his upper body bent forward and his wrists tied together by a rope threaded through the beams running across the ceiling and he was losing feeling on his shoulders and arms. He whimpered slightly and blinked, long eyelashes brushing against the blindfold that hindered his sense of sight. Once or twice he'd fallen unconscious and he'd welcomed the darkness that claimed him, wishing that he won't wake up or if he ever did, to find himself back at home and in his own bed, all this just a nightmare. He'd heard them talking a couple of times, the leader and his right-hand arguing about a certain man called Date, and from what he could piece together, all this deal was not at all favoring his fate.

Shuse winced as he stumbled backwards and landed in an ungraceful heap a few feet from the bar, his mouth opening to yell obscenities at the taller man. He brought a hand up to his lip and narrowed his eyes when it came away bloody. Swaying as he stood up, he motioned for Die to move aside as he proceeded to glare at the one who punched him, determined to wipe off the smug grin he had on that face of his.
"No one, and I say no one, ever hits me and gets away with it. You picked the wrong guy to mess with," he lunged, fingers curling around the neck of a nearby beer bottle.
"You fucker!"
Die turned around and let a small sound escape from his throat when he saw Koji's companion swing a chair at Shuse's direction and he jumped to intercept. They tumbled and fell, with him sitting on the other's stomach.
"Hiro, that could hurt someone," he grinned, bringing his face closer.
He didn't see the fist that came crashing on his face. Anger coursed through him like wildfire burning destructive trails in a rainforest. Leaving common sense behind, he grabbed Hiro's long hair and banged his head hard against the floor, smiling in satisfaction as the other gasped and tried to get himself free. A whistle pierced through the brawl and rough hands hauled him up, the blunt end of a nightstick connecting with his stomach.
"No violence."
Die fought the urge to laugh hysterically at the irony of what the police said. NO FUCKING VIOLENCE. Protesting his arrest, he swore loudly at the officer who handcuffed him, demanding to be released or face the wrath of his father.
"And who's your daddy, little boy? Some diplomat who would kick my ass? Get real and get in there," the officer sneered, shoving him inside the police car none-too-gently.
The ride to the station was uneventful, in Die's standards, and he twisted around in his seat to rub his forehead against the window, hoping that it would ease the headache he was starting to have.

Toshiya looked away as he felt Kei studying him from across the cell. Biting his lip, he rested his head against the cold, rusty bars and let his mind wander off, groaning to himself when he felt Kei sit beside him, one hand resting quite painfully on his shoulder. Shrugging to dislodge the other's grip was futile, and he was forced to face his harrasser, raising one finely-shaped eyebrow in a questioning glance.
"Looking pretty tonight, Toshiya-kun. Where's that sexy little slut that seems to follow you everywhere? Too bad he didn't get caught tonight. The three of us can have some fun... hot sex all night."
He glared slightly, wriggling away when Kei leaned forward to touch his cheek with one callused hand. Trying not to gag when the other exhaled foul breath on his face, he jerked away and tried to stand up, but Kei's heavy hand pinned him in place.

"If you don't get away from me now, I'll scream and they'll hear me."
"So? They won't do anything about it, hun. I might even ask them to watch... get some entertainment and stuff."

Kei wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he let his right hand travel from Toshiya's bare knee and proceeded to caress his inner thigh, tongue flickering out to lick the outer shell of his ear. Toshiya pushed him away with all his might as he stood up and pulled his skirt lower. He visibly paled when Kei growled and stalked over to where he now stood cowering in one corner.