Paint You My Soul ~ 4/?? ~ [??/??]
Title: Paint You My Soul
Author: ravennightmare6
Chapter: 4/??
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Horror (ish)
Rating(Overall): NC-17
Pairing/s: ??/??
Synopsis: Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed. And lead you along this path in the dark. Where I belong 'till I feel your warmth.
Warnings: Profanity, Violence
Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it may be, I do not own The GazettE. I only own the mediocre plot.
Comments: This fic is one of my old ideas that I’m reworking to suit the Gaze-fic fandom~ Also, the entire fic is loosely based off the song Vampire Heart by HIM. More at the bottom, darlings <3
Previous Chapter
There was no fear in his voice. It was so clear and unwavering and I didn’t understand at all. Slowly but surely, he continued to move closer to me, even though I he was losing a lot of blood and I wouldn’t be surprised if he passed out sooner or later.
“I’m still not afraid,” he said with a shake of his head, seeming to treat me as if I was some kind of timid animal which was really quite annoying. I wasn’t some skittish beast in a zoo! “I promise I won’t tell anyone about you.”
“Good,” I said, low and warning.
“What’s your name?” he asked, still getting closer until he was standing right in front of me, curious eyes boring into my own more wary ones.
I glared at him. He was already a little taller than me and I knew he also had more growing to do; he was certainly taller than the average Japanese man. He flipped his shaggy black hair out of his hazel eyes as he stared into my red, slightly glowing, ones. How wasn’t he afraid of me? Every other human seemed to be. I wondered briefly if maybe this kid was sick, suicidal or something like that. At least then his calm nature would make sense.
“That information does not concern you, boy,” I snapped, wishing I could move back and away from him. But, even though a lot of my abilities were enhanced, I still couldn’t walk through walls or anything. True, I could quite easily just leap over him, dart around him, snap his neck and just walk away. But something held me in place and that just added to my obvious irritation.
“My name’s Kouyou.”
I hesitated, narrowing my eyes at him before I gave in. What would be so bad about him knowing my name? It didn’t mean anything anymore. There was no record that I ever existed. So if this boy, Kouyou, decided that he would tell the authorities about me he would more than likely be dismissed. “Yuu,” I stated, plainly.
“That’s a lovely name. Very old fashioned. How long have you been alive?” He was getting a little too close for comfort as his big curious eyes examined me; so much so that it was starting to make me feel a little exposed and squeamish. I’d never liked people staring.
“I’m done with your questions, kid,” I hissed. I stepped to the side and began to walk away from him, quickening my steps to get away.
“Wait!” He called out to me, voice echoing down the abandoned alley, bouncing off cold brick walls.
I stopped.
“You’re a vampire, right?” He asked even though he’d already stated that I was.
I turned to face him, pinning him with a suspicious gaze. “What are you getting at?”
“Are you?” He took a step closer to me once again. Seriously, didn’t he understand that I didn’t want him anywhere near me? This kid was so thick headed.
I took a deep, frustrated breath and let it out through my teeth, closing my eyes for a second and opening them again. My fangs had returned to my gums and my eyes had turned brown again. “Yes.”
“Then why aren’t you killing me right now?” He called as I just rolled my eyes and started to walk away again. I really saw no point in sticking around anymore. I’d already broken more of my own rules than I really wanted to and that, in itself, was irritating me.
“Tell anyone about me and you’d better hope I don’t find you again,” I called back over my shoulder. There was no way I’d tell him why I didn’t kill him.
Not too long after leaving the alley I walked into my apartment, slamming the door angrily behind me and this time I wasn’t even trying to annoy the neighbours. I yelled out in frustration and threw a chair across the room. I was making a lot of noise, but no one seemed to be noticing. Very few people lived in my apartment block, and most of the apartments were empty. That’s why I chose this place, because it was less populated.
My eyes turned red, my fangs elongated and my fingernails grew pointed and sharp. That was something tended to happen when I was angry. Storming over to the wall, I growled and ripped my nails down the hideous wallpaper, shredding it to pieces in a mere matter of seconds. I yelled again and punched a hole in the wall. I ripped my couch to pieces and broke my desk in half. None of my trusty furniture had done anything wrong, it just happened to cop the brunt of my frustration.
When I finally calmed down I stood in the middle of my trashed apartment breathing heavily and still slightly seething. Taking a glance around the room I took in the poor sight of my torn, flipped couch, the broken coffee table, the shredded wallpaper and the numerous holes in the walls. I guess it could be said that I had a bad temper.
I sighed, running a hand through my frazzled hair, closing my eyes and took a deep breath. My fangs went back to normal, along with my eyes and fingernails. I knew I’d regret trashing my apartment at a later date but at that moment in time I was too angry to really care.
My nocturnal events had taken a lot out of me, and since I hadn’t had a proper meal I was weaker than usual. The sun wouldn’t rise for another three or four hours, but I was incredibly tired. Even so I didn’t want to go to sleep yet, otherwise I’d wake up too early and the sun would still be up. So I busied myself.
Towards the end of the hallway outside of my apartment door there was the ladder that head up to the rooftop. It happened to be one of my favourite things about the apartment as I often used it to escape. Plus, fresh night air was always good no matter the season or the weather. I made my way up said ladder and stepped out onto the roof. The night air was cool against my pale skin and I breathed in a lung full of fresh air; exhaling it again I took a seat on the edge of the building so that my feet hung over the edge.
For a little while I just sat and thought. It was a complicated thing, the mind of a vampire. So many memories, almost like it’s a montage of many different people’s lives except for the fact that they were all mine. It would appear that I’d been many people throughout my life, some of which I was not proud to admit. The almost sad thing was that I could not remember my life as a human, or very little of it anyway. I didn’t remember my family, my friends, my home. Nothing. Sometimes I got glimpses in my dreams, but that was all.
Could I say that I enjoyed being a vampire? Yes and no. It was nice in some ways, I could do as I pleased, go where I liked, be whoever I wanted to be and never have to worry about a thing. But in other way I had a lot of restrictions. Diet was one, obviously. When I could and could not go outside. Relations with anyone were out of the questions. It was lonely sometimes but I was used to it; the loneliness had ceased to matter to me a long time ago.
Slowly, after a while of reflection, my mind drifted back to the boy at the club. He seemed a mystery. He’d been so utterly terrified to begin with, ready to run and scream just like all the other humans I’d ever encountered. But then he’d just switched so quickly it almost gave me whiplash. And suddenly he wasn’t afraid of me anymore. It had almost seemed as though he’d wanted to befriend which just made me think that he had to be crazy. Who in their right mind would want to befriend a vampire knowingly?! I frowned and shook my head, he had to be nuts. Not only that, but he just refused to leave my mind. I had the urge to chase after him, find him again. I wanted to breathe his scent again, taste his blood, feel his strange presence. And now I felt like the crazy one!
“What am I doing?” I growled to myself, running my hand through my hair and tugging on it a little as if to try and tug the thought of the boy out of my head. A few minutes passed and I stood up slowly, looking to the horizon to determine that it was going to be an early sun rise.
Once back in my apartment I slammed the door behind me once more, still highly agitated about my evening’s events and I was not in the mood to stay up into the daylight hours which was something I did when I felt like it; which was quite often. Sometimes I would sit on my couch with the thick black curtains drawn and a book in my hand, but this morning was different. I just wanted to lie in my coffin and sleep the day away to rise in the evening, feeling like the vampire I always was; ready to find a meal that wouldn’t talk back.
But as I lay in my coffin, the silk sheet pulled haphazardly over my body, I soon made up my mind. I wouldn’t just continue to live in the same city as this boy. I couldn’t. He was too distracting, even though I had only met him once. The next evening when I woke up I quickly packed a bag with all of my clothes and money I had saved, hitting the road and leaving no trace of myself behind but an apartment building engulfed in flames. And that was the day I left Kanagawa for the big shining city known as Tokyo.
Next Chapter
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A/N: Woohoo!! So now you all know who they are ^^ I really hope the wait was worth it. I know a lot of you were hoping that the vampire was Reita >.< I really hope I haven't disappointed too many people. Strangely enough, only one person guessed Aoi and that was a comment on the first chapter. Either I'm really good at hiding the truth or my skills are kinda shitty >.< Anyway! I apologize to those who were hoping for Reituki. But I thought I'd try my hand at Aoiha, just coz it's a pairing I've only written once for a oneshot. And, to me, Aoi suits the role of a dark broody vampire so well xD Well done to those who guessed Uruha as the boy though~ At least I did him well ^^
Also~ Some updates from me. I've fully booked my flights to America for this July. And I've now booked mine and my friend's accomodation in New York! It's all feeling so official and real and I'm so freakin exited!! I can't wait to fly over there and meet her and see another country. Ready yourselves for photos >:)
Anyway, I apologize for not always getting back to comments. I DO read ALL of them. But sometimes I just am too busy to reply at that time and then forget or I, unfortunately, can't be bother. Which is terrible of me and I'm so so so sorry >.< I promise I will try to reply to everyone who comments from now on because I really really appreciate you guys.
Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3 <3
Author: ravennightmare6
Chapter: 4/??
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Horror (ish)
Rating(Overall): NC-17
Pairing/s: ??/??
Synopsis: Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed. And lead you along this path in the dark. Where I belong 'till I feel your warmth.
Warnings: Profanity, Violence
Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it may be, I do not own The GazettE. I only own the mediocre plot.
Comments: This fic is one of my old ideas that I’m reworking to suit the Gaze-fic fandom~ Also, the entire fic is loosely based off the song Vampire Heart by HIM. More at the bottom, darlings <3
Previous Chapter
There was no fear in his voice. It was so clear and unwavering and I didn’t understand at all. Slowly but surely, he continued to move closer to me, even though I he was losing a lot of blood and I wouldn’t be surprised if he passed out sooner or later.
“I’m still not afraid,” he said with a shake of his head, seeming to treat me as if I was some kind of timid animal which was really quite annoying. I wasn’t some skittish beast in a zoo! “I promise I won’t tell anyone about you.”
“Good,” I said, low and warning.
“What’s your name?” he asked, still getting closer until he was standing right in front of me, curious eyes boring into my own more wary ones.
I glared at him. He was already a little taller than me and I knew he also had more growing to do; he was certainly taller than the average Japanese man. He flipped his shaggy black hair out of his hazel eyes as he stared into my red, slightly glowing, ones. How wasn’t he afraid of me? Every other human seemed to be. I wondered briefly if maybe this kid was sick, suicidal or something like that. At least then his calm nature would make sense.
“That information does not concern you, boy,” I snapped, wishing I could move back and away from him. But, even though a lot of my abilities were enhanced, I still couldn’t walk through walls or anything. True, I could quite easily just leap over him, dart around him, snap his neck and just walk away. But something held me in place and that just added to my obvious irritation.
“My name’s Kouyou.”
I hesitated, narrowing my eyes at him before I gave in. What would be so bad about him knowing my name? It didn’t mean anything anymore. There was no record that I ever existed. So if this boy, Kouyou, decided that he would tell the authorities about me he would more than likely be dismissed. “Yuu,” I stated, plainly.
“That’s a lovely name. Very old fashioned. How long have you been alive?” He was getting a little too close for comfort as his big curious eyes examined me; so much so that it was starting to make me feel a little exposed and squeamish. I’d never liked people staring.
“I’m done with your questions, kid,” I hissed. I stepped to the side and began to walk away from him, quickening my steps to get away.
“Wait!” He called out to me, voice echoing down the abandoned alley, bouncing off cold brick walls.
I stopped.
“You’re a vampire, right?” He asked even though he’d already stated that I was.
I turned to face him, pinning him with a suspicious gaze. “What are you getting at?”
“Are you?” He took a step closer to me once again. Seriously, didn’t he understand that I didn’t want him anywhere near me? This kid was so thick headed.
I took a deep, frustrated breath and let it out through my teeth, closing my eyes for a second and opening them again. My fangs had returned to my gums and my eyes had turned brown again. “Yes.”
“Then why aren’t you killing me right now?” He called as I just rolled my eyes and started to walk away again. I really saw no point in sticking around anymore. I’d already broken more of my own rules than I really wanted to and that, in itself, was irritating me.
“Tell anyone about me and you’d better hope I don’t find you again,” I called back over my shoulder. There was no way I’d tell him why I didn’t kill him.
Not too long after leaving the alley I walked into my apartment, slamming the door angrily behind me and this time I wasn’t even trying to annoy the neighbours. I yelled out in frustration and threw a chair across the room. I was making a lot of noise, but no one seemed to be noticing. Very few people lived in my apartment block, and most of the apartments were empty. That’s why I chose this place, because it was less populated.
My eyes turned red, my fangs elongated and my fingernails grew pointed and sharp. That was something tended to happen when I was angry. Storming over to the wall, I growled and ripped my nails down the hideous wallpaper, shredding it to pieces in a mere matter of seconds. I yelled again and punched a hole in the wall. I ripped my couch to pieces and broke my desk in half. None of my trusty furniture had done anything wrong, it just happened to cop the brunt of my frustration.
When I finally calmed down I stood in the middle of my trashed apartment breathing heavily and still slightly seething. Taking a glance around the room I took in the poor sight of my torn, flipped couch, the broken coffee table, the shredded wallpaper and the numerous holes in the walls. I guess it could be said that I had a bad temper.
I sighed, running a hand through my frazzled hair, closing my eyes and took a deep breath. My fangs went back to normal, along with my eyes and fingernails. I knew I’d regret trashing my apartment at a later date but at that moment in time I was too angry to really care.
My nocturnal events had taken a lot out of me, and since I hadn’t had a proper meal I was weaker than usual. The sun wouldn’t rise for another three or four hours, but I was incredibly tired. Even so I didn’t want to go to sleep yet, otherwise I’d wake up too early and the sun would still be up. So I busied myself.
Towards the end of the hallway outside of my apartment door there was the ladder that head up to the rooftop. It happened to be one of my favourite things about the apartment as I often used it to escape. Plus, fresh night air was always good no matter the season or the weather. I made my way up said ladder and stepped out onto the roof. The night air was cool against my pale skin and I breathed in a lung full of fresh air; exhaling it again I took a seat on the edge of the building so that my feet hung over the edge.
For a little while I just sat and thought. It was a complicated thing, the mind of a vampire. So many memories, almost like it’s a montage of many different people’s lives except for the fact that they were all mine. It would appear that I’d been many people throughout my life, some of which I was not proud to admit. The almost sad thing was that I could not remember my life as a human, or very little of it anyway. I didn’t remember my family, my friends, my home. Nothing. Sometimes I got glimpses in my dreams, but that was all.
Could I say that I enjoyed being a vampire? Yes and no. It was nice in some ways, I could do as I pleased, go where I liked, be whoever I wanted to be and never have to worry about a thing. But in other way I had a lot of restrictions. Diet was one, obviously. When I could and could not go outside. Relations with anyone were out of the questions. It was lonely sometimes but I was used to it; the loneliness had ceased to matter to me a long time ago.
Slowly, after a while of reflection, my mind drifted back to the boy at the club. He seemed a mystery. He’d been so utterly terrified to begin with, ready to run and scream just like all the other humans I’d ever encountered. But then he’d just switched so quickly it almost gave me whiplash. And suddenly he wasn’t afraid of me anymore. It had almost seemed as though he’d wanted to befriend which just made me think that he had to be crazy. Who in their right mind would want to befriend a vampire knowingly?! I frowned and shook my head, he had to be nuts. Not only that, but he just refused to leave my mind. I had the urge to chase after him, find him again. I wanted to breathe his scent again, taste his blood, feel his strange presence. And now I felt like the crazy one!
“What am I doing?” I growled to myself, running my hand through my hair and tugging on it a little as if to try and tug the thought of the boy out of my head. A few minutes passed and I stood up slowly, looking to the horizon to determine that it was going to be an early sun rise.
Once back in my apartment I slammed the door behind me once more, still highly agitated about my evening’s events and I was not in the mood to stay up into the daylight hours which was something I did when I felt like it; which was quite often. Sometimes I would sit on my couch with the thick black curtains drawn and a book in my hand, but this morning was different. I just wanted to lie in my coffin and sleep the day away to rise in the evening, feeling like the vampire I always was; ready to find a meal that wouldn’t talk back.
But as I lay in my coffin, the silk sheet pulled haphazardly over my body, I soon made up my mind. I wouldn’t just continue to live in the same city as this boy. I couldn’t. He was too distracting, even though I had only met him once. The next evening when I woke up I quickly packed a bag with all of my clothes and money I had saved, hitting the road and leaving no trace of myself behind but an apartment building engulfed in flames. And that was the day I left Kanagawa for the big shining city known as Tokyo.
Next Chapter
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A/N: Woohoo!! So now you all know who they are ^^ I really hope the wait was worth it. I know a lot of you were hoping that the vampire was Reita >.< I really hope I haven't disappointed too many people. Strangely enough, only one person guessed Aoi and that was a comment on the first chapter. Either I'm really good at hiding the truth or my skills are kinda shitty >.< Anyway! I apologize to those who were hoping for Reituki. But I thought I'd try my hand at Aoiha, just coz it's a pairing I've only written once for a oneshot. And, to me, Aoi suits the role of a dark broody vampire so well xD Well done to those who guessed Uruha as the boy though~ At least I did him well ^^
Also~ Some updates from me. I've fully booked my flights to America for this July. And I've now booked mine and my friend's accomodation in New York! It's all feeling so official and real and I'm so freakin exited!! I can't wait to fly over there and meet her and see another country. Ready yourselves for photos >:)
Anyway, I apologize for not always getting back to comments. I DO read ALL of them. But sometimes I just am too busy to reply at that time and then forget or I, unfortunately, can't be bother. Which is terrible of me and I'm so so so sorry >.< I promise I will try to reply to everyone who comments from now on because I really really appreciate you guys.
Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3 <3