Paint You My Soul ~ 5/?? ~ [Aoi & Uruha]
Title: Paint You My Soul
Author: ravennightmare6
Chapter: 5/??
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Horror (ish)
Rating(Overall): NC-17
Pairing/s: Aoi & Uruha
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
Present Day
The move to Tokyo had been good for me. I could occasionally go out during the early morning hours of the day or late afternoon if it was overcast during winter, because there is no direct sunlight and I couldn’t burn. It wasn’t so much like that in Kanagawa.
As for where I lived, I chose a small apartment that was not near a lot of people. There were only about three other occupied apartments in my building which mean we were fairly spaced out. Even after living there for eighteen years I was yet to really come into contact with any of my neighbours, past and present, but one of them I could smell a lot of the time, it was honestly revolting. There were also the ones below me, a couple and all they do is fight and yell. They woke me up at all hours of the day.
But what did really suck was, when I moved, I had to buy a new coffin. I missed my old coffin, but I settled in fairly well to my new one. Though, the old one had been one I made myself, so it held more sentimental value for me. But it was necessary to leave it behind. I’d also had to buy all new furniture. But after being alive for two hundred years I had saved up a lot of money, never having to buy food and paying a very small electricity bill also helped greatly. So money was never a problem for me.
That year was also my two hundredth year as a vampire. I planned on celebrating by myself, seeing as I didn’t know any other vampires to celebrate with. I’d probably just catch a few more humans than I usually did. Maybe indulge myself a little and find one that I wouldn’t normally pick. Someone from a more wealthy family, someone who mattered and would be on TV when they died. That would be entertaining for me.
The news crews in Tokyo have been all over my victims since I got there. They’d finally found something interesting to report about, seeing as the crime rate in the city is one of the lowest in the world. It was pretty funny actually. Some ‘crazy’ people concocted the suspicion that there was a vampire loose in the city, but they were only brushed aside because, apparently, ‘vampires don’t exist’. If only they knew.
My apartment was set up basically the same as my old one in Kanagawa. I’d got the lounge room with a simple TV, a kitchen that I never used, a bathroom and my bedroom with its plain white bed frame with a white mattress and a white sheet, with my black coffin hidden safely underneath it.
I was absolutely content. I was in a different town, away from distractions, I had a nice apartment and a full, fresh supply of blood. Life was fantastic.
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I woke up in the late afternoon and, after doing my normal nightly routine of changing and putting on minimal make up, I walked out into the fresh evening air. I’d had a lot of time to get used to Tokyo. Eighteen years to be exact. I knew every ally, every abandoned building and almost everything about the city. I was always very observant in new places. For instance, I knew that a man called Blake visited the local bar every Tuesday and Friday night from six until two, he had been for the past six years. I’d run into him a few times, he really wasn’t worth drinking. He was revolting, really. But he liked to sit outside my apartment block sometimes and sing drunken tunes to himself. Idiot.
But on that particular night I was on my way to one of the many concert venues in the trendy part of the city; Shibuya. I had heard that there was some really great band playing there and I’d already said that I loved concerts. I was hoping to snag a few unsuspecting victims, after all it would be the perfect place.
When I arrived that night I snuck in through the back of the building by leaping up to one of the high windows and slipping in. That was how I usually got into places that I shouldn’t be in. No human could do it, so no human would expect it. It was a flawless method. Well, flawless so far at least, seeing as I hadn’t been caught.
The room I had slipped into was dark and when I opened the door to check if the coast was clear I had to shut it quickly because there were two men dressed in fairly elaborate clothes that walked past me. But I was careless and accidently shut it too loud and the men noticed.
“Who’s there?” One of them called as they both turned around to face the door. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing them to go away. I was totally silent, if they realised there was nothing in there, they’d move on.
It didn’t work because suddenly the door opened and, since I’d been leaning on it, I toppled to the ground at the feet of the two men. I looked up at them. “What were you doing in there?” The taller one asked. He looked around my height, maybe just a little taller and had shaggy blond hair. He was also wearing some kind of stupid material over his nose. What?
“Well?” Asked the much shorter one, who had wavy chestnut coloured length hair that fell to brush his shoulders. I felt his eyes, covered by bluey grey contact lenses piercing into me. Both of the men looked like they walked straight out of a visual kei store in the heart of Shibuya. I guessed it was rather fitting.
“I...” I thought quickly. “I work here. I was just checking the, ah, the room.” I silently cursed at myself for being as careless as I was when I was sneaking in. This wasn’t part of the plan, the humans weren’t meant to know that I was here. It was strange that even after two hundred years I still made the most careless of mistakes. What must my Sire think?
The two men looked at me as if they didn’t believe a single word I had fed to them, which was probably fair enough because what I’d told them was absolute bullshit. Even at two hundred years old I stumbled with my words. I soon regained my confidence and stood up off the cold ground. I brushed myself off and looked back at the men. “Well, what are you two doing back here?” I asked with an accusing tone to my voice.
“Uh,” the taller blond said as he glanced at the shorter one. The look on their faces made it clear that he didn’t understand why I’d even asked that question. “We’re in the band. I thought all of the staff here knew that...”
“Yeah,” said the midget one as he narrowed his eyes, crossing his skinny little arms over his chest. Oh, how easy it would be for me to lash out and snap those twigs. “You don’t look like any of the staff that we’ve seen tonight.”
I scowled at both of them, I really wished they knew how easy it would be for me to kill both of them before they even knew what was happening. “Are you accusing me of lying?”
“Yeah, I am,” said midget. He was a cocky one. Well, I made a silent promise to both him and myself that I’d teach him a lesson after their show.
I glared at him and his friend, speaking in a low voice, “Don’t accuse me.”
The two men exchanged glances, obviously not feeling overly threatened by my just yet. In fact, they kind of looked like they were about to start laughing. Bastards. “And why shouldn’t I?” Asked the midget-man.
“I don’t need to answer your questions,” I spat, turning on my heel to walk back down the hallway. “Stupid humans,” I cursed under my breath as I could hear them snickering and talking about me. I would have killed both of them, but there were security cameras and, even though I wouldn’t show up in them, two humans suddenly dropping dead in a huge puddle of blood would look suspicious.
As I walked away from them I heard one mumble to the other, “What was that about?”
The other answered, “Dude, I’ve got no idea.” They both scoffed as they walked in the opposite direction to me.
As I walked I thought of how I could kill that midget. I could do it slowly, painfully because that was always fun. Screams were possibly one of the most satisfying sounds in the world; not to sound morbid or anything. Or I could snap his neck. It would be quick and, that way, I wouldn’t have to listen to him complain - screams were good, complaints were not - or have to answer any of his pointless, time wasting, questions. I liked the sound of suffering, so I would probably go with slow and painful.
Did I ever mention how much I hated humans?
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A/N: I knowwww....That took ages. And I'm really sorry >.< I've been SUPER busy with college and also working. I've been working a lot to save up enough for my trip to America in 2 months. Still need to get enough spending money >.< And there's also been some other crap going on in my stupid brain that has prevented from doing anything productive. But, I'm alive and I'm here with another chapter. I know it's taking a while for this story to really get going, but things start to pick up in the next chapter. I promise ^_^ And if you haven't listened to the song this fic was based off already please do~ It's such a cool song and HIM are amazing and I saw them live last year and unf x3 So yeah, do that. I promise I'll start trying to work on another chater of Loneliness because that's not far off being done. And yeah, I'll do my best ^_^ Love you guys <3 <3