～Ｒｅｌｉｃｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｕｓｔ～ Part one
Title: ～Ｒｅｌｉｃｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｕｓｔ～
Bands: Moi dix Mois - Hayato.
Genre: Murder mystery~
Warnings: Hayato...violence?
Rating: You be the judge.
Disclaimer: I do not own the band, represent them, or are associated with them in a personal manner. This is purely fiction and not a biography, news, or report.
Summary: "Hayato felt that something was off, like he was being watched or had been followed. He looked behind him to make sure no one was there and suddenly he realized he was looking into the barrel of a .41 caliber Derringer pistol."
Author's note: I would like to thank my friend Craig for being my editor of sorts~
~Chapter one~
After practice was over for the day, Hayato was walking down crowded streets heading towards his apartment. He noticed there was a beautiful full moon tonight. He smiled at the sky and couldn’t help but think how nice today had been. Practicing with the guys of Moi dix Mois was pretty fun, but it wasn’t until dinner that he had a blast. He chuckled at the thought of K’s jokes and only snapped out of his reverie when he dropped his bag. The lamp post that was shining light on him flickered above a couple of times. Hayato looked up at it as he picked up his bag, shrugging it off.
He kept walking down the crowded streets until he finally reached his apartment. It was a particularly nice place to live, and the lobby was empty as usual. The only thing he found rather odd was that the receptionist’s desk was empty. He would always see someone there in the early hours of the morning such as 3 A.M. Once again, Hayato shrugged off this occurrence and headed for the elevator. He looked down at his watch as he went inside the elevator and saw that it was only 8:55 P.M. Maybe he would play some video games and watch TV before turning in for the night. He chuckled at the idea and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
The elevator doors opened, Hayato stepped inside. He selected his floor, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, he had a sudden flashback to a few years back before he had officially joined Moi dix Mois; those were the years when he was doing live support for the band and had a girlfriend. The elevator doors opened up and he snapped back to reality. Why was he thinking about her right now? Hayato walked out of the elevator and thought about the last time that woman had invaded his mind like she was now. It had been a while since he had had his last semi-sexual encounter with a female. Things with the band had been so busy lately with the touring and upcoming release of their new album, D+SECT, that they didn’t really have time to keep a relationship going or get laid. Okay, so they could get laid if they wanted to, but they were just a bit on the tired side sometimes.
Hayato fumbled with his keys a little; trying to open the door. Once inside he threw his bag on a nearby chair and turned on the lights. He took off his black jacket and headed for his room to put his stuff up. His mind wandered, again, towards that woman of four years ago. Things in their relationship had gotten rocky by the time he started doing support for Moi dix Mois, and he couldn’t remember why now. Oh yeah, he had been kind of mean to her. Hayato scratched the back of his neck while trying to sort out the details. He hung up his jacket and left his bag in his room.
As he walked out to go to the kitchen, he heard a noise in the bathroom. Hayato looked back at it and stared. He dismissed it after a few seconds and kept walking forward. He was pouring himself a glass of water from an old pitcher he’d been given a while ago. Hayato felt that something was off, like he was being watched or had been followed. He looked behind him to make sure no one was there and suddenly he realized he was looking into the barrel of a .41 caliber Derringer pistol. “Oh sh-shit.” Hayato started to shake in fear and seemed to be frozen in place. His assailant was wearing a completely black outfit with a ski mask, so he couldn’t tell who it was, but right now his instinct was to stay alive.
Before he could utter another word a needle was plunged into his left arm. He could feel himself being injected with something, and this was all it took for him to spring into action. Hayato lunged for the gun that was pointed at his face and tried to steal it from his attacker. The assailant grunted and pulled it back roughly. Hayato noticed that the force with which the other person pulled made him lose his grip and balance. He fell to the floor like a ragdoll and could only stare up. “Why?” He whispered. His vision was beginning to get blurry and he soon lost consciousness.
Bands: Moi dix Mois - Hayato.
Genre: Murder mystery~
Warnings: Hayato...violence?
Rating: You be the judge.
Disclaimer: I do not own the band, represent them, or are associated with them in a personal manner. This is purely fiction and not a biography, news, or report.
Summary: "Hayato felt that something was off, like he was being watched or had been followed. He looked behind him to make sure no one was there and suddenly he realized he was looking into the barrel of a .41 caliber Derringer pistol."
Author's note: I would like to thank my friend Craig for being my editor of sorts~
~Chapter one~
After practice was over for the day, Hayato was walking down crowded streets heading towards his apartment. He noticed there was a beautiful full moon tonight. He smiled at the sky and couldn’t help but think how nice today had been. Practicing with the guys of Moi dix Mois was pretty fun, but it wasn’t until dinner that he had a blast. He chuckled at the thought of K’s jokes and only snapped out of his reverie when he dropped his bag. The lamp post that was shining light on him flickered above a couple of times. Hayato looked up at it as he picked up his bag, shrugging it off.
He kept walking down the crowded streets until he finally reached his apartment. It was a particularly nice place to live, and the lobby was empty as usual. The only thing he found rather odd was that the receptionist’s desk was empty. He would always see someone there in the early hours of the morning such as 3 A.M. Once again, Hayato shrugged off this occurrence and headed for the elevator. He looked down at his watch as he went inside the elevator and saw that it was only 8:55 P.M. Maybe he would play some video games and watch TV before turning in for the night. He chuckled at the idea and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
The elevator doors opened, Hayato stepped inside. He selected his floor, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, he had a sudden flashback to a few years back before he had officially joined Moi dix Mois; those were the years when he was doing live support for the band and had a girlfriend. The elevator doors opened up and he snapped back to reality. Why was he thinking about her right now? Hayato walked out of the elevator and thought about the last time that woman had invaded his mind like she was now. It had been a while since he had had his last semi-sexual encounter with a female. Things with the band had been so busy lately with the touring and upcoming release of their new album, D+SECT, that they didn’t really have time to keep a relationship going or get laid. Okay, so they could get laid if they wanted to, but they were just a bit on the tired side sometimes.
Hayato fumbled with his keys a little; trying to open the door. Once inside he threw his bag on a nearby chair and turned on the lights. He took off his black jacket and headed for his room to put his stuff up. His mind wandered, again, towards that woman of four years ago. Things in their relationship had gotten rocky by the time he started doing support for Moi dix Mois, and he couldn’t remember why now. Oh yeah, he had been kind of mean to her. Hayato scratched the back of his neck while trying to sort out the details. He hung up his jacket and left his bag in his room.
As he walked out to go to the kitchen, he heard a noise in the bathroom. Hayato looked back at it and stared. He dismissed it after a few seconds and kept walking forward. He was pouring himself a glass of water from an old pitcher he’d been given a while ago. Hayato felt that something was off, like he was being watched or had been followed. He looked behind him to make sure no one was there and suddenly he realized he was looking into the barrel of a .41 caliber Derringer pistol. “Oh sh-shit.” Hayato started to shake in fear and seemed to be frozen in place. His assailant was wearing a completely black outfit with a ski mask, so he couldn’t tell who it was, but right now his instinct was to stay alive.
Before he could utter another word a needle was plunged into his left arm. He could feel himself being injected with something, and this was all it took for him to spring into action. Hayato lunged for the gun that was pointed at his face and tried to steal it from his attacker. The assailant grunted and pulled it back roughly. Hayato noticed that the force with which the other person pulled made him lose his grip and balance. He fell to the floor like a ragdoll and could only stare up. “Why?” He whispered. His vision was beginning to get blurry and he soon lost consciousness.