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[ Shards of Setsuna ] Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:49 pm
[Wow. So, after deciding that I needed to explain more about Kytekos [From Fib: A Deadly Game], I finally figured out what happened to him. And of course....
he was a drag queen at a Cabaret.
:B
It's hot. I did pictures. See?
I'm gonna be posting this all son. I just wanted to reserve a spot. *dusts it off* ^^ So I guess that makes it incomplete.... *ramble* I can just say, that this story is going to be....*waves arm* very R-rated. I promise you that. XD;;
*yawn*]
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 2:20 pm
"Mein kind..."
The red-haired child blinked, then looked up a bit. Suddenly, arms were thrown around him, and he gasped, then struggled against the tug of the arms. "Vati...?"
"Be still, my child, for the time has come for me to fly..." The adult kissed the boy atop of the head, then pulled away. He gasped, his vibrant green eyes suddenly filled with fear. "Vati...? Where are you going?"
"Away....." There was a hush that came through the room, and suddenly, tears filled his eyes. "Vati no...Vati no!" He pleaded, tugging his pants. The man finally crouched, wiping away the boy's tears, then ruffling his hair. "Your mother...your sisters...take care of them...they still need you....still need you....make them happy....but don't forget to make yourself happy too..."
He started after his father as he rose again, then cried out, tugging at his pants again. But the man just kept walking, dragging his son behind him. Finally, he pried the tiny fingers from the grip on the cotton, and slammed the door behind him. "Vati! Vati!!"
"Vati!!!!"
[x][x][x]
Chapter 1 "Ich Denke..."
December 15th, Eleven Years Later
[x][x][x]
I guess that was a while ago....eleven years, actually....it doesn't seem like such a long time....to me at least...I mean, I was just a kid...and all...kinda stupid, too...
He flipped his auburn hair over his shoulder, parting it from his face so he could lean forward, and peer into his reflection in the mirror. Then, in the swift flick of his wrist, he streaked dark-blue eyeliner across his left, then his right eye, adding a darker look to his appearance.
I'd start explaining things to you now, I guess. After my father left, we got a call. As he was leaving town, he was gunned down by accident in some shoot-out. That's what it's like in the city...things have really changed since back then too...
After tightening the cuffs on his wrists, the boy flipped his hair back, then reached up, and held it into a ponytail while he held the ribbon in his hands, stroking his head with the brush. As soon as he'd worked out all the kinks, he tied his hair, and let it fall, curling at his shoulders.
My mom started to drink really heavily after that....it was sad...my mother use to be beautiful. She had this brilliant auburn hair, even prettier than mine, not to be vain, and her eyes were blue. They reminded me of water. Anyway, when she started drinking, she gained a lot of weight, and stopped combing her hair, and so she wasn't so pretty anymore. She stopped working too...
He slipped on the left sleeve over his arm, then glanced in the mirror one last time, taking a tube of lipstick from his pocket, and placing a small streak of the dark-red substance across his lower lip, then closed it, and left.
Oh, my the way, I'm working as a drag queen. And, for the record, my name is Kytekos. But here, call me Bekare.
There was a blare of some sort of encore, and the lights suddenly came on, as Kytekos, and a few other actual women skirted onto stage. The irony of it all, was that his already skinny frame, pale skin, and curse of a no-beard made him already prettier than the other girls that were with him. While they sang a cute little song, he stepped forward, his hat tipped down over his head, and his tuxedo-like outfit flashed as the spotlight fell on him.
"Willkommen! Willkommen!! ...welcome, dear guests!" There was a small clammor from the crowds, but he went on, grinning, and leaning over. "My 'family' and I are just so happy to see you all here! So many faces! So many people! It's a regular party in here...! I am so pleased!!" He laughed, and stepped back.
"And as a thanks..." He whispered, smiling still, he ripped off his hat, earning a wave of cheers;
"What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he backed off, and let the other women take over. All the excitement left his face the second his feet left the stage, and he ripped off the hat, taking a deep, shaky breath. "Good god.."
As you can tell by now...I'm a drag queen host at a cabaret. Classy. Right? No. I hate it. This is degrading. But I have to. For my own reasons...
The night went on as usual. People cheered and so on. Everyone was happy. So much fun. Everyone was so happy....so damn happy. And all he did was watch, every once in a while stepping out, preforming a number, keeping them all fooled at the idea of him being a girl. He was so good at it.
My family owns a cabaret near Germany. Hence, my accent. I'm not really German. I came from Ireland. It's why I have the red hair and green eyes. Like a leprechaun...hehe...
Finally, it came to an end. An exhausting end. But when he was taking out all the earrings in his ears, the door opened, and an older woman stepped in. She was rather portly, with her hair still up in curlers, and wearing a beaten-up nightgown. "Bekare." She said, blinking slowly, then glared at him. He frowned, and they just stared at one another, until she came over, and hit him. Hard. Hard enough that he flew free from the chair, and crashed to the ground.
As you can tell, I am abused. Very abused. Would anyone in their honest mind wear over a pound of makeup over their entire body? If people can't see what's there, then they won't question.
He coughed, then felt another sharp blow to his side, causing his eyes to flash, and squeeze shut in pain. She hit him a few more times, grabbing at him, yelling at him, demanding him. "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER!? Why DIDN'T I have a DAUGHTER?! Why a SON?! I WANT MY DAUGHTER!!"
My mother has an inferiority complex. That's why my dad left. She hated him. For being a man. Because he had me. And I'm a man. If I keep my hair right, and wear my makeup, then she won't care. THen she'll leave me alone...it's a nice feeling...to be accepted...
Finally, someone ran in. The other manager at the place. HE grabbed at her, dragging her back to keep her away from Kytekos. "Kyte-kun," He yelled, eyes wide, "get on out of here! I'll handle her until she calms down!!"
That's Greg. He takes care of me. He and my mom had a thing a while back, but when she changed, he started hating her too. Now, he makes sure she doesn't hurt me as bad. Usually, he doesn't make it here in time, but I don't care. He tries.
He staggered into a bathroom nearby, then clasped a hand over his nose. It was bleeding heavily. He grabbed a handful of tissues, pressing them to his face, and squeezing his eyes shut, gasping for air. He felt winded. His back ached. His sides hurt. Everything stung.
I am a 'nonentity.' It means I'm a person, or a thing of small significance. I live to please. I'm suppose to be perfection. That's what my dad said my name meant. 'fore he left. The thing that really makes me mad, what makes me want to cry, is how he...he knew what my mother did. The things she said and how she hit me and yelled, and he still left.
Kytekos coughed again, spitting into the sink, then drawing his knees to his chest, his head between his legs. He had to try and breathe. He just couldn't seem to feel anything normally. When he looked up, there were tears streaking his eyeliner, his mascara, his face-foundation. They all blended together to make a sort of red, greyish swirl across his face as he feebly wiped it away.
I don't think I was meant to be....I mean...if God loves all of his children, why did he do what he did to Job? Remember that guy? He made a bet with Satan just to see if he could prove that everything for Job got better. Just for a stupid bet...? I guess that's suppose to be me. Only difference, is that....
I don't believe in God...
He still had an hour before his mother would've calmed down. Instead, he looked at the full-body mirror across the room. He was a mess. A real mess. Now his hair was ruffled. His clothes were dirty. His face was tear-stained and his eyelashes salt-laced with the tears of pain. Was it going to happen like this forever? For the rest of his life..?
I wouldn't doubt if at the end of this all, I'm dead.
When you look in the eyes of the enemy, and you see yourself, at what price is mercy...?
[x]Chapter One, Fin[/x]
An: Wow. I wasn't really...impressed, but it was better than I had first planned =w= See? Kyte-kun use to be so happy and outgoing..what a trooper....*waves flag*
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