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Chapter V
About an hour later, they arrived at a large mansion, with ivy crawling up the aged stone walls. The menacingly gargantuan iron gates opened to them when they reached it, and they drove inside, parking on the circle drive. They next unloaded from the car, and walked up the marble stairs to the door, which was a rich wine color with gold foil decorations embellishing it. The door was then opened to them, and they stepped within the warm walls. “Good evening, masters!” chimed the voice of a young woman with a bow, donned in a traditional maid’s uniform. “The mistress has been waiting for you.” she added, bowing again and beginning to walk away. She then paused, and turned. “Oh, pardon me, sirs, she is in the parlor. Right this way.” she said, blushing slightly in embarrassment as she bowed again. She moved quickly through the halls, reminding Dimitri of a little mouse. “You’re new here?” he asked her as they walked. “Yes, sir.” she replied curtly, quickening her pace. She seemed very nervous, once again bringing to Dimitri’s mind a mouse. Her silvery hair didn’t hurt the idea either. She soon stopped near a doorway, waiting for them to catch up. Once they had, she entered the room and announced their arrival, bowed one last time, then disappeared as quickly as she had come. They entered the room slowly, and then stood in a row, waiting for Lady Amura to speak. She was lounging upon a silk, burgundy couch, her long limbs spread along it. “I expected you here sooner…” she said initially, her voice smooth and daunting. She took a long drag from a cigarette, and then eyed them, awaiting an answer. “We came as quickly as we could.” said Pierrot, stepping forward. “Apparently you were not. I sent Rapheus out a few hours ago.” she said sternly, taking another drag. “Have you thought that it might have been your pet who was slow and not us?” growled Dimitri. “He is far more reliable than you.” she replied with a snarl, sitting up slightly, eyes aglow. “But…there is no time for your little disgruntlements. There are far more pressing matters at hand.” she said, lying back once more and lifting the cigarette to her lips again. “You all know very well about Lilith’s curse, correct?” she said, the sapphire on her forehead shimmering. “But of course.” replied Pierrot in an offended tone. “Well then, you know how one hundred of her children are supposed to die each night?” They all nodded nervously. “It used to be only the lilim who were affected by this, but now suddenly incubi, succubi, and vampires of all types are being affected as well.” She finished, taking one more drag before the cigarette’s ashes into an ashtray which sat upon a small side table next to her. Kazuto whimpered and slid to the floor. “I knew something bad had happened…” he whined, holding his head. Pierrot laid a hand on his shoulder and shushed him gently. “How can we fix them?” asked Dimitri, scowling. “That…I do not know.” was Amura’s short reply. “Then what are we to do?” asked Pierrot, fists clenched. “It seems quite obvious to me that you are to find out what is causing this and find a way to remedy it.” she replied snippily, allowing herself to sit up. “Why us?” whined Kazuto. “You know very well.” snapped Amura, rising from the couch. “Now, I’ve heard that there is highly increased infidelity in Great Britain…I suggest you check there first for signs of her.” suggested Amura, who then exited the room. “But…”said Kazuto after her. “…I don’t want it to happen again…” he complained. Pierrot sighed. “…I guess we have no choice…” he said, shaking his head and sitting on the couch. “Well, I guess we’re going to Great Britain…” said Dimitri, sitting next to Pierrot.
Kozi the Marionette · Sun Dec 03, 2006 @ 01:12am · 0 Comments |
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Chapter IV
At fifteen hundred hours, they all loaded into Dimitri’s Mercedes and headed off. “I wonder what Amura-san wants..?” said Kazuto, leaning his head back, letting the wind play with his hair. “No clue.” said Dimitri, never shifting his eyes from the road. “Perhaps she has merely found a place for us in her home.” said Pierrot, uncertainty in his voice. “I doubt that it’s anything good…” responded Dimitri grimly. “I hope it’s not another revolt…” whimpered Kazuto. “I don’t know…” said Dimitri. “But wouldn’t we have known earlier if there was a revolt of such a magnitude that Lady Amura was to be involved…?” replied Pierrot. “I guess…” was all Dimitri could say. Silence took over the remainder of their car ride. *~*~*
Once on the plane, their anxiety only worsened. “How long will it take to get there…?” whined Kazuto, resting his chin on Pierrot’s shoulder. “Around an hour, I do believe.” He replied, resting his chin on his hands. “Okay…said Kazuto, slumping back into his seat. He fidgeted, until he finally peered out of the window next to him, lost in thought. Kazuto didn’t like planes, but loved to look at the clouds outside of the window. Their fluffiness was so comforting…just like little lambs floating in herds across the sky. He giggled. “I guess that makes rain their pee.” he said aloud to himself, bursting into a fit of giggling. “What the hell are you talking about?” chuckled Dimitri, turning to face him around Pierrot. Kazuto stifled himself. “Nothing, nothing…” he said, grinning and shaking his head. Suddenly, his face froze, and fear began to spread across it. “…we forgot Naoki…” he said softly, eyes wide. “s**t!” yelled Dimitri, disturbing many of the passengers. “Sorry…” he mumbled, and then turned back to Kazuto. “WHAT ARE WE GONNA DOOO???” whined Kazuto, panicking. “I don’t know!” cried Dimitri, looking around. Finally, Pierrot spoke up. “Why don’t you just call her cell phone?” he said calmly. “She can stay at my place. She’s more than old enough to take care of herself.” he added. “You’re so smart, Pi-san!” squealed Kazuto, hugging him tightly, and then called over an assistant to ask permission to use the airplane’s phone. After making the call, he returned to his seat and turned back to Pierrot. “She’s gonna go to Hiro’s house.” he said. “How s she getting all of the way to Japan..?” “Hiro-kun is going to send some people over to get her.” he said with a smile. “Good…she won’t be able to mess up my house, then…” muttered Pierrot. “I’m glad she’ll be safe.” said Kazuto, sitting back in his seat once more with a smile on his face. “Well I’m happy if you’re happy.” said Dimitri, allowing a small smile to spread across his face momentarily. Kazuto grinned, and then looked out the window once more and soon fell fast asleep.
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When the plane was getting prepared for landing, Pierrot shook Kazuto to wake him. “Come on, now, we’re nearly there.” he crooned, resting a slender hand upon Kazuto’s shoulder. “N…really? Good…” was all he could manage to reply in his half-asleep state. After landing, they went to the rent-a-car and Pierrot paid for them to get a Lamborghini. They departed, heading east from Sofia towards Stara Zagora. “I’m…so…bored…” complained Kazuto, gripping onto Dimitri’s arm. “Be patient…” was all he could say, highly anxious. “Here…listen to some music.” he said, whipping out his MP3 player and handing it to him. “Honey Vanity…that always calms you.” he said, flipping to it, then lying back, looking into the endless sky.
Kozi the Marionette · Thu Nov 09, 2006 @ 07:03am · 0 Comments |
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Chapter III
The growl was feline, and they watched as a fat, furry grey cat prowled inside. It was missing an eye, presumably, for an eye patch was hiding one of its eyes. The visible eye was an amber color, and it growled at it made its way into the house. “NEKOMATA!!!!” cried Kazuto, burying his face into Dimitri. “It’s just a stray little chat …” said Pierrot, standing. The cat glared at him and snarled, then paced into the kitchen. Kazuto cringed away from the cat, closer to Dimitri. “It’s not polite to enter a stranger’s house without knocking.” commented Pierrot, following the cat into the kitchen. It sat perched upon the countertop, nibbling on a plate of cheese and crackers that Pierrot had set there earlier that morning. “What are you doing, chaton ?” Pierrot asked the cat, leaning on the counter near it. It merely meowed at him loudly, baring its sharp little canines. “My, what an attitude!” said Pierrot in response. “What might your name be? You have only proved to be rude…the least you could do would be that.” said Pierrot with a smile. After finishing off the plate, the feline hopped off the counter and on top of the little dining table in the center of the room. He gingerly picked up a pen in his mouth, and trotted over to the notepad that sat nearby. He then began to move the pen between his teeth and wrote:
I am Rapheus, the messenger of Lady Amura. She requests you and your companions’ presence for a conference of sorts. Please report to her premises immediately. “I see…then we shall depart.” Pierrot replied when he had finished reading the note. The grimalkin yowled once more before plopping off of the table and onto the floor, quickly exiting the cabin. Pierrot frowned after it, then hurried off to inform Dimitri and Kazuto of their impending trip.
Kozi the Marionette · Sat Oct 28, 2006 @ 05:05am · 0 Comments |
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Chapter II
“Oh, for pity’s sake, PLEASE not her…” whimpered Pierrot. The door banged open, and there stood a girl with long, smooth midnight hair, with streaks of electric blue pulled into pigtails. Her chocolate, almond-shaped eyes glistened, and she tapped her disproportionately oversized black leather combat boot on the wooden floor. She appeared to be around thirteen years of age, with multicolored beaded bracelets adorning her arms. “It’s impolite not to invite a guest inside, Onee-san.” She lectured, marching up to Pierrot, arms folded. “Oh! A snack!!!” she squealed, lifting up the cadaver from the floor and creating two new neat little holes in her neck. “Mmm…yummy!” she said, dropping the girl and looking up. “So whatcha guys doooin’?” she asked, tilting her head to one side. “Why did I ever bite her..?” Pierrot muttered, holding his head. “Ummm…we’re talking about the economy of the United States.” said Dimitri, hoping to get rid of her. “Eww that’s boooring!” she cried. “OH!!! Let’s talk about BoA’s new album!!!” she shrieked, flinging her arms into the air. “Naoki , leave them alone.” said a man’s voice firmly from outside. “But Onee-san…” whined Naoki, pivoting to face the door. “Apologize to Pierrot and Dimitri.” the man’s voice commanded, and a rather androgynous looking man, who looked to be around twenty three, appeared at the door, with stern eyes the same shade as Naoki’s. His hair was similar to hers as well in texture, yet it was shoulder length and parted to one side and was somewhat fluffy, with heliotrope and magenta streaks. He wore a loose-fitting hooded tank top of a candy apple red and an ankle-length violaceous skirt with lime colored pockets. His feet were adorned in cherry colored vinyl four inch high platforms with grape juice colored soles. “I apologize for my sister’s rudeness.” he said, bowing down slightly to Dimitri and Pierrot. “Eh, I can deal with her as long as you’re with her, Kazuto .” said Dimitri with a smirk, patting the seat next to him. Kazuto giggled, then plopped down where Dimitri had indicated, resting his head on his shoulder. “You always make me feel loved, Mit-tan .” he said, smiling and closing his eyes. Dimitri smiled and kissed his forehead gently. “How could anyone not love you, Kazu-na?” he said, his smile widening. Kazuto twittered and nuzzled Dimitri. “Pierrot-za, how is your search going?” he asked, turning his head slightly to look at Pierrot. Pierrot grumbled and looked down, crossing his arms. Naoki, who had sat fuming on the floor, finally spoke up. “Ha ha, Onee-san, Pierrot-san is mad at yooou~!” she taunted, sticking her tongue out at Kazuto. Pierrot sighed. “I’m not mad at him…” he said, unfolding his arms. “Chin up, Pierrot-za.” said Kazuto, letting himself slide off of Dimitri and scooting over so that his head rested in Pierrot’s lap. Pierrot stared at him for a moment, and Kazuto smiled at him cheerfully. Finally he cracked a smile. “Fine…”he said, and began to stroke Kazuto’s poofy hair softly. Kazuto purred, closing his eyes once more. Pierrot laughed aloud. “You’re more of a bakeneko than a vampire.” he said to Kazuto, grinning. “Aye, don’t say that, nekomata scare me…” responded Kazuto, covering his face. “Aww…” said Dimitri, leaning down and hugging him. “Jeeze, you guys are such sissys!” said Naoki, getting up. “I’m going out.” she announced afterward, marching out of the cabin. “Good riddance…” muttered Pierrot, snarling. “How rude…she didn’t bother to shut the door.” said Dimitri, striding up to the door and shutting it with a flourish. “Oh, it’s not her fault our parents spoiled her.” proclaimed Kazuto with a frown. “Well they’ve been gone for a while now…you’d think she’d have changed.” grimaced Pierrot, his lip curled in aggravation. Kazuto pouted. “You’re not being very nice Pierrot…” he said. “The only positive thing that came from biting her was getting you.” replied Pierrot, who then proceeded to hug Kazuto, smiling tenderly. Kazuto grinned. “I am very glad that she bit me, so that I might meet yourself and Dimitri.” he said. “…although I am sad to have lost all of my friends and family besides her…” he added, sadness clouding his eyes for a moment. “…but that is all in the past.” he concluded, brightening back up a bit. Pierrot hugged him tighter, and Dimitri joined them. “We wuv you, Kazu-na!” said Dimitri in that childish voice of his. Kazuto giggled, nuzzling against them. “Arigato .” he said, smiling. “You guys always make me feel better.” “It is our duty.” said Pierrot with a joking sternness, raising his clenched fist into the air. Kazuto laughed, resting his head on Pierrot’s shoulder. “So…what brings you here to Germany?” asked Dimitri of Kazuto. “Well, I was in Berlin for the wonderful shops there, and I knew you guys were staying here, so I asked around and found out you were here!” Kazuto replied, grinning. “But…Germany is so big…how could you even limit it to the forest…?” asked Pierrot, eyebrow arched. “Apparently, Pi-kun, you leave a strong impression on people.” Kazuto answered with a giggle. Pierrot scowled, but then cracked a smile. “I suppose I do not try and “fit in” like other vampires my age…” he said, and began to scratch Kazuto behind the ear. “…but you’re still damn sexy.” said Dimitri, smirking and putting his arm around Pierrot. Pierrot chuckled and shook his head. “So, how’ve you been, Kazuto?” he asked after a moment. “Really good, actually. I got tickets to see Miyavi next spring~!” said Pierrot joyfully, hugging himself. Dimitri laughed. “You’re such a fanboy…” he said, grinning. “So..?” responded Kazuto, pouting. “Eh…what was that just now…?” said Pierrot, tilting his head. “Is Naoki back?” “Dame …” replied Kazuto, beginning to look concerned. A low growl was heard, and they turned to the door, awaiting the beast that might come.
Kozi the Marionette · Thu Oct 26, 2006 @ 07:12pm · 0 Comments |
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Chapter 1
Dimitri was aroused from his slumber groggily, stretching his arms far in front of him in an almost feline manner. “What time is it...?” he muttered to himself, staring bleary-eyed at the little digital clock that sat on a quaint wooden table next to his simple cotton clothed bed. “Gyuh…eleven…why did I have to drink so much...?” he complained, holding his head in displeasure. He only vaguely remembered flashes of the previous night; he’d had a good time, while it lasted. He smirked to himself, putting his pain aside briefly. She’d been a feisty one, that girl. He swung his slender, muscled legs over the side of the side of the bed and rose to his feet slowly, and shakily began to shuffle towards a chair in the corner of the room where his clothing rested. “Dammit!” he cried, tripping over a pale woman’s body. She was young, with long, dark hair that only accentuated her sleek curves. As she was barely alive now, she made no response to Dimitri’s remark. “Gotta take care of that later…” he muttered, nudging her limp, flawless body as to roll her belly-down on the floor. Dimitri’s own flesh glowed from the previous night’s exploits, even though he possessed a head-splitting hangover. He snatched up his clothing and dragged himself to the bathroom, which seemed to have been left undisturbed from the previous night; it was clean and shining, smelling strongly of antibacterial products; He dropped his clothing onto the floor and grabbed a bar of soap from the sink and turned on the shower. When he stepped into the freezing water, immediately his senses heightened and his goose bumps arose. He shivered slightly and began to wash himself. He paused to shave his arms, legs, and chest before washing out the conditioner; he preferred to be smooth to the touch, rather than being the hairy beast that most men liked to be. After turning off the water and stepping out, his skin glistening with moisture. He nabbed a towel and dried off briskly, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Then he plugged up the sink, and proceeded to wash the clothing he had left on the floor. Afterwards, he emptied the drain, wrung the clothes, and then lifted each article individually to dry them with a blow dryer that hung upon the wall. Finally, he dressed himself, brushed his teeth, and stepped out of the bathroom. The whiteness of the hotel room bothered him; it felt too…innocent. Pure. In reality, nothing was entirely pure. It bothered him that humans still liked to pretend… He treaded to the woman’s body and lifted her with ease onto the bed, and he dressed her, as if she were some giant doll or something of the sort. Lifting her once more, he placed one arm under her legs, the other holding her back. He next snatched up his wallet and stuck it in his back pocket, then shifted once more to open the door. Traveling to the front desk, he swiped his credit card. “She’s still worn out from last night.” he explained to the receptionist as he returned his key, smiling. They returned his smile and nodded in understanding, and he exited. He could never stay at the same hotel for long; you could only carry down so many people without appearing suspicious. He strolled over to the car, and opened the passenger’s door, positioning the woman in a way that she would look like she was simply sleeping. He then slipped into the driver’s seat and pulled out, heading towards the city limits. He flipped on the shades he had placed on his dashboard. The world tinted purple was a beautiful thing to him. Why hadn’t they thought to make these sooner? Once out of Bielefeld he sped up a bit, the broad trees of the Teutoburger Wald springing up on either side of the road. Their elegant branches stretched out over the road, as if beckoning him to wander through them and into the darkness that lied amongst them. He hadn’t existed yet at the time of the battle that was fought here, but he had heard about it…he feared little, but this was one of the few places he did not enjoy being alone in. He felt as if he would be swallowed up if he wandered too far within. He turned on a CD he had of Rammstein, and bobbed his head to the industrial music steadily as he drove on. Soon, he turned down a dirt road lined thickly by trees, and after threading through for a bit, he approached a large wooden cabin, constructed obviously of the trees it had replaced in the area. He parked, and flung the girl over his shoulder, carrying her to the cabin. He walked up to the door and rapped upon it, and a man with porcelain flesh and gentle features answered. His long, raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail with an elegant, scarlet silk ribbon. His dark eyes brightened when he saw Dimitri, and he smiled. “Dimitri, my good friend, come in, come in!” he said in a thick French accent. “I see you’ve brought me another snack…” he added, eyeing the girl. Dimitri smiled. “Anything for my Pierrot .” he said merrily, kissing the man’s cheek lightly. “Now, now, I don’t plan on being one of your victims, Dimitri…” said Pierrot with a chuckle, wagging his finger playfully. “Can vampires even be affected by incubi?” questioned Dimitri, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not sure, but I’m not taking any chances.” responded Pierrot, laughing aloud. “Well, if you ever feel like testing that theory, just ask.” said Dimitri with a smirk. Pierrot chuckled and shook his head. “And they thought incubi would melt if they slept with a man…” “They were just homophobic, I suppose.” said Dimitri with a shrug in response to Pierrot’s remark. “True…even though many of them practiced sex with other men, themselves.” retorted Pierrot. “So contradictory, humans…” “You’re tellin’ me…” said Dimitri, scowling. “Now, as for the girl…” said Pierrot, eager to change the subject. “…just toss her onto the couch. She’ll be worn out for a while longer, yes?” Dimitri nodded, then obliged to Pierrot’s request. Pierrot had already headed off down the hall, and Dimitri followed after him. The familiar scent of burning incense filled his nostrils welcomingly, and he smiled, allowing the tips of his fingers to brush the deep violet walls. He soon turned into the study, where the musky scent of old books and cinnamon greeted him. He took a seat in a cushy chair fashioned of mahogany wood and ruby velvet. “You ever think of modernizing this place?” asked Dimitri, grinning, face lit dimly by an oil lamp that sat on a nearby desk. “Some of this stuff looks as old as you.” “Never.” Pierrot huffed. “This is in style with some people.” He added defensively. “Maybe with the creepy ones…” responded Dimitri, looking quite out of place with his short, spiked bleached-blonde hair, wifebeater, and charcoal pinstriped pants. “Well, of all the humans, those tend to be my favorites…they practically beg to be bitten.” said Pierrot with a chuckle. “They run around pretending to be vampires, but in the end, all they are is an easy meal.” He added with a smirk, exposing his sharp canines. “At least some of them don’t look half bad.” said Dimitri, grinning. “Then again, unlike me, you were once one of them. You’d think you would understand them better than I.” “Non, even as a human, I viewed mankind as garbage. When I was bitten, I was so pleased that I would never be one of them again.” said Pierrot, clasping his hands together in fond memory. Dimitri chuckled. “Do you even know where he is anymore?” he asked. “I heard he was around here somewhere…that’s why I moved here. But, alas, he is nowhere to be found…” said Pierrot, appearing crestfallen. “Poor dear…” said Dimitri with a hint of sarcasm, resting a hand on Pierrot’s shoulder. “Eh…I think I’ll have that girl now…” said Pierrot, standing up slowly and walking back to the entry room. Dimitri shook his head and chuckled. Pierrot hadn’t seen the man who had bitten him in centuries, yet he was still infatuated with him. He clucked his tongue, and then followed after Pierrot. He took a seat on one of the two lavish couches, and leaned back comfortably. Pierrot looked up from the girl and licked his lips, then let her limp body fall to the floor, lifeless. “Was she sweet enough for you?” asked Dimitri. “I suppose…” responded Pierrot, sighing. “Come on, cheer up, Mr. Grumpy.” said Dimitri in a childish voice, shifting seats to put his arm around Pierrot’s neck. “Bah…who can stay sorrowful when they have company like you?” said Pierrot, allowing a small smile to appear on his lips. Suddenly, a high-pitched voice called from outside. “I’ve fooound yooou, Onee-saaan! ”
(pardon the format...when I copy and paste, it doesn't come out correctly, and the "tab" doesn't work on here... u.u;;; )
Kozi the Marionette · Sun Oct 15, 2006 @ 11:50pm · 0 Comments |
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