Title: Dark Thing.
Rating: R-ness for incest, swearing, dark themes…. whatever that means, possibly a disturbed Kirito who needs some mental help?
Status: Not complete and hopefully ongoing. >w<
Pairings: Kirito x Kohta x Takeo.
Author: Mauri [a_pill@mindless.com]
Comments: Haha. I started this yesterday in school today. The idea just came to me while listening to “Hill ~Genkaku no Yuki.” Anywho, umm, there’s some Aiji, Jun and Takeo bashing going on. I don’t think it’s that bad. And I’m not -really- sorry. Well, maybe a tiny bit for all the Aiji bashing. Takeo may be [note: probably is] OOC’ish but in my mind and in this fic it works out well. Please enjoy, comment and so on. This is my first time posting a fanic of my own. Give me love. :x?

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“Oh wicked thoughts
From where did you come?
Dark things breathe their heated sighs”

[Dark Thing - Johnny Hollow]

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How dare he fucking look at Takeo. By “look” I mean have his eyes happily glaze over as they travel over our drummer’s features. They also linger on Takeo for too long. I don’t like it one bit. What the fuck is Kohta doing? Of all the people to develop crushes on, he chooses Pierrot’s straight drummer. Well, actually, I’m starting to have my doubts on just how straight Takeo really is. I’ve noticed how his face ever so slightly lights up when he’s talking to my brother. He smiles more, seems more alive. I hate to say it, he appears to be cheerful too. I wouldn’t call Takeo unpleasant, but he’s naturally more mellow and serious.

I can forgive Kohta. He’s new to being gay, or as he said, bisexual. He doesn’t know any better. Honestly, it does sort of make sense that he’d think he has a crush on Takeo. The two have always got along well. For the longest time, they’ve been the only really “straight” guys in our band. Aiji goes after anything with two legs that will give him the proper attention. I almost considered saying yes to him when he asked me out. But Pierrot’s guitar player, as beautiful as he may be, holds almost all the traits that I dislike in females. Aiji is too insecure, catty, concerned with his outward appearance and clingy. My rejecting him had made our relationship onstage and offstage awkward for a few weeks, but thankfully he moved on. Jun had a brief bisexual stint where he dated some guy. It only lasted a month. The two broke up when they realized their feelings weren’t anything more than friends. To my knowledge they’re still in contact and go out occasionally. How disgustingly sweet. Through all of this, Kohta and Takeo only saw girls.

Our drummer is attractive enough. He can endure and contribute to intelligent conversations. He has enough personality and common sense.

I still don’t like it.

As funny as it sounds, Takeo is too much like me. I came to that conclusion when he chose me to talk to about his break ups and grievances. Like a good band leader, I allowed him to rant to me for however long he deemed necessary. I’m not surprised that it’s me he confides in. Aiji and Jun are too touchy feely. They would smother Takeo with comforting hugs. Kohta has never been good with words.

Unlike the rest of them, I know Takeo. I know when he wants me to ask challenging or thought provoking questions. I know when he only needs me to acknowledge what he’s said. I know how he really is. I know his fears. I know what he craves. More than anything, I know that he’s no good for Kohta. If I can’t have my brother, there’s no way in hell that I’ll allow Takeo to have him.

They’re all getting up now. I’ve been lost in thought for nearly the entire night. The band members understand the importance of not disturbing me when I get like this. My unfinished drink is deserted as we go to pay for our separate bills.

I overhear Takeo laugh at whatever joke or funny story my brother just finished telling. They’re both so happy. I vaguely wonder if Aiji or Jun has noticed it. Hmm.... Our little synth guitar player can be quite perceptive if he puts his mind to it. And Aiji may be quite wrapped up in himself, but surely his eyes and brain still work.

I definitely need to talk to Kohta and Takeo. My brother will be first. It’s easier to get information from him. He’s always very open with me. Of course, I sometimes need to push some of his buttons to induce the openness, but whatever works. Takeo will be difficult. If he even has the faintest clue what’s happening with himself and Kohta, there’s most likely going to be a lot of denial. I’m superior to Takeo in this regard. I’ve already dealt with my own denial. I’ve confronted, analyzed, figured it out, and put it back on the shelf, so to speak. I can’t let myself be too egotistical, though. The onset of my attraction to Kohta occurred many years ago, while Takeo’s is in the present. But still…. The drummer is only now, and with my help, beginning to discover what type of person he is. I had no fucking help. I was completely alone when the darkness inside of me made itself known.

“Hey Kirito....?” A voice calls out and pulls me from my mind. I blink and turn to face my brother. His cheeks are slightly flushed. He hasn’t drunk enough to be considered an impaired driver. I’m glad he’s learning.

“Sorry,” I casually reply, “What did you say?”

“Just goodbye. That’s it.” Kohta runs a hand through his unnatural blonde hair. He’s always edgy when I’ve been quiet for too long.

“Ah, I see.” We’re outside and in front of my car. It’s upsetting to me that I don’t remember getting here. My body has been known to go on auto-pilot while I continue to mentally focus on whatever issue I’m currently solving. It can be useful at times, but unsettling at others.

“Will you come over tomorrow?”

My question surprises him. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I rarely ask to see him, or anyone for that matter. Aiji, Jun and Kohta do the inviting or organizing of the social get togethers. The only exception to that is when I call one of the band members over to go through music. Then again, that’s related to business and work.

Kohta’s debating something. Perhaps he has plans? With Takeo? So who will win? Family or a crush? This should be interesting.

“How about I stop over in the evening? I’m sort of tied up in the morning and afternoon.”

Or he can be defiant and choose both. That’s so like him, trying to please everyone. I’m not sure if my displeasure shows on my face. It’s hard to remain in complete control every single second and especially with Kohta.

“I suppose that would work.” He’s relieved and graces me with a smile.

I nod and turn to face my car door again. This signals our parting. I hear him walk away and join the rest of the band as I fish out car keys from my pocket. I feel no surge of warm emotion from him agreeing to come over. It’s true that I will get to see him, and spending time, despite whatever we do, is extremely rewarding for me. But it’s also true that I came second. Whoever is “tying up” my brother tomorrow morning and afternoon is obviously more desirable than me. A jealous and angry Kirito is never a good thing. I need to be extra careful while driving home tonight. After all, what would be the chance that the one involved in my “accident” would be Takeo? It’s a shame really....

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