Sorrow's Conception

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Chapter Two:



Three Months Later



Seguchi Tohma sat in a leather chair on a stage set, before cameras. A man in a blue suit sat before the blond man whom had his legs crossed.

“Three, two, one…” The director pointed at the black haired interviewer.

“For those who are just tuning in,” He said looking at the camera, “Seguchi Tohma, President of NG productions and a member of Nittle Grasper is with us Tonight to talk about Nittle Graspers up coming album and concert.”

“Tohma-sama, I understand that you have taken on a new band.”

“Yes,” Tohma answered with a smile then closed his eyes, “I will be their manager until their album is released.”

“Can you tell us a little about this mysterious band?” The man asked.

“Does my interest in them not speak for me?” Seguchi wondered opening his eyes to look directly into the man’s light brown ones.

“Yes, of course but the viewers…”

“Why don’t you ask them yourself?” Tohma asked with another smirk, “I’ve brought them as a surprise.”

“Alright!” The man smiled, “Let’s bring them in!”

Some people rushed around before a stage door was opened and three girls wearing large sunglasses walked out and onto stage. There they positioned them selves around Tohma, one on either side and one behind. They wrapped their arms around their Manager, all smiles.

Three seats were quickly brought in and lined up next to Tohma.

They sat and waited for the first question.

“So I’m sure everyone is wondering who you girl’s are.” The interviewer said, “So how about you start by telling us your names?”

They kept their faces expressionless while silent.

“Beauty one,” Seguchi pointed to Kumiko, “Beauty two.” He pointed to Mitsuki, “And Beauty three.” He motioned to Yumi at the end of the line.

The man before them chuckled.

“So what’s the name of your band?” The man asked the female trio.

“Sorrow’s Conception.” They all spoke at once.

“There you have it folks!” The interviewer chimed looking at the cameras, “And after the break, Seguchi-san has a surprise for all of us!”



Hiro turned down the volume of the TV when the commercials started.

He dropped the remote between him and Shuichi who was already drinking his ass off.

“Tell me the truth, did Yuki break up with you again?” Hiro turned to his friend and band mate who stopped mid swig.

He nodded his head then chugged the rest of the bottle down. Dropping onto his side he curled up into a ball, lower lips quivering in his misery.

“Damn that Yuki Eiri.” Hiro growled glancing out the window then back to the show.

“And we’re back!” The blue suited man announced, “I’m here with Seguchi Tohma and the band he is personally managing himself, Sorrow’s Conception!”

“Ladies…” Tohma trailed turning to look off camera.

The camera followed his eyes to another stage where the lights were only shining on the girl’s bodies, not their faces.



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Sitting down at her computer which was connected to her synthesiser, Yumi pulled her headphones over her ears and began mixing a new song. Bobbing her head gently she was oblivious to her phone ringing just behind her. The screen flashed then there was a beep.

“What the hell is that girl doing?” Kumiko asked her sister as they entered a café in the heart of the Harajuku district.

“You know she never leaves her computer.” Mitsuki said sitting down in a booth in the back. “Maybe she left her phone down stairs.”

“I guess.” Kumiko sat across from her twin who pulled folders from her side bag.

Setting her lap top on the table the pale eyed teen opened it to click a button, turning it on.

“Mom seems happy with the way things are going.” The younger of the twins started a coversation, fingers wizing over the keyboard.

“You know her,” Mitsuki smiled putting her pen to her lined paper. “She’s happy as long as we’re happy.”

“Don’t you think it’s about time you moved out and gave her a break?” Kumiko stilled the smirk that was threatening to break.

“Oh, not this again.” Mitsuki sighed, “It’s free and I don’t have to worry about much.”

“Yeah but think of the freedom you can have with your own place, or even with me.”

Mitsuki glanced at her sister, “I’ve lived with you my whole life, when you moved out…”

“Don’t say it.” Kumiko’s brow twitched.

“I was Free!” Mitsuki grinned devilishly.

“Bitch!”

“Slut!” Mitsuki retorted playfully.



Leaning back in her computer chair, Yumi sighed and clicked save before tilting her head back, arms limp at her sides.

Her amber eyes opened and saw that her silver cell phone was flashing with a message. Nearly falling out of the chair the girl took her head phones off and walked over to the table by her bed.

Putting the phone to her ear she listened to the message.

“Disguise?” She wondered then looked at the clock.

“AH! It’s already two o’clock!” She cried dashing to her closet to throw some clothes out then dashed out again.

“I have nothing to wear!” Grabbing her small red purse she ran from the room to only run back for her cell she left on her bed.

Closing her door she ran down stairs, past her father who was reading in the living room.

“I’m going out!” She called closing the door behind her.

“Have fun Yumi.” He said more to himself but with a small smile.



A black car parked just behind Kumiko outside and the person exiting the vehicle drew Mitsuki’s fiery red eyes, hidden behind the same black sun glasses her twin wore. She watched him enter the Café and clenched her fists.

“Mitsuki?” Kumiko wondered then glanced behind her at the counter.

Her eyes widened and she turned back to her sister.

“Mitsuki…just leave it.” She warned softly, her lips turning into a frown.

“I can’t…” The guitarist nearly seethed, “I would do the same for you.”

Mitsuki slid from the booth and walked after Yuki who was now carrying his coffee out the doors.

Kumiko quickly followed, she knew how her sister was when she lost her temper.

She shuddered slightly.

Mitsuki was already outside, running up to the novelist.



Dashing in front of Yuki Eiri, Mitsuki looked angrily into his gold gold. They looked at each other for a long tense moment.

“You bastard.” Thye guitarist ground out.

“I get that a lot.” He told her evenly, “But you don’t look familiar. I would rememebr someone as beautiful as you…withering beneath me…”

Mitsuki’s palm went across the novelists left cheek, seeming to draw everyone’s attention.

“Mitsuki!” Kumiko ran from behind Yuki to pull her sister back by her arms, restraining her as she pulled forward.

“How long do you intend to string him along?” The guitarist nearly shouted in her anger, “Relationships aren’t a damn yo-yo to play with, people get hurt!”

“You make promises then break them over and over, just like Shuichi’s heart!”

Yuki removed his hand from over the hand print on his pale skin, eyes nearly as angry as hers.

“Mitsuki, stop, just leave it…”

“No Kumiko!” Mitsuki ignored her tears as they rolled down her cheeks, “He forgives you over and over again and you just abuse him, like a toy!”

“He’s a fool.” Yuki stated not moving his eyes from her red ones.

“You’re the idiot!” She barked and laughed with irony, “You can’t even see what’s right in front of your eyes.”

“He’s not like him…” Kumiko relaxed her grip on her twin, sensing now the reason behind her anger.

Yes Shuichi was Mitsuki’s friend but his relationship with Yuki had stirred up something personal in her.



“He’s exactly like Tataki!”

“Sis…” Kumiko’s voice softened with her now sad eyes.

“He loves you with all his heart and soul and you use that to get what you want, how you want and pretend to show affection for him only when it suits your mood!” Mitsuki wrenched her arms away to grab the front of the novelists blue shirt.

“End it permanently and stop crushing his hopes so he can move on, with out you!”

Gradually lifting his free hand he knocked her hands away.

“It’s not your business.” He pointed out, walking around the twins to his car.

“Like hell it isn’t.” She slammed the car door closed before he could open it fully.

“He’s my friend and I won’t see someone as self-centered and selfish as you tear his heart to pieces!”

“What are you going to do if I choose to go back to the brat?” He leaned in to nearly whisper the cold words.

Mitsuki lifted the sun glasses all the way up to rest on the top of her head and suddenly smirked.

“Then it had better be because you want to love him unconditionally as he loves you.”

“Or what?” He smirked standing tall.

“Try me Eiri.” The teen threatened, “I am a shadow there for with out weakness.”

His eyes widened slightly at her statement.

They narrowed as she walked away, taking her sister’s arm to go back into the café.



A few minutes later Yumi walked into the café, Kumiko’s jaw dropped while her sister held her head in her hands.

“What are you wearing…?” The pale eyes songstress asked in a hushed voice as their synthestist sat down at the table.

“A disguise!” Yumi chimed, “I’m a Neko!”

“So much for not drawing attention.” Kumiko sighed brushing some of her black hair behind her ears.

“Oh my god,” Yumi suddenly gasped, “Did you guys see Yuki Eiri?”

“Up close and personal.” The beautiful singer told her friend.

“Wow, really?” Yumi’s wide eyes looked from friend to friend, “What’s he like?”

“A cold hearted bastard.” Mitsuki ground out.

Yumi frowned but she remained silent. Kumiko went back to her typing but her twin remained as she was. The synthesist ordered her tea then removed her own lap top to type away.



~*~



Stumbling down the steps in front of Hiro’s apartment, Kumiko caught her left heel in a storm drain on the side walk.

“Ah, Shit!” Her voice echoed down the nearly empty street.

Hiro bent down to help her, but she didn’t need it.

Instead she ended up kicking the guitarist in the face as she snapped her heel.

“Oopsy.” Kumiko giggled helping the man up, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’ll be fine. You on the other hand, sure you’re going to be ok?” Hiro asked, his eyes were kind when she looked into them.

“Don’t worry about lil ol me, I’ll be fine.” The taxi she had called had finally arrived.

Turning from the gaze they shared she ran towards the car yelling, “Matta Ne!”

Kumiko ran right into the taxi door. Fixing her hair she got in properly this time then waved to Hiro as they drove away.

“So where to toots?” The rather attractive blond cabby asked Kumiko before slowing down at a red light.

Hiro shook his head, “Sometimes she worries me.”

He climbed the stairs to his apartment and closed the door, locking it



Before Hiro could turn, his eyes were covered and his hands were cuffed behind his back.

Guided across the room Hiro played along. When he was shoved back on the bed the guitarist became slightly alarmed when hands unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans.

“Mitsuki?”

Not a moment later her lips placed a kiss at the tip of his semi-hard cock.

He gasped at the sensation. From the base to the tip, her silky moist tongue trailed before she completely took Hiro’s cock into her mouth.

A soft moan passed his lips.

Slowly bobbing her head up and down, Mitsuki pulled her hair back over her shoulders.

Massaging the guitarists thighs she deep-throated his now rock hard shaft to slowly pull her head up. Sucking the head of his length like a lolly-pop, she watched him fight not to lift his hips. Instead Hiro arched his back and moaned.



The moment SC’s guitarist released her captive, she herself became one.

Hiro grabbed Mitsuki to fling her on the bed, she rose to her knees but he grabbed the back of her neck.

Pushing her face down Hiro reached between her legs to find her jewel.

His expert fingers worked rhythmic circles around the little nub while his thumb teased her moist entrance.

Curling her body like a cat Mitsuki moved her hips back into his hand, her sensitive breasts rubbing against the cotton sheets.

“Hiro…” She breathed wantonly.

Her red eyes captured movement.

Turning her half shielded face to the left past the end of the bed, there was a mirror.

He removed his hand form her neck to position the head of his cock. Hiro thrust into her tight sheath, making her cry out and throw back her head.

Taking her hips in a firm grip, the guitarist pumped into his competition from behind.

Mitsuki’s soft cries of pleasure driving him on.

Closing his eyes Hiro tilted his head back, his hair tickling his bare back.



Hair like a black halo against the white sheets, Mitsuki’s hand were pinned over her head by one of Hiroshi’s hands. The other lifted her left leg over his arm, right before he plunged back into her slick cavern…



~*~



Kumiko looked at the cab driver through her Chanel sunglasses. A drunken giggle escaped her soft pink lips. The man bhind the wheel stopped in front of a high rise residential complex and returned the singer’s gaze.

A silence lingered between the two but it wasn’t to long before Kumiko was in his lap.

Her lips met his, warm and moist to the touch. Playfully she bit his bottom lip.

“Mmmm…” He whimpered, “You know…you look like…Kumiko.”

Opening the driver’s side door, Kumiko threw him onto the street. She took his key from the ignition then closed the door behind her.

“If you want this back…” Kumiko said holding up his keys, “You’ll have to follow me.”

She ran into the empty garden behind the large building.



To the singer’s drunken dismay, the cab driver was faster then her. He pinned her to a Sakura tree, fresh with blossoms.

“can I have my keys?” The driver begged.

“On two conditions, one tell me your name.”

“Tomaru, and the second?” He asked.

“You’ll have to go and get them…” The songstress teased as she dropped the keys into the front of her black lace panties.



Throwing the keys to the side with her purse, Tomaru grabbed her thighs, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. His hands shoving her skirt up while she hastily unbuttoned his pants. Quickly pulling her panties aside he slammed his cock inside her, electing a cry from her lips.

Grabbing her hands he pinned them above her head with his while his lips went to attack her exposed neck, kissing the soft flesh.

Kumiko gave over total control to the man thrusting hard inside her as Sakura petals fluttered down around them.

The bark of the tree was scratching her back but the ecstasy was far more worthy of her attention.

Her cries rang out through the garden and echoed off the building.

An older woman glanced out from her window then quickly closed the curtains with a blushing face.



~*~



Opening the door of the doctor’s office, Mitsuki froze.

Kumiko looked up and froze as well. The sister’s looked at each other in utter shock and surprise.

“What are you doing here?” They asked simultaneously.

“I got chased by a squirrel!” Kumiko quickly stated slipping into the hall.

“Liar!” Mitsuki laughed, “They don’t check rabies at a womens clinic.”

“Oh, Mitsuki…” Kumiko teased, “What’s that white stuff in your hair?”

“What?” Mitsuki grabbed some of her hair then stopped dead and glared at her sister who was laughing hysterically.

“You so got fucked.” The songstress laughed turning her back to her sister who grew a large grin on her face seeing the marks on her twin’s back.

“So did you, and very hard by the looks of it.” Mitsuki walked past her twin who tried in vain to see her back, looking like dog chasing it’s tail.

Looking up she saw that the guitarist was already turning the corner.

“Hey bitch!” She called, “Wait up!”

“Slut!” Mitsuki shot over her shoulder.



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