//The maSKed//{Demons}L.A.I.R. Dante/Dorian's room

[Yuki]

Ah, the dance. A night for wonderous adventures, for romance, for dancing! For amazing things to happen, that's what a dance is all about, right?

And of course, a dance was for ruining a life too, if one wasn't too careful.

Dorian hadn't had the best of luck at the dance. He had been paired up with some people who he had never thought he would dance with. The Newbie to the Floaters--how painfully boring--one of his not-so-secret admirers, Cicily,--which actually turned out not so bad, with her being distraught about something that Dorian wasn't in the mood to ask about. And even more unexpected, he was paired up with the leader of the Pretty Faces, the infamous Celeste Worthington. How amusing, two people form the most elite cliques in the whole school, matched up together during a small dance. What were the odds?

Although, it wasn't all chit-chat between the two. Celeste had managed to realize that Dorian was bored to death by the dance (who wouldn't be?), and had almost threatened him. Normally, the best friend of the Handsome Eyes wouldn't really give much of a damn, but knowing how Celeste works her magic around the school, he knew he couldn't stand a chance. One wrong move, and his entire social staus would come crashing down. So, he had cleaned up his act, making it seem as though he cared more about dancing, and had done so for the rest of the night. He couldn't make Celeste have an excuse to call him out, so he wouldn't dare try to act bored again for the evening.

Besides, the devil woman seemed to have eyes in the back of her head.

So of course, when the dance was over, Dorian had rushed out of the ballroom, quickly making it up to his dorm (thankfully without Celeste spotting him again, so he hoped) and opened the door to his room. He and Dante, his dormmate, had one of the better rooms in the school, being apart of the most high-class cliques in the school. It was decently large, able to easily fit more than two people inside. The walls were painted a sandy color, which was fine for the two boys--not too dark, and not too drastically light.

There were two large beds in there as well, and the linens for Dorian's bed was a soft, cotton that felt nice on his skin. Dante had some other linen that Dorian didn't really like, cause he liked simple cotton. Cottono was nice, so cotton it was. But that was all Dorian cared about, anyway; size, bed, and color. Everything else was fine to him, and seemed just like home.

Just what he needed after a long night dancing with one who could ruin you.

So, the best friend quickly closed the door behind him, falling face down onto his bed and let out a sigh, groaning slightly. Hopefully, Dante had a better night than he had.

[Tsubasa]

A white, gloved finger carefully brushed a silky strand of coal hair out of his chocolate eyes. Soft, yet powerful footsteps mad either way down marble floors until they stopped in front of a wooden door. The very same gloved hand slowly grasped a Jewel-crested knob, turned it, and opened the door to walk in. This was his ROOM. Dante's room...and well, Dorian's room too. But that didn't matter. This was the only haven where he could be himself. His true, dark self. Not that pathetic fake that he pretended to be outside of this small world of a room.

Removing the light jacket that covered his torso, Dante through it onto the coat rack that neatly seated itself conveniently next to the door. The young man let himself shift back wards onto the door, closing it with his back He sighed, tired from the previous dance, and just leaned there for a bit. That is, until he noticed his friend face down on his Cotton bed. Heh, cotton. What a pansy. Dante himself preferred velvet sheets. Dark, rough, hot, and over-powering...just like himself.

Moving across the shiny wooden floors that creaked with every step, Dante seated himself on the same bed that his friend was positioned on. The fabric sunk as he sat down, creasing with his appearance. Putting a hand on Dorian's silky hair, the young man stroked it, and then without warning smacked it for good measure.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Dori-chan? I didn't think you this much of a loser to be sulking in your bed."

[Yuki]

Dorian had heard his good friend come into the room, but barely even acknowledged his return. He only kept his head down on the bed, refusing to get up. Even when Dante sat on his bed, he didn't look up, only feeling the bed slightly sink a bit deeper. He didn't even bother to look up when he felt Dante's hands fall upon his head, only groaning more. Seriously, Dante always seemed to be a bit caring towards him, and then out of no where, yell at him for no stupid reason, just being all angsty and annoyed at everything. Really, Dorian would've told Dante a long time ago to just let out all of his emotions instead of bottling them all inside.

Cause then he probably wouldn't have smacked Dorian on the head for no apparent reason.

This got Dorian's attention, immediatly snapping his head up and glaring at Dante. "Dante!" he snapped angrily. "First of all, how many times have I told you to not call me Dori-chan! And second of all, I am not a loser!" Ooh, how much Dorian just wanted to smack Dante right back. And gods, he really would have, but he couldn't. He was in enough trouble with one person as it was, and he couldn't be in trouble with two.

He groaned, falling back onto the bed, but facing upwards. He should apologize, right? He sighed, looking towards Dante with an annoyed look on his face. Really, being the Best Friend was just a bunch of pressure on him. "My apologies, Dante. I didn't really have the best night tonight," he grumbled.

"You see, I was paired up with Celeste, and you know how I hate these dances, right? So, she figured that out, and said that I'd be dead by tomorrow if I didn't shape up. I mean... darn it Dante, it just made me a bit annoyed. I had to act as though I liked it and... well, I guess I know how it feels to be you, right? You're always acting as though you love everything, even though you're hating it..."

He sighed again, looking back up at the ceiling. "It was just... a bad night, Dante. I assume that you had a better one though, right?"

[Tsubasa]

Hearing the rude words that slipped out of Dorian's mouth in a angry yell, the jet-black haired young man was about to open his own mouth and scold the boy. But before he did, he earned a rightful apology from the distressed friend of his and calmed down. Putting a hand on Dorian's shoulder, Dante listened to his woes of anguish and chuckled at his pathetic worries. Really, he knew that that would piss his hot-headed friend off even more, but he couldn't help it really.

"Really, you're such a loser Dori-chan. And I won't stop calling you that. I'll call you whatever I want to call you."

Dante chuckled agian, knowing how cruel he was being. But Dorian deserved it after how he snapped at him. That was the problem with his friend, he was such a hot-head. Dante didn't deal with well with hot-heads. It wasn't a mix at all. Adding fire to the fuel. The dark young man lifted himself off of the bed and stood up, straigthening his shirt.

"Sorry Dori-chan, but I thought you were better than this sulking weakling. You should face your problems head on. If not, then i'll just have to do that for you."

And by that he meant Celeste. He would find a way, he was sure of it. After all, this was Dante we were talking about. And whatever Dante wanted, Dante got.

[Yuki]

Gods. Sometimes, Dorian really just wanted to slap Dante right across the face. "Please," he hissed quietly, "Dante, I am not in a good mood. For once, will you just listen to me and respect my request? It always seems as though I'm the one who does everything for you; whatever you ask for, I do it." The aggrivated boy sighed, rubbing his temples as he continued with his angry speech. "Look, sometimes, I just want respect, alright? At the least, you can stop calling me a loser."

With that, he sat up in the bed, taking the gold and red mask off of his face. It had really began to itch him, and he figured that it would be good to take it off now before he forgot. Taking the mask off was also to get his mind slightly off of the dance, as well as off of his best friend. Really, sometimes Dorian would wonder if best friends would always do this to each other. He was pretty sure that Dante was the only one who would really push his friends around like he did to Dorian. There really were times when he would just wonder what would happen if he wasn't the Best Friend in the Handsome Eyes, and was just apart of another clique... if anything, it would probably be in the Brains, or at least he thought so. He's a smart guy, why shouldn't he be able to join it?

Because they're a bunch of socially defect idiots.
Right.

This was why he was in the Handsome Eyes, because he actually worked in that area. He could fit in, and it was the one he was most like. Which was why he couldn't leave. He'd just have to deal with Dante, although he could sometimes be okay... when he's not being an arrogant prick, Dante is actually a fun guy to be with.
Sometimes.

"So Dante, are you going to answer my question, or no? Did you have a good evening, or was it as bad as mine?" he asked with a smirk. Maybe this time he'd actually get an answer, and not just be ignored. Like he usually was with his 'good friend.'

[Tsubasa]

Dante 'tsked' with his tongue, not liking the way that Dorian was speaking to him. Really, today he seemed to be having a rather rude tone towards his superior. The brunette should've known better. But for once, the dark man let is slide. After all, Dorian was his friend. Friends were kind...but, on the other hand, kindness made people weak. And being weak equalled being a failure. Dante did NOT want to turn out like his out-cast brother. He almost shuddered at the thought.

Dark, chocolate eyes glared holes into Dorian's unmasked face, but then looked away as he sighed. Putting a hand on his friend's shoulder, he faked a grin at him, even though he knew that the brunette could see through anything that he did.

"I'm sorry for being a bastard Dori-chan. I won't call you a loser again, even if you dreadfully are one."

With that he chuckled, loving to piss his friend off. Hell, Dante loved to piss anyone off, it was one of his few pleasures in life. In reality, most people wouldn't know it, but this very same black-haired young man was a bit of a sadist. Other people's pain....made him feel better...he didn't know why, but it just did. Maybe because it gave him pleasure to think that he was happy when other people weren't. That was probably it. But Dante would never admit this to anyone, not even Dorian.

Sighing once more, he took his hand off of Dorian's shoulder and moved onto his own bed, starting to feel a little sleepy.

"My night, you say? Well, it was....pleasant...I got to dance with that Ara girl, you know, the friend of your dearCicily."

Once again, this proved the sadist point.

"She's rather a nice girl...I might look....into her a bit more. After that I danced with some other fools who I didn't bother guessing their identity. And now, here I am."

Yawning, Dante moved him self begrudgingly up from his bed and into the bathroom, grabbing his night-clothing from on top of his pillow on the way.

"I'm going to take a shower and then head to bed, Dori-chan. See you in a few minutes."

[Yuki]

Dorian crossed his arms at Dante, rolling his eyes at his friend's pathetic apology. "Whatever, Dante. Listen, I just want to be treated as a real friend, alright? If other people can do it... if your brother can make a few friends, then having one for you is a no-brainer, right?" Ooh, that'd probably end up making Dante angry. He knew of his friend's hatred for his brother, and really, Dorian found it pointless.

Even though Peter wasn't smart, strong, or anything like his brother, it really didn't give him an excuse to hate him like he did. Even Dorian sometimes gives him an apologetic look, as if he was saying sorry for Dante's poor behavior. Dante really did have to grow up, and learn that his brother is--gasp--a human being. Shocking, right? Really, Dante didn't have much respect for anyone, and Dorian was a bit annoyed at that sometimes. Sure, Dorian wasn't friendy with most people in this school, but there were some people who he thought were okay. He could probably name a few right now!

...
...
...
Nevermind.

At the next part of Dante's answer, Dorian almost shuddered. Ara? Sure, she wasn't that bad, but then Dante really had to go and piss him off. Mentioning her. "For your information," he said quietly, "I actually danced with Cicily. I'll say, it wasn't the highlight of my life, but it wasn't... that... bad... I guess. She was a bit quiet, really. As if something was on her mind," he told him. "So, I don't really care about your--"

Hold the telegram.

"...Wait, what?" Dorian asked slowly. Had those words really fallen out of his friend's mouth?
Dante
Liked
Ara?

Dorian snickered at this, and it quickly turned into a large laugh. "Oh, god, Dante... you like Ara, don't you? Please, that's the most humorous thing I've heard in a while. I'm sorry, but i can't expect you, leader of the omnipotent Handsome Eyes, to be in love with an Unloved. Really, I'd expect better of you." And with that, he burst out laughing, still not believing what his friend was saying. The day Dante liked an Unloved like that was the day Dorian would like Cicily.

And that wouldn't happen for a while.

"Enjoy your shower, lover-boy." And with that, Dorian fell backwards onto the bed, still laughing from that funny image. Dante in love? Not gonna happen.

[Tsubasa]

Dante was just letting everything his friend had been saying tonight slide, he had just passed it off since he knew Dorian hadn't had a good night....But this was going too far. How dare he speak so disrespectful towards him? And insult him? Laugh at him? Oh no, Dante couldn't let it go any longer. Now he had to make a stand.

Silently, the young man made of a face of no emotion. Throwing the night-clothing he had picked up on the floor lightly, he slowly walked over to Dorian and then without warning slammed him into the wall. He could hear glass objects fall as he slammed his friend with such impact, but paid no such attention to them. Moving his face closer to the brunette, his eyes burned with anger, but his face contorted into something deadly.

"How dare you speak to me like that? Might I remind you who is more powerful here? Or would you prefer to lose your status and your friendship? Because believe me, that can happen like that."

Dante snapped his fingers at the last word, and then used the same hand to smack Dorian across the face.

"I hope you can learn to watch.your.tongue.from.now.on."

And with that, he dropped his friend casually onto the floor, like he was a sack of potatoes. Turning around, he scooped up his nigh-clothing and made his way back to the bathroom. But, before closing the bathroom door, Dante turned around and smirked at the figure on the floor.

"Oh, and Dori-chan. I don't love. I never love. And never will. Don't make that mistake again."

And he closed the door.

[Yuki]

As soon as Dorian heard Dante stop walking, he knew something was terribly wrong.

He looked up towards his good friend only seconds before he had been slammed into the wall, crying out loudly. He knew he had pushed this man too far now, and this was definitely bad. He felt Dante’s hand tighten around him, and now he really had to get out of his grasp. Struggling, he tried pushing Dante off, but that would be pointless; his friend was much stronger than himself, and it was always he who lost in a battle.

He had looked Dante right in the eye during the angry lecture, watching the anger rage like a blazing inferno, engulfing tree after tree in a horrible forest fire. And Dorian was the next tree in Dante’s horrible flame. Each word in his speech was a spark to the fire, and it would burn Dorian more and more.

When he finally let go and left the room, Dorian winced as he fell, rubbing his neck. He didn’t even know why Dante had to do this sometimes, he was way too out of line. He had only laughed, and even if it offended him, he shouldn’t have the right to hurt Dorian like that. It was during these times when Dorian really wondered if his friendship with Dante was a good thing, or a bad one.

With a sigh, the confused boy got up, quickly getting into his sleeping cloths and getting into the bed. He didn’t feel tired at all, but he just needed to lie down. Just needed to sleep.
Just needed to get away from it all.
Cicily
Celeste
Dante
His life.

Being rich was never all that wonderful, you know.

[Yuki]

SOME TIME LATER..

Peter hated doing favors.

But this stuff had to be done, right? Besides, it wasn't that much of a favor, was it? He had gone downstairs to pick up some mail for himself, when he saw a package for Dante. From their parents, of course. Tch, Peter never got anything from his parents--only a letter once every few months to just tell him that everything was fine. That's all. What loving parents, right?

Yeah, if loving parents didn't care at all what happened to their son.

But, that was expected. Peter was known as a failure, and would always be labeled as a failure, especially from his parents. He did accept this though, and just wanted to make sure that no one else knew he was a real failure. So, he decided to do some people (including Dante) some favors. Which meant taking the package up to the dorm where his brother resided.

He was just going to leave the package by the door, but once he arrived, he quickly realized that neither Dorian nor Dante were in the room. How... strange. Were they both in classes now? Well, whatever, Peter should still just leave it outside the door and be done with it. But... he didn't. Strangely, he decided to walk in the room, and just leave it on Dante's bed. He looked around the room for a moment before guessing which bed was Dante's--the velvet one. Yes, Dante always had a thing for velvet... which was odd. But whatever.

Placing the package down onto the bed, he was about to leave when something caught his eye. Peter spotted something green lying on the bed, and this made Peter frown. What was it? The younger Yerami slowly walked towards it, and quickly realized that it was a journal. A journal? Dante owned one of those? Peter snickered, he never thought that his brother would want a journal. "Alright Peter," he told himself quietly, "just leave and don't look at it... don't look at it..."

Peter picked up the journal.

"Don't read it..."

Peter opened it.

"Stop..."

Well, that wasn't going to happen now, was it. So slowly, Peter began to read. There really was nothing important in it at all, but as he got farther in, he realized that something was wrong. These entries... weren't about the present.
They were about the past.
Their past.
Dante's past.
With her.

Peter immediately flipped through the pages, reading every last page--even reading them twice. He couldn't believe this, that Dante was talking about their past like this! Someone could read this! And learn... everything! Oh, this was bad!

But he continued to read, just wanting to find out what happened. And he got to the latest entry in the stupid journal when... when...

Peter dropped the journal, bringing his hands to his mouth and shaking his head. He almost couldn't believe what had been written down in Dante's journal... He... he... "He thinks I killed them?" he whispered quietly. "But... how? Why? Father... why did he... oh my god..." Peter shook his head again, trying to figure this all out. Leaving himself in the room completely unaware of everything else. Not realizing that anyone else could come into the room.
Forgetting about everything except for him and the journal. And the horrible truth that blinded Dante for the years to follow.

[Tsubasa]

Walking back from class, the dark-haired student made his way elegently up the wooden stairs, ignoring the giggles from the girls below. Really, such annoying creatures. As if they really thought that they had any possible chance with him whatsoever. It was actually a bit pitiful, and he felt sorry for them..

But not by much.

Smirking to himself, Dante reached the top of the steps and headed left down the corrider to his and Dorian's residence. Lately that same 'Dorian' had been pissing him off. He just would get mad at anything the top Handsome Eye did to or with him, as if Dante had done something wrong. Which he obviously did not. Dante was the victim here, and the brunette was being a pansy bitch about it. But that didn't matter right now. Right now he was going to make his way towards his room, undress, have a nice soothing hot shower, and then maybe write a few more entries in his journal to relief some stress. He had WAY too much of it.

When the student stopped at the door, he was about to reach for the knob when he realized that it was opened already. That was strange, since he was sure that Dorian was still in his class right about now. Raising an eyebrow in suspicion, he wondered if it was a theif, or a random fangirl/boy leaving a love letter. Quietly sneaking his way in without making a sound, he looked around and then almost jumped at the site.

It was him.

In his room.

Widening his eyes and clenching his teeth in raw fury, he felt his fist shaking as he glared astonishingly at his 'brother'. How dare he allow himself into his room without permission? That filthy little bastard probably came here to do only mischeif. Then, as he looked closer, he realized that Peter was holding his journal and reading it as if he had a right! The NERVE! The failure probably wanted to find a weakness of some sort in the older boy so that he could betray him yet again. As if once wasn't enough.

Growling, he stomped his way over to the brother and smacked him right across the face without hesitation, eyes gleaming with hatred.

"What the f**k are you doing here you little RODENT!"

Grabbing the book out of his hands before he could react, Dante snarled in all the anger.

"You planning to betray me?! AGAIN?! HOW DARE YOU!!"

[Yuki]

Peter was so absorbed into the book, so absorbed into the lies on the pages that he didn't even realize it when his brother entered the room. He had heard something in the room, but didn't dare look up until he felt a sudden pain across his cheek, and he let out a shrill yelp before realizing who had done it.

Shit.

Frantically, the younger Yerami brother moved back further onto the bed, eyes widened with fear and worry of his brother. The book, he realized, had managed to fall out of his hands--or did Dante snatch it away? Either way, the journal was gone, and Dante was still in front of him. Peter tried to speak, opening his mouth to start but having only small noises come out, as if he were an animal.

Finally, he was able to muster the courage to speak, but his sentence only came out in stutters. "W-w-well," the poor boy spoke quietly, "t-there was a p-package, and I-I thought that I w-would just give it t-to you, but y-you weren't there s-so I--" (by this moment, Peter did realize that he was rambling but continued on anyway) "--went in a-and I saw t-the journal and I-I picked it up a-and... and t-then..."

He took a breath before continuing, voice getting lower and lower throughout the long monologue. "I s-saw that you... that Father told you that I was the one who k-killed them." Peter's voice was in a whisper now, and you could hear it shaking the entire time he spoke. But he kept going, looking into Dante's dark eyes the entire time. "But, Dante, w-why would you believe him? You hate him, don't you?"

Now, his bravery was starting to come back, and he sat up a bit straighter on the bed. "So, why would you believe him? Because you didn't want to b-believe (damn that stuttering!) that you were a murderer?!" Okay, he'd probably get smacked again for that comment. "Still... it was a mistake, Dante. You have to accept that it really wasn't your fault... besides, no one knows that our family was even involved with that murder... we could just pretend it never happened..."

A small smile crept upon his face, as he realized that maybe Dante really would change. Although that chance was very small... who knew? "So... I mean, we both know that it was a mistake, so what if we just left it all behind, and tried to become friends again? What do you say to that, Dante?"

[Tsubasa]

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Dante's lips drew back in a vicious snarl, and his eyebrows creased with anger. He just couldn't believe the shit that was spouting from that goddamn failure. Everything he was saying was probably fake, set-up. He bet that pathetic stutter was fake too, just to make him believe this incredulous act. There had only been a few times when the student found himself this angry, and it had been a while.

"Sure, I hated him. I STILL hate him. But that doesn't mean what happened wasn't true!!! You f**king framed me for their murder you little jealous thingy! You're lucky I didn't beat the living shit out of you!!!"

Hearing Peter start to lose his stutter and fear, Dante realized that he was beginning to lose the act. Hah, he was a failure at even that. A good liar never lost what he was doing...Dante knew that from experience. And then he heard something that pissed him off even more.

"Murderer?!"

SMACK!

The pale boy felt a bit of a singe on the back of his hand after smacking the boy yet again. But he ignored it, as the anger was cloudingx the rest of his senses.

"How DARE you call ME a murderer! The only murderer here is YOU, YOU f**kING ASSHOLE!"

Now it was unbelievable that the boy could keep up with these stupid excuses. Pretend it never happened? How could he?

"You keep forgetting who pulled the trigger! You keep forgetting who was blamed by the girl he loved! YOU KEEP FORGETTING WHO HAS TO RELIEVE THAT EXPERIENCE EVERY NIGHT FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE! SO HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT I COULD PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED!"

This was the last straw. Dante grabbed Peter by the collar and shoved him up to the nearest wall. He could feel himself shaking from the mere rage spouting through himself.

"Friends again?! Don't make me laugh. We were NEVER friends. At least....Not to you. You were probably faking it all along weren't you? Planning it out from the beginning because you were just so GODDAMN JEALOUS."

[Yuki]

Each time a word fell out of Dante’s mouth, Peter took another step back. He hated it when his brother was so mean… so horrible! He felt a tear slide down his cheek, and he barely had the courage to wipe it away. This was so pathetic, being scared to death by his own brother.
Then again, who isn’t?

“D-D-D-Dante,” he choked, trying again to reason with him, “p-please believe me, I—“

SMACK!

He screamed, bringing his hand to his cheek in pain. That really hurt! He kept it there for a minute, breathing heavily as the bruise from his brother’s hand hurt more than anything he had said. “I-I-I didn’t do it, Dante! I s-s-swear! W-why would I… w-would I want to kill A-Alice’s parents!?” he practically yelled. Now, he didn’t seem to care if anyone heard. Who cared anymore? His family could probably cover it up, anyway—espionage was the Yerami family’s top trait. Sadly.

As Dante kept screaming, Peter just looked toward the floor, biting his lip. “D-Dante,” he said, “I-I guess you have a p-point, but… I didn’t do a-anything! I-I really didn’t know they were her parents!”

One teardrop fell to the floor.

“Dante, p-please believe me…”

Another one.

“We used to be such g-good… good friends.”

A third.

“We’re n-never returning to t-that, are we?”
And this made Peter wail.

Ooc: God this was so bad. I sorry. ;__;

[Tsubasa]

Red clouded his vision. Red was the anger that he felt. The fury, the rage, the betrayal. Every word that spouted out of this faker's mouth just fueled that rage on more and more. His teeth were clenched and he felt like he was going to burst. Dante couldn't think anymore, he just couldn't. It was starting to hurt. He needed to calm down. Taking a deep breath, he tried cooling down the heated senses of his, taking a step back and then letting out his breath. Still, he couldn't stop glaring at the boy in front of him. Even when Peter was smiling, laughing, scared, or crying, Dante could only see one expression on his face. A smirk. A smirk that said 'I've ruined your life and soon I will get you again'. It was a curse that blinded the older sibling. He knew that deep down inside of that little act of his brother, Peter secretly hated him and wanted to ruin him over and over again.
Dante always acted superior to his brother. He always acted on top and composed. He always tried to instill fear into his brother's head, and acted as if Peter could never complete a single thing. The boy was useless, no threat, not at all.

But deep down inside.

He scared Dante.

And he was probably the only one in the world who did. Because he knew all his secrets, and had wronged him in the past. So, he could do it all over again.

And he was scared shitless.

That was why he tried to instill fear into his brother's heart, to always make him know who was boss. So that in hopes he would never try anything.

"No. We'll never be friends, you ruined that chance. Don't you f**king DARE think that we could ever submit to that-- That I'd lower myself down to that."

Slap

Always instilling fear.