by
VanillaMint
part 2
`I remember
The times I sat alone in my bed
In the middle of the night
I remember wondering
Are you human?
Or just a puppet
with strings attached to heaven?'
In deep slumber he was. His face a still porcelain
mask with his lips
painted pale blue with darker shades at the edges.
His long lashes
twitched as his lids fluttered but not opening.
Still he lay on the
bed, his hands and legs bounded from freedom,
Mana looked like a French
doll with his golden curls framing his face and
upper torso. Gackt sat
at the writing desk with the wooden chair turned
around so that he
could gaze at his beautiful sleeping princess.
Outside, it was dark; the sun gone to rest for
the night but the rays
were still visible, casting the dusk sky an eerie
glow of purple. The
heavy curtains flapped a bit when the night breeze
cooled the room.
Mana remained in his unconscious state.
" Isn't he beautiful?" Gackt whispered to the
female apparition next to
him.
The ghost didn't reply but she smiled silently.
Her long black flowing
hair almost touched her waist, the fringe cut
just above the brows. She
was only a child; she didn't look more than fifteen
but her face was
made-up like a typical geisha. Her lips were
flowering red on her stark
white face with her cheeks blushing pink. Her
kimono was soiled and was
no longer bright as it once were but the golden
obi was still neatly
tied in a drum knot.
" He looks like an angel from heaven, doesn't
he? I don't know. Have
you been to heaven, Chiyo? What does angels look
like?" Gackt
continued, eyes still on Mana.
`Chiyo' seemed to float across the room, her sleeves
draped over her
arms to prevent it from sweeping the floor. Kneeling
on the floor, she
raised a hand to Mana's face and gently flicked
off a lock of hair from
his hair. Gackt watched in fascination as the
fingers seemed to go
through the fine strands of hair.
" Yes, he is beautiful like an angel," she whispered
as she tilted her
head upwards to look at Gackt who smiled back
at her.
***
`Where am I? My head hurts so bad...I can't breath.
It's so
dark...Where am I?'
He blinked at the carved plaster ceiling above
him, carvings of
blooming pink roses caressing the otherwise plain
surface. A groan of
unease escaped his lips as he tried to stretch
his limbs. Trapped to
the mattress, he yanked at the rope that help
him in place but they
refused to come free. He felt a headache tapping
his skull. Dropping
back to the pillow, he squeezed his eyes shut.
He remembered saying
goodbye to Kozi and Yuki, remember walking down
the empty hall...then
Gackt was there, Gackt had kissed him and...
Mana could not help but choke at his recollections.
Confusion ate at
him so much that he felt he could scream if not
for the terrible raw
condition of his throat. It felt like it had
been rubbed against
sandpaper. Coughing violently, he felt his eyes
tear but could do
nothing to wipe the extra moisture in his eyes
away.
Gackt seemed to materialize out of thin air. Sitting
down on the
mattress, he held Mana's neck and brought the
glass of water to his
cracked lips. Mana felt the cool liquid running
down his throat,
soothing his thirst. Mana thought sarcastically
that he would have been
grateful if not for the fact that it was Gackt
who made him like this
in the first place.
After Gackt placed the empty glass down, Mana
could not help but eye
the vocalist. He was still the same despite his
new look with his
ridiculously bleached-blonde hair. It was that
smile that exuded a kind
of warmth and kindness but also sad at the same
time.
" What do you think you're doing?" Mana sounded
terribly hoarse and
angry. He pulled the rope that snaked around
his left wrist to imply
his words, all the time glaring at the vocalist.
" Are you hungry, Mana-chan?" He didn't seem to
hear a word Mana had
said.
Mana frowned as Gackt came back to the bed. He
stroked Mana's forehead
and cheeks like a mother would do to her sick
child.
" Camui..."
" I'll fix you some food, okay?" he said in a
casual manner.
Mana had to admit, he was scared at his ex-bandmate's
odd behavior. But
he did not intend to let it show. After all,
putting that mask on
wasn't that hard for him since he had worn it
for so long to camouflage
his true feelings for Gackt. He would never tell
Gackt that he took a
liking for him, would never admit that he had
been heartbroken not only
for the band but also for his personal reasons
after Gackt left. So why
let the mask crack now?
" Camui, what is wrong with you?" Gackt didn't
hear the concern in his
voice; he had already left Mana's side. Mana
could hear his calm
footsteps padding down the stairs before it faded
to total silence.
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