Masquerade
by Raydance
Part Three -
crucify my love
I don't believe it. The chances were 1 in a
million. I still don't believe I nearly fell for Kirisawa Fuuko.
crucify my love
if my love is blind
crucify my love
if it sets me free
never know never trust
"that love should see a colour"
crucify my love
if it should be that way
As Kurei walked away from the scene, he caught the eye of Neon. "Let's
go," he said shortly, hoping she wouldn't mention anything about not
dancing with him that night. Thankfully, she was too tipsy to say anything
coherent. "Okay!" she giggled happily.
It was a very drunk Joker and Neon who bundled themselves into the back of the
car. Raiha, Designated Driver, who was still sober (fortunately) got into the
driver's seat, and Kurei, not willing to risk being thrown up upon, got into the
passenger seat. They drove on, Joker, Neon and Raiha chattering delightedly
about who they had met at the party.
"I *hic* met this fine *hic* girl called Rinoa... but... it couldn't have
worked out... she's 3D."
"I wash actually danshing with this tall handshome male... he had the mosht
glorioushly long dark hair... but before the unmashking, he dishappeared."
Neon's words were muffled by slurring.
"*hic* Maybe he's a girl! *hic* Haha! Itai!" Joker collapsed into a
fit of giggles in the backseat after being whacked affectionately by Neon.
Raiha grinned into the rearview mirror at his colleagues who soon fell into
slumber. He turned to Kurei, who had been silent all this while. "Well,
Kurei-sama? Did you meet anyone?"
"No," he growled, warning Raiha not to say anything more. He clenched
his fists and felt something still in his hand. Looking down, he saw a cream-coloured
mask. He could still see her warm brown eyes peering out from behind the
eyeholes, feel her radiance, sense her presence. He closed his eyes, furious
with himself for still thinking of her. Stop it, Kurei. Don't dream about
her. Out of sight, out of mind. Eyes still closed, he stuffed the mask down
the side of the carseat.
The car holding Uruha drove on in silence.
"Oh, Hime, you were definitely the prettiest there! No question about
it!"
"Oh Rekka-kun!"
"I didn't get to dance with ANYBODY the entire night!"
"Domon nii-chan, maybe your emerald-green shirt blinded them!"
"Either that, or your looks did the trick."
The car was VERY noisy, except for a quiet member of Hokage who sat in the back
of the car, silently looking out of the window at the passing lights. In the
darkness, nobody saw the trails of tears on her cheeks, or the brilliant red
mask she held tightly in her hands.
swing the heartache
feel it inside out
when the wind cries
i'll say goodbye
tried to learn tried to find
to reach out for eternity
where's the answer
is this forever
Kurei strode purposefully into the mansion, leaving Raiha to drag the two
drunken members of Uruha back to their bedrooms. Kurei walked straight into the
den.
After much heaving and hauling, Raiha swore never to cook too much food for them
again. He wandered into the den, to see Kurei staring at the TV screen. Raiha
sneaked a peek. Sell-A-Vision?! He cocked his head at his master.
"Kurei-sama? Is anything wrong?"
Kurei snapped out of it. "Err... no." Kurei frowned at the TV, as if
actually seeing it for the first time. He switched it off. He sat there in
silence, slumped into the softness of the sofa cushions, gazing blankly into
thin air. Now, Raiha began to get really worried. Never before had he ever seen
Kurei like this! He opened his mouth to ask again, but Kurei raised a hand and
issued him an order.
Fuuko raced up the stairs, unwilling to let her team members see her in such a
sorry state. She dashed into her room and slammed the door, pushing the lock in
place. With her back against the hard wood of the door, she slid slowly to the
floor. She didn't cry now. She had no more tears left to cry. Go to sleep,
Kirisawa. Forget that cad. All men are cads.
like a river flowing
to the sea
you'll be miles away, and i will know
i know i can deal with the pain
no reason to cry
She reached up to undo her hair and into her hand fell something foreign. She
looked at the object. Dang it. Resting her forehead against her knees,
she sat in solitude, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. In
her left hand, she clutched the carpet; and in her right, she held three
entwined rosebuds just coming into bloom. Down her face ran tears she thought
didn't exist anymore.
Rekka dragged himself out of bed to open the door and immediately snapped alert.
"Kurei!" he spat out from between clenched teeth. "What the heck
are you here for?"
Kurei swept into the house, ignoring him. By this time, everyone else (except
Fuuko) had emerged from their rooms and were eyeing him warily. Kurei stood in
the center of the living room, casting his eyes to the staircase. "Where's
Fuuko's room?" he asked.
crucify my love
if my love is blind
crucify my love
if it sets me free
never know never trust
"that love should see a colour"
crucify my love
if it should be that way
There was a light knocking on the door. "Go away." Fuuko said.
Kagerou's gentle voice trailed through the wooden barrier. "Fuuko, open up.
This is important."
"No, go away. Leave me alone. I'm tired."
"Kirisawa Fuuko, open the door now." Kagerou's voice turned firm.
Reluctantly, Fuuko stood up to yank the door open. Kagerou stood at the door,
her hand raised as if to knock again. Beside her, in the shadows, stood a
familiar figure.
Fuuko tried to slam the door in his face, but Kurei's arm shot up to block it.
Fuuko pushed, but Kurei didn't relent and his eyes never left her face. After a
while, Fuuko felt uncomfortable. Leaving the door, she went to the window.
She watched the passing cars, her hands holding onto the sill so hard, her
knuckles turned white. Behind her, she heard the soft snick of the door
shutting, and the click of the door lock.
"What did you come for?" She said as blandly as she could,
half-turning to face him.
"I want to take you somewhere." His voice was equally emotionless.
"And I assume that I'm supposed to agree? To fall hard at your feet, lick
your boots and follow you like a puppy dog? Is that it?" Fuuko spun round
to face him, eyes blazing with rage. "Well, let me tell you something, Mr
Kurei. Kirisawa Fuuko is NOT a lovesick fool! You can go to the somewhere
yourself. I, I am staying here."
Kurei didn't move. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed, his gaze still
locked on her. The silence that followed was deafening.
Finally, he spoke. "If I should leave now, would that make you happy?"
"YES! It would! Get the hell out of here! Get out of my sight! GO!"
He clenched his jaw, but straightened. "Very well. But before I leave, I
tell you only one thing. Don't regret it."
She turned back to the window, refusing to answer him. And she heard the click
of the door. Startled, she turned, only to see a solitary red rose and a cream
mask leaning against the door frame.
'til the loneliness
shadows the sky
i'll be sailing down and I will know
i know i can clear clouds away
oh is it a crime to love?
Kurei left her, and went back to his car. You blew it, Kurei. he thought
as he gunned the engine. Is it really so hard for you to display your
emotions? So hard to admit love when you see it? Well, too bad, Kurei. She's
gone. Forever.
swing the heartache
feel it inside out
when the wind cries
i'll say goodbye
tried to learn tried to find
to reach out for eternity
where's the answer
is this forever
And as he made to back the
car out of the parking lot, he caught sight of a movement from the house.
"Wait! Kurei!" Fuuko cried as she ran out of the house. She ran up to
the car, panting slightly as she reached it. She stuck her head into the
passenger seat window. "I will go with you," she smiled a watery
smile. "No regrets." With a slight upturning of his lips, Kurei
signaled with his head for her to get in.
They drove through the deserted roads, Kurei speeding towards the beach. They
didn't say anything, and the car was silent, except for the radio blaring a rock
ballad.
crucify my love
if my love is blind
crucify my love
if it sets me free
never know never trust
"that love should see a colour"
crucify my love
if it should be that way
Kurei came to a halt, the
sand crunching beneath the tyres. He jumped out of his convertible, very careful
to look anywhere but at Fuuko. He didn't know what to say, now that he had her
here with him. He let out a puff of breath, and walked towards the water's edge.
Fuuko followed the silent Kurei, and together, they stood at the water,
listening to the soft lapping of the ocean upon the sand. "What did you
bring me here for, sir knight?" Fuuko asked quietly.
Startled, Kurei turned to shoot her a look. He turned back to the water, a look
of discomfort on his face. It was a while before Fuuko heard him reply. "To
apologise. In a sense."
The uneasy tension returned.
"You're forgiven."
"... Thank you... for understanding."
Fuuko smiled. "Wouldn't Kurenai do the same?"
Silence reigned.
Kurei was fighting an inner war. But soon, he turned to Fuuko and took a deep
breath. Kurenai would want this for me. I shouldn't hurt another person I
think I can love. Not if I can help it. "Fuuko," he mumbled as he
held her by the shoulders, "I think I owe you something." He bent his
head, and just as his lips brushed hers, fireworks spread across the sky above
them.
This time, the fireworks didn't interrupt their kiss. And if one looked close
enough, one would see feathers of fire enfolding them gently in an embrace.
At the car, a single red butterfly landed on the solitary red rose.
"Oi, Alanna, get back here!"
"Oh, Raiha, do you think that the red firework or the green firework would
look better? *flutter eyelids*"
"*sweatdrop* erm... how about the blue?"
"Okay, anything you say! Spleena, you heard the bishonen!"
END
goodness, the horrors of writing a love fic where
kurei is NOT ooc! *mumbles* well, here it is, raydance
awaits comments.
song: crucify my love
performed and written by: X Japan
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