| For My Dear by Dreamdragon |
| In a candle-lit room, the lone figure of Gackt Camui sat unmoving on his well worn sofa. Dark brown eyes lay hidden behind his hands, silent tears trailing down. On the wooden coffee table in front of him, blank music sheets and broken pencils lay scattered over the glass top. A mug with day old black coffee sat forgotten near the corner closest to him. "Gackt?" the person on the line asked. "Its Mana." He had lost it. The music that had flowed so easily through his very being was gone. Vanished. One simple phone call three days ago had brought his entire world to a stand-still. "I....I have something to....tell you." Since then, only silnce filled the void. The stereo was on, but no music emerged. In the corner, the glossy black piano stood untouched, collecting dust. The joy from my heart at our sudden meeting says "Maybe it'll be over before I know it..." those forebodings scare me "Kami's.....dead..." the voice on the phone said. "What?" Gackt's fingers convoulsed on the reciever. A sigh. "Kami....is.....dead." The last word was choked. "He's gone." Time froze. "Been gone for the past coupla days." Gackt was no longer listening. 'How can he be dead?' his mind screamed. 'We talked on the phone just last week. We-we drove to the beach the day after. He was...... fine....' He swallowed the lump that caught in his throat as the voice, as Mana, explained what had happened. Gackt half heard what was being said. 'Must not cry. Can't cry. Won't.... cr-' The phone fell from numb finger. And then I gazed into your eyes Without understanding anything He could hear his old bandmate yelling for him. The voice sounded distant. Faded. His mind attempted to organize cluttered thoughts as the voice continued screaming. His knees gave way underneath his weight. Weak arms pulled and struggled to get his body on to the sofa. The cushions welcomed his suddenly weary body. They're not forever changing, so how many phantoms Like memories and dreams could you file away Memories resurfaced as he struggled not to cry. He struggled to keep his emotions at bay. No good. He remembered the times they would drive to the beach. The need to escape the loud noises and bright lights of the city overwhelming. The soothing splash of the waves crashing into the rocks echoed in his ears. He could still feel the sand shifting beneath his body as they sat side by side, each last in their own thoughts. The stars and full moon illuminating the deserted beach. Eyes locking for a split second, peace filling the emptiness caused by the stress of the music business. No words were needed or wanted on these nightly trips. And now I gaze into your eyes Without changing anything "Why did you have to leave me here alone, Kami?" Gackt asked out loud. No answer. Greif-striken, he slumped back onto the sofa, the energy from the coffee finally leaving his system. Eyes emptied of their tears closed. Sleep claimed him after three days of nothing but sorrow and black coffee to keep the dreams he so feared away. Somewhere, a clock struck six as the sun began its ascent over the Tokyo skyline. He was dreaming. He knew that. There was no other possible explaintion for what he was seeing. He stood in the middle of a huge field. Light green grass spread as far as the eye could see. Tiny flowers of purple, white, and gold dotted the expanse of green ocean. Trees grew far apart, offering shade with their broad leaves. Soft cottony clouds streaked across the pale blue sky lazily. A lone hawk circled overhead, it sad cry echoing in the silnce. "Gackt." The noisy intrusion startled the lost musician. He had thoguht that he was the only guest in this beautifully empty world. With deliberatly slow movements, he turned to face the one who had spoken his name. Something in the back of his mind whispered that he should know the owner of the voice. If I strech out my hand, the smile I reach is fleeting If I close my eyes, I want to hold In billowy white pants and tunic stood Kami. His long red hair danced inthe wind before resting over his shoulders. A smile graced his lips. "......Kami......." Gackt gasped, unable to believe that it was indeed his deceased friend who stood before him. He stunbled towards the redhead, shaking hands held out streched. Trembling fingers toughened by years of piano glided over smooth cheeks. "H-how is it that...you're...here?" Tears threatened to eascape The smile faded. Kami opened his mouth to speak. Nothing. No words emerged. Just like when he was on stage as the drummer of their band, he was forced to be silent. A sudden gust of cold air pushed a gigantic cloud into the path of the sunlight, enshroding them in shadows. Gackt jerked his head up towards the sky, surprised by the sudden lack of light and warmth. The harsh motion casued the tears to pave trails down high cheekbones. |