~8-15-10~ [1st update: 9/26/10] [2nd update: 1/19/11]
A/N: Hello there, mates! ^w~ This is my first fanfic on this site, sooo I hope you enjoy it! It's an elaborated songfic inspired by a video of Gakupo singing "Paradise of the Mirage". I'll give yall a YouTube link to it if you want to hear it (just type in the rest) : .com/watch?v=r4qW5NISF5A
Summary: Kaito is exhausted after a long day of school and tutoring. But going straight home is not an option for a mysterious blue butterfly that spirits him away from reality to its master's home...~
Disclaimer (just in case): I do not own Vocaloid, nor the characters in Vocaloid.~
Paradise of the Mirage (a songfic)
A bright blue butterfly flew freely through the dessert, searching for what its master had requested of it. The creature materialized in the modern day Japanese city of Tokyo just as the dusk had begun to let itself known before the inhabitants of the streets with its shadowy presence.
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Kaito Shion tiredly strolled through the buzz of the crowd that shared the sidewalk going in the direction of his apartment building. It had been a long day at the Vocaloid Academy, where the boy studies music and music composition, and for the third night in a row he had to stay back and mentor younger Vocaloids. Kaito thought, 'Jeez, I'm so exhausted… I love to help everyone out, but I have other things to do, too… like sleep. And eat ice cream!'
All of a sudden, Kaito remembered that he had run out of ice cream back at his place! 'Shoot,' thought the 18-year-old. 'I have to get some ice cream before it gets dark…' Ignoring his fatigue, the Vocaloid turned around and went the opposite direction toward the nearest convenience store.
He must have turned too quickly; his vision slowly became slightly impaired. The blurriness of his surroundings veiled over him as if he were about to black out. Kaito normally would have panicked at this, but at that moment he noticed a floating blue aura appear before his eyes. 'W-what is that…' inquired he as the small blue glow came closer to him. Kaito reached his left arm toward it, but could not reach it. The blue light turned into a mysterious-looking butterfly, inexplicable because Kaito had never seen such mesmerizing arabesque* patterns on such a little creature before. It appeared to be the only clear object in Kaito's view at the moment, so his full attention was on the butterfly alone. As it started to flutter away from him, the boy walked after it, picking up pace as it flew faster and faster…
'Where am I going,' Kaito asked himself in a daze, sprinting after the strange winged insect. 'Why do I keep running after this butterfly?'
Kaito did not realize that he was no longer in Tokyo until he suddenly felt the heat of a whole new place. The hard and thick pavement of sidewalk, as if by magic, had turned into what seemed like endless mounds of sand beneath the young man's feet. He ran and ran until he finally tripped and collapsed face down on the soft dusty grain. That was when Kaito's glazed view of the world finally returned to normal. He looked up, blinked twice, and let out one of his famous feminine screams.
"What the-? Why am I here? This isn't Japan!"
The little blue butterfly made its way into Kaito's sight once more, paused in the air, and waited.
"You... did you bring me here?" he mused out loud, almost in a whisper.
Of course the butterfly said nothing in reply. It started to fly onward again.
"H-hey! Please, wait up! I need answers!" Kaito had no choice but to keep trailing after the butterfly. It was the only option he had, seeing that he would be stuck in the middle some random desert alone if he did not chase it.
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The Vocaloid trudged after the butterfly for what seemed like countless minutes. He almost gave up, until he saw the beginnings of what looked like Arabian-styled palace roofs and towers. "Finally, civilization!" he exclaimed as he found motivation to run for a little longer. 'Maybe someone there can explain how I got here…' he hoped internally. By the time the two had arrived, the moon was already revealing its presence in the deep, shady-blue sky.
'Nightfall, already, huh?' reflected Kaito as he stepped onto the pearly pavement of the Arabic palace. The butterfly directed its follower to the large twin doors of the huge building. Kaito hesitated in awe at the wondrous yellows and reds and blues of the walls and dome-shaped tops of the encampment prior to knocking on the thick brown and gold doors. He looked at the butterfly that floated in front of his face. It flew over to a long rope that hung from above.
"Oh, you want me to pull this, don't you?"
The butterfly waited.
Kaito took the rope by its fancily weaved knot and gave it a good tug. He perceived the ring as one of the deepest bell sounds he had ever heard. The heavy doors started to open inward and the boy smiled for whoever answered him. There was no one there though; just an extravagant, golden sparkle of an entrance that nearly threw Kaito aback in both fear and amazement. The butterfly proceeded through the doors with Kaito walking behind it.
He looked around at the fascinating Middle-Eastern decorations and antiques that were displayed in the room he entered. Actually, the room was roofless; an outdoor place. The doors shut quietly behind him. Arabian music from an unknown source softly resonated throughout the beautiful new world. The butterfly soon fled the scene when Kaito was not paying attention to it, and when the boy turned back around, he felt lost without it.
"Butterfly? Ugh, where'd you go now?"
A change in the lighting, due to night clouds passing over the moon, interrupted him from speaking more.
"I've been waiting for you."
Kaito jumped at the deep male voice that spoke just then.
"Who was that? Where are you?" Kaito said this with a hint of anxiety in his tone.
The voice chuckled lightly. "I am over here," it responded from Kaito's left. The lighting of the moon reflected upon a man lounging on a chaise longue* [French for "long chair", like the one a person lies on during a therapy session]. His right arm rested on the top of it while his head leaned on the back of his right wrist. He looked amused at Kaito's shocked expression.
Kaito had never seen a man like this before. There was a royal and graceful presence to his features: He wore a loose, black, sleeveless top on his light-colored skin that revealed his slender belly and a tattoo of a purple butterfly on his right shoulder, baggy-yet-fine blue-gray silk pants with a purple silk scarf around them, two necklaces – the bottom one thin with blue glass shards and yellow pearls hanging from it; the other thicker in width, brown with a golden pattern/lining and a pink gem in the center of it— a gold and brown wristlet on the wrist that supported his head, two golden bracelets on the other one, golden hoop earrings with blue glass shards, tiny yellow pearls, and a pink glass shard in the loop for each, topped off with a small, thin blue scarf with dangling yellow beads crowned upon his head of purple hair, which freely flowed straight and long all the way down his back.
He was beautiful.
The mysterious butterfly that had guided Kaito all the way to this palace abruptly made its way to the striking man's index finger and rested on it.
"I am glad you have finally made it to my 'Paradise', Kaito.~"
The man announced these words with a warm smile on his lips. Kaito watched as they parted and closed with every word, every syllable. 'Such nice lips…' Kaito could not help but think before he realized what he had just thought. 'Wait, what am I thinking?' A blush ascended the blunette's once-pale cheeks. He also noticed that this stranger had called him by his name.
"H-how do you know my name?" Kaito queried the stranger, trying but failing to make eye contact due to the beauty of the man's sharp face.
"I know many things about you, Kaito, and I've been aching to meet you."
'That doesn't answer my question…' Kaito thought. He closed his eyes and said, "What do you want with me?"
A pair of strong hands that cupped Kaito's left hand immediately opened his eyes in surprise. And, to Kaito's misfortune, the eyes that he did not want to meet gazed intently into his own. He stood there, frozen at the shocking light blue of the royal-looking man's pupils. They resembled crystal marbles, or even replicas of the moon, itself, which happened to keep this man in its natural spotlight the entire time he stood in that room. Kaito's blush deepened.
The embodiment of pure perfection raised Kaito's hand to his chin and said sincerely, "I want you to join me in the feast, tonight."
"Feast? What feast?" asked Kaito, although he was almost breathless to even utter another word right now.
"The feast of Paradise!" chuckled the man grandly, breaking the union of his and Kaito's eyes. "We just need to get you out of those clothes and into something more… comfortable.~"
"More comfortable?" Kaito wondered out loud, thankful that he could find the strength to speak again. He looked down at his clothes: A dark blue shirt with sleeves that reached his elbows, brown khaki pants, and white sneakers with a blue and yellow pattern on the sides clothed his body. He already seemed pretty comfortable with what he was wearing. "Oh. That's not necessary," he said matter-of-factly.
The man glanced him over and pointed out, "Well, I still want you to embrace my traditional lifestyle.~"
Before Kaito could protest another utterance, the stranger clapped his hands twice and two maidens in white silken garments—one with long sea-green hair and one with long pink hair—came out from the corridors and bowed to their apparent master. Kaito thought the two looked familiar…
"Miku, Luka," started the royal-looking man, "Please escort my lovely guest to the clothing room and freshen him up a bit, won't you , ladies?"
"Yes, Master," the two maidens replied in unison as they grabbed Kaito by the shoulders and dragged him against his will to the clothing room.
"W-wait a second! I never agreed to-" Before he could finish his sentence, the door was shut after him.
"Yes, tonight will be… most interesting…" smiled the master of the palace to his butterfly servant that returned to his finger a moment after his guest was taken away.
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*Arabesque- Here, an application of repeating geometric forms (a pattern).
*Chaise longue- French for "long chair", like the couch that a person lies on during a therapy session.
A/N: How did ya like that first part? I hope it wasn't too boring... It'll get better soon, I promise! Please Review!