This is my first story which I have published anywhere. Sadly, I don't own Gackt, Hyde, Moon Child, or anything else.
The lightning brought him out of the daydream. It had been sunny, warm – a day he experienced long ago. That had been his last day.
Rain pounded the roof and old windows, making them rattle. Sounds of the tap running upstairs would have been inaudible to other ears. But not to mine.
The other man was in the shower – slender, delicate, and deadly. He had often fooled unwary people, tricked them with beautiful smiles and kind words, consumed them. He had done the same to the man listening to the storm.
That time, the last day, had been a life time ago, and yet he remembered it in vivid detail, but also incredibly vague. The cadence of the sunlight as dusk fell, the exact smell of the air – heavy and expecting rain – the sheen of the other man's clothing, everything. But yet not everything. The chronology was forever lost, forgotten, constantly eluding him. It was a spectre in an ephemeral mist, tantalizing. As with every time that day had wandered into his thoughts, he was forced to try to remember.