Aya featuring My Girl: VANILLA

English translation by Writ

Gackt's POV is written by: Aya

Hyde's POV is written by: My Girl

Chapter One

Gackt

I put my legs on the table. The cigarette glows by my lighting. I'm watching the noisy telly with bored expression as a low voice fills my living room. A light smile enters my mouth while I'm letting out the smoke. This beautiful blond has been stirring my fantasy recently. I adore his voice and the way he moves. Right, but I want to hear his moaning while he's tumbling inertly of desire under me.

I grab the screenplay from the table.

It will be a perfect endorsement. From every point of view. I guess I won't be bored in the next few months. My cute blond victim also. He will back out. I'm enjoying even the thought of it. Despair will appear in his eyes. It's obvious, since he has a wife and a child. I bet in a good hot sake that he won't be able to resist me. Nobody is.

I flip through the printed piece of screenplay I'll give to my future actor-partner. Better to get ready. I finish the cigar and put it to the ashtray, then I throw the bunch of papers back onto the table, then I go into the bathroom and get off my robe with one simple movement. If I want my perfect plan to achieve in all pieces, today I have to persuade him to accept my offer. He has to undertake the other leading part of Moon Child.

Manipulating. Oh yes. That's what I'm good at. Of course that leading part fits him, but that's not a coincidence. He will realize it, maybe. Or he will not. Maybe he will realize it by the time he's laying under me in bed.

I just can't get this guy out of my head. I won't calm down until I get him. And after that? No, I never have anyone for more than a few nights. I like my lovers, but I just can't get them into my bed for longer periods. My rival will definitely have the same end. His eyes have wildness while he's singing, but he still has some mildness and helplessness. And I will use this for my own good. I have a relish for him whenever I see him, and I have to put an end to it by having him.

I get out of the shower and get dressed. I put on a black shirt and a pure white suit. I have to go.

I move out of the garage with my car. I love to drive. I got used to it: everyone stares at my black sport car while I'm going through the streets with it. Not as if everyone didn't stare at me myself without it, though. I have enough of the fact that my cute face has more price than my talent. Of course I can push and pull the media as I please. Only a few stars can do it. And it's power. I also want to raise guilty gossips with my film on purpose. And all of the chicks will be nuts about our pair with my sweet singer.

I booked a reservation in one of the most expensive and exclusive restaurant. The waiter lets me to the curtain-separated table. I sit down on the floor covered with red velour. My really use-for-sex victim hasn't arrived yet. I button out the top one button of my shirt in order to let him have a look at my chest. A good start is the key of everything.

There's no way of saying "no". There's can't be any disagreement. I will win. I will take him off his legs with me. He's motivating me. Like that boy motivated me with his piano-playing. Everything's OK until he gets to know that I want to feel him within my hands. I want to have him for myself.

I lit a cigar again. The smoke leaves my mouth slowly. The ordered hot sake fumes on the table. I drink it with one gulp. That fits yet. Fits yet, because I ordered it to be my seal to the bet, and the bet's score, who is now pulling the curtain and entering between the closed walls.

I look up at him. Hideto Takarai, you'll be mine.

Hyde

When he called me, I thought I'd just let the phone slip out of my hands. I have been a j-rock star for enough time to know: there are just a few things what can surprise me. Now he made me wondering for a couple of moments whether I was a boy or a girl.

Of course I had already knew from the news of musicians' world that he never hesitates if he wants to reach something. But how do I fit into it? Just what does Gackt Camui, Japan's maybe most mysterious and most popular rock star want from me? That's what I didn't have a clue about, even when I was preparing for the dinner of ours.

We never had a good connection. We were playing our own music with our own bands, we sometimes met on the bigger festivals, but he haven't shown any signs of even noticing my existence. I also wasn't in any personal contact with him, but I thought he was an interesting person. His scandals, his outspoken lyrics and his new-world-opening music gave him an extremely wild but yet mysterious image, which was also tried to be copied by other bands, of course abortively. Gackt was a unique and unrepeatable character.

I remember, when I first saw him on a live show, he was squirming in scanty leather coat, which drove the audience crazy. He was moving in those narrow clothes in a way like he was born in them, like he was going to take them off just because he wanted to bring more joy with his naked body to those who deserve to touch him. Until that, I had never seen anyone dancing as hot, not even a woman, as he did on the stages. Not staring at him was impossible. I thought I had got a clear answer to the question why was my rival called "the sex god of Tokyo". And, who knows, maybe I was jealous of him, because he could wear this sex-symbol-image so naturally, moreover he made this role his own, and played with his audience's senses with visible enjoyment.

He was another world, or, I thought he was, until I heard his voice at the other end of the line. His invitation was as straight and open as we'd known each other for ages, and I just accepted it without realizing it... and without knowing what the heck will I do with my rival at the same table.

At last I had only one opportunity: getting to know what does he want from me.

I was preparing for a longer time then usual, like it wasn't just an ordinary meeting. My wife mentioned jokingly that I was acting like I was going on a date. At that time I laughed at her. But when I saw him as he shot me his lupine and resistless look, somehow I didn't feel it that funny...

Gackt

I'm smiling inside. He seized me. That's what I hoped. Like he goes in fear of me. I look at him for a long time. He notices, and he looks a bit confused. Breaking him will be a pleasure.

"I'm glad you came" I say in the end.

"My pleasure, Gackto-sama."

So sweet, the way he bows his head to me. I return it, then he sits down in front of me.

"What do you think of a bit of sake for the beginning?" I look at him forcefully.

A bit of burning hot sake. I'd like to water him myself.

"Hai, that would be great."

The sake was delivered within a couple of minutes. We emptied the two little porcelain cups at the same moment. I pushed my seal on him. I didn't stop staring at him, but he was denying my looks.

We ordered meals, and after that he turned to me interestedly.

"To tell the truth, I was really surprised about your invitation... I wonder why did you think about me?" he smiled at me confusedly.

I lifted the screenplay in the folder and gave it to him.

He looked at it with an interested expression.

"Open it" I asked.

He did as I asked, and put out the knitted papers.

"I would like you to read it."

"Now, or is it OK in the next few days?" laughed he when he saw the thickness of the book. "Anyway you could tell me about it before. Moon Child? What's this?"

"Screenplay. Mine. I'd like you to play one of the roles. To be correct, Kei's role."

He stared at me with shock, then an unbelieving smile ran over his face.

"Me?"

How cute. I hope he will be the same shocked when I kneel down in front of his legs.

"Yes, you. The role perfectly fits you. I wasn't thinking for a log time about who to give it."

Now he will be more confused, or he'll simply know what's all this about, or he'll tell me he'll take a look at the screenplay.

"It's really pleasuring that you thought about me, but... I'm not an actor. I've never played in a film before, and I don't know whether I was able to do it.

Then he got confused. I guessed it right. Now comes my persuasive performance.

"You would be perfect for the role. I can't imagine anyone else. And, you know..." I bit my lips as I look at him "since what I saw about you during your career, I think..." now I'm looking at his neck, then at his eyes "... I won't find anything wrong in your acting."

I hope the same goes for bed. But I'm sure about it too.

I can see he doesn't have a single word.

"It's kind of you" says he while he grabs the box of cigarettes on the table. Auxiliary action. Senseless body-talk in order to cover his unsteadiness caused by my looks... Perfect. "Anyway, I'll read the screenplay to know what role do you want me to play."

Oh, I want him to play a really complex role. I'll tell him later the part of acting my lover.

"But I tell you something at the beginning" I grin at him. "You cannot say no!"

"Why do you want me for this that bad?" he raises his eyebrows, but he's smiling while he blows out the smoke.

As he's sitting in front of me, the whole himself, he keys up my senses. He looks better than in the television. I had a feeling about telling him the erotic part of my justification, but at last I decide at the natural part of the truth. The truth of desire can wait.

"I've told you already. It can be played only by you. Your personality totally fits the role."

"So does that mean you were thinking about me when you wrote the role?"

I can see now he's a bit more relaxed. His question is just innocent joking, while he can't even presume that he blundered up the entity.

Catch.

"See as you please, Hyde-sama. The role is waiting for you."

Hyde

I draw into my almost finished cigarette while waggling my head unbelievingly. I've paced into one of the most absurd situations in my life when I came into here, behind the curtains. Here, in front of me, sits the man whose one look Japan's half woman community could kill for, and this look is staying on me instead. And what's most galling in this, that this look is really confusing for me... Like he had some hypnotic powers which are keeping me looking at him again and again.

I must admit that he's good-looking, much more good-looking than I remembered. Moreover, when I met him face to face, I could feel on my own skin how overtaking his style can be.

You cannot say no - that's what he said, and I was shocked to see that I really couldn't say no. The truth is that this role is stirring my fantasy, and who knows, maybe it's time for a new challenge, what is not music. I knew him enough to know that this screenplay I'm holding in my hand will be definitely successful. If someone, he had the ability to draw everyone's attention, and I had a feeling that he wanted to do something huge, what with he can be on top of Asia again. The only question is: what part does he want me to play in this?

"I'll think of your offer" I tell him at last, quelling my cigarette. First I wanted to read the screenplay before I promise him anything, but he's still grinning at me in a way like he'd exactly know I couldn't resist...

The curtains fly as the waiter comes in with our meals and puts it in front of us. We start it while I try to break the sudden silence.

"Let's say I'll like the story and undertake the role" I look at him thinkingly. "When would the endorsement start?"

"Within three weeks" he answers. "And you have three days to answer me."

I sign. He does it very well. Three days aren't enough to really think it over. I will say yes before realizing it. I guess this is his exact plan.

"I have a good reason for asking these" he adds while still staring at me. "Does my offer suit now?"

"As far as I remember, you said I can't say no" I answer cheekily.

He smiles appreciatively.

"I see. So your answer is yes" he looks at me pertly.

"You'll get to know three days after today" I tell him mysteriously, but he looks at me like I said a certain yes.

"All right. Three days after today at my place."

And he continues eating like nothing had happened in the last few minutes. He's getting on my nerves, this guy! I wonder what's on his mind, what's that he wants to reach so badly. I know he wants something... and I obey, and I just don't have a clue why. Maybe this is what's called enchantment. Of course I can say it's my natural curiosity, but that's just a lie for my own calmness. Still I can see that he's too certain in himself already, but I won't let him be more. Well... as I can see he wouldn't need it.

Now he raises his sight and looks at me again, tearing me out of my thoughts. Oh my God, is it his usual look, or is it just for me? It causes me an odd, uncomfortable feeling, but still... so prickling... and I just cannot put it anywhere. Of course he's smiling at me again like he knows everything, and while he eyes me up and down, I know he enjoys the fact that he makes me confused.

Just what does that smile want to mean? What do you want from me, Gackt Camui? And why do I have the feeling that the roleplay is just one part of your plan?...