He knew for sure. He knew that at least. He was not here to see Gackt. He wouldn't lie to his wife. He stood behind the curtain looking out at the audience. They looked so happy. So secure. He wasn't here to see Gackt. He looked at the performer. His body twisting to the music the sound sending shivers down his spine. Hyde smiled a bit. Gackt was so moved by his music, it lived in him, there was no escape. Hyde had the impression he would die without it. It really was a life or death situation every time he went on stage.

Without realizing it he had managed to spend the whole song gawking at the star. He wasn't here for that. A new song began as Hyde tried to turn away. Every song held so much energy so much of Gackt's soul, but some had a raw attracting power and Hyde felt that power welling up in the opening of the song. He knew this song. Vanilla.

As the song was still starting he was stared down by a guard. The man wasn't impressed with Hyde. This was mostly do tho the fact that he didn't know he was Hyde. He had covered himself quite well and only his fans and...Gackt would be able to tell who he was. The man also had taken a disliking to Hyde due to his lack of enthusiasm for being backstage. The man had know way of knowing that he had been behind this stage many times before and at least he wasn't on it.

This guard was going to make leaving without sharing his identity impossible. Hyde sat down on a crate and sighed. He watched the show. Sitting on the crate was a bad idea. He could feel the vibrations of the drums. The music was filling his whole being. He could feel the need that was dripping off of Gackt's voice. The guitar was beautiful. The sound was perfect. Hyde felt himself reacting. His lips wrapped around the words and sang them softly too. His voice mingling with Gackt's.

Gackt let his gaze scan the area. The crowd was pumping. It was perfect. Sweat was spilling down his face. He grabbed a hold of his guitarist. They were very close, sharing breath. His eyes were glassed with want, need, desire. Gackt let his hands trail over him. The lights were so warm and pressure on them all so great. The whole world seemed to be feeling the same way right now. Everyone felt unfulfilled. Everyone was begging to get closer. He couldn't see straight. His next lines swam between them as the both spoke the words voices mingling.

ah ikutsu asa o mukaereba ah yoru wa owaru no darou ka

ah sora ni chiribamerareta ah shiroi hana ni kakomarete yuku

ah If we welcome how many mornings ah Will the nights probably stop

ah Scattered in the sky ah White flowers surround us

He let his gaze wander only this once, he looked to see the happiest backstage fans, groupies and roadies. He smiled for just a minute, then he saw him. As soon as the words were escaping his mouth they were reflected by the alabaster angel. His soft pale skin flushed and his hair sticking to him do to sweat. He was here. He looked back to his crowd to his band to the world. the only thought in his mind now, he is here.

Hyde kept singing, begging his body to stay still. Listening to Gackt's music felt like sex. Like sweet wild passion that he shared with the world. Hyde's covering had fallen and for a split second it seemed like Gackt had seen him, but that didn't matter. He wasn't here to see Gackt.

The lights dimmed and while the stage tried to cool, the feeling simply overpowered it and It seemed to only heat up. Gackt bet over slightly in the dark and said his one word before the lights returned: iku. Go.

That was the last strand of Hyde's will. His hips began to move to the music softly rocking back and forth. The vibrations sending fire though his skin.

Gackt peeked. For a moment he had panicked thinking he would leave. He had to see, he had to still be there. He turned his head and almost choked on his next words. Hyde was bent back like a bow, his head thrown back in lust, biting his bottom lip till it bled. His whole body was reacting to the sound, his whole being processed by the music. His hips ground the air as if waiting for an invisible lover. His body kept moving higher as if trying to find something to make contact to, someone to release him from the spell, to join him in the dance. His movements got more desperate. Plunging deeper, harder, faster. Listening as I ordered for just that. It was like watching someone ballroom dancing on their own. Beautiful and lonely.

Even though he was doing that he still seemed so pure. His hands rested behind him holding him off the crate. He let the music take him, rub him release him. His hips waiting to meld with the sound. He moved so fast, so rhythmic, in perfect time with the song. In the last few seconds of the song he lifted to his highest point and stopped strung like a bow. Shivers ran through Gackt as he saw the music let Hyde go. His whole body shuddered and then he fell to the crate blood dripping down his chin. His beautiful skin white, his hair stuck to his face with sweat, his eyes deep and boundless, An alabaster angel once again.

"Gackt?" The voice of his band-mate seemed to bring him momentarily out of his post show staring contest with the curtain. His eyes lit with sudden remembered bliss.

"He...He..." Gackt seemed unable to explain in words what he had experienced.

"What were you doing during the end of the show? You sang but kept looking off-stage instead of at the audience." He trailed off when he saw a small smile creep onto his usually stone face.

"He was here." He ended lamely.