Black Love, Twisted
Rating: T
Disclaimer: DGM belongs to Hoshino which is good since I can't draw as well
Warnings: Nothing unless you can't stand OCs… weird. Slight Tyki OOC
A/N: First attempt on long story, story linked to one-shot Be My Valentine with same characters and such. This chapter was partially influenced by a short story I read- Art Lover (however that book was a bit silly). Sorry for the late release... been studying, and it takes hours to produce one chapter since my brain processes ever so slowly. Black Order stuff comes out later so the current beginning will be slightly off-DGM. Plot will explain things. I hope :X
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One Last Look
If I have a chance to turn back Time I would definitely seize it
To choose not to have met you or even to know about your existence
It would be most excellent to stab you in the heart cold-bloodedly,
Than to have both of us dying of an aching heart
Dawdling death hurts most
Yet you made me see the light at the end of the tunnel
And I can't help but to say…
Ai shite imas
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"Her strokes explored colours and actions, showing movements on a flat surface," Tyki Mikk noted to himself. "Splendid."
The art museum was pleasantly peaceful, just a few off-season tourists milling about the lobby, self-consciously trying to tick off all the boxes on their itinerary to mark the number of artworks they have seen. Or survive through. He had been here for a gazillion times, so much so that he knew the curator of the museum.
"WHY?" A shrill, almost too piercing to be considered a whine.
"I-e. Why don't you just stay at home and play with Lero?" Tyki asked Rhode. It was meant as an order and for once, Rhode stopped her childish demands at once. She had wanted to tag along but Tyki felt that she was most probably going to wrack havoc in the museum. Thus spoiling my divine evening. She was a lovable girl all right, it's just that a man needs his private time too. And the thought of Rhode in the museum scares him.Shudders.
Tyki climbed the aged stairway leading to the second level of the art museum leisurely, where works of local artists were exhibited, landing each steps lightly and with grace. He didn't want to spoil the silence.
Chua Ek Kay
Read the sign on the door, among with the other long list of names of the other local artists, as Tyki entered the first gallery. Once inside, Tyki observed that there was no one in the room. Excellent. He began to study each piece with detail, some in a few seconds, while others in just a few minutes. The man in suit took notes of those that had affected him, sometimes imitating the way the work was drawn in his drawing pad. Some works had left a deep impression, others not even a mark. It was not to say that the artist was not skilled, it was just that their views were not the same, and Tyki did not felt any connection. Yet some did left a deep connection.
Well, better start on my purpose and stop idling.
Tyki was looking for a graphite-done mega-scale work, which depicts the tedious yet emotional feeling of writing a musical score. His friend was the one who did the work, yet he wasn't sure where the painting he wanted to find was hanging. Thankfully, Tyki found the painting in the next room quite quickly.
And her.
A lady standing right in front of the painting he was looking for. Dressed in a black and white mini-dress with a gray cardigan, she looked like part of the graphite art, except something much better. The lady was scribbling in a notebook in the way art students do, but it's rare to find them here, especially when it's a school day.
Sensing his presence, the lady moved from her position right in front of the art work to the side to accommodate the new arriver without looking up, and Tyki joined her.
He looked at her while she observed the painting. Tyki wouldn't help it but took in her profile. A lady might be too old a word to describe her, as she looked too young to be considered a woman, too old to be a kid. Her features were delicate, yet her eyes evoke a sense of sadness, emotional and yearn for hope. Tyki could sense curiosity and respect for the work as she studied the art. Petite-sized, her height just reached his shoulder, and Tyki could easily peep over to see what she was drawing. A rush of protectiveness came over Tyki, but he could sense determination and strength in this young lady. This lady needs no help. The young lady glanced at him with a polite smile, and moved further away from him.
Oops. Too close for comfort. Tyki realized.
Brief eye-contact were exchanged during the move, and the lady intended to continue her note-taking but something in the tall (and uncanny) man's eyes caught him and made her hold on to the gaze. His windows of soul were golden in colour, fiery yet affectionate. There was something mysterious and captivating about him, and the prominent mole under his left eye finish up this piece of art. And he was looking directly back at her, as if awestruck too.
What am I thinking? Shoo! She snapped out of her thought bubble.
The lady took the initiative and broke the connection as she looked away. Her cheeks flushed as she hurriedly took to her pencil and drawing pad again, deliberately avoiding anymore eye contact.
Pleased, Tyki decided to take a step further. He didn't intend to flirt, just plainly wanting to know her better. There were so much more about he wanted to know even though they barely met for a few minutes. A thirst to be satisfied and it was definitely not lust. However there was a problem: he had never had any trouble starting a conversation before, but he almost stumbled over his words this time round. If only there was a dummy's guide to conversation in his brain at this exact second.
"Um hi, lovely artwork don't you think?" Tyki finally found the words to break the ice.
"Oh ya. I agree," the young lady answered. Her voice was soft, slightly monotonous and smoothing, and though it came with slight reluctance, she was still willing to converse.
Silence. Great, what a prefect way to start a conversation. Now she'll most probably think that I'm so sort of creepy pervert.
"You come here often?" The soft tone came again. She didn't expect herself to start a new topic, but couldn't resist continuing the conversation with the man. His voice, with a slight hint of Portuguese accent, was mesmerizing. Yet the monotonous voice was intended, since she did not want to appear too OTT.
"Yep, whenever there are new display series. My purpose today was actually to find my friend's work, which is right in front of you now. And I'm sorry if I disrupted your thoughts and work." Tyki didn't know what to say, and was desperately trying to link everything to a common topic to prevent awkwardness. He couldn't even believe he was actually feeling shy if not for his hands which he did not know where he should be putting. For the first time, it felt awkward to have hands.
"Oh that. It's okay. About your friend… oh my god that's fantastic. Can you help me pass a message to your friend that his work is simply fabulous?" There was finally excitement in her monotonous voice, a change of tone in it.
Tyki smiled. "Of course, and he'll definitely be delighted to hear that. Oh and I forgot about introducing myself." He removed his glove and offered his hand. "Tyki Mikk, pleased to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, I'm Fuyu Black." She shook his hand firmly. It was as if time had frozen when their hands came into contact. And it was only broken off after a few seconds.
Intentionally ignoring the ineptness just now, Fuyu smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry I really have to go now. I have an appointment later and this was supposed to be my last stop. It was really nice meeting you and I sincerely hope to see you again."
"Oh it's alright. Have fun later in whatever you're doing. Hope we'll meet again." Tyki replied with fake optimism, as he tried to mask the disappointment that their conversation was far too brief.
Tyki looked on as Fuyu left the room, his eyes lingering on the spot where she had last been. Not long later, something struck him. "Darn it! I forgot to ask for her contact!" He cursed, and before deciding to run after her. But she had long left the building.
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Fuyu took one last look at the museum before she stepped out of the place.Tyki Mikk… she couldn't resist but emphasize on the last syllabus with her lips. Sounds like lollipop. Sweet and cute. Then something caught her attention.
A little girl was standing at the entrance of the museum. Alone. It was rare to see children here, especially those dressed in Gothic Lolita style. Fuyu walked up to the little girl, and asked "Girl, are you lost?" in which the lass answered her after taking a lick at her lollipop. "I-e. I'm waiting for my brother." She grinned.
"Okay. Then be careful okay?" said Fuyu, as she walked away, finding the child adorable yet slightly sinister.
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"Tyki!" shouted the little girl as she skipped energetically to the man in suit.
"Rhode! What are you doing here? Were you up to any mischief? Did you do anything to anyone?" Tyki squatted down to match the child's height and questioned her. He was still recovering from the regret previously, and now was slightly annoyed to have to worry if his sadistic family had harmed anyone.
"Nope, I've been a GOOD girl." Rhode chirped. "Other than talking to a lady I met outside, if you consider that as doing anything to anyone."
Tyki's ear perked up when he heard that. Now that was something interesting.
"Well well. Then let's hear all about that while we go home, shall we?"
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A/N: Heehee. Sorry if I bore you out with the art crap and shallow descriptions. Chua Ek Kay was actually a real artist who had died recently after losing a battle to his health problems. I decided to mention him since I enjoyed his works which I recently viewed a few months ago. And sorry if Tyki's OOC.
Ai shite mas : ILY
I-e: No