Song: Masquerade
Musical: Phantom of the Opera
Note: Song has been cut off to my liking. Ohyesss.
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade!
Hide your face
So the world will never find you!
/ Satoshi-sama. Satoshi-sama… /
Atop the roof and all alone, Satoshi buried his face into his hands, trying to force Krad's echoing voice out of his heard. / Go away. I'm at school. / Letting all his physical walls drop, he huddled into a small ball against the roof's railing, trying to hide from Krad, from himself.
/ Satoshi-sama, I am very disappointed with you. What you did is unforgiveable. /
Satoshi scowled visibly, an expression that looked almost unnatural on his usually stoic face. / Go away, / he repeated angrily.
The irritation in his voice sparked Krad's interest and he resumed his prodding. / Satoshi-sama, stop trying to get rid of me. /
/ I'm all you have. /
Satoshi unfurled himself from his ball, standing up suddenly and staring lividly into the sky, as though Krad was up there smirking down at him. / No you're not! /
/ It's the truth, my dear vessel. Because of all the cold façades and fronts you put up, no one likes you. No one dares to approach you. You have no one. /
/ Maybe I wouldn't have to put up all those fronts if you weren't in me, waiting for me to feel enough so you could take over my body. /
Krad was silent.
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade
Masquerade!
Look around–
There's another mask behind you!
/ Now I'm going to say this one more time. Go away. /
/ Very well, Satoshi-sama. But we will talk about what you did. And you will be punished. /
Satoshi waited several minutes as Krad's presence faded into the back of his mind. Sighing, he leaned over the edge of the roof and stared down at his fellow classmates, who were all enjoying their lunch break below him.
There was laughter among them all. Laughter and happiness.
The sheer blissfulness and ignorance of them all astounded and angered Satoshi. Why did he have to be the one forced to put up all sorts of walls to block away happiness?
His gaze floated from one student to another, his rage building at the sight of each one's smile. Life was like a celebration to them, while it was nothing but a burden to him. Why did he have to be the only one at the party wearing a mask?
Flash of mauve, splash of puce
Fool and king, ghoul and goose
Green and black, queen and priest
Trace of rouge, face of beast
Suddenly, all that filled Satoshi's vision was crimson; and ironically, it was that bright shade of red that extinguished the red-hot anger pooling at the pit of Satoshi's stomach. Daisuke…
Just how he had gotten on first name basis with his enemy was the sole reason as to why Krad was infuriated with him, but Satoshi brushed that thought out of his head as he continued to stare at the redhead.
Daisuke was seated on the grass, surrounded by his three closest friends. Riku was beside him, Takeshi across from him, and Risa kind of in the middle of the group. Satoshi stared at the four blandly, intently studying them with his eyes and dissecting them with his brain.
He, a Hikari, had been forced to put up a cold façade because of Krad, his curse. But, as he continued to gaze down at the group of friends with his hawk-like stare, he couldn't help but to wonder to himself, What's their excuse?
Faces
Take your turn, take a ride
On the merry-go-round
In an inhuman race
Eye of gold, thigh of blue
True is false, who is who?
Curl of lip, swirl of gown
Ace of hearts, face of clown
Saehara Takeshi. He was the class clown, the one everyone turned to for laughter, and the one everyone went to for news on Dark. He was the aspiring reporter, as he very loudly exclaimed almost every day.
But Satoshi knew that just wasn't the case.
Takeshi didn't want to be a reporter, Satoshi had found out one night after a failed attempt to catch Dark. He had been gazing out an open window where the thief had escaped through and saw Takeshi in a tree right next to the building. However, the brunette wasn't excitedly snapping pictures or recording Dark's escape, despite the camera around his neck.
He had been engrossed in a book about cooking.
It hadn't struck Satoshi as strange at the time; he knew the boy always had to cook for his father at home. But when Takeshi began to show more of an interest for economics than for the girls begging him for pictures of Dark, Satoshi understood.
Takeshi wasn't the carefree clown everyone thought he was.
Faces
Drink it in, drink it up
Till you've drowned
In the light, in the sound
Harada Risa. She was the superficial airhead whose attitude was linked with the stereotypical blonde. She was pretty, spoiled, and incredibly obsessed with Mousy Dark, the elusive thief on everyone's minds.
Of course, according to the status quo, she would have to be. She was incredibly beautiful, and so, she would have to fall for the sexiest guy alive.
Strangely enough, Risa had a secret crush on the boy no one would ever spare a glance at, the class nerd. He wasn't exactly a looker, but he was considerate and nice, something Risa found endearing.
Satoshi had found out by accident. The boy sat next to him in class, and one day Satoshi had found a piece of paper belonging to him on the ground in between them. Out of sheer curiosity, he had picked it up and discovered that it was a love note from a 'secret admirer.' Satoshi was one hundred percent sure that Risa was the only girl who dotted her i's with stars when trying to disguise her writing.
The boy would probably never find out who his secret admirer was.
But who can name the face…?
Harada Riku. She was a rough girl, the girl no one wanted to mess with because of her hot temper. She played lacrosse and had even tried flag football for a while. She was the epitome of tomboy.
Most would assume that she had never tried on a pair of heels, let alone owned some.
But then again, what Little Miss Osaka couldn't walk in heels?
There had been a month of school Riku had missed a semester ago. Risa had insisted that she was visiting a pen pal in Tokyo, but even she seemed a bit sketchy on the details.
Satoshi hadn't been surprised to see a web article on the annual Little Miss Osaka pageant while researching for traditions of the city for school; there had been a big pageant one town over, and no doubt there would be more elsewhere in Japan. What had surprised him was a picture of the winner: a slim brunette girl with short hair and pretty brown eyes.
Riku was a beauty pageant queen.
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade!
Take your fill–
Let the spectacle astound you!
Niwa Daisuke. Now he was the most obvious boy in the world. He was absolutely ordinary, if not overly nice, overly naïve, and overly unselfish. Satoshi knew him well. Of course, the boy had a deep secret – but Satoshi knew his secret.
And so, Satoshi thought he knew everything on Daisuke.
Daisuke was an innocent, compassionate boy who had nothing much to conceal concerning his personality. There was nothing Daisuke would hide from Satoshi; after all, they were in the same situation, caught up in a family curse. He was just Daisuke, awfully considerate, exceedingly pleasant, and easily embarrassed – no strings attached.
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
At the sea of smiles around you!
Very confident advances.
Surprise. Immense surprise.
Dark passion.
"D-Daisuke…" A pleasured groan.
A low chuckle and the almost noiseless smack of a mouth against impossibly pale skin.
Again. Noiseless smack. Again.
Heated flesh. Again. Noiseless.
"Mm…" A moist trail of kisses, leading up to a pair of very willing lips. The capture of those very same lips.
Long, pale fingers, pushing the slightly tanner face away. "Why?"
No answer. Only a feral grin. An aggressive swoop forward.
The swapping of spit.
Masquerade!
Seething shadows, breathing lies
Masquerade!
You can fool
Any friend who ever knew you!
Beneath Daisuke's cheerful, naïve, generous mask was a centuries-old secret.
And beneath the secret was something not even Satoshi could imagine.
Suddenly Daisuke looked up, his bright scarlet eyes locking onto Satoshi's. The gaze was held innocently for several seconds before cherry gems darkened somewhat. Satoshi tried to look away, tried to wipe the surprise off his unguarded face.
He failed.
Their gaze remained intact, and his face remained unmasked; an opened book.
The memories of yesterday – the reason why Krad was so enraged – filled his head, and oddly enough, Satoshi found himself wanting to be the only one at the party wearing a mask. He wanted his mask back; he wanted it desperately. The seconds ticked by like hours and the blunette felt his face flush uncontrollably. Oh so desperately.
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs, peering eyes
Masquerade!
Run and hide–
But a face will still pursue you!
Long, pale fingers, pushing the slightly tanner face away. "Why?"
Daisuke winked saucily.
No answer. Only a feral grin. An aggressive swoop forward.
Satoshi's nose nearly bled.
The swapping of spit.
Perhaps Daisuke wasn't the most obvious boy in the world.
Killah: I just wanted to add in the fact that the most obvious songs from musicals (like the uber sappy love songs that obviously paint a romantic picture) won't be the first songs on my mind when I update this story. I like the idea of more subdued lyrics that can inspire me to shove fluff up my characters arses. XD I mean, from The Phantom of the Opera is totally FILLED with love songs; I chose this one because I really like it. Plus we all know Satoshi is a masked freak, so I played off that and added my own twist.