Waiting for the Future…?
*All elements of Mystere and Kooza belong to Cirque Du Soleil; all elements of Vegas belong to the State of Nevada.
"Well…THIS seems familiar," Moha muttered as he and Trickster sat in the same restaurant Trickster had had him meet at some time ago…only this time, they were both here not for formality, but for a quick bite, "but still, WHY such a formal restaurant…while we look like THIS?" Moha asked, gesturing his and Trickster's casual wear.
"Well, I like going against the norm…and there are PLENTY of casual looking people here!" Trickster said, gesturing around their love-seat table.
Moha looked around…sure enough, there were a lot of people, surprisingly, in casual clothes…
Including two women, happily talking and laughing, at the table where a certain Black Widow had sat when he and Trickster had first come to that restaurant…the thought made him blush…yet strangely, he no longer hid his blushing face behind his jacket, shirt, hat, puppet or any form or another of a wall of defense. In fact, he seemed comfortable with Trickster seeing his face scorch hot red…like there hadn't been a good NUMBER of times THAT had happened…the thought only made Moha-Samedi blush even more…
Trickster seemed to read Moha's thoughts clear as a bell as he chuckled, looking forward towards another familiar table…
"And to think that night you WILLINGLY hid your head in my shoulder," Whispered Trickster with a grin on his face, "Because of the dark dancer sitting at the table across from ours…"
Moha-Samedi looked to the table across from theirs, remembering Black Widow's piercing gaze…now there was only the two women sitting there, happily laughing and smiling. The sight was actually an immense relief to Moha-Samedi, as if the sudden thought of being on a casual outing with only one person of the same gender wasn't a curse.
"SPEAKING of the Black Widow," Trickster's voice suddenly cut through Moha-Samedi's thoughts, "You looked so sad when you mentioned La Belle's name earlier…WHICH, as I recall, was the reason I suggested our first meeting here-"
Moha sighed, feeling a dryness in his throat as he knew what the explanation he was about to give his "Friend-slash-one-sided-LOVER" an idea of…if only as imagined in a TRICKSTER'S mind…
"I-L-La Belle…when she…told me she was with Gabriel, she reassured me th-that she and I were still good friends…but-"
"But you were still heart-broken?" Trickster asked softly…he knew this was a sensitive subject for Moha-Samedi as the man in pink took in a deep breath…
"I-I went straight to my room-"
"And wept your heart out?"
"No-! Will you let me finish?"
"Right, sorry," Trickster said, backing off his companion's case…Moha continued;
"I stared out the window at the stage…for what seemed like…FOREVER…then I went up to the roof to get some fresh air, clear my head…"
"And?" Trickster whispered, trying to pose the question without butting in again.
"I-I could feel the tears…running down my face…yet not for lost love…for my heart…was STRANGELY not broken…"
Trickster blinked in surprise at this…he'd ALWAYS known how…DEEPLY Moha-Samedi felt for La Belle, even though his need for Authority did little in helping to show his more compassionate side…but to suddenly admit…and to HIM, a TRICKSTER, of ALL PEOPLE (From Moha's point of view, make no mistake) that he was no longer in love with the woman whom he'd loved for SO LONG-?
It fascinated Trickster as Moha stared down at his hands, as if trying to contemplate his own emotions and desires…
"So…you're certain-?"
"Yes," Moha responded in a hushed whisper, "It's just…not the same when I'm around her anymore..."
"Because of Gabriel?" Trickster asked
"…No…no I-I don't think things have changed anymore between me and Gabriel as partners since the beginning…" Moha shook his head as he said this…but was caught off guard when Trickster gave him a look that was both foreign yet all too familiar to Moha-Samedi…a look that matched the words now uttered from Trickster's ruby-red-lips…
"Was it because of ME?"
Moha gulped…he KNEW IT…he KNEW this day off was to get…NOT ONLY into his SHIRT…but his HEART-!
No, no no no no No No NO! He would NOT be seduced, NOT TODAY! That was NOT-! The reason…Belle, with Gabriel…TRICKSTER…NO-YES? No, NO-!
Moha's head began to spin as his heart started beating in his chest…it was true! He HAD been feeling distracted by Trickster's attempts to catch him off guard, away from Belle, his duties, his puppet's annoying gibber…even BRIAN seemed like the LEAST of his worries now-!
Suddenly, both Moha and Trickster's attention was caught from a high pitched giggle from the table across from theirs, where the two women sat…one was now happily, teasingly poking the other's arm…the second was running an affectionate hand through the first's hair…
Moha gulped at the sight…Trickster grinned as he leaned over and whispered in his ear…
"How do you feel about THAT little view, narrator?" The smug amusement in his voice was apparent…
"I-Wh-what do you?" Moha mutters whispering, as Trickster's hands suddenly rested themselves upon his shoulders...
"Come now, Narrator," Trickster continued whispering, a single finger drawing teasing patterns across his shoulders, "SURELY a Self-proclaimed 'TRADITIONALIST such as yourself feels…UNCOMFORTABLE with such a display?"
Strangely, Moha found himself, HONESTLY, not even attempting to hide it, shaking his head as he whispered, 'N-No…I-I'm alright…perfectly…al-alr-"
Moha's voice trailed off as the two women leaned over and kissed each other…as the heat rushed its way into his face, he didn't even attempt to hide it as Trickster's words were no longer ringing through his ears, but inside his very mind…
"There's nothing WRONG with going BOTH WAYS or even IN THE MIDDLE, Moha-Samedi…you may be the man in pink, but you see things BLACK and WHITE…you're trapped in past feelings and memories that can never be again…why not move on back into present time…"
Moha felt his head slowly being turned away from the two women and towards the face of the Trickster, who was closer than EVER-!
"…And move on…to a new future?"
Moha gulped, the two women still out of the corner of his eye as Trickster seemed to pull him closer and closer-!
But this time, Moha pressed a single finger against his lips, stopping him before taking his hand and firmly holding it in his, off to the side and below the table…
"May we continue this discussion AFTER we've eaten?"
Trickster stared at him, almost passively…then chuckled, his way of answering "yes' as he smiled and turned away…Moha sighed and turned away as well as they waited for the waitress…waited so they could move onwards with their day…
*Yes, as you may have been able to tell, this chapter is based off my fiction "Dinner Date." And yes…Trickster AND Moha both still like Women…Bisexual, people…