At last Tala is back! Don't worry I didn't forget about him. It's just Kai/Kimi story is sort of a main thing and takes more places.
Chapter 51
Dusty Golden Throne
"Gozaimasu, Tala-san, want a swing with me and my mates tomorrow night? You know where to find us."
"Tala-san? You don't know me but…um, my name is Frankie. I'm YOUR BIGGEST FAN! Please, please, call me to come and give you a shakuhachi one of these days! I'm sure I'm just as good as your ex-boyfriend!"
"Not home again, Tala-san. What I up with your cell? This is your manager, Dickenson speaking. Where the Hell are you? We need to prepare the Goddamn sex carnival! Come at the office first thing tomorrow!"
"Yo, man! This is Kane speaking. Saturday night was a blast! When do you need capitals again? Call me asap."
"You're so busy, aren't you? I've been waiting to get you for two months now! Have you forgotten Takao your faithful dick-licker?"
"Good evening, Tala-san. My name is Judy Tate from CNN news. I'm wondering if you can give me a little spare time and spend an afternoon with me for an interview? It would be nice to meet the real Tala after interviewing your clones for two years. Thank you."
"Don't forget, next month's the sex carnival. You have an appointment with me, your personal designer, Wyatt. By the way, it's Dick who charges me to remind you of it."
"Erm, Tala-san? Sorry to disturb you but… um, this is Kenny. Do you remember me? I was wondering if you… um, have time to go to the Palace of Nightingales lately. It's for my porn story. Call me when you can. Thanks."
"We love you! We love you! We love you!"
"Damn! Fuck! Er… I mean, hi, Tala-san. Very busy, I see. This is Joseph from the Beautiful Boys lingerie. We met at a hotel in France six months ago. I'm just wondering if you've remembered your promise and if you can, can you lend your body for us? I would be very grateful…"
The voice mail died away, leaving the entrance hall in an awe silence. At the bottom of the giant glass staircase leading to the upper apartments, giant wolverines were lying hazily like statues of snow guarding the entrance. Nothing seemed to stir in the great hall of cold marble. In the stillness, water dripping could be heard.
Upstairs, the porn star was walking out of his bathroom through the mirror corridor leading to his dressing room. At each of his step, golden spots of lights illuminated from each side of the aluminum floor. The furuchin swayed as the thighs rubbed against each other while he was walking. Tala lazily scratched the corner of his mouth, feeling the sheer freshness from the water. His ice-blue eyes caught sight of his image striding along with him and a satisfied smile drew itself upon the porn star's flawless face. He ran his hand through his damp hair, sprinkling tiny diamonds on the floor. Perfect. Everything is just perfect. He is again alone and wanted. There is nothing else he would ever wish for. Tala stepped into the changing room which was built with a rotating platform. Tonight, I'd probably have to go to the porn stars karaoke. How senseless. He stood still in the middle of the platform while being dressed by mechanical hands. He had so much to do these days he hardly had to come home. And Tala was glad of that. Who would want to lie around doing senzuri all day? He hoped that he would meet Michael at the karaoke. He heard that he was back in Japan with his koi. Sometimes Tala felt that other people's lives were much easier than his. The other day, he saw Kane talking to the other dickheads about an exam they'd have to pass. That was easy enough, wasn't it? They didn't have to fear how their image would appear in the eyes of the others. They were good in their skin. Tala wasn't saying that he worried about his appearance but he knew that his life was missing something. A button.Tala looked down at the purple shirt the robot was buttoning for him and saw that a button was missing at the end of the shirt. It must have been one of the fans who pulled it on his last interview.
Yes, the thing that missed in his life is a problem. Tala laughed gently. Maybe that made him inhuman. He wasn't the kind to kneel down and cry his heart out. No, his problems were quickly solved. As he was thinking this, the mechanic hand sewed back a new button on Tala's shirt. Another mechanic hand was now putting a shell necklace on his neck. The karaoke was meant to be in the middle of the sea so he guessed it was normal that he ought to have a Hawaiian look. A different mechanic hand was combing back Tala's flaming red hair so that it swept at the back like a ball of fire. Tala could see this because a third mechanic hand was holding a hand mirror up for him while two more reflected the back of his head. Which favorite should he take with him? Tala wondered. The Brazilian, the Black dancer and the Bear. Yes, they would do fine. Tala always liked having three favorites with him at each time but the truth was he had more than three hundreds in his harem. He only showed three each time and he thought it was smart of him. Imagine walking with the same ones all the time! Must be depressive.
After being perfumed, Tala stepped out of the changing room back through the mirror corridor. Was there a flaw on his appearance? No. It had been a long time now since he's been a common teenager. The word left him with as much indifference as a family name would. But he still preserved a sample of that distant memory. The Tala he once was wouldn't dream that he would become this. He was a foot-to-the-ground kid and he guessed that he still was. His parents had destined him to become an engineer. They weren't really rich but the profession sounded in reach for their son who flunked school and never seemed to come home before sunrise. He didn't have the gravity-defying hair then and he wasn't as muscular. The blue of his eyes wore an eternal bore in them. His English sounded nasal and his Japanese was worst but a kid with Feryle's looks could be excused. Girls loved him. He hated them. At high school, he always got into fights because he had his own ways of thinking that people rarely accepted them. For instance, he thought that his musuko should be honored with a morning kiss. The girls were scandalized by the sight of his furuchin which he took out every morning in the hallway for the process. But there were some who were more perverse and reached out for it. Yet Tala had his chosen ones and he pushed them away. That was one of the reasons why he got the brothers and boyfriends on his back. But like he said, Tala still had the looks and he was invited to various parties. Even though he wasn't, he would somehow pop up at the party and make sure it was ruined for everyone. It was also during one of these parties that Tala tasted other people's semen. They liked making bets with him and once, they betted a box of beer if he was able to lick a boy's balls. Tala did it with much cold blood that the others were astounded by it. He wasn't officially gay but he knew that he would keep on searching for more. The boys at high school rejected him; words had been spread that he was a psycho kagema. He got into fights more often but some didn't dare approach him physically. Tala knew that he would never get to taste the sweet liquid again from boys at high school so he spent most of his evenings around the Kabuki theatre, waiting to fuck the actors at the door. But he never really got out of them more than a lick on the lips or at the very least a swap spit. It was also there where he met Dickenson. Tala was at his usual post under the steps to the theatre but the actors had taken their precaution and they used the back entrance instead. That didn't mean that an imprudent prey didn't come by once and a while. That very night, Tala attacked a boy not much younger than him who worked as a stage cleaner. He managed to force the boy's musuko out of his pants and was sucking it hungrily when Dick and his troop came down. He didn't stop even though he heard people behind him. Dick let his finish filling up his desire before taking the initiative. Tala let the whimpering boy go and wiped his mouth facing the men. He was a wild thing, he knew it. But Dick was going to teach him how to play.
Tala had reached the landing. His wolverines lifted their head and howled a serenade at his passage. Immediately all his androids line up to see him through. The rolling carpet led to giant glass doors which constituted the main entrance. They swung themselves open and Tala stepped into his carriage where his favorites were waiting for him all of them dressed in only a thong. The Brazilian quietly handed him a cigarette. The music began to play. Tala sat back on his sofa and inhaled the cocaine.
Furuchin: hairy dick
kagema: faggot
Short but sweet, don't you think?
