Black Candles
Yuuto Kigai was a successful man. He owned a record company: Waterworks, he had a spectacular night life and he had just seen an old class mate's potential to stardom.
He had stood there in the marble-tiled music store, listening and watching the man playing the Grand Piano. He recognized that face. How could he forget?
That perfectly sculpted face along with those honey golden eyes that seemed to absorb everything around them, that light caramel skin, a body that anyone would kill for... How could he ever forget? The only person in the world that could have rejected him; Fuuma Monou.
He watched as the other man left with another, a more slender, feline-like being. He had heard them acknowledge each other: 'brother-in-law'.
He thought for quite a while. Why had he let him go? He had never once denied himself what he wanted, and he wanted Fuuma Monou.
Kamui slid the cold thing out of his mouth, his eyes glued to the wide-screen plasma TV he had just bought two weeks ago. Fuuma was seated beside him, eyes trying to stay on focus of the TV programme they were watching. "The Queen of the Damned"... Interesting Vampire movie. Fuuma wasn't into horror and all, but it seemed Kamui knew a lot about the film. He was practically mouthing every sentence 'Lestat' said. Even as he licked at the ice-cream, he watched every movement the actors made; his mind was so focused on it. He listened to the songs of the movie, he had even told Fuuma: "I bought the official soundtrack and I loved it."
He had his note pad beside him, along with a small red pencil, poised and ready to write. Fuuma watched the younger man watch Stuart Townsend climb the wall, and he scribbled down some unknown language into that small little worn book.
As I sit here now, I watch you
I hear your heart beating
No, I will not die
Not so easily
I want to see
Open my eyes to everything
To see past your lies and deceit
To watch you bleed your innocence away
Fuuma choked. The lyrics were so....dark. Kamui had sung it out, his deep voice soft and somewhat.......alluring. He looked at Fuuma for a while.
"What do you think?" Fuuma pondered on what to say for a moment.
"It's great."
Kamui was silent. That was what EVERYONE said.
"I want you to criticize it."
Fuuma stared at the younger man. Kamui had a look that said 'defy me and I shall show you what you would see in hell'.
"It's senseless, a bit too cynical for my taste, has no sentimental value whatsoever and to summarize it all, 'it's horrible.'" Fuuma was silent, watching the celebrity.
Kamui had smiled.
"Thank you." Fuuma stared at the rock star as if he had just gone mad.
"Thank you?" Kamui nodded, flashing Fuuma a playful smirk. Kamui slipped off the sofa to sit on the cool marble floor.
Fuuma smiled. He really could not understand what was going on in his brother-in-law's head.
Kamui Shirou was the most enticing character he had ever met.
Yuuto sat in the café with his current 'girlfriend'. They sat near the balcony with its dull orange tiles and plastic greenery. He was taking a sip of his tea when he saw that familiar person walk through the café doors. With the same man he had left with at the music store.
Yuuto smiled to himself, not really bothering to catch what his 'partner' was saying. He just wanted to watch the golden-eyed man. He wanted that man to see only him.
To hell with the other.