Hey ya! Again, im back again! Can we all believe it? Nope! LOL I was having a little fun organizing this chapter so all I can say is enjoy!
Concealed and unmasked
Chapter three: Matt gives a little taste of Vanilla…
"Nooo! Nooo! Nooo!" Matt continued screaming refusing to release the car door.
Sora had her arms around his waist tugging persistently. "Matt! We are going to be late for the concert if you don't hurry up."
"I don't want to go! You never told me we were going to see Celine Dion!" he groaned. "You are going to wish you never did this! I swear that to you!" Matt released the car door straightening his jacket. "Tonight, I am going to make this concert the worst, Miss. Dion will ever have had to preform!"
"Don't hurt her." Sora laughed. "We are here to watch the show. Just listen and you might enjoy it!" she yelled into his ear.
Matt folded his arms. "She's no Gackt!" he rolled his eyes.
"Gackt?"
"Yeah, Gackt." Matt's favourite male singer. It seemed Sora wasn't very familiar with the name. "He's only the best!"
"Then why haven't I ever heard of him?" Sora frowned.
His head scrambled with ideas coming to the most dramatic conclusion possible. 'Perfect! This will be a night, no one will forget.' "Not sure. But he's really good. And full of surprises." He grinned.
"Do not do anything stupid." Sora massaged her forehead and continued walking towards the front entrance beside Matt.
"When have I ever done anything stupid? Im just going to give everyone a little taste of Vanilla." Matt laughed; Sora on the other hand just stared with the 'oh no!' expression.
'Vanilla? This doesn't sound like it's going to be the best night Celine Dion has ever had! When he says Vanilla, does he mean flavour, or something else? Just cross your fingers Sora. Maybe he will just sit and be a good little Matt… what am I saying! This is Matt we're talking about here!' she glanced to her left at the blonde.
Matt arched an eyebrow, "What? You look horrified."
"I am horrified!" she retorted.
They were finally inside. Seat after seat occupied. Matt lifted his ticket to eye level. "Twenty-six. And yours is…" he glanced at Sora's ticket. "Twenty-five! Why do you get the better seat?"
"Cause you hate this woman! I bet if it was up to you, you'd be seated in seat three thousand-eighty nine!"
Matt's eyes beamed open "Is there really that many seats?"
"Yes." She answered calmly. "So be grateful we have such good seats!"
"I hate Celine Dion! She can't sing for crap!"
"Oh, and I suppose you can?" Sora grinned slyly.
Matt wiped the grin clean off her face, "As a matter of fact, I can sing better then her."
Eventually they were allocated to their seats, of corse they were comfortable, and in the front row. Mimi had a seat beside Sora's, she was already there waiting eagerly for the performance to begin. Matt waved as Sora leaned across her seat hugging the pink haired woman. Matt rolled his eyes 'these idiots! Where's Taichi when I need him? Maybe he can help me!' Drinks were brought over from a room to their left. Matt took a bottled coke, and Sora a white wine. "Alcoholic." Matt said coolly.
"So what? I am trying to calm my nerves. Who the hell knows what kind of trick you're going to play on this poor woman." Sora sipped her drink.
"So…" his eyes flicked menacingly "you're not even going to warn her about any of this?" Matt unscrewed the lid drinking half the contents.
"What are we talking about!" Mimi screamed.
They ignored her, "Nope. I think I'd find it more satisfying, watching you get dragged off stage by the guards." She covered her mouth, hiding away the fact she was basically in tears laughing. "It will be battle of the bodyguards. My one bodyguard versus Celine Dion's bodyguards." She studied the blonde carefully. 'Why am I worrying? I don't care if he goes to prison, do I? Maybe im worrying cause he might embarrass me.' She finalized her conclusion sipping her wine again.
Matt leaned back into his chair licking his lips. "This will be so fun."
"I thought you weren't looking forward to this?"
He turned to face her "I had a change of heart."
"You're only saying that cause you know you're going to ruin the show. How could you do that without feeling so guilty?" Sora sighed. She watched as Matt removed his jacket.
"Well. First of all, you have to go with the feeling that says this is all fun, and its not going to hurt anyone. And if it is, don't do it." Matt smiled softly and cleared his throat.
The lights began to dim around them. The centre stage lights spun wildly around, all over the audience. In the far back of the stage was a large staircase leading backstage. And in the centre of the floor an elevating trap door. The crowd roared her name and from the top of the stairs the lights all turned to that point as she emerged. A mass of people in white outfits emerged with her slowly descending from the stairs dancing fluently.
'While she starts this song… I leave!' It wasn't one of her best songs but Sora seemed quite entertained as did the audience. Matt stood up and moved towards the backstage door.
Sora grabbed his wrist dragging him back into his seat. "Where are you going?"
"Im going to have a good time!"
Sora released his arm closing her eyes pressing her lips together. She knew what ever was going to happen was going to make this an experience she would never forget. 'Why do I have that feeling again?' she sighed.
Matt had snuck to the backstage door entering without attracting any attention. He reached for his earpiece switching it on. "Taichi?"
"Oh! Matt!" the man sounded ecstatic. "Are you having a good time at the concert?"
"No!" he groaned. "I wanna ask you if you want to help me with something… something very, very fun!" Matt bit his tongue and grinned.
"Where did Matt go to?" Mimi whispered into Sora's ear.
"He's being a jerk. You'll see soon enough." Sora sipped her wine again. "I'm going to be as surprised as you will be."
Mimi clapped her hands. "I love surprises! Matt is so nice to you! No one ever gives me surprises." Her lip shook sulkily. "Now you have me sitting here with anticipation!"
Sora on the other hand began panicking 'What if he gets on stage and shoots her! Oh no! Someone in the world save me!'
Matt charged at a young brunet who displeasingly walked into the changing room. "Thankyou Tai!"
The blonde accepted an outfit offered by Taichi. "You owe me! I had to pick up your stupid leather outfit! I hate leather!"
"Its only for one song. And you're not the one singing! I have to sing!" Matt unfastened his pants dragging them to his ankles and threw them over a chair pulling the tight black leather pants up around his hips. "Whoa! Really tight." He examined the pants. "They make my thighs look huge!"
Taichi slipped into thought and hummed, "Hm… no, not really. I just don't believe you want to do this. Sora is really going to hate you… maybe just from the embarrassing bit."
"Oh well! This will be fun. Remember it could be worse, I could be cross dressing."
The brunet's eyes widened, "Oh god!" he stepped back toying with Matt. "Im only joking buddy! You make a good Gackt… just don't forget the words!" Taichi begged.
"I wont. Don't you worry, I haven't been studying ten languages for nothing."
The brunet whispered, "Smart arse."
Matt removed his shirt socks and shoes placing them together aside. First he put on a long-sleeved lighter black shirt, and over it, a black leather jacket with fake black fur down the side of the sleeves. Matt sighed. "This outfit is going to make me sweat bad!" Taichi fastened a crucifix around his neck.
"Hair time!" Taichi laughed. "Just remember to wash your hair three times when you get back to the apartment." He picked up a container of hair jell scooping his fingers into the dip gathering Matt's hair together in large cones. 'Damn this is funny!'
Matt sat as Taichi continued trying to perfect the Gackt effect. 'Ha, ha! Stupid Tai, he cant read thoughts. Damn him and his teleportation! Well if it wasn't' for that, he wouldn't be here helping me.' One of Taichi's powers was to teleport from one place to another from any distance. Two of Matt's dark gifts were, mind reading and the one he rarely used, taking over the mind of another human, though both were quite helpful at times in his need.
"Done!" Taichi announced. It was perfect; Matt's hair neatly jelled back like a large cone, the largest in the centre and all around it like a developing flower bud. Taichi had jelled it so the larger part of his fringe was to the left and a smaller part, to the right, all solid like cement. "Now time for the best part!" Matt cringed, he knew what was coming and it didn't always look appealing on guys.
Celine Dion had begun singing 'my heart will go on' Sora had almost chewed her fingernails off, from both Mimi's rambling and Matt's long awaited appearance. 'He's going to be out soon. I just no he's going to screw up this song! I know it! What if he comes out on stage naked!'
"Sora, are you feeling alright?" Mimi asked.
"Yeah, just a little worried. Matt's been gone for ages, and im a worried about this whole surprise."
Celine Dion was still singing, "My heart wiiiiill, go ooooon and ooooooooooon! Pleeeeeeeeeaase staaaay foreeeever this wa-"
"Shutup!" A booming voice overpowered hers on a microphone from a close by location.
Sora's eyes widened "Oh crap!"
"Hey, that sounds like Matt." Mimi stated.
"It is Matt!"
"Excuse me?" Celine Dion froze turning left then right. The audience bickered among themselves, they didn't know if it was a joke, or apart of the performance. "Who are you?"
A large screen extended at the far back of the stage and on it Celine Dion wandering around on the platform. "Have you guys had enough of this crap? Cause I certainly have!"
The drummer began, along with the sax and guitar. The crowd began to roar hearing the tune begin. Lights flashing all over the stage, Matt ran out from the top of the stairs with a microphone in hand. "Whoa! Time for a little taste of Vanilla!"
"Oh shit." Sora buried her face in her hands smiling. "He looks so…"
"Hot!" Mimi finished for her.
Matt lifted the microphone to his mouth and slowly crept down the last few stairs sideways.
Kimi wa seeeijitsu na moralist
Kirei na yubi de boku wo nazoru
Boku wa junsui na terrorist
Kimi no omou ga mama ni
Kakumei ga okiruu…
He ran his hands under his jacket and then down the side of his leg. Sora's mouth dropped in awe by the sound of his practically perfect voice.
Koi ni shibarareta specialist
Nagai tsume wo taterareta bokuuu
Ai wo tashikametai egoist
Kimi no oku made tadoritsukiiiitaaaiiii
Kimi no kao ga toozakaru…
Ah… boku ga boku de naku naru maaaeee niiiiiiiii
He shot down the stairs leaning down on one knee.
Ai shitemo ii kaiiiii? Yureru. yoru ni
Aru ga mama de ii yo motto fukaku
Kuruoshii kurai ni nareta kuchibiru ga
Toke au hodo niiii
Boku wa...kimi no, vanilla…
Matt had an extra addition of makeup on, he was wearing mascara, eyeliner and purplish bluish eye shadow. His lips covered in a bright lip gloss. Cherry to be exact. He continued,
...Nante kidorisugi
Sonna cool na kimi wa plastic
Atsui manazashi ni wa ecologist
Sono moeru kuchizuke ga modooookaaashiiiii
Yugande iku kimi no kaoo ga…
Ah… boku ga boku da irareeemasu you niiiiiiiiiiiii
He smiled at Sora dropping to his knees.
Ai shitemo ii kaiiiii? yureru yoru ni
Aru ga mama de ii yo motto hayaku
Kurushii kurai ni nureta kuchibiru ga
Kotoba nante mou
Kimi to boku no, vanilla…
Matt crawled forward curling his fingers in towards Sora pulling his hand to his chest. She couldn't believe she was actually laughing. He lifted his eyes and stretched a hand down to Sora, she reached forward, and he lifted her onto the stage. "Remind me to kill you." She whispered into his ear.
"Don't worry, I'll let you know." He laughed pulling her body into his chest slowly running his tongue down her side rubbing his lower body on hers singing passionately. She joined his passion forcing her mind to continue thinking, 'its just an act.'
Ah… ikutsu asa wo mukaereba…
Ah… yoru wa owaru no darou ka…
Ah… sora ni chiribamerareta…
Ah… shiroi hana ni kakomaaaret iiikuuuuuuu
He shot up dancing backwards scraping his feet along the floor holding Sora's hand and the other holding the mike.
Ai shitemo ii kaiiiii? yureru yoru ni
Aru ga mama de ii yo I've seen tail
Kuyashii kurai ni
Kimi ni hamatteru no ni
A kyru seeku kwayi
Wa nai I yamitaa…
He danced around her like some charm pulling one hand around her chest and licked her neck.
Ai shitemo ii kaiiiii? yureru yoru ni
Aru ga mama de ii yo motto kimi wo
Kuruoshii kurai ni nareta koshitsuki ga
Toke au hodo ni
Kimi wa...boku no...vanilla…
The instruments continued. Matt twirled Sora catching her in his arms. The instruments finished together. Sora turned and kissed his lips "You never told me you could sing!" The audience cheered louder then they had any of the songs Celine Dion had played beforehand. Maybe one or two had any clue what Matt had just said. Putting it bluntly, it was no G rated song.
"You never asked. And… you realize you just kissed me?"
Sora frowned. "I was adding effect to the song. Besides! You were the one licking me and rubbing your body on me! And that's putting it nicely!"
"It goes well with the song." The audience was still clapping, some whistling. Matt grinned lifting the mike, "Thankyou! It's been fun! But I bet ya Miss. Dion isn't happy about all this." The red haired woman smiled at Matt "What are you doing?" he asked.
"There are a few things I want to ask. I want to know. Is your pants skin tight? What did you do to your hair? Are your ears pierced? And are you wearing makeup?"
Matt laughed. "Thankyou. A mouthful. My pants… they're not that bad… they do ride up on the crotch a little. I used heaps of hair jell on my hair, as of corse you can tell. My ears have always been pierced. And the makeup…" his eyes shifted. "Again! Goes well with the song! Why don't you like the makeup?"
"It's very… full on. Although it does look kinda good on you." Matt bowed once more walking back up the stairs hurrying Sora upfront.
Backstage…
"Go Matt!" the brunet dived at the blonde wrapping his arms around Matt's back. "That was so cool! Im quite happy I came now. Was it embarrassing?"
After pulling away, Matt rubbed the back of his neck poking out his tongue. "It was fun. Oh! Taichi this is Sora Takenouchi! Sora this is Taichi! The dude who did my makeup and hair."
"Nice to meet you." Sora took his hand. "So you're Matt's friend?"
"Yup."
"Matt!" a pink haired woman charged through the door screaming like a crazed fan wrapping her arms around Matt. "That was the best thing I have ever seen! Except when you were humping Sora, that was a bit R rated."
"But it goes well with the song." Matt explained.
"Oh my god! How much makeup are you wearing?" she screamed. "You're wearing lip gloss! And eye shadow! And mascara! And eyeliner! And your ears are pierced! Ewe! Sora, you were humped by a transvestite!"
"I figured." Sora rolled her eyes.
Matt cleared his throat, "Am not. I don't wear makeup, only on this special occasion I did. And I don't believe you've met my friend Taichi Kamiya. The guy who put the makeup on me! And did my hair!" Matt directed his hand toward Taichi.
"Oh! So you're Matt's friend! My name's Mimi Tachikawa! You can come help me with my hair some time!"
"Sounds like a plan."
"You did a good job with the hair! The outfit…" Mimi cringed. "I don't like it." She turned to the brunet, "Well Mr. Kamiya… would you like to go down the street for a coffee? My treat."
Taichi's eyes flicked to Matt then to Sora and back at Mimi "Sure! That would be cool." He cleared his throat facing Matt. "I'll see you tomorrow some time. If not I'll try and call you. Sleep well, and again. Great performance!" Taichi laughed following Mimi through the backstage doors.
"See ya Tai!" Sora called waving her arms about. "Well… we should go get something to eat. The driver should be out front."
"Are you prepared to take me into public like this?" Matt presented his outfit pacing towards her.
"It isn't a bad outfit… it suits you… Slut." She laughed. "I knew you were! I knew it!"
"I am not." Matt retaliated.
"Let's just go." Sora nudged Matt slightly.
Out front…
The remaining audience stayed behind finishing up the bitter concert. Some compared Celine Dion with Matt blocking their ears, the critics described it as a cat suffering from a hairball in an alleyway.
A black limo pulled over into a parking space allowing Matt and Sora to enter. At first when entering the driver greeted them, "Good evening Miss. Takenouchi and Mr. Ishida. Whoa!" the driver turned around glaring at the blonde. "Miss. Takenouchi… where is Mr. Ishida?"
Sora looked and Matt, the blonde did likewise and laughed. "I am Mr. Ishida." He held a hand n his chest and smiled as the driver tilted his hat back puffing out his cheeks.
"You uh… had a little change, yes?" Matt nodded. "Nice…" he turned back to the steering wheel and indicated to turn out onto the main street.
"Oh, and im not usually like this. It was a one night thing." The driver smiled. His thoughts related back to the concert, "So babe… did you have a good time watching Miss. Dion preform?"
"Uh…" she mused. "Actually, I found myself more entertained when you got on stage. It was a bit shocking at first" she studied his purplish bluish eyelids resuming, "I mean… I never thought you were going to come out with… tight black leather on."
"Neither did I. I was going to put on something much worse… but that was getting a little bit too gross." He snickered.
Sora was intrigued to hear this. "What were you going to wear?"
"Hmm…" Matt knew exactly what to say; he was finding it just a little more fun to drag it out for Sora. "I was going to wear, tight black leather short shorts and a leather vest. Sick yes?"
Sora sat with her mouth half open. Matt tried to pretend it was a good expression, "Yuck! If you did that, I would not have taken you out tonight!" 'Why am I wondering what that would have looked like? Sick thoughts! Sick thoughts! Stop it Sora!' She pictured hit perfectly in her mind.
"Don't worry I don't think I have the guts to do it."
"Thank god." Sora laughed. It smacked her in the stomach how wrong that actually would have been, why was it she didn't mind what he was going to wear? In her mind she repeated, 'there is no chance I like him! Is there?' her eyes wandered to her right. 'Ok, maybe he is a little attractive… what the hell is wrong with me lately? Im not interested! I wont make the same mistake twice!'
The limousine pulled over beside the front entrance to a very stylish restaurant. Dimmed golden lights reflected from the glass, and the sound of plates and cutlery were far from being heard.
A waiter at the front entrance stopped Matt and Sora. "Excuse me… name please."
"Sora Takenouchi."
The waiter skimmed through a notepad crossing out her name. "Yes that is fine. Please enjoy, your table is thirty-six." He straightened up again like a penguin addressing some new comers.
Matt assisted Sora into her seat like a gentleman and walked around to his seat opposite her. The table was neatly presented, three variations of knives and forks, and two spoons. A white tablecloth had been perfectly thrown out over the table. "What are you having babe?"
She took one of the two menus from the centre of the table glancing over the drinks. "Im just having a quick look before I get anything."
One of the waiters danced up aside the table flicking out a pen and notepad. "Can I help you two in any way?"
"Yeah." Matt started. "I want a red for the two of us."
The man jotted down the name of the drink Matt's finger was pressed up against on the menu card. "That's fine sir. Is that all for now?"
"Yes, thankyou."
"Alcoholic…" Sora slyly remarked. She placed down the card lifting her eyes slowly. 'Im forgetting here what I am supposed to be doing! Common Sora! We are in New York to catch this culprit, not here to make friends…'
'She really has to stop being so hard on herself. Please! She's found the criminal, so I think she should just try and put it all behind her…' Matt locked a hard glare with her crimson red eyes.
'Why is he staring at me like that? Why am I staring at him!' she looked away back to the menu card. 'He's just like everybody else, there is nothing special about him that any of the other billions of guys don't have.' "So Matt…" she folded her arms across the table. "You never told me you could speak Japanese."
He shrugged, "Well, sometimes I just like to be able to know things."
"What other languages can you speak?"
Matt smiled closing his eyes. "I can speak… German, French, Italian, Japanese, English, Greek, Spanish, Portuguese, Korean and Atlantean."
"Excuse me?" Sora's eyes widened.
Matt choked on his words calmly lying, "African… sorry, the movie I watched last week has me tongue-tied. And there were heaps of Atlantean people in it." It was one thing to tell her languages that still existed and another to tell her he knew an ancient language that only children believed in.
"You kinda scared me when you said Atlantean. I'd be tongue-tied too if I knew that many languages! Wow… so if I asked you to teach me a language… you could?"
The blonde nodded. "Sure."
Two glasses of red wine were set down on the table, one in front of Sora and another beside Matt's hand. "Are you ready to order sir?"
"Um… yes." The waiter again removed the small pen and notepad waiting patiently for Matt to resume. "Can I please get one chicken schnitzel and potato bake? Sora." She looked up. "What are you getting?"
"Can I please have… vielschnitzel?" the waiter nodded walking away from the table with the notepad in hand.
"I am just a little curious…" Matt began.
"Aren't you always?
He laughed, "Yes. I want to know a bit about this mission. Yes I was informed I would be helping you with it and everything… but I just want to ask you a few strange questions." Of corse he wasn't dumb enough to give it away to her. A few questions never hurt anybody. "How do you feel about vampires? I understand you don't believe in them, but is there a reason why?"
Sora gazed solemnly into her empty hands and sighed. At that second Matt realized it had something to do with the past. "My mother and father… this is going to sound so stupid!"
Matt thought otherwise shaking his head, "not at all." He stared softly and suggested Sora to continue.
"My mother and father had this crazy idea vampires existed. Of corse I believed them… then… some maniac who was pretending to be a vampire killed my mother… as for my father… I just don't want to talk about him. And ever since I haven't believed in such stupid things. But that person who took her from me will pay when I find his or her group. It's pathetic, I know. But vampire reports have become so highly noticed. I feel like im the only one who will listen to my own common sense. These so called vampires aren't really the demons from below; they are merely a group of assassins out to get my grandfather." Sora wiped her face with the palm of her hand deeply exhaling.
"Wow." Matt couldn't even break a smile. "Im so sorry… if it makes you feel any better. One of these so-called vampires took my mother, father and my brother from me… I'd do anything to change it, so I know how you feel." Matt sipped his wine. The waiter returned with two plates of verified schnitzel handing one to Matt and the other to Sora. "Thanks." Matt chowed down into his food like a starving dog shovelling mouthful after mouthful of potato bake.
Fifteen minuets later…
The driver had been informed Sora would call when they needed to be picked up. Matt suggested a quiet walk along the main bridge.
The blonde's back was leaned up against the railing, Sora standing beside him gazing out over the harbour. "Thankyou." She broke the silence.
"What for? I didn't do anything." It was the best compliment he had received from her and strangely enough, he wasn't willing to accept it.
"You made this a really fun night… now I just have to note to myself who exactly to call when I want to have fun." 'I sound like a preacher. But im being completely honest with him… maybe there is something different about him… and I have to get to the bottom of it. Did I just give myself a new mission!'
"Don't thank me for having a good time. Just remember when I do something its for someone's benefit. And believe this or not, it's not always my benefit." Matt lifted his head towards the dark blanket in the sky decorated with sparkling glitter. "Im really sorry about embarrassing you on stage."
When he smiled, Sora couldn't help feel it. A strange sly feeling, it was like she had absorbed his feeling in the moment. "You really shouldn't worry about it. But, it was an act right?"
"Yup."
"Good. I kept telling myself that anyway."
"You've asked me a question, now it's my turn. If it's not going to make you cry, tell me… what happened to your father?"
Wow! So fun! I enjoyed writing that chap. It was actually quite interesting… maybe cause Vanilla was in it, and if you want an effect for the part when Matt is singing, you'll have to get the song: Vanilla. The song artist's name is Gackt and when the song starts during this chap play it. The song it timed perfectly! And it sounds SOOO FUNNY. I mean picture wise, if you want an idea of the original hair and everything just look up Gackt Vanilla in google images haha! THANKS GUYS PLEASE REVIEW!
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