Aya featuring My Girl: VANILLA

Translated by Writ

Part Two

Hyde

I close the screenplay of Moon Child shocked and unbelievingly. Just how did he know that this role will key up my interests? And how did he know that I'll fuse this much to Kei's character... He didn't know me... Or just I thought so far, that he didn't.

I really do like the story itself. I see a lot of fantasy in it. By reading the lines it was confirmed to me that Gackt's talent in writing doesn't end in writing lyrics... Is there one single thing this guy isn't adept at? Like everything what's touched by him has the promise of success... Of course I myself am a successful musician in Asia too, moreover, maybe my music starts to spread over the other parts of the world. But that almost touchable, cheekily open and straightforward confidence just diffused from Gackt so nobody could query the excellence of his work. After all, what he did was more than "good".

In these three days I read over the screenplay a couple of times, but the story just grabbed me more and more. And when I already saw myself as Kei, I knew I lost. I wanted this role. At least for myself... I wanted to show the world that I'm more than just a cute-faced rock musician. I wanted to show that I can stand my ground even by the side of Gackt.

Of course my wife wasn't nuts about it when she heard my decision. She didn't quarrel, but she let me know that she stood against this endorsement. I knew that Megumi doesn't like the fact that while she gave up her bid fair starting model career for me, my work still means my life. But hell it wasn't me who wanted a kid that much... moreover, she exactly knew what would she undertake when she married me.

I can't help it, it's what I've always wanted to do. What I've worked so hard for. What made me entire, with all its fly in the ointment... I wouldn't have been able to relinquish it, and she knew it well, but it was still hard for her to accept.

And no matter I knew how many conflicts would we have about my pluri-month absence, I had to undertake it. That's why I was successful in my work; because if an idea really catches my fancy, I don't stop until I attain it and get the highest out of it... and now I really wanted this role, because I felt that it could open new prospects for me.

Gackt was right: I couldn't say no indeed.

The appointed time came near, so I started to prepare myself. Black shirt, dark grey suit, silver-grey tie. With reckless elegance, I true up my blond curls, and I'm ready to go.

While driving, I'm thinking about why I want to convey a good impression on him. In fact, I like to be good-looking, but it's the second time I prinked myself just because I was meeting with him.

I roll back Friday's dinner again. After Gackt finished with the business part, we started to talk about other ordinary topics, and I started to feel more and more colloquial with him. Of course the sake we drank could help it a little, but he himself could be a really fascinating person if he wanted to. And now, for some reasons, he really do wanted to...

I was surprised by how much I could psych myself up on his thoughts, making the feeling that we knew each other for years. The only thing I just couldn't stow in myself was the scorcher look of his what swept over me from time to time.

Just a bit of time, and I arrive at the robust luxurious construction. The servant comes instantly, and drives my car into the garage while I head for the elevator.

I push the button which leads me to the up level. Then, wile the two sides of the door slides apart, I catch sight of him, hanging to the wall, waiting for me with his omniscient smile of his. I look him up and down without realizing it, like he's magnetizing my visage.

When I realize it, I get away my look and greet him. He leads me inside, the living room is ample and furnished classily. I can feel some light, almost unnoticable vanilla scent mixed with smoke of cigarette. Is it just me who the vanilla's lasciviously sweet scent reminds something erotic? Anyway, this "erotic thing" reminded me that concert, and the prurient writhing on the stages of the man who's now standing behind me...

Gackt

I pushed the button on my lighter and lit the vanilla-flavoured joss-stick. The smoke started to swirl upwards, writing a muddled stripe into the air. The lighter, still lighting, was put to my cigarette, and I suck into it. Then I threw the lighter back on the table with a reckless snap.

The threee days rolled by, so my blond victim will be here soon. Do I dither? Tut! I don't even think about it. I know his answer. Otherways, if he, for some horrible coincidence, said no, I, for dome horrible coincidence, would carry him to my bed, and keep playing with him until I hear his positive answer.

But I'm sure it's not that moment yet. When it will, it's on me. If I set forth something, I definitely push through it. And I set forth that he won't get all the joy in the very beginning. In the end he will be the one begging me. Future makes me smile before.

Sincere, he looks crisp by stamp. That's why he'll accept the line. After he read the screenplay, he won't stand the thought of someone else playing Kei. Sorry, Hyde, but my plans are always perfect. And they always make it.

I look at the cocktail cabinet. I think maybe one time he will need these guilty potions. Maybe I need to ease the supply. I never act as chance directs.

He has a nice career behind him. Girls go nuts for him, same as for me. We're an effective pair, at least for their taste. Two stars like us, side by side: catharsis. At least for fans.

I don't really know when did this cute blond catch my fancy. I always picked up on him when I heard his voice from the telly when they flashed a clip of L'arcenCiel. At first, my inquiry wasn't self-conscious. Until a year before. I started to write the screenplay around that time, and while I was thinking about Kei's personality, there was an interview with Hyde on one channel. Since then, my fantasy started to work, so now it sails close to the wind by pervertion.

The cigar lands in the ashtray. I look at my watch. Sou ka, so he makes me wait. Maybe I pardon him this one for his cute jib and his body.

My inner elevator signals that a passenger is on his way here. Perfect.

I lean against the wall, only a couple of meters from the metal inlet. It soon opens, and I catch sight of him. I look at him apprciatively and scholasticly. He's really attractive in his clothes.

I let him into the living room and invite him to the sofa. I thought a bit about letting him into my bedroom, to take a look there too. Or rather to take a look at me.

I stayed at the sofa.

"Something to drink?" I ask.

"I accept something less stronger" he says grinning while he takes seat on the leather sofa. "like red wine."

I go at the inviting cocktail cabinet and take out an expensive red, then I fill two wine-glasses with it. I sit by his side on the couch, and afford him his one. I let our fingers touch on purpose when he gets the wine.

"Speaking to the point, what's your answer?"

First he takes an appreciative look at the wine swinging to the flank of the glass from the cyclic movement. He makes me wait. He wants to make me conjure.

"I read through the screenplay" he looks at me at last. "You were right. I'm interested in the role."

I lapse into a smile exultingly.

Another victory, and the thought which was already a rule, went stronger: I never loose.

"So you take part."

"Yeah" he nods. "Not that you left me any other opportunities."

He doesn't know how well he sees the situation. He also doesn't have any other opportunities about my other question: he comes to my bed and we make love wildly, or else, he comes to my bed and we make love wildly. Hard decision. But I'm sure I'll get a fast answer when time comes.

"I'm pleased of your answer, and take my word, you won't regret it."

"I hope so" he laughs and lifts his glass at my direction.

We clink glasses.

"And, do you have any plans for the next three weeks?"

I have. He will spend it with me. I'll make it conscious in him slowly.

"Some there is" he says while sipping his wine subtly. "If everything goes well, I'll have a bit of time going up to the mountains. I was there snowboarding for the first time, and I liked this sport... Have you ever tried?"

"It's one of my hobbies."

A hit! First step located.

"Where do you go exactly?"

"To France, to the Chamonix ski-paradise. Ideal place to recreation, so I have a feeling that I'll need it before the shooting, moreover, Europe is a beautiful place."

"Who do you go with?"

Anyone does, he or she will be passed by. Passed by so much that he won't even come with us.

"At first it was Megumi, but we couldn't entrust the kid to anyone, and he's still too little to come with us to the other side of the world. So now I don't have a partner, although I'm still trying to convince Tetsu to come with me. I don't think I'd go alone.

"I think you needn't search any further" I aim at myself.

In his place, I'd get the picture.

"Well, if you'd like to, we can go together" he lets out a smile. "But I have to speak to Megumi first. You know, she isn't delighted about my some-months-absence of the shooting, moreover I vacate before."

I have a sexual fancy for this. I'm going to go with him.

"I'd like to escort you. I was also planning to go boarding somewhere."

"Cool" he smiles. "Can I light a cigarette here?"

Yeah... me.

"Sure" I say, and I light up too.

Hyde

I need nicotine. I know smoking is a bad habit, but the smoke always limbers me up when I need it. And now that I'm sitting opposite to Gackt, who keeps looking at me, I do feel that I need it.

I put out a string and suit it to my lips. He lights it for me, but he's undisguisedly staring at my mouth as I keep the thin tobacco perch among them. Why can these looks perplex me? Somehow, I get the uncomfortable feeling that it wouldn't be a good idea, going to a ski paradise tête-à-tête with him.

I must convince Tetsu to come with us. Not as if I feared him, his presence would be just reposeful.

I deeply draw off the smoke and look over the living room. A bit ostentatious, but furnished with great taste, and the warm colors approve of the snug mood here, although I don't see any personal objects. Not a single photo took out. An article comes to my mind, where I read about him that he really doesn't like others asking about his past. Just what does he want to forget that bad that he expatriated the personal things even from his house?

There's a beautiful white piano standing at the huge window. It could cost an arm and a leg, I don't often meet things like that.

"Your flat is grandiose" I remark. "I used to like these high suite of rooms, but then we moved to a villa. Did you furnish it?"

"Yes. I wouldn't have entrusted it to anyone else. There are far too much tasteless decorators."

"That's right" I laugh. "Do you live here alone?"

"Yes" he nods. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"That's strange" I smile at him.

Gackt not having anyone? Unimaginable. Sure I've heard about his conquests, but that exactly was why I thought that he always has an actual partner to share his bed... and now he's jut telling the fact that he's alone like it was only natural!

"It isn't. And I wouldn't say I'm alone" he smiles enigmatically.

Ah sure. I guess he's talking about his lovers. He must have a nice list.

I don't really know what to say to this. In the end, it's obvious that he, as Japan's be-on-duty sheikh, can sample between women. Maybe it was a stupid thing to do, dragging up this... but I was curious how would he answer. Maybe I'd be more staid now if he said he has somebody.

"Hai" I say at last while I suck into my cigar. "I thought you weren't the one to fear for."

"I never was" smiles he at me again cryptically. "But I wouldn't go into details."

I somehow don't feel like wanting to listen to details either.

His looks still suggest more than needed. Self-reliance is just swelling from him. The thought that he can do anything he wants. And maybe I envy him a bit for this. I don't say I regretted being by just one person's side, but marriage can be a big lug, and I don't mean only womening. I don't say I never necessitate some nice girls weighing me in an enraptured, ready-for-everything way, but I've already overgrown one-night escapades, I had enough of them.

I feel the contracted tasks much harder when it's about my work and my originatory freedom. And Megumi never understood the fact that I needed independence to unfold in music... Ah well, I guess Gackt doesn't have such problems.

I didn't want to strain this line any further. Anyway, it's none of my business. I finish the cigar in the ashtray, and nod to the piano.

"Can I try it?"

When he nods, I go to the beautiful instrument, and glaze its top with enjoyment. I haven't really studied how to play the piano, but I could still play some bits. I sit in front of it, and softly drive my fingers along the keys, just calling some soft voices. Then I start to play.

Bare people know, but once we made the song named White Fears with Laruku a version for piano, for an unplugged concert. I don't really know why did this come to my mind, but I like playing it now. It's maybe because I want to make myself remember that I still have my wings...

Gackt

I follow his soft movements with my eyesight as he walks to the piano and mellowly glazes it. He gently touches the instrument, the keys, and for some moments I supremely want those thin fingers touching me instead.

He sits down and starts a soft melody. Familiar song, but I couldn't tell its title. There's something like desperateness in his posture, and as I watch him, like he was craving for relief, and that was why he was hitting the black and white slabs. The melody, his clumsy piano-playing had something of his feelings in it. I wonder what did he want to express.

It was enjoyable to hark to.

I lit a cigarette, and watched him while smoking it.

I really hated playing the piano. I felt like carrying the whole weight of the instrument by being forced to play it by my parents. I suffered agonies of it. And I cold clocked it right away when I could. Exactly for three years. After so long time a boy in my age brought the piano back to my life. I can remember he played beautifully, and I couldn't stand it. I went home rampageously, and the white sheet came off my instrument. I played... the same he had played. I hairtearingly tried to be as pro in using the keyboard as he was. But it didn't reach at all. I couldn't reach his level. He made me angry. I wanted to sweep him off.

I wasn't able to accept the thought that he was better than me!

My fingers were blasé, so I felt the influence of three years' rest. I started to play the most hard exercises every day. I sat hours in front of the piano. And there has been a result. Now I couldn't imagine my life without it. At least this is what I thank to my parents. And now here's sitting this cute blond, and wakes things up in me, which I don't want to remember. Only a few people can do this, but he mesmerized me with his soft melody. He finishes, and turns to me. He's smiling tenderly.

"I flatly liked it" I smile at his direction palely.

"Well, I'm not really at home in piano-playing" he smiles back confusedly. "Guitars were always closer to me. But I couldn't resist this beautiful instrument."

I won't be able to resist him, if he keeps acting confused. So sweet.

"It was really good. I liked it!" I reassure him.

He nods and sits back by my side.

"About when do you plan the snowboarding? 'Cause I'll make myself free then."

Free prey...

"I'd go off on Saturday. The quarters are already engaged, but I really have to talk to Megumi, because I don't think it's worth arguing with her again. We'll see, I think it'll be fixed tomorrow."

He squibs. Right, let's squib.

"As you please. All right."

"Ok but then will next week be good for you too? Since we can't go for a longer period because of the shooting. Otherways, the villa we're going to is very harmonious, I think you'll like it."

I knew I'd convince him with an answer like that.

"I'll see if I surely have time for that. I'll tell you tomorrow too, then."

Some shoots you with a rock... shoot back with sex... maybe in that cute little villa.

"Right then" he smiles. "And as I said, maybe Tetsu comes with us. Would you like to bring someone?"

You think Tetsu comes with us...? ah well. Better to forget that stupid little thought.

"I don't think so."

"Uh-huh, ok, then, I think I'm off, I don't want to stick you up. I have some business left too, and tomorrow we're calling anyway.

He shifts me off. Gorgeous. Nobody has a trick on shifting me off. I let him out of my flat with a poker-face.

Where's that red wine? I filled my glass again. No problem. He's already between my hands. He accepted the role, so from now on he gave me free hand in seducing him. Of course he doesn't have a clue. He will, when we go sexboarding together. You have to try everything once in life, and I'll let him know this, maybe with a bit of superheated eroticism.

I started to stare at the piano which he was playing minutes ago. For a moment I feel remorse for having a back meaning of wanting him accepting the line. Then I came to sense. Remorse is the prison for weak. And I was everything but weak.

I have hardened my soul through my childhood, and I don't even know if there was anything what could throw me off my feeling's feet. Well, let's say there wasn't such a thing. I drank the wine, cigar, smoke out. Staring in front of me. Staring to the piano. Smoke outblowing again. Another glass of wine. I tumble on the couch. Staring at the ceiling. Swill. And in my ears I still hear the melody Hyde was playing...