Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Malice Mizer. That’s why I’m writing fan fiction about them. As if, I don’t own a thing. >_< I don’t own Wal-Mart or Lexus either. *laughs harshly*
Mana: Well, Gackt IS the one with the bruises.
Puff: And I did glomp him.
Gackt: Well, that’s settled.
Puff and Mana: *look at each other*
Gackt: *suspicious look*
Puff and Mana: *glomp Gackt*
Gackt: Help me!!!
Chapter Four
For what seemed to be an eternity, from Gackt and Mana’s point of view, the group of neighbors stared at one another. Quickly, the trio of housewives closed in even more tightly on the shell-shocked guitarist. Their inquisitive eyes burned on Mana’s pale face, jolting him from his trance-like state.
“Children? Gackt and I have only been married a short while,” Mana explained sweetly, squeezing Terri’s hand before sharply pushing it away from him, “We really haven’t discussed it yet. We’d prefer to get used to life with each other first, before the thought of little ones even crosses our minds.” He slid towards Gackt, interweaving their fingers together.
“Just wondering,” Terri responded embarrassedly, her face a decidedly bright scarlet. The group let themselves out, the men clearly humiliated by their wives’ very forward and rude actions. The musicians let the heavy door swing shut under it’s own weight before Mana swooped upon the locks and did them up tightly.
“Gackt, I think I’d have to call this vacation more stressful than trying, futilely I might add, to escape from the mob of fan girls,” Mana sighed, leaning heavily against the shimmering white wall by the door.
“I’d have to agree,” Gackt stated calmly before grinning, “Could you see us trying to care for an infant? Even if only for a short while?” The painted man to whom he was speaking thought on the idea, his azure eyes twinkling with sheer amusement.
“Blasphemy, Gackt, blasphemy!” Mana exclaimed, teasing the vocalist, “Are you thinking of a child? You need a proper girl for that.” Gackt flushed a color akin to Terri’s, rather stunned by Mana’s sheer bluntness. The russet-haired man stumbled over his words, desperately trying to respond to the joking comment, before his feminine companion caught his hands and attempted to soothe the flustered man.
“Gackt, calm down, red really isn’t your color,” Mana said quickly, tracing patterns on the back of Gackt’s ungloved hands, “I was kidding. You don’t have to say anything.” The vocalist nodded, smiling slightly at the animated blue themed doll in front of him.
“You just caught me off guard, that’s all,” Gackt muttered, his sapphire eyes darting around in a suspicious manner. One of Mana’s perfectly shaped eyebrows raised slightly, more out of amusement than anything else.
“I suppose we should find something to do, as it is still quite early in the day,” Mana said suddenly, glancing at a clock on the wall. He looked at his hands, twisting the diamond topped silver ring on his lace-covered finger. Quickly his cerulean eyes focused in on Gackt; the other man was looking around the entrance hall.
“We could go shopping,” Gackt suggested, shrugging slightly.
“We won’t have to worry about fan girls interrupting us,” Mana added cheerfully, clapping his hands together, “Let’s go.” Gackt pulled a leather jacket out of the nearby closet, one that perfectly matched his skin-tight pants. Mana located his handbag, a parasol, and the keys to the car, tossing the jingling pieces of metal at the vocalist.
“Where should we go?” Gackt questioned, as they stepped out of their house and locked the front door, glancing at the exquisite guitarist.
“Let’s just find the nearest store and ask for directions to a mall,” Mana said simply, pushing his hair off of his face and stepping out from the shade of the house. Immediately his black parasol was opened, providing the protective shade to the pale man. The pair rapidly crossed the expanse of lawn that separated the walkway from the driveway, climbing into the luxurious top-of-the-line Lexus.
Gackt started the engine, backed up onto the roadway, and sped down the black pavement. Mana casually watched the passing scenery from behind the darkly tinted window, observing children playing hopscotch and jump rope on the sidewalk. The children’s parents watched the sleek black vehicle, curious as to whom it belonged and nervous about their kids. The adults were quite certain that for what it cost to buy the car, they could have paid a year’s worth of mortgage payments.
“There’s a little shopping center,” Mana pointed out, gesturing at the horseshoe shaped arrangement of stores. The vocalist pulled a dangerous maneuver, darting across two lanes to enter the parking lot. Luckily enough, there weren’t very many cars on the road.
They climbed out of the black car the second it was securely parked, striding to what looked like the most important store. Mana held his sun umbrella over both of them, clutching lightly to Gackt’s left arm. Quite a few of the stores’ patrons stared openly at the conspicuous couple, young children pointing and their parent’s pushing their hands down.
“Excuse me,” Gackt said respectfully to the store clerk behind the counter, who was arranging items on the racks on the wall, “Would you mind giving us directions to the nearest mall?” The teenaged girl turned around quickly, quite entranced by Gackt’s voice and expecting Mr. Perfect. Her eyes grew large when she spotted Mrs. Perfect, also known as Mana, holding tightly to Gackt’s hand, but her eyes grew even larger when she took in the whole picture. Her face tinged pink, paled to near white, and then gained a brilliant crimson dye.
“A few hours south of here,” the girl stuttered, trying not to stare at Gackt and his leather-and-fishnet outfit, “If you want to go, you should wait until tomorrow because it closes early.” Mana looked horrified, completely taken aback over the fact they had to drive for hours to get to a mall.
“Thank you. Could you tell us where to find the biggest store, then?” Gackt inquired, his jacket slipping open further as he leaned forward.
“Wal-mart,” the girl explained, pinching her arm discreetly, “Just down the road a mile or so.” Gackt smiled slightly at the spellbound girl as they left, pulling Mana along by his shirtsleeve. The pair, albeit flabbergasted by the small size of the town where they were sent, had enough concentration to hurry to their black car, well protected by the parasol, and get to the Wal-mart without any events taking place.
“This is the biggest store?” Mana questioned disdainfully, extremely used to the large stores and concentrations of boutiques in Japan.
“I guess we should go inside,” Gackt said hesitantly, warily watching people push their carts to their vehicles. He snatched Mana’s arm, holding it protectively. Completely ignoring the stir that just walking into the store had created, the musicians glanced around the front part of the store.
“Do you need a cart?” a store employee asked, gesturing towards the row of pre-separated carts. The worker’s eyes fixed on Mana, taking in the guitarist’s perfected beauty. Gackt shook his head negatively, waving the man away faintly.
“Let’s go look at the jewelry,” Mana suggested happily, pointing at the counter. He pulled his companion along, slender fingers coiled around Gackt’s wrist. The death grip was released once Mana’s cerulean eyes spotted several pieces of jewelry that he liked.
“Can I help you, miss,” the clerk asked sweetly, staring at Mana the way the greeter had.
“Yes, I would like to see that, that, that, that, that, that, and that,” Mana explained innocently, reaching around his back to poke Gackt in the shoulder, “Gackt, while we have the nice man helping us, do you see anything that you want?” The thin man turned around, placing his hands on top of the glass case and looking down upon the glittering pieces of metal and gems.
“Just that one and that one,” Gackt said lazily, pointing at a ruby ring and a black onyx necklace. The clerk raised an eyebrow, as both of Gackt’s selections were women’s jewelry. Nonetheless, he pulled the total of nine ornaments out of the case and displayed them in front of the pair. Mana scrutinized the jewelry, intently looking over the bracelets, rings, and necklaces.
“I want these five,” Mana said brightly, pushing the items towards the stunned clerk. The selected items included the ring and necklace Gackt picked, a sapphire ring, a silver-and-diamond bracelet, and a matching necklace. He handed his credit card to the man behind the counter, scrawling his signature across the bottom of the receipt as Gackt sifted through their first purchase as ‘husband and wife’.
“Mommy, mommy,” a little girl yelped, her little hand leveled at Mana, “I want a doll just like that one. She’s so pretty.” Her mother turned around from looking at a rack of shirts to see what her daughter wanted, imagining that another little girl was carrying a new doll around, and saw her child pointing at a lovely young woman.
“I’m so sorry,” the woman said speedily, gathering her daughter up and depositing her in the cart seat before really even glancing at the pleased pair, “It’s just that she’s so small and doesn’t know not to point at people.”
“Don’t worry; I consider it quite a compliment,” Mana laughed, toying with one of his long black curls. The young mother looked Mana and Gackt over, her eyes widening with disbelief. She nodded, muttered a few words, and rushed off. The little girl, strapped securely in the cart, reached for the pretty doll named Mana as her mother hurried around the corner.
“What should we go look at now,” Gackt questioned, watching Mana out of the corners of his eyes. Just a split second after the words escaped his mouth, a loud clap of thunder shot outside and resounded around the building.
“Maybe we should go home and shop another day,” Mana said promptly,” If it’s going to rain, I don’t want to get caught in it.” Gackt nodded and the pair hurried out into their car, glancing up at the near black sky.
“The storm moved in quickly,” Gackt commented casually, speeding along the road, “I mean, it was sunny earlier and we weren’t inside the store for very long.”
“I know,” Mana agreed glumly, his head languorously lolled against the seat back. It was just beginning to sprinkle when Gackt and Mana arrived safe and dry at their home. Only a few minutes after they got inside, the light sprinkle turned into a heavy downpour that seemed to encompass everything. The rain pounding against the roof was deafening, and nearly drowned out the light knocking on the front door.
Mana curiously opened the entranceway and was greeted by the sight of two soaking wet little girls staring up at him.
Author’s Note: Now, I don’t know if Gackt and Mana really would spend money like that, (to them, it probably wouldn’t be much) but most of their outfits seem like they would cost hundreds or thousands of dollars to make. It seemed appropriate. (They are major celebrities) And this is fan fiction. ^_^