“You’re totally fucking shittin’ me.”

Gackt blinked, apparently very confused.  “Why would I be ‘shitting’ you?  Especially about something like this.”

Hyde sputtered for a bit but came up with a blank.  “I don’t know.  Maybe…maybe to be cool and mysterious--”

“You think I share pieces of my life to be ‘cool and mysterious?’”

The other winced at the hurt frustration in Gackt’s voice.  “No, no, no…but a lot of it does evoke it without you intending it to.”

“Oh.”  A moment.  “Well, that’s not the motivation behind this either.”

“I figured as much by now.  But I still don’t believe you.”

“Why not?” Gackt all but whined.  “You know I’d never lie to you.”

“I want to see for myself,” Hyde replied, sitting back in the sofa and crossing his arms defiantly over his chest.

With a sigh, the taller man stood and walked to the dresser.  With practiced speed, he removed the blue lenses from his eyes and turned back to his friend to reveal –

One brown and one gray.

Hyde stared for a long couple of moments, making Gackt squirm rather uncomfortably.  “Well?” the standing man asked, his hands opening to his sides.

It took a moment for the seated man to recover.  “That’s so fucking cool!”