Gackt opened the door to the
studio, pouring over the day’s newspaper when he was shrieked at by a very
frightened-sounding Ju-ken.
“Don’t! Move!”
Gackt froze in place, fearing
the worst, but when he raised his eyes he found that he had almost stepped on a
rather large pile of hot chocolate packets. On further inspection – from
his motionless place in the doorway – he noticed that it had the uncanny
resemblance to a to-scale model of
“My city,” came
the cheeky reply. “What did you think it was, Chibi-san?”
Gackt ignored the pet name
and, stepping around the mound of hot cocoa mix, entered the studio and took a
seat at the table with You. At that moment, Cha plopped
down beside the bassist on the floor with a steaming mug of water.
Pausing, he gazed over the packets before leaning in to select a packet from
the center of the model. Shaking it, he ripped open the top and poured it
into the mug.
Ju-ken stared in sheer horror. “What are you
doing?!”
Cha blinked in what Gackt
could only assume was mock confusion from over the rim of his mug before taking
a sip, which caused the bassist to squeak in fright.
From his spot on the couch, Ryu called over, “Ne, Cha – you just ate City Hall.”
Regaining his composure, Ju-ken replied, “Actually, that was the police station.”
“It was as if millions of voices cried out in terror, then were
silenced,” You muttered.
Pulling the mug
from his lips, Cha smiled evilly and stated with assertion, “Millions of
dissolved voices taste damn good.”
Ju-ken glared. “You
monster.” With a chuckle, Cha went back to his drink.
“So anarchy reigns in
Cocoa-town?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah, kinda
like this band…” Gackt muttered.
“Mm!” Cha hummed from his mug.
Taking the hint, Gackt corrected himself, barely restraining a smile, his hands
spread to his sides in a show of apology, “Oh, I’m sorry. We have firmly
in place a ruthless and blood-thirsty oligarchy.”
“Mm,”
Cha responded with a nod.