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~ Part 2 Lover sleeping in a castle of sand~
what kiss will wake her? *** The tip of the quill pen scratched over the paper with letters flowing out from it. Kaoru was bent over the table, writing in his diary. The flame of his candle wavered and cast long swaying shadows across the room. The guest room was neat and clean after the maids dusted it and though the furniture was simple; a bed, a table and a closet, they were made of expensive wood and painted with dark-lacquer. He set his pen down and stared out of the window into the night sky. He had come…not to change Fate, but merely to witness it. His eyes closed and something flashed across his mind. His eyes snapped open. Red and black. What is it? He couldn't catch it but it gave him a premonition of dread. *** Yellow light illuminated the room as he lit the lamp and placed the glass piece over it. Humming, he sat down in front of his mirror. He reached back and pulled out his pins and his long blonde hair fell over his back in a cascade of curls. He looked into the mirror at his reflection and stared at his own face for a long while. A sudden knock pulled him out of his thoughts. He whirled around to see his Lord leaning against his doorframe. " My Lord!" he exclaimed in an exaggeratedly happy voice. He hugged Gackt tightly. " I thought you wouldn't be coming tonight…" Gackt inhaled the pleasant scent of his concubine's hair. " I need you so much," he said, threading his fingers with the fine strands. Kamijo smiled seductively. " I'll be everything you need tonight…" They fell onto the bed, their limbs tangled as their lips met in passionate marriage. Gackt's lips left his and trailed over his chin, trailing lower to kiss his neck. The scent of Kamijo was so full and rich and it was only with him, that he could forget Mana. His fingers undid the buttons of his dress and slipped it off his beautiful body then proceeded to undress himself. Kamijo pushed him off and went to blow of the flame in the lamp for Gackt never liked to make love with him with the light. He sought the darkness and the touch of an imagined stranger. He knew his Lord after so many years of being his concubine, his pet. " My lord…" he whispered on the skin as he kissed the firm chest. " Kamijo…" Gackt pushed him down on to the pillows and swallowed his lips with kisses so rough and full of desire. "Make me forget…" he said as his hands roamed the smooth skin of Kamijo's back to his round hips. His tongue flicked out to lick one dusky nipple as he spread Kamijo's thighs apart. The younger man gasped as his Lord pressed against him. "Your wish is my command." He wrapped his legs around Gackt's waist and prepared himself. The night passed and seemed to darken even more. Gackt woke with the crescent moon high in the sky and Kamijo sound asleep on his chest, his wavy hair spread like a fan. He smiled with a sigh as he played with one lock of curls. He looked sweet and vulnerable asleep but awake, he was like a tigress in heat. He liked Kamijo for he was the opposite of Mana, he was hot and passionate while Mana was cold and unfeeling. Carefully he got up. Kamijo didn't stir. Only the curtains swayed in the night breeze as Gackt left the room. *** He woke up to the morning sun alone on his huge bed, as it always was after a night with his Lord. As the blanket slipped off his body, he saw the marks of their love-making, little lovebites on his neck, chest, even on his thighs and his lower region ached with the familiar soreness. The white, transparent curtain that canopied the bed flapped open for him to see the beautiful day through the glass balcony. Kamijo dressed and made himself up. He didn't tie his hair but allowed them to spill down his back. He was in a good mood today and the weather outside was nice, which was a rare occurrence. He wanted to smell the sea and be in the sun. The corridors and antechambers were as dark as they were in the night for the sun could never penetrate into the inner castle. But he knew the way by heart, knew how many steps he had to take before he reached a turning or a stair. The air inside was colder too. In the east wing, there was a balcony that opened up to the sea and sky. When he reached there, he found he was not the only one who thought it was a nice day. Machi and Toshiya was sitting at the round white tea table with a man that did not look familiar while Shinya was posing(standing) for the artist, Kyo. A smug smile automatically appeared on Kamijo's face as he stepped out. So he knew Machi did not like him but Machi knew too that he did not like him very much either. He sauntered over to them and saw the annoyance in Machi's face. " Good morning," he sat down and received the cup of tea that the servant poured for him. Machi's eyes gleamed and Toshiya quickly removed himself from the scene to see how Kyo's doing. Kamijo sipped his tea daintily. "Let me introduce. This is Shinya's brother, Mayu, the doctor who came from the city to treat Mana…" " Nice to meet you," Kamijo smiled but his eyes only glanced at Mayu for a quarter of a second. "…and this is the Lord's sex pet, Kamijo," Machi finished. Kamijo felt his face burn. "Better than being a poodle," he spat at Machi and turned his face the opposite direction. It was then he noticed the doctor was staring at him in a weird way. And for some weird reason, Kamijo felt uncomfortable. He pursed his lips and stood up. " I shall not have your comments spoil my day. It seems that the Lord has taken to doting me more than your sister. You should pray she recovers," Kamijo said, smirking at Machi as he turned around and left. Machi's jaw was tight with anger. How dare he…?! The slut! " My sister would recover! There's no way she would let that bitch be the mistress of this castle." Mayu's brows knitted into a frown. " What is it?" Machi asked. " What…what's his name?" *** The garden was located in the west wing, away from the sea where the soil was rich for the plants and trees. It was the only place besides the balcony that allowed the sun to come in. His hut was in one corner of this garden and he was the keeper of this garden. Actually he came into the castle as a servant but he hated the darkness and the vile air of the castle. Here, the sun seemed to drive the evil away but he knew it was there but he didn't really care as long as it seemed like it wasn't there. Die weeded the bed of flowers and picked out some nice stalks of roses for the servants to put in the Lord and Lady's room. When he stood up, he noticed that someone has entered the garden. " Lady Kamijo!!!" he smiled widely at him. Kamijo smiled back, shaking his head. " Die, you know I'm no lady! Do you have a stool?" Die wiped his hands on his overalls. The soil stained the cloth. " What do you want? I'll do it for you," he said. " It's okay. Go send your flowers okay? Just give me a stool," Kamijo said. The sun warmed Kamijo's face as he walked across the garden. The sun was bright and it shone in streaks through the cover of leaves of the fruit tree. The stool stood unsteadily on the ground for the roots protruded out of the earth. Kamijo tried his best act of balancing on the stool as his arms stretched out to pick the small round orange coloured fruits. He hopped off just in time as the stool fell over. " My Lady…" Kamijo got a slight fright hearing the sudden voice. He whirled around, the skirt of his gown swishing over the grass. " Mayu…!" Something pricked his heart and his face turned a little sad before the expression changed into his usual look. " Your name is Mayu, isn't it?" The other blonde hair man nodded. "I'm sorry if I scared you." Kamijo raised his chin up a bit and bit into the lime-sized fruit. " Shouldn't you be taking care of Mana now instead of wasting your time here?" " There's not much I can do for her," Mayu said, his voice tinged with a bit of regret. The long haired blonde looked at Mayu with his lips curving up at the corners. " Poor thing." He stepped gingerly forwards and leaned on the low wall of granite stones and peered down. a steep gorge of rubble. the granite edge cut into his stomach where he was pressed against them. If he stared hard, he could faintly see the beginnings of a lush forest at the bottom of the long drop down. Mayu stood beside him but he did not look at him. " What do you call that fruit?" he asked suddenly. The question pulled Kamijo's mind away from his inner thoughts. He shrugged his shoulders. " I don't know." The skin of the fruit felt waxy in his hand but you could bite through it to the flesh. " They had this fruit too in my village. Would you like to try?" Kamijo asked. Mayu took one from Kamijo and stared at it for a while. " My village have this too but there was no name for it." He bit into it, wincing a little as the sour juice spilled into his mouth. The flesh was sour too but sweet at the same time and it left a bitter taste in the mouth after eating it. " I had an old friend who really liked to eat this fruit. But it doesn't taste all that nice…" " Once you get used to it, you'll like it," Kamijo said, staring far away at the land. Mayu's eyes traced the profile of his face then he looked down at forest beneath them. " I haven't seen that friend of mine for many years," he said softly. " Really? How long?" Kamijo asked with an uninterested tone. The doctor thought for a moment. " Eight years." " Hm…" Kamijo brushed his hair away from his face. He smelled the fresh air once more and turned around. " Please excuse me." Mayu bowed and then watched the blonde-haired beauty disappear back into the castle. The breeze blew into his eyes and he closed them till it passed. When he opened them, they gleamed with a layer of moisture.
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to be continued~
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