~a Klaha X Mana fic~

by VanillaMint

::VM~I would be more than grateful if someone would send me some comments ne! arigato~! 

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He whirled around in his frilly black dress, the dark brown hair spread away from his face in a the shape of a fan. Dancing, he was, like a black butterfly, beautiful in its glory yet fragile with each touch. No more, was he the porcelain doll who sat still in his blonde wig and doll’s clothes. In circles, he danced, fluttering like a butterfly. And with his long pale fingers, he touched the face of the man standing at the doorway, gentle like the touch of butterfly’s wings.

"Mana…"

He pulled away at the mention of his own name and whirled away, his long hair sweeping his back in graceful motions. He danced with his hands beckoning to the other man to join him but his invitation was in vain. In one last swoop, he threw himself into the arms of that man, against his chest.

"Klaha…why won’t you come to me? Dance with me?" he whispered, his voice soft and tired.

Klaha wrapped his arms around the broken man’s shoulders. "I do not dance…" he answered. "I am not the prince that you want…"

Mana looked up at the man’s face which seemed filled with hurt, pain and longing(?). He held Klaha’s face in his palms. "No, you’re not…" he said, as if to himself, in regret in his voice. He turned his face away.

Klaha watched as the locks of his hair fell to cover his cheeks and at the delicate profile of the other man. It seemed that they stood there for a long time; with him holding Mana’s shoulders and Mana with his face turned away from him.

The music that was playing slowly died, the echoes fading away. It was after that that Mana spoke. "True…no more do I have my prince. I’ve lost him. The strings to a puppet cut off."

Klaha saw tears glazing those eyes when they turned to face him.

"But you…you are no puppet," Mana laughed bitterly. "What are you?"

"I am what I am. The puppet with no strings that can still move is nothing more than an imitation of men. I’m not your puppet but I can become your prince, but not the prince that you lost." Klaha touched Mana’s soft lips as he spoke.

"Yes, I’ve lost my prince. Do I now need a new prince to replace him? A prince that I cannot control? The puppet that I have broke its strings and ran loose… What am I saying……?" Mana looked confused for a second. Tears lined along his rims.

"The puppets do try to escape. Meaningless to bind them to the strings at your hand. But what if it’s I who choose to stay?" Klaha kissed the lone tear that streaked down his smooth cheek.

Mana put his hands against Klaha’s chest, looking up with watery eyes. "But will you stay?" he asked.

"Yes."