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The Holy Grail
0 ReviewsSo.. Gackt finds the Holy Grail. (Hey, if not Gackt then who could ever find it?). GacktxMana.
Sitting there with the long black lashes so tenderly lying against his skin, that light and powder-covered skin, Mana looked truly beautiful. Not the fake 'movie star-beautiful' he did in photo shoots, but just beautiful, Gackt stated to himself. Mana had, what a romantic fanatic would call, inner beauty. Gackt had always loved beauty.
"I'm not a girl." Mana's blue lips moved slowly, putting as much reality into the words as he could. His eyes were still closed. He just stated this out into the room, not addressing anyone but it was clear that Mana knew someone was watching him.
He had suddenly disappeared from the rehearsal and Gackt had searched to find him sitting in the dressing room, just sitting there in the silence of his own breathing. He hadn't even looked up when Gackt entered the room, but continued to sit with his eyes closed.
"I know." Gackt continued to stare enchanted, "But you are still unbelievably beautiful." Fuck! He didn't mean to say that out loud. How could it be that only by his presence Mana could break down Gackt's flawless façade, making him say what was on his mind, before thinking? Something nobody or nothing else could do. Why would Mana of all people be the only one with that power?
The black lashes slowly, as if they weighted more then life, moved up to reveal a pair of misty blue eyes engaged in soft tears, "How can you say that, when this is what you see?" He made a gesture against his face, looking sadder than anything Gackt had ever seen. His heart broke.
The beautiful man's mouth twisted softly and his pearly white teeth dug it's way into his perfectly blue-painted lips, hard but not hard enough to erupt the skin. If I could just touch those lips, just to see if they're as soft as they look, Gackt thought hypnotized. I want to bide those lips, he stated, I want to feel them upon mine. Ravage them.
One lonely, wet tear made him realized that he was drowning in his thoughts, leaving Mana's question hanging in the air, unanswered. The tear drove a trace in the pale white powder, revealing a soft light brown skin underneath, revealing a part of the real Mana.
"Then show me," he suddenly demanded, even before the thought had been thought trough in his head, "Then show me the real you." What am I saying? What's happening today, normally I have enough control to act normal around him, to hide my feelings.
Though he had always wanted to see Mana without makeup there had never been a chance, as the beautiful man showed up with makeup on and left with makeup on, which had made Gackt loose his mind more then once.
The slender hand reached for a napkin and before Gackt could realise what was happening Mana had smudge the makeup with one violent move. The white powder now laid in waves-like lines across his face, here and there inflicted by the smudged black mascara and deep blue eye shadow, his perfectly painted lips suddenly stretching over his chin. His tears now flooded uncontrollably.
Without thinking - which seemed to be his way now - Gackt stood up and moved towards the crying man, his heart beating faster for every step he took. He stopped at the other man's feet and sat down on his knees, looking straight up at him. "Don't cry, please?"
I just, hesitating he reached for the napkin now lying on the ground, I just want to see.
Folding the soft napkin, Gackt continued to look at Mana, trying to memorise his face; his tears, his half-open crying mouth. He doubted he would ever see a beauty like this again; so sad and heartbreaking. (Okay, admitted; Gackt had always been obsessed with beauty, every aspect of it.)
"I-I .. Don't... I..." Mana's soft voice trailed of, as he gave into the calm and loving touch from the singer in front of him.
Gackt laid the used napkin on the floor and stared in astonishment. His warm breath flooding over his lips made him aware of the fact, that he had his mouth open, but he found no will to close it. A strange sound filled him; it was hard but at the same time gentle. He was surprised to realise, that it was his own heartbeat he could hear.
"I'm not a girl." The light brown man, with the messy blue hair and the remains of makeup here and there, stated again. His voice was slow and inaudible, seemingly dry and used up from the crying.
"No," Gackt said softly, fighting to speak, "No... No girl could posses such beauty." Feeling how his heart beat so hard and fast, that he could barely breathe from the feeling, he leaned in and kissed the man, who was crying again. The difference this time was that he was crying from happiness. They both were.
Then Gackt redrew to look at the man again, suddenly feeling a wave of sadness, as he realised that the world would probably never see the beauty of the face in front of him. San Greal, Gackt suddenly realised, the most precious thing in the world, yet hidden away from mankind to see. Protected. It will only show itself, when the world is ready...
Pulling Mana in for another kiss, it suddenly made sense to Gackt why all those knights had lost their lives in the search for The Holy Grail. It was worth it.
"I'm not a girl." Mana's blue lips moved slowly, putting as much reality into the words as he could. His eyes were still closed. He just stated this out into the room, not addressing anyone but it was clear that Mana knew someone was watching him.
He had suddenly disappeared from the rehearsal and Gackt had searched to find him sitting in the dressing room, just sitting there in the silence of his own breathing. He hadn't even looked up when Gackt entered the room, but continued to sit with his eyes closed.
"I know." Gackt continued to stare enchanted, "But you are still unbelievably beautiful." Fuck! He didn't mean to say that out loud. How could it be that only by his presence Mana could break down Gackt's flawless façade, making him say what was on his mind, before thinking? Something nobody or nothing else could do. Why would Mana of all people be the only one with that power?
The black lashes slowly, as if they weighted more then life, moved up to reveal a pair of misty blue eyes engaged in soft tears, "How can you say that, when this is what you see?" He made a gesture against his face, looking sadder than anything Gackt had ever seen. His heart broke.
The beautiful man's mouth twisted softly and his pearly white teeth dug it's way into his perfectly blue-painted lips, hard but not hard enough to erupt the skin. If I could just touch those lips, just to see if they're as soft as they look, Gackt thought hypnotized. I want to bide those lips, he stated, I want to feel them upon mine. Ravage them.
One lonely, wet tear made him realized that he was drowning in his thoughts, leaving Mana's question hanging in the air, unanswered. The tear drove a trace in the pale white powder, revealing a soft light brown skin underneath, revealing a part of the real Mana.
"Then show me," he suddenly demanded, even before the thought had been thought trough in his head, "Then show me the real you." What am I saying? What's happening today, normally I have enough control to act normal around him, to hide my feelings.
Though he had always wanted to see Mana without makeup there had never been a chance, as the beautiful man showed up with makeup on and left with makeup on, which had made Gackt loose his mind more then once.
The slender hand reached for a napkin and before Gackt could realise what was happening Mana had smudge the makeup with one violent move. The white powder now laid in waves-like lines across his face, here and there inflicted by the smudged black mascara and deep blue eye shadow, his perfectly painted lips suddenly stretching over his chin. His tears now flooded uncontrollably.
Without thinking - which seemed to be his way now - Gackt stood up and moved towards the crying man, his heart beating faster for every step he took. He stopped at the other man's feet and sat down on his knees, looking straight up at him. "Don't cry, please?"
I just, hesitating he reached for the napkin now lying on the ground, I just want to see.
Folding the soft napkin, Gackt continued to look at Mana, trying to memorise his face; his tears, his half-open crying mouth. He doubted he would ever see a beauty like this again; so sad and heartbreaking. (Okay, admitted; Gackt had always been obsessed with beauty, every aspect of it.)
"I-I .. Don't... I..." Mana's soft voice trailed of, as he gave into the calm and loving touch from the singer in front of him.
Gackt laid the used napkin on the floor and stared in astonishment. His warm breath flooding over his lips made him aware of the fact, that he had his mouth open, but he found no will to close it. A strange sound filled him; it was hard but at the same time gentle. He was surprised to realise, that it was his own heartbeat he could hear.
"I'm not a girl." The light brown man, with the messy blue hair and the remains of makeup here and there, stated again. His voice was slow and inaudible, seemingly dry and used up from the crying.
"No," Gackt said softly, fighting to speak, "No... No girl could posses such beauty." Feeling how his heart beat so hard and fast, that he could barely breathe from the feeling, he leaned in and kissed the man, who was crying again. The difference this time was that he was crying from happiness. They both were.
Then Gackt redrew to look at the man again, suddenly feeling a wave of sadness, as he realised that the world would probably never see the beauty of the face in front of him. San Greal, Gackt suddenly realised, the most precious thing in the world, yet hidden away from mankind to see. Protected. It will only show itself, when the world is ready...
Pulling Mana in for another kiss, it suddenly made sense to Gackt why all those knights had lost their lives in the search for The Holy Grail. It was worth it.
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