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The first time they had met was at a ramen shop, such a place was always perfect to meet up with someone. Though normally one wouldn’t be as polite as Gackt in a public place like that. But the new vocalist of Malice Mizer wasn’t anything near normal. That day he had paid for dinner, he had opened the door of his car for Mana to step in, he had driven Mana to his place, not his own. Mana invited him inside, curious about his musical abilities.
At the ramen shop the two almost hadn’t talked. They had only observed each other, watched every thing the other man did. They must have looked rather strange… One man dressed in feminine Goth clothing, the other in a dark purple suit, looking like some kind of pimp. Both had long, dark hair. Though Mana’s hair was somewhat longer and darker. They were both wearing dark sunglasses, their heads were pointed to their meals, but their eyes were watching each other, thinking that the other did not know but of course they did.
Gackt walked into Mana’s place that day and was surprised by everything he saw, though he didn’t say anything. He saw a keyboard standing in the corner of the room and asked if Mana played any. The other man shook his head at the question. Gackt didn’t reply but just sat down in front of the keyboard and started playing Chopin. He felt Mana’s eyes watching him and out of nervousness he made some mistakes. He signed softly and started playing the same piece again, this time it sounded perfect. The music made Mana’s eyes twinkle, while normally they were as steady as those of a doll. Gackt turned around just in time to catch the emotions in Mana’s eyes. It was the first time that day he had looked the feminine man in the eyes and something inside of him made his heart ache. He turned around again, to stare at the black and white keys his fingers were resting upon. He took a deep breath restraining himself from that something he had felt that he couldn’t explain.
After this the two had talked for hours, somehow the barrier that was there before was broken. Gackt felt like the person of which he thought was just another meaningless human, was now someone who could eventually mean a lot to him.
The two were sitting on Mana’s couch, still talking even though it was already past midnight. There stood two wineglasses on the table, Gackt’s one was empty while Mana’s still had some wine in it. The guitarist began feeling tired, though Gackt was still talking. Actually the man’s soothing and deep voice was what made him feel tired. Before Gackt knew it, the feminine man was taking soft breathes and had his eyes closed. He had fallen asleep against Gackt’s shoulder and Gackt had watched his beautiful face until he also fell into a peaceful sleep...