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Kami was feeling lost for the first time in what felt like aeons. For the entire day, he had called for hide and searched for him, but still could not find a trace of his lover. It left him feeling drained and empty inside. Some time ago, he had left the house and now he found that he could not return to it. He circled around the place the cottage should have been time and time again and yet found nothing but a barren clearing. After that, he wove through the streets of Japan, wandering as he had when he was alone and without hide. Time ceased to pass and once in a while, Kami would lift his head to observe where he was, only to find himself as lost as he felt. However, his heart refused to let this be; it refused to allow him to become so hopelessly despaired because of hide's unexplained absence. He had been fine without hide at one point in time and he was sure he could be again. Besides, this couldn't be permanent. It was incomprehensible. With this thought in mind, he lifted his head once more, determined, and found himself standing before a house that was oddly familiar, even though he was sure he had never seen it before.
...Gaku.
He didn't know how he knew that Gaku resided within these walls, but nonetheless he turned to face the house and began walking toward the door. How long had it been since he last sought his first love? He felt a wave of guilt, raw and unbridled, crash over him with the thought that he had completely disregarded the one he was allegedly awaiting because of new passion. How had Gackt fared since hide first came? Kami had the strangest impression that it was because of the house that the thought of Gackt and Gackt's well-being had never crossed his mind whilst he inhabited it, that somehow the dead became the living and the living the dead once foot was placed past that magical threshold... but all of that was irrelevant now. Now came the task of finding Gackt, apologizing, and repenting for his ill-kept oath.
Gaku? he called as he slipped into the spacious house, gaze darting about. Gaku... where are you?
...Gaku.
He didn't know how he knew that Gaku resided within these walls, but nonetheless he turned to face the house and began walking toward the door. How long had it been since he last sought his first love? He felt a wave of guilt, raw and unbridled, crash over him with the thought that he had completely disregarded the one he was allegedly awaiting because of new passion. How had Gackt fared since hide first came? Kami had the strangest impression that it was because of the house that the thought of Gackt and Gackt's well-being had never crossed his mind whilst he inhabited it, that somehow the dead became the living and the living the dead once foot was placed past that magical threshold... but all of that was irrelevant now. Now came the task of finding Gackt, apologizing, and repenting for his ill-kept oath.
Gaku? he called as he slipped into the spacious house, gaze darting about. Gaku... where are you?