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Belive it or not...I have resumed writing "Un Amour dans le Silence" O_O! ahaha...After months of inactivity..Here's the whole story so far..
Un amour dans le silence
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Author: Maria J
Band: Malice Mizer
Pairing: Principally Gackt x Mana, though there will be plenty of surprises.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the people I manipulate in this totally AU story.
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The crowded streets of Paris shined with diverse colors, people from all around the world visited what was said to be the most beautiful city in the world. Many with dreams and illusions to be fulfilled, glee and luxury could be sensed in the atmosphere, yet...There were also a few lost souls, seeking desperately for the fake comfort of the prohibited pleasures that the vulgar side of the city offered.
One of this souls wandered aimlessly trough Paris, a well-dressed gentleman, one would say; maybe even a noble, but no. This was Camui Gackt, anyone that had lived long enough in the area would easily describe him with one word: Eccentric.
He spent days locked in his residence, without food nor water; rumors said he was an artist, one that had came to Paris as a charming young man, full of hope and foolish dreams that were to be crushed by the harshness of life.
Today it was different though, everyone had heard about the new-coming attraction, even Gackt. Everywhere they announced it, from newspapers to posters. A cinema. Silent movies were becoming more popular, it was impressive to see those colorless people projected on a piece of cloth, always silent and still perfectly able to convey their feelings to the viewers.
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In the very heart of the European city a teather stood gloriously, it had been built not long ago and still kept most of it's details intact despite the constant attacks from those against the burocratics.
Down a lonely alley to the teather's side there was a wooden door wich lead into a long corridor with a few more couple of doors to each side; there were name plates on each, but they had been scratched over so many times that it was impossible to read anymore.
On the second door to the left stood a man, knocking softly on it; by the look on his face he had been doing this for a while now.
"Kozi, please open the door.." He requested hopefully in the most kind tone of voice, "I have brought what you asked for." The optimistic man said while lifting a bottle of some cheap-looking wine. Finally, the sound of footsteps came from the other side of the door, then the twist of a lock, and a pale face covered with heavy makeup appeared; this man was taller that the other one, who calmly showed the bottle to Kozi.
The pierrot-like man grabbed the bottle possesively into his arms, grinning at it, "Well, thank you Yu~ki. Took you long enough." He spat with sarcasm.
Actors can be such spoiled childs.
Yu~ki simply nodded sheepishly, there was no point in trying to argue. He stepped into the room and stood by the door, watching while the other poured some wine into his glass.
He never notices.
The look on Yu~ki's eyes as he helped the now drunken man lay down was not the same any friend would have, there was something more, a deep care; he caringly pulled the covers over a quickly asleep Kozi and dared to do plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.
With a shy smile on his lips, Yu~ki left the room, quietly closing the door behind himself.
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Un amour dans le silence
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Author: Maria J
Band: Malice Mizer
Pairing: Principally Gackt x Mana, though there will be plenty of surprises.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the people I manipulate in this totally AU story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowded streets of Paris shined with diverse colors, people from all around the world visited what was said to be the most beautiful city in the world. Many with dreams and illusions to be fulfilled, glee and luxury could be sensed in the atmosphere, yet...There were also a few lost souls, seeking desperately for the fake comfort of the prohibited pleasures that the vulgar side of the city offered.
One of this souls wandered aimlessly trough Paris, a well-dressed gentleman, one would say; maybe even a noble, but no. This was Camui Gackt, anyone that had lived long enough in the area would easily describe him with one word: Eccentric.
He spent days locked in his residence, without food nor water; rumors said he was an artist, one that had came to Paris as a charming young man, full of hope and foolish dreams that were to be crushed by the harshness of life.
Today it was different though, everyone had heard about the new-coming attraction, even Gackt. Everywhere they announced it, from newspapers to posters. A cinema. Silent movies were becoming more popular, it was impressive to see those colorless people projected on a piece of cloth, always silent and still perfectly able to convey their feelings to the viewers.
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In the very heart of the European city a teather stood gloriously, it had been built not long ago and still kept most of it's details intact despite the constant attacks from those against the burocratics.
Down a lonely alley to the teather's side there was a wooden door wich lead into a long corridor with a few more couple of doors to each side; there were name plates on each, but they had been scratched over so many times that it was impossible to read anymore.
On the second door to the left stood a man, knocking softly on it; by the look on his face he had been doing this for a while now.
"Kozi, please open the door.." He requested hopefully in the most kind tone of voice, "I have brought what you asked for." The optimistic man said while lifting a bottle of some cheap-looking wine. Finally, the sound of footsteps came from the other side of the door, then the twist of a lock, and a pale face covered with heavy makeup appeared; this man was taller that the other one, who calmly showed the bottle to Kozi.
The pierrot-like man grabbed the bottle possesively into his arms, grinning at it, "Well, thank you Yu~ki. Took you long enough." He spat with sarcasm.
Actors can be such spoiled childs.
Yu~ki simply nodded sheepishly, there was no point in trying to argue. He stepped into the room and stood by the door, watching while the other poured some wine into his glass.
He never notices.
The look on Yu~ki's eyes as he helped the now drunken man lay down was not the same any friend would have, there was something more, a deep care; he caringly pulled the covers over a quickly asleep Kozi and dared to do plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.
With a shy smile on his lips, Yu~ki left the room, quietly closing the door behind himself.
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