Once upon a time... Part 4
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Fic description and first two parts can be found here
Part 4
Once in You’s room, the two servants went to work pulling some flowers and decorations off of a table in the middle of the main room. They set up four chairs around the table and had You sit while they ran around looking for a few candles for the table.
“The master’s entire quarters are lit by candles,” Cha told him as they lit two candles on the table then sat down to wait for their food. “He dislikes electric light and most bright light in general.”
“He looked different today. Why is that?” You asked as Hiromi looked to Cha.
“I will explain our situation to you, but you mustn’t tell anyone, even your father.”
“I won’t, I promise,” You told him. Even if he did tell anyone, he had a feeling they’d call him crazy like his father and never believe him. It would, however, give him the chance to get all those girls off his back.
“About three or four years back, the entire castle was put under a curse,” Cha began quietly. “It was mainly because of Gackt’s selfishness. In any case, a woman came to the castle and punished Gackt for they way he treated everyone by making him into something he felt was extremely hideous and made us into something he wished he could be. He is cursed to be a sort of vampire until his 21st birthday; as well we’re graced with opposite powers unless he can break the curse.”
You sighed and rubbed his face. That seemed like a very watered down version of what really happened. “If you’ve got the better powers, why don’t you escape him?”
“We were punished for letting him become so conceited. We can only go as far as he allows us. If we go too far without Gackt’s consent, we automatically hit an invisible wall that we cannot cross and it alerts Gackt to where we are.”
“What about me?” You asked and rubbed his neck, wishing he could take the nonexistent collar off.
“That’s up to Gackt.” Cha shrugged. “Heck, if he forgot about it, you could probably escape.”
“Huh.” You stored that information away for later, hoping it would be useful. “Why did he look more normal today?”
“He must have fed after you went to sleep,” Cha said thoughtfully. “He has to drink to look normal, but he waits quite a long time between the times he does so, because he finds it disgusting.”
“Drinks blood, you mean,” You said and they nodded. He couldn’t decide if that seemed normal since the man was a vampire, or gross from his own point of view. He shuddered despite it all. Thankfully, that was when Ren arrived with the food. You wasn’t sure he could take more crazy explanations and decided that questions could wait for a while.
~***~
The days went by quicker than You expected them to. He passed most of his days exploring different areas of the castle by himself or with Hiromi. She was quite excited to do something other than dust or clean. He found that single rooms for himself and the servants seemed to be the only ones that had lots of windows open or light in them. He had the feeling that Gackt kept it dark so no one would have to see him when he wasn’t looking good. Most other rooms were dimly lit, especially if Gackt used them frequently, but they were mostly in the west wing, and You didn’t bother even figuring out which one was the west.
If Hiromi was off doing a different job, You spent his time in the library or his own room reading. Whenever You started to miss his father, he’d pull out his violin and play a song to remind him of home. More often than not, this happened in the evenings when he would usually play for his father and he missed the normalcy in his life and the music brought it back for him. He was surprised his father hadn’t sent the guitar along to him as well.
One morning, about two weeks after he’d started staying at the castle, You asked Hiromi if they had any guitars. She went quiet and said she would ask Cha, and then hurried out of the room. Her actions scared him a little and he wondered if he had disturbed her in any way.
You then sat down to write his father a letter, finding that he had quite a lot to say. He didn’t mention anything about the curse, knowing that Gackt would be angry if he did, but did tell his father everything that had been going on and how nice the castle and the people were. A knock interrupted his letter halfway through and You abandoned it to answer the door.
“Hi,” Cha said before holding up a black acoustic guitar for the violinist.
You gasped in surprise and smiled. “It’s beautiful.” He reached out and touched the smooth surface and reminded himself that if he got to use it that he would have to keep it spotless.
“It’s yours.”
The man blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Gackt told me that you could have it.” Cha grinned triumphantly.
“It’s his?” You stared at the guitar as the servant put it in his hands.
“I repeat, it’s yours.”
“I’ll take good care of it, I swear,” he told Cha fervently. “It won’t get even a scratch.”
The long haired man laughed. “Now, show me how good you are at playing, hm?”
“Oh, sure!” You walked back into the room. “Can I finish my letter to my dad first?”
Cha smiled. “Go ahead. I’ll tune the guitar for you.” He took the guitar back.
“You can play too?” the young man asked as he sat down again.
“Oh, yes. Who do you think taught Gackt to play?” He sat and placed the guitar on his thigh, tuning it by ear.
“You did? I didn’t know he could even play guitar. Actually, I hardly ever see him, to be honest,” You told him as he scribbled down more to his father.
“Gackt likes to be alone most of the time. Ren and I are the only ones he really talks to, besides Igao, our cook. I think we’re the only ones in the castle that aren’t really afraid of him at all,” Cha murmured amused as he tuned the guitar. “He was a handful as a child, but he was never a bad kid. He changed after he got into a fight with his parents about something. He never told me what it was, but whatever they’d said hurt him a lot, and then he was different. Perfection was what he strived for and refused anything less. It was frightening sometimes, the things he would do when he was angered. He could destroy things with his bare hands.
“His parents couldn’t put up with his anger anymore and left to travel abroad. When they left, his emotions toned down a bit, and he seemed sad. Not sad that they’d left mind you, but sad that they hadn’t left sooner. I got the feeling that he disliked his parents intensely, because they were usually the ones that had brought out the worst in him when he got angry.
“After we were cursed though, Gackt never blamed his parents. He used to be incredibly handsome. You should have seen him, beautiful brown hair and deep black eyes. After he saw the black hair and yellow eyes, he felt ashamed of what he’d become, knowing if he hadn’t let his anger get the best of him, it wouldn’t have happened. His anger lingers though. He told me he regretted all the anger he’d let into his heart and that he wanted to change it, but as you can see, he’s had a very difficult time accepting what’s happened.” Cha stopped for a moment and smiled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ramble.”
You shook his head to clear it when Cha looked at him. He’d been listening so intently, that he forgot to keep writing to his father. “No, it’s okay. I’ll finish this right up,” he told the man, who nodded. He scribbled down an ending to his letter as he thought on what Cha told him. He felt sorry for Gackt becoming what he was because of his own actions, but he had to respect the fact that the man didn’t blame his parents when it seemed like they drove him to become that way. He quickly folded his letter and put it in the envelope before him and set it aside, scooting his chair closer to Cha.
“Okay, let’s see if you can teach me anything, too.” He grinned as the older man laughed and handed him the guitar.
“We’ll see.”
~***~
A few days later found You on a set if stairs out in one of the wings, plucking out a melody that Cha had told him to practice. This one was harder than he’d expected. He had actually done it when he was in his room earlier and couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t get it now. As he was slowly playing through it again, You had the feeling that he was being watched, which wasn’t unusual since the girls liked to peek at him around corners, but this didn’t feel as innocent as their peeking.
He glanced up to the cloaked figure of the master near one of the doorways. You could see one of his yellow eyes and part of his face under the hood and wondered if he was starting to feel self conscious about his looks again. Curiosity took over You as the figure moved toward him. He wondered if Gackt was going to say something, or just walk past.
The man stopped in front of You and knelt down, pulling back his hood. “Sit like this.” He pushed you more to his side, moved his legs and arms a little, then rearranged the way he held the guitar with his leg and hand. “Now try.”
You began to play the melody again and found it much easier. It wasn’t so much the way he was sitting, but the way he’d been playing it that was making it harder. “Hey, it works. Thanks.” He smiled.
Gackt nodded and sat down beside him for a moment. “Do you like it?”
“Very much. It’s beautiful and plays far better than the one I had at home,” You told him happily.
“I’m glad.” He smiled a little and got up to climb the rest of the stairs.
The blonde let out a breath and smiled to himself, happy that Gackt seemed to get along with him okay. He wouldn’t mind having a friend like Gackt, who was near his own age. Back in town, all the guys thought he was crazy like his father and hated him for having all the girls in love with him. They were probably glad he was gone. His distracting thoughts messed up his playing as he hit the wrong note and sighed. He felt a slight tightening feeling around his neck and sat up in surprise. The blonde turned to see that Gackt had been watching him from the end of the hallway at the top of the stairs. He smirked before disappearing into the hallway, making You roll his eyes in amusement.
He yawned and checked the time on his watch to see that it was indeed quite late. With a stretch, and then a grunt, the young man got himself up and off to his room. As he was putting the guitar away, Hiromi was opening the windows in the main room to let some fresh air in and he stopped in the doorway of his room.
“Do you hear something?” he asked, the sound having disappeared.
“What was that?” Hiromi asked as she turned away from the window.
“Nothing,” he told her, wondering if it had just been his imagination. You went into his room and undressed for bed, tossing his clothing in the hamper in the bathroom before he pulled the blankets on his bed back. Just as he was about to crawl in, he heard it again. He swore it was a piano. As he picked it up, the sound faded again and try as he might, he couldn’t hear it anymore.
Finally, You shrugged and piled himself under the soft warm blankets and told himself that he was probably hearing things after practicing with the guitar for so long. The odd thing was that he heard it again later.
Over the course of at least one month, You sporadically heard the piano playing at night, most of the time in the middle of the night when he got up for a drink or to go to the bathroom. He would lie in his bed and just listen to the soothing melody, almost wishing his mother had played him piano to get him to go to sleep when he was a child. Sometimes he fell asleep listening to the piano, and other times he would listen to the entire song before letting himself sleep. He wondered who in the castle had such a mastery of the piano.
You had asked Cha if he could play piano, but the older man said he could play simple melodies, but nothing complex. Nothing like the things he heard during the night. No one else talked about the nighttime piano playing either. He wondered if he was the only one that could hear it. Maybe he was just going crazy. He mentioned the thought to Cha and the older man just ruffled You’s fluffy blonde hair and told him he was probably dreaming. Assuring the older man that he was probably right, You told himself that he would find out who it was the next time he heard it.
That night, he heard it. As soon as he was awake enough to realize that the piano was playing, the young man sat up and slipped out of the bed. He made his way over to the wardrobe to slip into some pants and a shirt before sneaking out of his room and down the hall. The blonde let his ears guide him through the darkness of the hallways. Every once in a while he would have to stop and listen to make sure he turned at the correct corner, sometimes backtracking if he found that the music faded instead. It took him a while to find his way, but soon enough the piano was getting louder and louder. It had to be real.
You was getting quite close to the sound when he realized he’d entered a run down part of the castle. His eyes wandered over some of the scraped walls and destroyed carpets which were devoid of decoration—probably because they’d been ruined as well. He wondered why he’d never seen this area before. Maybe Hiromi hadn’t wanted to show him a run down part of the palace. And suddenly, the music disappeared. You cursed himself in his mind. He hadn’t thought of the music stopping before he reached it. He nibbled on his lip apprehensively. He didn’t know which way to go in order to get back to his room. With a sigh, You decided to keep walking in the direction in which he last heard the music. He might find it, get even more lost, or find his way back to his room, but in any case, he was up already so there was no point in stopping.
The ruined area seemed to go on for some time before he found an open door that lead into a large room. He glanced around to find some of the remaining furniture in the area destroyed, just as the walls he’d seen outside. As he stepped farther into the room, he caught a painting out the corner of his eye. He stepped closer to realize that it was a portrait of Gackt that had been slashed three times. A frown appeared on his face as he wondered who would do that. He turned around to see the subject of his nighttime interest, a black grand piano standing to the side of the room. Its cover had been lifted, so someone must have been playing it recently. You wandered closer and looked around, hoping the person was still in the room—whoa. His eyes caught on something large glowing bright red at the end of the room. It was a different kind of red than Gackt’s eyes—warm and kind.
You moved away from the piano and found a small table at the end of the room near to the glass doors which led to a balcony. He never even noticed it though, for his eyes were attracted to the small table which held a bright red rose, floating above the table in the direct center. A smile appeared on You’s face as he gazed at the flower. Where in the world had it come from? Was it enchanted like the people in the castle? What was it doing here in this run down room? He briefly wondered if it belonged to Gackt.
His smile disappeared at the thought. If it belonged to Gackt, then these were Gackt’s quarters and—oh shit. The blonde backpedaled and ran into a ripped up sofa, falling over it and onto the floor, making a lot of noise as he tumbled. When he regained his senses, he looked up to see two bright red eyes staring at him and screamed, crawling backwards into a cabinet, hitting his head on it.
“What are you doing in here?” the master growled angrily.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!”
“Didn’t KNOW?”
“I was following the sound of the piano a-and—”
“GET OUT.”
You stared up at the black figure in sheer terror, shaking as he saw that the other man was doing the same in rage. He was obviously trying to hold his anger in.
“GET. OUT!”
The blonde scrambled off of the floor and ran out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him. He sprinted down one hall after another as his heart beat harder than ever before, praying to god that he could at least get out of the west wing before Gackt caught him. He didn’t want to think about what the master could do to him when he was pissed off. As he raced out of the wing, the main doors caught his eye and You bolted straight for them. If Gackt said get out, he sure as hell was going to get out. He slowed at the doors and pushed them open, not bothering to look back as he hit the stones at a dead sprint, those red eyes burned into his mind.
He didn’t feel the cold wind as his eyes focused on the gates ahead. Once at them, he pulled them open as fast as he had the main doors and kept running over the uneven ground of the forest outside. You’s bare feet caught the ground a few times and tripped him, even causing him to fall to the ground, but he got right back up and kept on running. He didn’t know how long he’d been running or how far he’d gotten, but he’d never forget what happened next.
Just as he was about to hit a clearing, he ran smack into the air and went down. With a groan, he regained his thoughts and opened his eyes. He stared at the roots of the tree beside him and sat up. What the hell… He reached out and touched a flat surface in the air. It was just like a wall, only invisible.
“Oh, god…” You’s hands went to his face. He had hit that wall Cha had told him about, and Gackt would know it. He obviously hadn’t forgotten about You in his rage. What was the master going to do when he found him? He was probably going to throw him in the dungeon for this. And he was just starting to break down his barriers and start a friendship with him. You pulled his hands away from his face to see that they were wet and realized he’d been crying. How long had he been crying for?
And then he heard a wolf baying.
dears XDFic description and first two parts can be found here
Part 4
Once in You’s room, the two servants went to work pulling some flowers and decorations off of a table in the middle of the main room. They set up four chairs around the table and had You sit while they ran around looking for a few candles for the table.
“The master’s entire quarters are lit by candles,” Cha told him as they lit two candles on the table then sat down to wait for their food. “He dislikes electric light and most bright light in general.”
“He looked different today. Why is that?” You asked as Hiromi looked to Cha.
“I will explain our situation to you, but you mustn’t tell anyone, even your father.”
“I won’t, I promise,” You told him. Even if he did tell anyone, he had a feeling they’d call him crazy like his father and never believe him. It would, however, give him the chance to get all those girls off his back.
“About three or four years back, the entire castle was put under a curse,” Cha began quietly. “It was mainly because of Gackt’s selfishness. In any case, a woman came to the castle and punished Gackt for they way he treated everyone by making him into something he felt was extremely hideous and made us into something he wished he could be. He is cursed to be a sort of vampire until his 21st birthday; as well we’re graced with opposite powers unless he can break the curse.”
You sighed and rubbed his face. That seemed like a very watered down version of what really happened. “If you’ve got the better powers, why don’t you escape him?”
“We were punished for letting him become so conceited. We can only go as far as he allows us. If we go too far without Gackt’s consent, we automatically hit an invisible wall that we cannot cross and it alerts Gackt to where we are.”
“What about me?” You asked and rubbed his neck, wishing he could take the nonexistent collar off.
“That’s up to Gackt.” Cha shrugged. “Heck, if he forgot about it, you could probably escape.”
“Huh.” You stored that information away for later, hoping it would be useful. “Why did he look more normal today?”
“He must have fed after you went to sleep,” Cha said thoughtfully. “He has to drink to look normal, but he waits quite a long time between the times he does so, because he finds it disgusting.”
“Drinks blood, you mean,” You said and they nodded. He couldn’t decide if that seemed normal since the man was a vampire, or gross from his own point of view. He shuddered despite it all. Thankfully, that was when Ren arrived with the food. You wasn’t sure he could take more crazy explanations and decided that questions could wait for a while.
~***~
The days went by quicker than You expected them to. He passed most of his days exploring different areas of the castle by himself or with Hiromi. She was quite excited to do something other than dust or clean. He found that single rooms for himself and the servants seemed to be the only ones that had lots of windows open or light in them. He had the feeling that Gackt kept it dark so no one would have to see him when he wasn’t looking good. Most other rooms were dimly lit, especially if Gackt used them frequently, but they were mostly in the west wing, and You didn’t bother even figuring out which one was the west.
If Hiromi was off doing a different job, You spent his time in the library or his own room reading. Whenever You started to miss his father, he’d pull out his violin and play a song to remind him of home. More often than not, this happened in the evenings when he would usually play for his father and he missed the normalcy in his life and the music brought it back for him. He was surprised his father hadn’t sent the guitar along to him as well.
One morning, about two weeks after he’d started staying at the castle, You asked Hiromi if they had any guitars. She went quiet and said she would ask Cha, and then hurried out of the room. Her actions scared him a little and he wondered if he had disturbed her in any way.
You then sat down to write his father a letter, finding that he had quite a lot to say. He didn’t mention anything about the curse, knowing that Gackt would be angry if he did, but did tell his father everything that had been going on and how nice the castle and the people were. A knock interrupted his letter halfway through and You abandoned it to answer the door.
“Hi,” Cha said before holding up a black acoustic guitar for the violinist.
You gasped in surprise and smiled. “It’s beautiful.” He reached out and touched the smooth surface and reminded himself that if he got to use it that he would have to keep it spotless.
“It’s yours.”
The man blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Gackt told me that you could have it.” Cha grinned triumphantly.
“It’s his?” You stared at the guitar as the servant put it in his hands.
“I repeat, it’s yours.”
“I’ll take good care of it, I swear,” he told Cha fervently. “It won’t get even a scratch.”
The long haired man laughed. “Now, show me how good you are at playing, hm?”
“Oh, sure!” You walked back into the room. “Can I finish my letter to my dad first?”
Cha smiled. “Go ahead. I’ll tune the guitar for you.” He took the guitar back.
“You can play too?” the young man asked as he sat down again.
“Oh, yes. Who do you think taught Gackt to play?” He sat and placed the guitar on his thigh, tuning it by ear.
“You did? I didn’t know he could even play guitar. Actually, I hardly ever see him, to be honest,” You told him as he scribbled down more to his father.
“Gackt likes to be alone most of the time. Ren and I are the only ones he really talks to, besides Igao, our cook. I think we’re the only ones in the castle that aren’t really afraid of him at all,” Cha murmured amused as he tuned the guitar. “He was a handful as a child, but he was never a bad kid. He changed after he got into a fight with his parents about something. He never told me what it was, but whatever they’d said hurt him a lot, and then he was different. Perfection was what he strived for and refused anything less. It was frightening sometimes, the things he would do when he was angered. He could destroy things with his bare hands.
“His parents couldn’t put up with his anger anymore and left to travel abroad. When they left, his emotions toned down a bit, and he seemed sad. Not sad that they’d left mind you, but sad that they hadn’t left sooner. I got the feeling that he disliked his parents intensely, because they were usually the ones that had brought out the worst in him when he got angry.
“After we were cursed though, Gackt never blamed his parents. He used to be incredibly handsome. You should have seen him, beautiful brown hair and deep black eyes. After he saw the black hair and yellow eyes, he felt ashamed of what he’d become, knowing if he hadn’t let his anger get the best of him, it wouldn’t have happened. His anger lingers though. He told me he regretted all the anger he’d let into his heart and that he wanted to change it, but as you can see, he’s had a very difficult time accepting what’s happened.” Cha stopped for a moment and smiled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ramble.”
You shook his head to clear it when Cha looked at him. He’d been listening so intently, that he forgot to keep writing to his father. “No, it’s okay. I’ll finish this right up,” he told the man, who nodded. He scribbled down an ending to his letter as he thought on what Cha told him. He felt sorry for Gackt becoming what he was because of his own actions, but he had to respect the fact that the man didn’t blame his parents when it seemed like they drove him to become that way. He quickly folded his letter and put it in the envelope before him and set it aside, scooting his chair closer to Cha.
“Okay, let’s see if you can teach me anything, too.” He grinned as the older man laughed and handed him the guitar.
“We’ll see.”
~***~
A few days later found You on a set if stairs out in one of the wings, plucking out a melody that Cha had told him to practice. This one was harder than he’d expected. He had actually done it when he was in his room earlier and couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t get it now. As he was slowly playing through it again, You had the feeling that he was being watched, which wasn’t unusual since the girls liked to peek at him around corners, but this didn’t feel as innocent as their peeking.
He glanced up to the cloaked figure of the master near one of the doorways. You could see one of his yellow eyes and part of his face under the hood and wondered if he was starting to feel self conscious about his looks again. Curiosity took over You as the figure moved toward him. He wondered if Gackt was going to say something, or just walk past.
The man stopped in front of You and knelt down, pulling back his hood. “Sit like this.” He pushed you more to his side, moved his legs and arms a little, then rearranged the way he held the guitar with his leg and hand. “Now try.”
You began to play the melody again and found it much easier. It wasn’t so much the way he was sitting, but the way he’d been playing it that was making it harder. “Hey, it works. Thanks.” He smiled.
Gackt nodded and sat down beside him for a moment. “Do you like it?”
“Very much. It’s beautiful and plays far better than the one I had at home,” You told him happily.
“I’m glad.” He smiled a little and got up to climb the rest of the stairs.
The blonde let out a breath and smiled to himself, happy that Gackt seemed to get along with him okay. He wouldn’t mind having a friend like Gackt, who was near his own age. Back in town, all the guys thought he was crazy like his father and hated him for having all the girls in love with him. They were probably glad he was gone. His distracting thoughts messed up his playing as he hit the wrong note and sighed. He felt a slight tightening feeling around his neck and sat up in surprise. The blonde turned to see that Gackt had been watching him from the end of the hallway at the top of the stairs. He smirked before disappearing into the hallway, making You roll his eyes in amusement.
He yawned and checked the time on his watch to see that it was indeed quite late. With a stretch, and then a grunt, the young man got himself up and off to his room. As he was putting the guitar away, Hiromi was opening the windows in the main room to let some fresh air in and he stopped in the doorway of his room.
“Do you hear something?” he asked, the sound having disappeared.
“What was that?” Hiromi asked as she turned away from the window.
“Nothing,” he told her, wondering if it had just been his imagination. You went into his room and undressed for bed, tossing his clothing in the hamper in the bathroom before he pulled the blankets on his bed back. Just as he was about to crawl in, he heard it again. He swore it was a piano. As he picked it up, the sound faded again and try as he might, he couldn’t hear it anymore.
Finally, You shrugged and piled himself under the soft warm blankets and told himself that he was probably hearing things after practicing with the guitar for so long. The odd thing was that he heard it again later.
Over the course of at least one month, You sporadically heard the piano playing at night, most of the time in the middle of the night when he got up for a drink or to go to the bathroom. He would lie in his bed and just listen to the soothing melody, almost wishing his mother had played him piano to get him to go to sleep when he was a child. Sometimes he fell asleep listening to the piano, and other times he would listen to the entire song before letting himself sleep. He wondered who in the castle had such a mastery of the piano.
You had asked Cha if he could play piano, but the older man said he could play simple melodies, but nothing complex. Nothing like the things he heard during the night. No one else talked about the nighttime piano playing either. He wondered if he was the only one that could hear it. Maybe he was just going crazy. He mentioned the thought to Cha and the older man just ruffled You’s fluffy blonde hair and told him he was probably dreaming. Assuring the older man that he was probably right, You told himself that he would find out who it was the next time he heard it.
That night, he heard it. As soon as he was awake enough to realize that the piano was playing, the young man sat up and slipped out of the bed. He made his way over to the wardrobe to slip into some pants and a shirt before sneaking out of his room and down the hall. The blonde let his ears guide him through the darkness of the hallways. Every once in a while he would have to stop and listen to make sure he turned at the correct corner, sometimes backtracking if he found that the music faded instead. It took him a while to find his way, but soon enough the piano was getting louder and louder. It had to be real.
You was getting quite close to the sound when he realized he’d entered a run down part of the castle. His eyes wandered over some of the scraped walls and destroyed carpets which were devoid of decoration—probably because they’d been ruined as well. He wondered why he’d never seen this area before. Maybe Hiromi hadn’t wanted to show him a run down part of the palace. And suddenly, the music disappeared. You cursed himself in his mind. He hadn’t thought of the music stopping before he reached it. He nibbled on his lip apprehensively. He didn’t know which way to go in order to get back to his room. With a sigh, You decided to keep walking in the direction in which he last heard the music. He might find it, get even more lost, or find his way back to his room, but in any case, he was up already so there was no point in stopping.
The ruined area seemed to go on for some time before he found an open door that lead into a large room. He glanced around to find some of the remaining furniture in the area destroyed, just as the walls he’d seen outside. As he stepped farther into the room, he caught a painting out the corner of his eye. He stepped closer to realize that it was a portrait of Gackt that had been slashed three times. A frown appeared on his face as he wondered who would do that. He turned around to see the subject of his nighttime interest, a black grand piano standing to the side of the room. Its cover had been lifted, so someone must have been playing it recently. You wandered closer and looked around, hoping the person was still in the room—whoa. His eyes caught on something large glowing bright red at the end of the room. It was a different kind of red than Gackt’s eyes—warm and kind.
You moved away from the piano and found a small table at the end of the room near to the glass doors which led to a balcony. He never even noticed it though, for his eyes were attracted to the small table which held a bright red rose, floating above the table in the direct center. A smile appeared on You’s face as he gazed at the flower. Where in the world had it come from? Was it enchanted like the people in the castle? What was it doing here in this run down room? He briefly wondered if it belonged to Gackt.
His smile disappeared at the thought. If it belonged to Gackt, then these were Gackt’s quarters and—oh shit. The blonde backpedaled and ran into a ripped up sofa, falling over it and onto the floor, making a lot of noise as he tumbled. When he regained his senses, he looked up to see two bright red eyes staring at him and screamed, crawling backwards into a cabinet, hitting his head on it.
“What are you doing in here?” the master growled angrily.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!”
“Didn’t KNOW?”
“I was following the sound of the piano a-and—”
“GET OUT.”
You stared up at the black figure in sheer terror, shaking as he saw that the other man was doing the same in rage. He was obviously trying to hold his anger in.
“GET. OUT!”
The blonde scrambled off of the floor and ran out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him. He sprinted down one hall after another as his heart beat harder than ever before, praying to god that he could at least get out of the west wing before Gackt caught him. He didn’t want to think about what the master could do to him when he was pissed off. As he raced out of the wing, the main doors caught his eye and You bolted straight for them. If Gackt said get out, he sure as hell was going to get out. He slowed at the doors and pushed them open, not bothering to look back as he hit the stones at a dead sprint, those red eyes burned into his mind.
He didn’t feel the cold wind as his eyes focused on the gates ahead. Once at them, he pulled them open as fast as he had the main doors and kept running over the uneven ground of the forest outside. You’s bare feet caught the ground a few times and tripped him, even causing him to fall to the ground, but he got right back up and kept on running. He didn’t know how long he’d been running or how far he’d gotten, but he’d never forget what happened next.
Just as he was about to hit a clearing, he ran smack into the air and went down. With a groan, he regained his thoughts and opened his eyes. He stared at the roots of the tree beside him and sat up. What the hell… He reached out and touched a flat surface in the air. It was just like a wall, only invisible.
“Oh, god…” You’s hands went to his face. He had hit that wall Cha had told him about, and Gackt would know it. He obviously hadn’t forgotten about You in his rage. What was the master going to do when he found him? He was probably going to throw him in the dungeon for this. And he was just starting to break down his barriers and start a friendship with him. You pulled his hands away from his face to see that they were wet and realized he’d been crying. How long had he been crying for?
And then he heard a wolf baying.
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