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Chapter 5: Jinsei's Face, Part 2 « Thread Started on Feb 11, 2008, 8:01pm »
Rest of the chapter. LEGASP. :00
He took a long, ragged breath.
‘How am I breathing if I’m dead?’ he thought miraculously.
Shinzou got up, feeling the sensation of hard ground below him. He could feel the short grass between his fingers, and he wiggled them, to make sure. He slowly sat, and there was Jinsei, in front of him, with a new mask that had two long, straight, vertical, black slits on it for the eyes and a curved upwards line below it, near the mouth area. The whole mask was yellow. It was like one of those smiley face stickers Shinzou had gotten when he was in kindergarten. He sighed and shook his head, knowing that it was some sort of joke.
“No greeting?” Jinsei asked. Shinzou knew that he had a grin as big as the mask’s on his real face.
“No face today?” Shinzou snipped.
“Hey, don’t be angry. I saved your life. Those police seemed angry. They would have tried to lock you up for that smooth move.”
“Until my heart disease is miraculously gone, I don’t think you saved my life. Police I can handle.”
“Want me to throw you back in there?” Jinsei chuckled; his voice velvety soft again.
“Not exactly,” Shinzou said, after a pause. He wanted to weigh his chances with the officers, and his chances with Kakuri. He sighed. “Wait…” The teen looked around. The mansion, and a bit of ground around it where he was sitting, seemed to be floating in a magical chasm of black space. “Where…”
“Spell,” Jinsei answered simply. “In reality, I live in this chasm. I make it appear to the people that I want to come into my house that I live in the middle of that clearing. Right now, the police think you disappeared into a tree. The forest is undisturbed.” Jinsei chuckled again. After a short moment of silence, in which Shinzou soaked this new information in, the masked man added, “You suddenly collapsed for some reason…” There was a big hint of another snicker in his voice. “I’ve never seen someone react that way…”
“Are you calling me a wimp? I thought they shot me or something…”
“Yes, you assumed that after a loud bang, I suppose,” Jinsei said mockingly, knowing that there was no such sound.
“What!? I was freaking out. This never happened to me before. Just shut up!” Shinzou shouted. He felt an electric-like shock come between them. He visualized Jinsei as his enemy or rival, and he imagined that the older man did the same. There was a long silence, and the black space didn’t move, or make a sound.
“Sleeping,” Jinsei said easily, peeling off his smiley mask and leading Shinzou indoors.
The teen looked away as he followed his figure, not wanting to see the face of an angel or the embodiment of grace move in front of him. He had enough to deal with as it was, without having this gorgeous man completely show him up in looks and everything. Then, another question struck him, much too late, after being delayed by having Jinsei take off his mask; he was better, to him, with it on.
“Where is Kakuri sleeping?”
“I’ve let her borrow one of my guest rooms – the better ones, of course, near my room. She is quite comfortable.”
“What about food?” Shinzou demanded, remembering the dilapidated kitchen.
“Magic does wonders.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Please, don’t let jealousy cloud your judgment…I thought I told that to Kakuri,” Jinsei said as he walked, passing the marble fountain longingly and then finally climbing up the stairs. “Now it’s the opposite…huh…” Shinzou imagined him enjoying it, and he fumed even more. “Whatever.”
“I’m not interested in her,” Jinsei answered serenely. They reached the top of the stairs.
The young teen faced him, trying to ignore the beauty of his facial features, and his unpleasant smile. “Right. You’re only interested in killing blondes,” Shinzou snapped, thinking back to the Lily woman in his dreams.
Immediately after saying this, Shinzou wished he could suck his words right back into his mouth. Jinsei’s face changed from his ever-present, spiteful smirk for the first time. He looked furious, enraged, his brows furrowing into a dominant glare, and Shinzou wished that he didn’t provoke him.
“You…you…do not understand!” Jinsei yelled, stuttering out of anger. After another cold glare, he lowered his voice. “If you continue to bother me like this, I will throw you out like a dog…and never let you see what you were meant to.” This interested Shinzou slightly, but he pretended not to care. “I want to see Kakuri,” he said, shrugging. He ignored his inner, fearful reaction to Jinsei's fury, and tried hard not to portray it.
Jinsei quickly returned to his regular, vicious leering after hearing the girl’s name. “Oh, right this way, sir.” He spat, pretending to be good-hearted.
“Thank you, kind gentleman,” Shinzou emphasized, following him a little ways down the hall, to where he presumed Kakuri’s room was.
The previously masked, handsome man paused in front of a door and opened it slowly, surely not to disturb the sleeping girl in the room behind it. Shinzou marched past him and immediately saw Kakuri.
She looked so beautiful, like a doll. Her skin was slightly paler; no doubt from lack of sunshine, and her hair was actually curled, to the teen’s surprise. She was sleeping on a bed with gold-colored sheets, and it looked just as soft and inviting as Jinsei’s, though not as magical. She was also wearing a lacy dress, black with little white frills for the trim.
Shinzou closed his mouth, realizing it was open. What, did anyone who slept overnight in this place become beautiful? He was exasperated.
Kakuri opened her eyes slowly, knowing in her sleep that eyes were on her. She looked up and saw Shinzou, surprising him by not glaring at him. “Hey, Shinzou!” she said, excited. “Jinsei said you were coming, but I didn’t think you would.”
“He did?” Shinzou didn’t even turn around to glance at him. “Yeah, well, I came here of my own accord!”
Kakuri laughed; a pure, delicate sound.
Shinzou felt a little angry at her behavior. Where was the crabby, but adorable Kakuri that he knew since preschool? He sighed. “Well, we have to leave. That’s why I came.”
Immediately, the brown-haired girl sat up, alert. Dark, gothic-like eyeliner outlined the spots under her eyes. “J-Jinsei…am I going to be leaving with him?”
This thoroughly surprised Shinzou. Why did she have to ask Jinsei…?
“Not if you don’t want to, my dear,” Jinsei said, shocking the boy again. He had forgotten that he was standing behind him.
Kakuri smiled and admired him with her eyes.
“You don’t understand,” Shinzou said. “The police are after me because they think I kidnapped you. Your family is worried. Your siblings cry all the time…Kakuri, are you listening –”
But the girl had ignored him and bounced up off of the bed. She didn’t see the point in Shinzou’s words.
“What did you do to her?” The heart-attack victim asked, turning sharply to the handsome blonde behind him and glaring at him.
“I did nothing. She is simply happy here.”
“But I need her back.”
“You’ll have to talk it out with her. She can make her own choice…if you can win her back…” Jinsei smiled, wolfishly, and he moved fluidly to where Kakuri was standing. The girl continued to smile at him, and he suddenly took her into his arms and made her look at him, charming her with a pleasant grin. This was obviously done to toy with the boy. Shinzou didn’t need to be next to or in front of her to know that her healthy heart was probably pounding furiously, and a big blush was creeping across her cheeks, her eyes wide and inquisitive…
Suddenly, Jinsei moved his mouth down to her pale neck and kissed it slowly, lingering on the skin. Then, he straightened up and released her from his grasp. Kakuri’s face was still red, and she was reluctant to step away from him, but she did so out of embarrassment.
“You’re going back home. Now.” Shinzou said, his own cheeks tinged with red – out of anger. “Your family…Kakuri…I can’t even leave here because the police are going to be after me once I come back home.”
“I don’t care. Like Jinsei said, I’m happy here.” The girl shuddered with cold suddenly, freezing from the same man’s earlier touch. She rubbed her arms with her hands.
“He’s just trying to seduce you,” Shinzou said quickly. “Kakuri…why have you changed?”
“I haven’t changed,” she told him matter-of-factly. “You changed. You liked him so much before, but now, he’s like your rival or something.”
Shinzou was silent for a moment. “Whatever. I have to hide out here anyway. I’m going to convince you to come with me sooner or later.”
“Probably later – or never,” Kakuri snapped, returning back to her normal, snippy self for an instant.
“Now, now, children. No need to fight.” Jinsei said smoothly, his voice floating through the air melodically. Shinzou almost expected the air to be colored golden, like in his dream. Kakuri, however, immediately smiled again, turning sweet. “Let’s go to the dining room and I’ll get you something to eat. We’ll smooth this all out.”
“Won’t you eat something, too, Jinsei?” Kakuri asked him. “I haven’t seen you eat in the whole time I was here. You just fed me.” She blushed.
Shinzou thought that this piece of information was very interesting.
Jinsei only chuckled. “I eat when no one is looking,” he said simply, almost making Kakuri swoon from the sound of his laugh.
“How strange,” Shinzou muttered. “Who eats when no one is looking? Trying to continue to act godly and pretend that nothing can ruin that pretty face of yours, eh?”
“Shut up, Shinzou!” his female friend yelled. “He can do what he wants. It’s his house, anyway. Stop bothering him.”
The teenage boy seethed to himself, knowing he shouldn’t provoke Kakuri, but he also grew jealous of Jinsei’s increasing influence over him and her both. What did she see in him? More importantly, however, was he going to show him this Death Chamber of his? Was the chamber just a prank? Why didn’t Jinsei seem to eat? Why were his skin so pale and his touch so cold? Did Kakuri already see the chamber? It didn’t appear so yet.
They all marched down the grand marble staircase, to the dining room and kitchen.
The kitchen looked completely different from the last time Shinzou had seen it. The cabinets weren’t half-rotted, they almost looked new. Food was all over the counters, which were spotless now. No cobwebs were being spun on the stove by resident spiders. Everything dirty was eradicated, and only the refrigerator seemed to still be unavailable for use.
Kakuri went to the fruit bowl on the wooden counter and took out an orange. She went to work peeling the skin off on the dining table, and when she asked Shinzou if he would eat something too, he replied that he wasn’t hungry, which was true. He was feeling sick to his stomach, for no apparent reason.
As the girl ate, Shinzou turned to Jinsei and asked sarcastically, “So, when do I get to see that Death Chamber of yours? I’ve been dying to see it all week. Has Kakuri even seen it yet?”
“For the most part, it is for your eyes only. If she were to see it…something unfortunate might happen, for she still has a living future, unlike you,” the blonde replied politely and sincerely.
“Right, right. So you’re telling me there are rules to this thing? What does it do, anyway? It is just a decoration in your house that you want to show off?”
“You’ll have to see it for yourself if you want your questions answered,” Jinsei said simply, smiling broader. The deep, genuine smile was carved into his face serenely, and it even made Shinzou soften; wondering why he had acted as though he hated this person in the first place. He was just too beautiful.
Just too beautiful, but why did he always cover his face as though he were ashamed of himself?
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