Masquerade

Masquerade

crucify my love



I don't believe it. The chances were 1 in a million. I still don't believe I nearly fell for Kirisawa Fuuko.

crucify my love
if my love is blind
crucify my love
if it sets me free
never know never trust
"that love should see a colour"
crucify my love
if it should be that way


As Kurei walked away from the scene, he caught the eye of Neon. "Let's go," he said shortly, hoping she wouldn't mention anything about not dancing with him that night. Thankfully, she was too tipsy to say anything coherent. "Okay!" she giggled happily.

It was a very drunk Joker and Neon who bundled themselves into the back of the car. Raiha, Designated Driver, who was still sober (fortunately) got into the driver's seat, and Kurei, not willing to risk being thrown up upon, got into the passenger seat. They drove on, Joker, Neon and Raiha chattering delightedly about who they had met at the party.

"I *hic* met this fine *hic* girl called Rinoa... but... it couldn't have worked out... she's 3D."

"I wash actually danshing with this tall handshome male... he had the mosht glorioushly long dark hair... but before the unmashking, he dishappeared." Neon's words were muffled by slurring.

"*hic* Maybe he's a girl! *hic* Haha! Itai!" Joker collapsed into a fit of giggles in the backseat after being whacked affectionately by Neon.

Raiha grinned into the rearview mirror at his colleagues who soon fell into slumber. He turned to Kurei, who had been silent all this while. "Well, Kurei-sama? Did you meet anyone?"

"No," he growled, warning Raiha not to say anything more. He clenched his fists and felt something still in his hand. Looking down, he saw a cream-coloured mask. He could still see her warm brown eyes peering out from behind the eyeholes, feel her radiance, sense her presence. He closed his eyes, furious with himself for still thinking of her. Stop it, Kurei. Don't dream about her. Out of sight, out of mind. Eyes still closed, he stuffed the mask down the side of the carseat.

The car holding Uruha drove on in silence.



"Oh, Hime, you were definitely the prettiest there! No question about it!"

"Oh Rekka-kun!"

"I didn't get to dance with ANYBODY the entire night!"

"Domon nii-chan, maybe your emerald-green shirt blinded them!"

"Either that, or your looks did the trick."

The car was VERY noisy, except for a quiet member of Hokage who sat in the back of the car, silently looking out of the window at the passing lights. In the darkness, nobody saw the trails of tears on her cheeks, or the brilliant red mask she held tightly in her hands.

swing the heartache
feel it inside out
when the wind cries
i'll say goodbye
tried to learn tried to find
to reach out for eternity
where's the answer
is this forever




Kurei strode purposefully into the mansion, leaving Raiha to drag the two drunken members of Uruha back to their bedrooms. Kurei walked straight into the den.

After much heaving and hauling, Raiha swore never to cook too much food for them again. He wandered into the den, to see Kurei staring at the TV screen. Raiha sneaked a peek. Sell-A-Vision?! He cocked his head at his master. "Kurei-sama? Is anything wrong?"

Kurei snapped out of it. "Err... no." Kurei frowned at the TV, as if actually seeing it for the first time. He switched it off. He sat there in silence, slumped into the softness of the sofa cushions, gazing blankly into thin air. Now, Raiha began to get really worried. Never before had he ever seen Kurei like this! He opened his mouth to ask again, but Kurei raised a hand and issued him an order.



Fuuko raced up the stairs, unwilling to let her team members see her in such a sorry state. She dashed into her room and slammed the door, pushing the lock in place. With her back against the hard wood of the door, she slid slowly to the floor. She didn't cry now. She had no more tears left to cry. Go to sleep, Kirisawa. Forget that cad. All men are cads.

like a river flowing to the sea
you'll be miles away, and i will know
i know i can deal with the pain
no reason to cry


She reached up to undo her hair and into her hand fell something foreign. She looked at the object. Dang it. Resting her forehead against her knees, she sat in solitude, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. In her left hand, she clutched the carpet; and in her right, she held three entwined rosebuds just coming into bloom. Down her face ran tears she thought didn't exist anymore.



Rekka dragged himself out of bed to open the door and immediately snapped alert. "Kurei!" he spat out from between clenched teeth. "What the heck are you here for?"

Kurei swept into the house, ignoring him. By this time, everyone else (except Fuuko) had emerged from their rooms and were eyeing him warily. Kurei stood in the center of the living room, casting his eyes to the staircase. "Where's Fuuko's room?" he asked.

crucify my love
if my love is blind
crucify my love
if it sets me free
never know never trust
"that love should see a colour"
crucify my love
if it should be that way




There was a light knocking on the door. "Go away." Fuuko said. Kagerou's gentle voice trailed through the wooden barrier. "Fuuko, open up. This is important."

"No, go away. Leave me alone. I'm tired."

"Kirisawa Fuuko, open the door now." Kagerou's voice turned firm. Reluctantly, Fuuko stood up to yank the door open. Kagerou stood at the door, her hand raised as if to knock again. Beside her, in the shadows, stood a familiar figure.

Fuuko tried to slam the door in his face, but Kurei's arm shot up to block it. Fuuko pushed, but Kurei didn't relent and his eyes never left her face. After a while, Fuuko felt uncomfortable. Leaving the door, she went to the window.

She watched the passing cars, her hands holding onto the sill so hard, her knuckles turned white. Behind her, she heard the soft snick of the door shutting, and the click of the door lock.

"What did you come for?" She said as blandly as she could, half-turning to face him.

"I want to take you somewhere." His voice was equally emotionless.

"And I assume that I'm supposed to agree? To fall hard at your feet, lick your boots and follow you like a puppy dog? Is that it?" Fuuko spun round to face him, eyes blazing with rage. "Well, let me tell you something, Mr Kurei. Kirisawa Fuuko is NOT a lovesick fool! You can go to the somewhere yourself. I, I am staying here."

Kurei didn't move. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed, his gaze still locked on her. The silence that followed was deafening.

Finally, he spoke. "If I should leave now, would that make you happy?"

"YES! It would! Get the hell out of here! Get out of my sight! GO!"

He clenched his jaw, but straightened. "Very well. But before I leave, I tell you only one thing. Don't regret it."

She turned back to the window, refusing to answer him. And she heard the click of the door. Startled, she turned, only to see a solitary red rose and a cream mask leaning against the door frame.

'til the loneliness shadows the sky
i'll be sailing down and I will know
i know i can clear clouds away
oh is it a crime to love?





Kurei left her, and went back to his car. You blew it, Kurei. he thought as he gunned the engine. Is it really so hard for you to display your emotions? So hard to admit love when you see it? Well, too bad, Kurei. She's gone. Forever.

swing the heartache
feel it inside out
when the wind cries
i'll say goodbye
tried to learn tried to find
to reach out for eternity
where's the answer
is this forever

And as he made to back the car out of the parking lot, he caught sight of a movement from the house. "Wait! Kurei!" Fuuko cried as she ran out of the house. She ran up to the car, panting slightly as she reached it. She stuck her head into the passenger seat window. "I will go with you," she smiled a watery smile. "No regrets." With a slight upturning of his lips, Kurei signaled with his head for her to get in.



They drove through the deserted roads, Kurei speeding towards the beach. They didn't say anything, and the car was silent, except for the radio blaring a rock ballad.

crucify my love
if my love is blind
crucify my love
if it sets me free
never know never trust
"that love should see a colour"
crucify my love
if it should be that way

Kurei came to a halt, the sand crunching beneath the tyres. He jumped out of his convertible, very careful to look anywhere but at Fuuko. He didn't know what to say, now that he had her here with him. He let out a puff of breath, and walked towards the water's edge.

Fuuko followed the silent Kurei, and together, they stood at the water, listening to the soft lapping of the ocean upon the sand. "What did you bring me here for, sir knight?" Fuuko asked quietly.

Startled, Kurei turned to shoot her a look. He turned back to the water, a look of discomfort on his face. It was a while before Fuuko heard him reply. "To apologise. In a sense."

The uneasy tension returned.

"You're forgiven."

"... Thank you... for understanding."

Fuuko smiled. "Wouldn't Kurenai do the same?"

Silence reigned.

Kurei was fighting an inner war. But soon, he turned to Fuuko and took a deep breath. Kurenai would want this for me. I shouldn't hurt another person I think I can love. Not if I can help it. "Fuuko," he mumbled as he held her by the shoulders, "I think I owe you something." He bent his head, and just as his lips brushed hers, fireworks spread across the sky above them.

This time, the fireworks didn't interrupt their kiss. And if one looked close enough, one would see feathers of fire enfolding them gently in an embrace.

At the car, a single red butterfly landed on the solitary red rose.










"Oi, Alanna, get back here!"

"Oh, Raiha, do you think that the red firework or the green firework would look better? *flutter eyelids*"

"*sweatdrop* erm... how about the blue?"

"Okay, anything you say! Spleena, you heard the bishonen!"












author's note:

goodness, the horrors of writing a love fic where kurei is NOT ooc! *mumbles* well, here it is, raydance awaits comments.

song: crucify my love
performed and written by: X Japan


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