Time Flies

Forget the past…

*All Elements of Mystere and Kooza belong to Cirque Du Soleil

Moha was sleeping peacefully...or at least, was TRYING to...he was TRYING to sleep off his rage, he couldn't believe that his "Self-proclaimed PARTNER" would LIE to him-! And after Moha allowed Trickster to keep Kooza in Mystere-!

That TRICKSTER...he'd tried to make a FOOL out of him...said he LOVED him! What RUBBISH and TRASH that was! Trickster only wanted a safe haven until he could ESCAPE the Nightmarish Reaper...and then return safely to his little world...WHEREVER that was...

Moha rested, trying to vent his frustration and confusion through sleep...he didn't notice his bowler hat gently being lifted from his head, or the buttons slowly being undone on his shirt and jacket, or his bow tie being flung somewhere out-of-sight...or that someone was even in the room with him...until he felt a familiar warmth across his chest...

At that, Moha's eyes fluttered awake to see a familiar figure...of Vertical orange, blue and indigo stripes...Moha SHOT AWAKE, grabbing the hand and trying to make a run for it...but the powerful being forced him against the bed with one hand, the other cupping his cheek...

"What's wrong, Narrator? Aren't you glad to see me?" Trickster purred the words, his white eyes staring with longing...and question...

"Wh-WHY DO YOU THINK...I'M ABOUT READY TO RUN OUT OF THIS ROOM?" Moha hissed in reply, "Y-YOU TRICKED ME! LIED TO ME ABOUT EVERYTHING! YOU said you were "FASCINATED" with Mystere, and wanted to learn about my world, to HELP ME! But NOOOOO! YOU were being STALKED by that...THING-OF-DEATH! And NOW it's After ME!"

Trickster sighed, "I know, I Screwed up there...not telling you about Crooner was AWEFUL OF ME...and I'm SORRY..."

"HOW DARE YO-!" Moha screamed as he went to smack Trickster...only for his hand to be caught just a split-second before making contact with his cheek...and then Trickster pinned him to the bed with his body, his passive, haunting white eyes glowing into Moha-Samedi's very soul as he whispered...

" I SAID I'M SORRY AS A COMPLIMENT...I DON'T say it very often..AND...I DIDN'T tell you about Crooner...FOR A REASON. I DIDN'T want you to get involved! I didn't want you hurt...like I've been..."

Moha gulped...Trickster's words were VERY sincere, something he...or as far as he knew, ANYONE...EVER saw in the Trickster...

"I-Alright...I ACCEPT your LOGIC...but I STILL don't see WHY I should-"

Trickster interupted Moha with a finger to the lips...then he raised the Narrator's hand in his grasp to his lips, tracing his fingers and kissing his palm...Moha felt an unnatural shiver of discomfort vibrate down his spine...he KNEW where this was going...he wasn't even sure if he could fight back...or rather, if he WANTED to...

"Narrator...no...MOHA-SAMEDI...when I first came here for sanctuary...I DID want to learn about this world...to pass time...and YOU were the most knowledgable person in the place...and SO FASCINATING! I never knew one with so much knowledge could be so...introverted...and resistant when it came to showing off!"

"...I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or...?" Moha stated, trailing off in confusion...

"ANYWAY..." Trickster continued, "As I spent more time with you, I noticed the accidents that you spoke of...YOU, despite obviously NOT being behind them, were ALWAYS around when they happened...I sensed a dark presence, similar to Crooner, only different...THAT'S when I realized you were in danger, and vowed to help you...as I dedicated myself, in exchange for safety, to secretely keeping YOU safe, and opening your personality so YOU would notice there was more to these accidents then some run-away clown...I-I noticed how...DIFFERENT yet the SAME we were...it made me feel closer to you...MORE than a friend...like...our opposites...were attracted to eachother..."

Trickster trailed of as his deeply inhaled, kissing Moha's palm with passion, drawing a blush from Moha-Samedi as Trickster gazed at him once more...this time, however, the eyes were NOT haunting...but warm, compassionate, and focused SOLELY on the man in pink...

"I. LOVE. YOU. MOHA-SAMEDI..." Trickster whispered, "and even though I fear crooner's re-appearence has brought a near end to Kooza's stay in Mystere..."

"WHOAWhoaWhoa wait...you're leaving?" Moha asked, suddenly feeling a discomfort deep in his heart as he propped himself on his elbows...

"Yes," Trickster sighed sadly, "And even though I must take my realm back as late as tomorrow eve, I wish...no, I pray...No not even...I WANT TO and WILL prove to you, that I TRULY love you...not JUST as a friend from another world...but a TRUE LOVER of my ENTIRE BEING...not Your world...not My world...OUR WORLD...Moha-Samedi..."

Moha felt his breathing hitch at Trickster's words as the illusionist God-master lowered Moha to his back once more...hearing his name uttered by the crafty charmer's voice brought out strange desires in Moha-Samedi he'd NEVER felt before...he didn't even want to fight anymore...he allowed trickster to lower him, on the bed...and closed his eyes, bracing himself for whatever sensations were soon to bring out his very soul...

"MOHA-SAMEDI..." Trickster whispered as he completely slipped Moha's shirt off his body...little was the Narrator aware that Trickster, as he snapped his fingers to disapear his own shirt, jacket and tie, planned on bringing MORE out of that night's Solstrom-Love-Mergence then just memories...SO MUCH MORE...