Die’s Bad Hair: A Dir en grey Fanfic

Dir_en_Grey__anime_style__by_Chinchikurin

Another day at Dir en grey’s practicing studio…

Kyo entered the room without any suspicion at all. After mumbling an “Ohayo![1]”, he put his black leather slingbag on his usual chair, paid no much attention on the greeting’s reply, and headed to the nearest mirror to check his appearance. With his fingers, he combed his hair to arrange it, while humming vaguely. After a while doing so, suddenly he felt a sharp stare stabbed his back. Horrifiedly, his eyes moved to another reflection at his side. God, it was Toshiya! The vocalist turned around alarmingly.

“What?” he demanded defensively.

“Ne Kyo~~~, your hair…” Toshiya stared at Kyo with an obvious amazement. “…it’s black!!” His eyes grew bigger in excitement.

Kyo backed a little in surprise. “Yeah…” he said carefully. “Is there something wrong with that? Your hair is black, too, right?”

“Don’t misunderstand me, Kyo. It’s not like I’m complaining,” said Toshiya, advancing Kyo. His arm extended both slowly and excitedly, to stroke Kyo’s now black hair gently. “I love it,” he added amusedly. “I love black hair…  And you look so kawa—”[2]

Kyo looked alarmed. “Hey, don’t say it! Or you’ll regret it! Besides, it’s only black hair, Toshiya, black. There’s nothing so special about that. Don’t get over-reacted … Hey-hey, don’t hug me! … Let me go! Or I swear I’ll bite you!! … Toshiyaaa!!!”

Acting as a responsible leader, Kaoru came to separate them. But he got carried away, becoz Toshiya hugged him, too.

“Uwoo…  Another black hair!!”

“Gyaa!!”

Shinya moved slowly to Die’s side, who was watching Kyo and Kaoru wriggled free from Toshiya. “We’re so lucky, ne Die?” he said, smirking.

“Huh?” replied Die, distracted. “Lucky? Why?”

Shinya rolled his eyes. God, no, Die was wearing that stupid face again. “My hair is blonde, and yours is red. Otherwise, we’re gonna end up like Kyo and Kaoru.”

“Unn…yeah…” Die answered not so sure, frowning slightly.

Shinya raised an eyebrow before deciding to leave. He wasn’t sure Die was in the right state or not.

 —–

“He loves black hair…” Die sighed while looking at his reflection in the toilet’s mirror. He stuck out some of his hair with his fingers. “…while mine is red…” he added miserably.

 —–

Couples more Dir en grey practice sessions …

“Ohayo!” Die came both cheerfully and energetically to the practicing studio.

“Ohayo!”

The reply came from Toshiya. He turned to look at the guitarist, but soon gasped in shock. “Mygawd! Your hair!”

Die grinned rather nervously. “Yeah, I dyed it black. All black. Jet-black!”

(Okay, Toshiya, you can hug me anytime!)

But Toshiya still stared at him horrifiedly. His mouth was opened, but no voice came out.

(C’mon, Toshiya, don’t you think now it’s the right time for you to hug me? What are you waiting for?) “Toshiya?”

“Who are you??”

“Huh?”

“You’re not Die!! Not the real Die! You’re just look like him!!” Toshiya stated in shock. “Kaoruuuu~~ Someone has kidnapped Die~~!!! Heeelllpp~~!!” he howled madly, rushing inside to look for Kaoru.

Die was left in a complete disarray. He blinked, then, “Does it mean that I won’t get a hug?”

 —–

“C’mon, Die, tell me what’s got into you!”

Kaoru leant on the couch armrest, arms crossed at his chest, watching the other guitarist who sat on the stool in front of him. He had to sort this thing out by himself in a separate room becoz in another room, Toshiya was still howling madly about the red-haired Die who was being kidnapped and now replaced by this black-haired impostor. Kyo was getting so sick of it that he had to slap him hard in the face. It did stop him, though. But now they involved in a series of punches, slaps, kicks, bites, and scratches. Shinya decided it was the best time to finish the thick novel he hadn’t been able to touch for ages. So he walked rather merrily to what he thought the most quiet and peaceful place in the building: the fire-escape.

Die rolled his eyes, shrugging a little.

“Then why you dyed your hair black?”

“Well, you did, Toshiya did, and Kyo did, too!!” Die answered, a bit irritated. “Why shouldn’t I do it?”

“Becoz you’re Die!”

(-_-) Die stared at his leader for a while, before sighing, “Ne Kaoru, if you don’t have a better reason than that, I’ll leave. I’m hungry.” He got up from the stool, heading to the door.

Kaoru hurriedly grabbed Die’s arm. “Wait, Die!”

Die turned his head lazily. “What?”

“Are you going to eat ramen at that street corner stall?”

“And what’s it got to do with my hair??”

“Nothing… Okay, sorry… Where were we?… *ahem*… I mean, it’s true, Die, you can’t dye your hair black becoz you’re Die. Everyone recognizes you as the red-haired guitarist of Dir en grey. Us, the staff, the fans… Don’t you remember what they wrote in their fanfics? The red-haired guitarist…the red-haired bishounen[3]…(Who on earth thought that this stupid thing in front of me is a bishounen?) If you dyed your hair black, then what would happen to them? What would happen to their imaginations?”

Actually, Die didn’t give a damn on what would happen to the fanfic writers or their imaginations. Just changed the “red-haired” to “black-haired”, what was so difficult about that?

“But, Kaoru, I have my own reason why I dyed my hair black.”

“Then what is it?” asked Kaoru. To see that Die looked hesitated, he added rather dramatically, “Tell me, Daisuke![4] Tell meee!!”

(+_+) “Knock it off, Kaoru! You’re making me dizzy!” said Die to Kaoru who grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard. Die got dizzy easily if he was hungry.

“Sorry, a little bit carried away…” Kaoru mumbled apologetically.

(That’s what you called “a little bit”? -_-) Die cleared his throat before, “My reason is… *ahem* …anou~~…”

“Yes? Your reason is…?” Kaoru urged him.

My reason is becoz Toshiya loves black hair and I think I have a crush on him, so I… Dream on! There was no way Die could say that! He blushed at the thought of Toshiya, which made Kaoru eyed him curiously.

“Die?”

“It’s for a personal reason, Kaoru!” Die finally said, looking away from Kaoru. But the older man had spotted Die’s red face, and made it clearer.

“Aha! I know! You must be in love, Die! Look, your face is red! You have a crush on somebody, ne Die?” Kaoru exclaimed loudly.

(Great, Kaoru! Why don’t you use the microphone instead, or even call the press, so all the world would know?)

“C’mon, Die, we’ve been friends for long. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Tell me, who’s this person?” Kaoru said sweetly, clinging coaxingly to Die’s arm.

(Yes, you’re right, Kaoru, we’ve been friends for long so I have learned not to trust my love life to you!) Die smirked. “I don’t have to tell you everything…”

“But…”

Die sighed. “Have you finished, Kaoru? I’m going to get something to eat…” he said, once again heading to the door.

This time, Kaoru didn’t stop him. He just said, “Remember, Die, everyone loves your red hair!”

(Yeah, everyone. But not Toshiya! And that’s what matters to me!) Die didn’t bother to look back or to reply. He just walked out of the building, desperately for a bowl of ramen to eat.

 —–

After fulfilled his hunger, Die was now longing for a place to be alone. He wanted to skip the practice and headed to his apartement instead. But if he did that, the only place he was heading to would be his grave, becoz Kaoru would have killed him in the first place. So he shoved the thought of his lovely comfortable bedroom, and headed back to the studio building.

If Shinya thought fire-escape as the most quiet and peaceful place in this building, then the guitarist got a better place: toilet. So he entered it and headed straight to the sink. He turned the tap on and washed his face with the cold water from it. Then stared at his reflection in the mirror.

(Maybe Kaoru was right. I feel like I’m not looking at myself. Everyone is very used to my red hair, even one would think I was born red-haired!)

But didn’t matter how he looked, red-haired or black-haired, Toshiya didn’t seem to care.

(He didn’t notice me while I was red-haired, and now he screamed at my black hair! Really!)

Die shook his head. If they said women were hard to understand, then try to understand Toshiya.

Well, speaking of Toshiya… Without warning, the door cracked open. A black-haired poked from it.

“Die…?”

(From all the black-haired men in this building, why it has to be him?) The guitarist scowled. “Die’s not here,” he grunted.

Toshiya grinned appologetically. “Unn, sorry about that, Die. Guess I was just a bit shocked back then… Ahaha…” he said, absent-mindedly scratching his hair.

Die didn’t say anything but sat on the sink edge. Looking away grumpily and somehow miserably. Toshiya approached him and stood right in front of him.

“Look, Die, I don’t know what happened, but I just want you to know that I miss the red-haired Die already…”

Die slowly turned his head to stare at Toshiya.

(Oh no, he doesn’t like it!) Toshiya went nervous. “Well, of course it’s okay if you want to keep you hair black,” he said hastily. “It’s your hair anyway…”

“What did you say?”

(Hyaa, Die’s mad at me!) “I said it’s okay to keep your hair black. Really, Die, it’s okay,” Toshiya went more nervous.

“No, before that,” Die said impatiently.

Toshiya blinked. “Before that? Unh…well…I can’t remember it. Aha…sorry…” (My head goes blank when I’m too nervous ^^;)

(-_-) “Then go away, and come back here if you have remembered it.”

(^^;) “Not that rude, Die… *scratch-scratch* Chotto[5]… I said I miss the red-haired Die already…” Toshiya scratched his own hair and looked away to hide his slightly flushed face.

“My red hair? But why? I thought you like black hair,” Die said, staring deeply to the bishounen in front of him.

“Well yeah, I like black hair better. But you’re an exception, Die,” Toshiya let his eyes stared back to Die’s. “Your red hair is special. You and your red hair can’t be separated. It almost feels like a crime to get rid of red from your hair…” he paused a while, then, “Sounds silly, huh?”

Actually Die didn’t think it sounded silly. Becoz Die of Dir en grey was red-haired and he felt like he wasn’t that Die if he was black-haired. But he didn’t really know what to do or say. So he just mumbled, “Hontou[6]?”

Toshiya nodded, smiling sweetly. “Umh!”

Die smiled, slightly shaking his head. He felt a bit relieved becoz actually Toshiya liked his red hair. But he also felt a bit silly, becoz if he had known it before, he shouldn’t have dyed his hair black…

(Well, silly things you’ll do for a silly thing called love…)

“Toshiya…” Die said softly, lifting his hand to gently touch Toshiya’s cheek.

*doki-doki*[7] “Yea, Die…?”

“…your cheek is red…”

*blush* “Umm, well I…”

“…and it suspiciously looks like the shape of a hand palm…”

“What?!” Toshiya remembered something, then went furious. “Ano baka![8]

“Huh? Who?”

“Kyo! He slapped me!”

“What?!”

“Don’t worry, I slapped him back,” said Toshiya proudly, like it was the bravest thing a man could do to a devil named Kyo.

“Huh?” Die went confused. “What were you two doing actually?”

Toshiya cleared his throat. “Something stupid that you shouldn’t know,” he said, grinning rather embarrassedly. “Well, whatever it was, I’m the winner!” added the bassist proudly.

Suddenly, one of the cubicles’ door opened. “How dare you said you’re the winner, Toshiya! Do we have to hold a re-match?”

All eyes were staring at the vocalist who had just turned up. “What are you doing here, Kyo?!”

Kyo rolled his eyes. “Doing things that a normal man does in the toilet,” he answered.

“But you’re not a normal man…”

Kyo narrowed his eyes. “D’u really want a re-match, Toshiya?” he asked menacingly.

“Hey, Kyo, are you sure you’re not eavesdropping us?” asked Die, jumping from the sink. Toshiya was rather hiding behind him, stuck his tongue out to Kyo.

“I’m not eavesdropping,” said Kyo, slowly walking to reach the toilet door. “And if you said I’m eavesdropping, then what would you call this??”  he pulled the door in a sudden. Two men then tumbled in.

“Shinya! Kaoru!”

 —–

“So,” Kyo started up when the five of them were in the corridor, heading to the practicing room. “Die dyed his hair black becoz he wanted to get attention from Toshiya?”

Die went crimson. “It’s not… I’m not… Kyo!!”

“Wahahhaa… you hit the right point, Kyo!” said Kaoru smuggly.

“While actually Toshiya has already liked Die’s red hair?” Kyo went on annoyingly.

“Gwahahhahhaa!!!” Kaoru and Shinya were laughing merrily. While Toshiya suddenly became interested at his sneakers, so he could look down, hiding his smile.

“Shut up, Kyo! Knock it off!!” Die pushed Kyo’s body aside, making his way hurriedly so his bandmates wouldn’t be able to make fun of him anymore.

“A small thing like hair color could make all this hectic?” Kyo grumbled. “My hair was blonde for a long time, and no one complained when I dyed it black…”

“That’s becoz you’re cute (waa, don’t give me that killing stare, Kyo!) in both color. You have fans who like you in blonde or black. Becoz it’s not your hair color that they fuss about. You have talent, you have you own characteristics that they like,” explained Kaoru. “Right, Shinya?” he asked to Shinya who nodded in agreement. “While Die? *sigh* His selling point is only his red hair color. Well, unless you count that stupid grin of his…”

“Oy, you three! I hear that!! And I’m so pissed off!”

“Uh-oh!” Kaoru went pale. “Better run for your life!” he mumbled before setting off to the front door in top speed.

“Hey, you irresponsible leader!!” shouted Shinya. “Wait for us!”

“I don’t understand why we should run when it’s only Die…”

“Just shut up and run!” Shinya grabbed Kyo’s arm right before a pair of Adidas sneakers zoomed and landed exactly where Kyo had stood a second ago.

*gulp* “What the…?!”

“See, Kyo? That’s why we have to run!”

“Hai, wakarimashita![9]” *swoosh*

“Chickens!!!” Die shouted, scowling. “What?” he demanded, seeing Toshiya who grinned amusedly. “Are you going to make fun of me, too?”

“No,” Toshiya replied, still grinning amusedly. “Coz I like your stupid grin…”

*blush*

“Waii~~ Nice! Red suits you so well, you know?”

Die pushed Toshiya away. “Shut up and go away!” he growled.

“Hahahahhah…!!”

 —–

At the next practice session of Dir en grey…

“Ohayo!!”

“Uwoo~~ Is that you, Die?” Toshiya got up from his seat to approach the guitarist who had just turned up.

Die stood in the doorway, wearing an extremely wide grin. His hand on his hair. “So, what d’u think of this? Cool, huh?”

His hair was still black, but now it had red streaks here and there which glinted under the room’s neon light.

Kaoru and Shinya both looked amazed. “Wow, you looked great!”

“I am, huh?” Die turned around to show his hair to all his bandmates, grinning widely.

“Yeah,” said Kyo, a bit of jealousy in his voice. “Where did you get the idea, Die?”

“Thank you, Kyo, but it’s my idea,” replied Die proudly. “I was thinking –”

“No way! You’re too stupid to think of such a good idea!” Kyo splurted out automatically.

(-_-) “I swear I’m gonna kill you someday, Kyo!”

Kyo smirked. “Someday maybe, Die. But not today…”

For a brief moment, Kyo and Die were staring at each other, exchanging killing stare, before Kaoru automatically clammed his hand on Kyo’s mouth, while Shinya strangled the vocalist’s both arms. “Ahaha… don’t mind him, Die. Just continue whatever you were doing…”

Die gave a gratitude look at Kaoru and Shinya. Then cleared his throat. “Well…*ahem*…everyone (including you and me, Toshiya) loves my red hair. But you also love black hair. So I thought, what if I own both of red and black. In that case, I can have double your love, right?” he said proudly, as if it was the best thing his mind could think of.

(-_-;;) “What a stupid…”

“Shut up!” Die threw a frown look at his bandmates.

But Toshiya performed a bright smile. His eyes widened in excitement. “That’s brilliant!!” he exclaimed childishly happy.

“What??”

“Hey, Kaoru, is Toshiya okay?”

“Dunno. Maybe he’s just crazy…”

“Tell me,” Kyo started up innocently. “Which is more stupid: a stupid person, or a person who likes that stupid person?”

Kaoru and Shinya cracked up in an instant.

“SHUT UP, KYO!!”

**owari**

Keichirou©January2006


[1] ohayo: good morning
[2] Toshiya was going to say “kawaii” which means “cute”. But one thing that Kyo hates much is being called “cute”.

[3] bishounen: handsome/beautiful guy

[4] Die’s full name is Daisuke

[5] chotto: wait a moment

[6] hountou?: really? is it true?

[7] doki doki: the sound of heart throbbing

[8] ano baka: that stupid

[9] hai, wakarimashita: yes, understood

—–

Kei’s note:
  • Die is my favorite Dir en grey member. He got me at his red hair. When he dyed it black, I was like, “Huh, Die, why the black hair?”.
  • This fanfic is shounen-ai, means boy x boy. Nothing indecent, though. It’s not yaoi 😀
  • I wrote it in 2006, when I was still young, stupid, and innocent (^^;). It’s far from perfect, but I like the spirit 😀
  • The picture is taken from http://chinchikurin.deviantart.com. Left to right: Shinya (d), Kaoru (g), Kyo (v), Die (g), Toshiya (b).

Sang Vampire

Kastil itu tampak mencuat dilatarbelakangi langit malam setelah berbelok melewati pohon pinus yang berdiri rapi layaknya pasukan serdadu yang sedang upacara. Bulan terlihat merah dari sela dedaunan runcing. Kulambatkan laju mobil saat memasuki pekarangannya. Pagar besi yang dulu berdiri kokoh terkulai miring kehabisan tenaga. Sekumpulan karat telah menguasai permukaannya.

Setelah meninggalkan mobilku sendirian, aku menaiki tangga menuju teras. Semilir angin dingin menyegarkan tubuhku setelah berkendara dari tadi. Lolong anjing hutan lamat-lamat terdengar. Cocok sekali dengan suasana malam ini. Langkahku terhenti di depan pintu kayu yang keropos dimangsa keganasan waktu. Masih tampak sedikit sisa-sisa keangkuhan masa lalunya. Berhati-hati, pintu itu kudorong membuka.

Aku disambut udara apak dan masam yang menyerang mata dan tenggorokanku. Ruang kosong berdebu serta sebaris tangga melingkar tampak di hadapanku. Seperti yang telah diinstruksikan padaku, aku pun melangkah menuju tangga. Pandanganku menyapu sekitar. Diterangi nyala remang perapian, aku bisa melihat dinding kusam dan sarang laba-laba di beberapa sudut. Semua menunjukkan usia yang telah dilalui kastil ini.

Tangga berderit pelan menahan beban tubuhku saat kunaiki tiap anaknya. Kepulan debu menghempas dari karpet lusuh yang melapisinya. Persis seperti deskripsi di surat yang kuterima, dari ujung tangga, aku melihat pintu yang terbuka lebar, menuju kamar sang tuan rumah.

Kamar Sang Vampire.

Itu menurut warga desa. Tuan Williams, pemilik kastil tua di pinggir hutan, adalah sesosok makhluk abadi yang menjadikan darah sebagai penyambung hidupnya. Tidak ada yang pergi ke sana bisa kembali lagi dalam keadaan bernapas. Saat pertama mendengarnya, aku sempat penasaran. Tapi lama-lama, semua omongan itu hanya gema yang diucapkan berulang-ulang dengan kata-kata nyaris sama sehingga membuatnya kehilangan makna. Bagai celoteh burung kakaktua kepunyaan Tuan Adams, pemilik toko obat, yang menyapa tiap pengunjung yang datang dengan kalimat yang itu-itu saja. Menyenangkan pada awalnya, tapi membosankan jika sering didengar. Bagiku, berada di jalan pinggir kota di mana gelandangan dan berandalan berputar mengitari mangsa untuk dikeruk hartanya, lebih menggentarkan dibanding berada di kastil tua yang gelap dan berdebu. Tapi sepucuk surat yang diantarkan seorang anak kecil pagi ini membangunkan rasa penasaran yang telah lama lelap. Tuan Williams sedang sakit dan memintaku untuk datang. Surat itu merupakan alasanku untuk mengunjungi kastil tua itu dan mengenyangkan rasa ingin tahuku.

Kayuhan langkahku terhenti sesaat kala kudengar suara mendesau memanggil namaku.

“Silakan masuk, Dokter Winchester!”

Aku maju dan menemukan sesosok tubuh tua teronggok di kursi dekat jendela. Kulitnya pucat dan keriput, rambutnya putih beruban. Dia akan kusangka semacam mumi, jika matanya tidak membuka dan menatapku.

“Kau benar-benar datang, Dokter,” sapanya dengan susah payah. Seakan sudah bertahun-tahun dia tidak pernah memakai suaranya. “Apakah kau tidak tahu, atau kau memang bodoh?”

Aku agak tersinggung mendengarnya. “Maaf?”

“Kau tentu telah mendengar apa yang dikatakan penduduk desa tentang aku, bukan?”

“Dengan segala hormat, Tuan, aku hanya memenuhi kewajibanku sebagai dokter. Surat Anda mengatakan bahwa Anda membutuhkanku.”

Tubuh tua di hadapanku terbatuk dan terguncang. Aku mengernyit, lalu menyadari bahwa dia hanya tertawa.

“Tak apa, tidak usah ditutupi. Kau boleh mengatakan kalau sebagian alasan kau datang ke sini karena kau penasaran,” ujarnya. “Sebelum kembali ke desa kelahirannya, pelayan setiaku mengupah seorang bocah untuk mengirimkan surat padamu. Aku tahu, jika aku beralasan sakit, kau pasti datang…” Dia menghela napas, mengumpulkan kekuatan sebelum bertanya, “Kau tahu berapa umurku, Dokter?”

Dahiku berkerut, tidak menyangka akan diajukan pertanyaan seperti ini. Kuperhatikan baik-baik tubuh rentanya. Jari-jari panjang dan kurus dengan kuku tajam dan kotor, mengingatkanku pada ranting pohon di musim gugur. Rambut putih panjangnya tidak terurus, hidungnya bengkok, bibirnya kering dan pecah-pecah bagai tanah saat kemarau panjang. Matanya berkabut, menatapku dengan cahaya yang nyaris pudar. Semua yang ada padanya mengisyaratkan sesuatu yang kuno. Gemerlap kehidupan seakan meninggalkannya untuk menua dan mati perlahan. Perasaan yang sama seperti saat kau melihat jejeran nisan di pemakaman; sepi dan terlupakan. Aku membasahi bibirku, tidak yakin angka mana yang harus aku keluarkan untuk menjawab pertanyaannya.

Dia terkekeh parau, tampak senang karena aku kesulitan menjawab kuis kecil-kecilannya. “Dokter Winchester, umurku sudah ratusan tahun!”

Aku berjengit. Mulutku kubuka, siap menyuarakan ketidakpercayaan. Tapi jari-jari kurusnya terangkat perlahan, membuatku mengatupkan mulutku kembali.

“Kau tahu, Dokter? Omongan teman-temanmu di desa benar.” Dia menggelengkan kepala rapuhnya. “Tapi aku sudah letih…”

Aku tidak tahu harus bagaimana menanggapinya. Kenyataan yang baru diproses otakku memakan kemampuan berbicaraku. Jadi orang tua ini mengakui dirinya vampire? Tapi dari cerita-cerita khayalan yang kubaca, vampire hidup abadi. Dia tidak bisa menua, tidak seperti tubuh renta di hadapanku sekarang. Mungkin akal sehatnya telah luruh ditelan debu dan kesuraman kastil ini.

Seakan bisa membaca pikiranku, pemilik kastil itu mengangkat tangan kanannya. “Kau belum bisa percaya jika bukti belum terhidang di bawah hidungmu, bukan?” ujarnya sambil menorehkan kuku tajam pada nadi pergelangan kiri. Kulit kusutnya terkoyak, tapi kucuran merah darah segar absen dari lukanya.

Kata-kata seakan terbang meninggalkanku. Aku ternganga. Tidak ada manusia yang bisa hidup tanpa darah. Berarti benar dia ini bukan manusia?

Terlihat puas menikmati reaksiku, ia melanjutkan pembicaraan. Suaranya berkeretak bagai potongan kayu terbakar api unggun. “Sudah lama sekali sejak aku kehilangan gairah untuk hidup abadi. Semua orang berpikir, keabadian sangat menyenangkan, sesuatu yang diidam-idamkan. Tapi sesungguhnya itu sangat menyedihkan. Sepi dan sendiri. Kau tidak bisa mencintai siapa pun karena kau pasti akan ditinggal mati. Pada akhirnya, apa yang jadi sisa dari hatimu, terenggut oleh kesedihan, dan kau tidak akan bisa merasakan apa pun lagi. Letih… Lelah… Tapi tak peduli berapa lama pun aku menunggu, kematian tidak akan pernah menghampiriku. Aku hanya melemah, menua, membusuk, apa pun selain mati.” Sepasang matanya memaku mataku. “Aku hanya ingin semua ini berakhir, Dokter.”

Kesedihannya yang tulus menulariku. Mengalir dari alunan suaranya, merasuki ujung rambut dan  permukaan kulit, untuk lalu membanjiri seluruh sendiku. Vampire di hadapanku ini tidak berbahaya, dia hanyalah seorang malang yang diterpa badai penderitaan lebih dari yang bisa ditelannya. Aku mengerti rasanya ditinggalkan. Lima tahun lalu kekasihku meninggal karena sakit. Butuh waktu cukup lama bagiku untuk menghapus gambarannya dari tiap sudut hati dan pikiranku. Karena itu, sedikitnya aku bisa membayangkan betapa sakitnya tercabik perlahan selama ratusan tahun. Akal sehatku yang menolak mengakui omongan penduduk desa dikalahkan oleh rasa iba. Entah bagaimana, aku percaya dan bersimpati pada vampire tua ini.

“Anda yang memanggilku ke sini, Tuan Williams, apa yang bisa kulakukan untuk Anda?”

Telunjuknya yang bersalut kulit pucat dan keriput menunjuk ke arah perapian, pada besi pengorek yang bersandar di sana. “Aku yakin kau pasti telah membaca cukup banyak, bahkan hal-hal omong kosong seperti bagaimana cara membunuh vampire, bukan, Dokter?”

Aku mengangguk. Kuseret langkahku menuju perapian. Besi pengorek itu terasa berat dan dingin di tanganku. Dari luar, nyanyian anjing hutan kembali terdengar bersahutan. Aku menghela napas memantapkan hati, lalu melangkah menuju kursi yang diduduki Tuan Williams, sang vampire tua yang baru saja kukenal.

Note: dibuat untuk Modul 8 dan 9 Kelas Novel Dasar Online

Soulmate

“I’m looking for my soulmate…”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Because I want my soulmate is you…”

The orange-haired bishounen only stared at the blonde angel who floating in front of him. His summer blue eyes tracing the pale translucent skin, the fragile white wings, the deep grey eyes… “But, why…? I mean, I’m not even an angel…”

The angel in front of him smiled softly. “Oh, yes you are.”

“What?”

“You are an angel. You just can’t remember it,” the blonde angel approached him. His small hand caressed the orange hair gently. “And I can make you remember…” he whispered softly.

The orange-haired felt the soft lips brushed his own lips. A warm sensation spread from his lips down to his whole body, as if all trouble was wiped away from his mind, replaced by a bliss sensation. Then he felt a funny feeling at his back, and the next second, a pair of white wings had spread gracefully from his back.

The blonde angel broke the kiss, beaming fondly at the orange-haired. “I know an angel when I saw one…” then he stretched out his arm. “My soulmate…”

The orange-haired angel smiled and reached the outstretched arm.

Note:

Wrote this in July 2004. Found it recently. Decided to post it anyway. Fufufu..

Cermin

Kenapa cuma kamu yang bisa hidup bebas?

Bayangan di cermin itu menatap iri pada gadis di depannya. Pada rambut hitam ikalnya yang indah, pipinya yang merona, mata coklat besarnya..

Aku juga punya semua yang kamu punya. Tapi aku terjebak di sini, sementara kecantikanmu bebas untuk dikagumi orang. Kamu harus rasakan yang aku alami.

I won’t forgive you because you’re free!!

Pagi itu sang gadis berbeda dari biasanya. Dia kelihatan puas pada dirinya sendiri. Kecantikannya tampak lebih memukau. Rambut hitamnya ikalnya lebih berkilau. Mata coklatnya lebih bersinar.

Dia melirik cermin kesayangannya di sudut ruangan. Seulas senyum aneh terbentuk di bibirnya yang indah. Lalu, ditinggalkannya kamar itu, tanpa bercermin seperti hari-hari lainnya.

Sesosok bayangan menatapnya dari dalam cermin. Keputus-asaan terpancar dari sorot mata coklatnya. Tangannya lemah memukul permukaan cermin. Mulutnya bergerak-gerak tanpa suara… membentuk kata, “Tolong..”