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comment_fic's ""He's a wolf in disguise/
But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes" (Monster, Lady GaGa)" Mild Muraki/OFC
The dance floor at Club Nukekubi, Shinjuku's newest Gothic nightclub, was always packed and Mineko and her galpal Misa were rarely without partners. But this evening found them on the edge of the floor, dancing with each other, where Mineko kept getting glimpses of an especially striking gentleman seated at a table on a low metal balcony close by.
"Who's that man?" she asked Misa, over the grinding beat blaring from the sound system.
"Which one?"
"The pale one in the grey shirt on the balcony, the one with the platinum blond hair."
"That evil-looking old one? I'll bet he's a vampire."
"He doesn't look that old to me: he's beautiful, like an angel."
Misa looked up to the balcony and shivered a little. "Just look him in the eye: there's something not right there."
Mineko got a better look, trying not to stare up into the man's eyes, since that would be rude. Misa was partly right: one of his eyes didn't quite match the other, as if one might be a false eye. The other, a piercing shade of silvery grey, made her feel as if when their gazes met, he could look into her very soul and drink from it.
He must have spotted her, or sensed her looking at him, because he smiled to her invitingly and bowed his head.
"I think he's seen us: let's go up and say hello," Mineko said.
"You go: I'd rather stay down here on the dance floor and be safe," Misa said, looking away.
"Oooh, all the more of him for me," Mineko said, mounting the steps to the balcony, where the pale stranger already waited for her, the invitation in his pale eye all the more intent...
comment_fic's ""He's a wolf in disguise/But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes" (Monster, Lady GaGa)" Mild Muraki/OFC
The dance floor at Club Nukekubi, Shinjuku's newest Gothic nightclub, was always packed and Mineko and her galpal Misa were rarely without partners. But this evening found them on the edge of the floor, dancing with each other, where Mineko kept getting glimpses of an especially striking gentleman seated at a table on a low metal balcony close by.
"Who's that man?" she asked Misa, over the grinding beat blaring from the sound system.
"Which one?"
"The pale one in the grey shirt on the balcony, the one with the platinum blond hair."
"That evil-looking old one? I'll bet he's a vampire."
"He doesn't look that old to me: he's beautiful, like an angel."
Misa looked up to the balcony and shivered a little. "Just look him in the eye: there's something not right there."
Mineko got a better look, trying not to stare up into the man's eyes, since that would be rude. Misa was partly right: one of his eyes didn't quite match the other, as if one might be a false eye. The other, a piercing shade of silvery grey, made her feel as if when their gazes met, he could look into her very soul and drink from it.
He must have spotted her, or sensed her looking at him, because he smiled to her invitingly and bowed his head.
"I think he's seen us: let's go up and say hello," Mineko said.
"You go: I'd rather stay down here on the dance floor and be safe," Misa said, looking away.
"Oooh, all the more of him for me," Mineko said, mounting the steps to the balcony, where the pale stranger already waited for her, the invitation in his pale eye all the more intent...