Chapter Five: Meeting the Gackt Tin-Man.
Eventually they stumbled, literally for Pomme, into a forest filled with beautiful sculptures. Everywhere they looked they saw sculptures, some small and some large. Amongst all of these sculptures was a sculpture of a man trying to cover up the fact that he was naked. Only, as they got closer and closer they noticed that it wasn’t a sculpture but a real man, frozen in place.
“Whoa,” said Pomme, trying not to stare at the beautiful man.
“I want my hair to do that!” said Sarai, looking at the man’s hair.
The naked man’s hair was partially corn-rowed on top and then, in a pony-tail, fell in several spiral curls around his shoulders. The man was very beautiful, with sparkly blue eyes and a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.
“I wonder how to un-freeze him.” Mused Sarai.
Then, in the silence following Sarai’s musings, they heard a sound. A soft and muffled sound that seemed to come from the frozen man.
“Muh miss, muh miss!” said the man, well as best as he could considering his lips were frozen.
“Muh miss!” copied Miyavi.
“Miyavi, this is no time to play copy-cat. What does ‘Muh miss’ mean?” asked Sarai.
“Maybe it means ‘My dress’?” asked Pomme.
“My dress? What does he want with a dress? It is not like he can get dressed while he is frozen in place. No, it has to mean something else.”
“What about cookies!” exclaimed Miyavi.
Instead of answering this Sarai and Pomme just stared at Miyavi until he decided to move away and pick at a sculptured tree.
“Muh miss! Muh miss!” said the man again. His eyes seemed to want to move, but couldn’t, forced to stay focused elsewhere.
“We’re trying, damn it, give us a minute.” Said Sarai, frustrated.
“Muh miss. Wait! A kiss! A kiss, he wants a kiss!” exclaimed Pomme.
Sarai looked at Pomme and smiled. “Are you sure that’s not more wishful thinking than anything?”
“Well, it can’t hurt. Right?” asked Pomme.
“Fine,” replied Sarai. “Go ahead. Kiss him. While you’re doing that, I’m going to try something else.”
As Sarai walked toward where Miyavi was (he had begun to yell at a sculpture about cookies), Pomme timidly tripped forward and gentle kissed the man’s lips. As soon as she did the man blinked and took a deep breath. His eyelids fluttered a moment, pursing his lips, he moved as if he was going to lift his hands, but thought better of it.
Gracefully, the man leaned back, making sure to keep his hands over his privates. He rolled his shoulders slowly, popped his neck and then looked at Pomme with his sparkly blue eyes.
“Thank you for freeing me. God, it is stiff work being a sculpture!” said the man.
Pomme fought to speak intelligently, trying to pick her jaw up off of the ground.
“I didn’t think that would actually work! I just thought it would be fun to kiss you!” Quickly, a blush spread across Pomme’s face after saying that.
The man laughed softly and looked down. “Would you mind getting me my clothing? It is a bit drafty out here.”
“Oh! Of course, where are they?” replied Pomme.
“Well the last time I saw them they were underneath those trees over there.” The sculpture man pointed in a direction and Pomme carefully stumbled over there to look. What she found made her jaw drop to the ground once again. The man’s clothes consisted of a puffy white shirt; one that looked like it belonged to a pirate, a pair of gold leather pants that had slights all the way up the sides and were laced with black ribbons, a pair of silver knee-high boots and a platinum thong.
Timidly bringing them over, Pomme held them up and asked,
“Are these it?”
The man reached out and took the clothes, smiling and nodding. He walked behind a large tree and quickly dressed while Pomme tried to remain balanced. When he came out, Pomme’s eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch where several perfect rubies were sown to accentuate the bulge. Embarrassed, she turned her head and tried to think of something to say.
“Nice pants.” Internally Pomme smacked herself because that was all she could say. Just then Sarai came up and stopped short, staring.
“Holy Shit! It worked?! Kissing him worked?! No way. Whoa. Nice jewels, I mean…” Sarai stopped a moment, fighting a blush that was quickly taking over her face. “Um, nice pants.”
“Hey Toto!” Miyavi came running up and stopped short also. “Toto, you’re so red it looks like an apple and a tomato and blood all got together and had a baby on your neck!”
“My name isn’t Toto, damn it!” cried Sarai, trying to cover her face and the hide the blush.
“Your name is Toto?” asked the sculpture man.
“No! My name is Sarai. That is Miyavi and this is Pomme. What is your name?”
“Gackt. Thanks for rescuing me.” The man bowed low and kissed both Pomme and Sarai’s hands.
“No problem. Why were you frozen like that?” asked Sarai.
“Well you see, the Wicked Bitch of the West wanted my jewels and I wouldn’t give it to her. So she got pissed off and turned me into a piece of sculpture amongst a forest of sculptures, sure that no one would notice me. And that’s how I ended up here. How did you get here?”
“We are following the Pink Gibson Road to get to the Pink Star City to see the J-Rock Wizard so that they can go home.” Said Miyavi.
“Well, that didn’t really answer the question, but okay. Do you mind if I come along too?”
Pomme and Sarai looked at each other and then smiled.
“Sure! You can come too. Maybe you will recognize something and be able to help us find the way to the Pink Star City.” Said Pomme.
“So, we’re off?” said Sarai.
With that, the four of them hooked arms and cheerfully began their journey towards the Pink Star City.
Eventually they stumbled, literally for Pomme, into a forest filled with beautiful sculptures. Everywhere they looked they saw sculptures, some small and some large. Amongst all of these sculptures was a sculpture of a man trying to cover up the fact that he was naked. Only, as they got closer and closer they noticed that it wasn’t a sculpture but a real man, frozen in place.
“Whoa,” said Pomme, trying not to stare at the beautiful man.
“I want my hair to do that!” said Sarai, looking at the man’s hair.
The naked man’s hair was partially corn-rowed on top and then, in a pony-tail, fell in several spiral curls around his shoulders. The man was very beautiful, with sparkly blue eyes and a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.
“I wonder how to un-freeze him.” Mused Sarai.
Then, in the silence following Sarai’s musings, they heard a sound. A soft and muffled sound that seemed to come from the frozen man.
“Muh miss, muh miss!” said the man, well as best as he could considering his lips were frozen.
“Muh miss!” copied Miyavi.
“Miyavi, this is no time to play copy-cat. What does ‘Muh miss’ mean?” asked Sarai.
“Maybe it means ‘My dress’?” asked Pomme.
“My dress? What does he want with a dress? It is not like he can get dressed while he is frozen in place. No, it has to mean something else.”
“What about cookies!” exclaimed Miyavi.
Instead of answering this Sarai and Pomme just stared at Miyavi until he decided to move away and pick at a sculptured tree.
“Muh miss! Muh miss!” said the man again. His eyes seemed to want to move, but couldn’t, forced to stay focused elsewhere.
“We’re trying, damn it, give us a minute.” Said Sarai, frustrated.
“Muh miss. Wait! A kiss! A kiss, he wants a kiss!” exclaimed Pomme.
Sarai looked at Pomme and smiled. “Are you sure that’s not more wishful thinking than anything?”
“Well, it can’t hurt. Right?” asked Pomme.
“Fine,” replied Sarai. “Go ahead. Kiss him. While you’re doing that, I’m going to try something else.”
As Sarai walked toward where Miyavi was (he had begun to yell at a sculpture about cookies), Pomme timidly tripped forward and gentle kissed the man’s lips. As soon as she did the man blinked and took a deep breath. His eyelids fluttered a moment, pursing his lips, he moved as if he was going to lift his hands, but thought better of it.
Gracefully, the man leaned back, making sure to keep his hands over his privates. He rolled his shoulders slowly, popped his neck and then looked at Pomme with his sparkly blue eyes.
“Thank you for freeing me. God, it is stiff work being a sculpture!” said the man.
Pomme fought to speak intelligently, trying to pick her jaw up off of the ground.
“I didn’t think that would actually work! I just thought it would be fun to kiss you!” Quickly, a blush spread across Pomme’s face after saying that.
The man laughed softly and looked down. “Would you mind getting me my clothing? It is a bit drafty out here.”
“Oh! Of course, where are they?” replied Pomme.
“Well the last time I saw them they were underneath those trees over there.” The sculpture man pointed in a direction and Pomme carefully stumbled over there to look. What she found made her jaw drop to the ground once again. The man’s clothes consisted of a puffy white shirt; one that looked like it belonged to a pirate, a pair of gold leather pants that had slights all the way up the sides and were laced with black ribbons, a pair of silver knee-high boots and a platinum thong.
Timidly bringing them over, Pomme held them up and asked,
“Are these it?”
The man reached out and took the clothes, smiling and nodding. He walked behind a large tree and quickly dressed while Pomme tried to remain balanced. When he came out, Pomme’s eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch where several perfect rubies were sown to accentuate the bulge. Embarrassed, she turned her head and tried to think of something to say.
“Nice pants.” Internally Pomme smacked herself because that was all she could say. Just then Sarai came up and stopped short, staring.
“Holy Shit! It worked?! Kissing him worked?! No way. Whoa. Nice jewels, I mean…” Sarai stopped a moment, fighting a blush that was quickly taking over her face. “Um, nice pants.”
“Hey Toto!” Miyavi came running up and stopped short also. “Toto, you’re so red it looks like an apple and a tomato and blood all got together and had a baby on your neck!”
“My name isn’t Toto, damn it!” cried Sarai, trying to cover her face and the hide the blush.
“Your name is Toto?” asked the sculpture man.
“No! My name is Sarai. That is Miyavi and this is Pomme. What is your name?”
“Gackt. Thanks for rescuing me.” The man bowed low and kissed both Pomme and Sarai’s hands.
“No problem. Why were you frozen like that?” asked Sarai.
“Well you see, the Wicked Bitch of the West wanted my jewels and I wouldn’t give it to her. So she got pissed off and turned me into a piece of sculpture amongst a forest of sculptures, sure that no one would notice me. And that’s how I ended up here. How did you get here?”
“We are following the Pink Gibson Road to get to the Pink Star City to see the J-Rock Wizard so that they can go home.” Said Miyavi.
“Well, that didn’t really answer the question, but okay. Do you mind if I come along too?”
Pomme and Sarai looked at each other and then smiled.
“Sure! You can come too. Maybe you will recognize something and be able to help us find the way to the Pink Star City.” Said Pomme.
“So, we’re off?” said Sarai.
With that, the four of them hooked arms and cheerfully began their journey towards the Pink Star City.
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