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Act 2
By Akira Inugami, Shigeshi Shiomi, and Shio
After the Gaw that Garma was riding collided with the White Base and exploded, the Zabi family sent a search party to Earth to look for his body. It was Great Degwin who ordered the search for Garma’s body, which had probably been shattered to pieces due to the explosion. It must have been a parent’s desire to see even a single memento of his beloved son.
Char was among this search party.
Having been close to him as a friend and subordinate during his lifetime, Char volunteered to do so.
He wanted to confirm Garma’s death. He wanted to make sure there was no evidence left behind that he had orchestrated it. His story of revenge had only just begun.
Despite a frantic search, Garma’s body was never found. They had to resign to the fact that it must have dispersed after all.
Great Degwin called off the search.
However, Char’s heart was in a panic.
It may have been shattered. But still, there’s no body –
Some kind of ominous premonition gripped his heart. It felt like Garma was alive…
On that day, a grand and solemn state funeral was held for Garma. Meanwhile, Char was watching the broadcast on TV at the counter of a deserted bar with brandy in hand. There were no other patrons in the establishment other than him.
“Garma has died! Why!?”
Gihren on the TV asks.
“Because he was a spoiled kid.”
With that said, Char finished off the glass of brandy in one gulp, and when he left the bar, it was raining gently outside, as if pitying Garma’s death. Char walked aimlessly down the empty alley without an umbrella.
When he suddenly looked up, he saw a man turning the corner ahead.
Purple hair.
Looks like Garma.
He quickly followed him around the corner. But there was no one to be seen.
Heh…it can’t be Garma. He’s dead.
Char laughed to himself and started walking again. However, something was bothering him.
On the day it was decided that Char would be demoted and that he would be leaving this town tomorrow, he was at his favorite bar.
Char liked the calm atmosphere, where the bartender didn’t talk to anyone and the guests were all quiet. At the far end of the counter, he was remembering Garma.
The Gaw should have exploded at that time. And Garma too…
Char felt eyes on him and looked behind him. There was a man watching from a table in the back.
G-Garma, no way…
His hand holding the glass trembled slightly.
I have to make sure.
Char approached him, trying to appear calm.
“Is this seat taken? How about I join you? Drinking alone is boring, so I’ll buy you one.”
Without even listening to the other person’s reply, Char sat down across from him. He was silent and smiling. Char called for a waiter to bring him some wine, and the candle on the table Char offered him illuminated his face mystically like heat haze.
If he was wearing a military uniform right now, he would look just like Garma.
The two remained silent, just looking into each other’s eyes.
Char began to love this man who resembled Garma.
The two of them were roommates while attending the military academy. Char slept with Garma only for the sake of revenge, but even so, it seemed like there was something about him that was attractive.
It was a bit extreme, but his sad eyes could draw anyone closer to him. Rather than find out whether he was Garma or not, Char wanted to sleep with him instead. A passionate feeling arose that he had never experienced before.
“I want to drink with you until dawn. How about it? I’ll get us a place to stay…”
Char was willing to take him with him even if he refused, but the man immediately nodded. The two left the bar.
Char then chose a large room with a nice view, which Garma would have liked, and as if he knew Char’s thoughts from the beginning, the man immediately headed to the shower as soon as he entered the room. Meanwhile, Char prepared some brandy and started drinking it first. However, after a while, he took off his clothes and went into the shower where the other man was waiting.
He was not at all surprised and greeted Char with a smile. After rinsing off his partially washed body in the shower, he hugged Char and pressed their lips together. Char put his arms around his back and gently pushed him down onto the tiles.
Char’s hands covered in body wash ran over every inch of his body. He was completely at the mercy of those hands, closing his eyes and holding back his arousal. Just as he noticed Char caressing his sensitive area, Char then squeezed it harder.
“Ah…”
Char’s fingers skillfully caressed his thing as he let out a voice.
Char grasped and stroked it from the base to the tip. His thing was getting hotter and hotter.
Char made him get face down on his knees, and his body, which had become slippery from the soapy water, accepted Char with some ease as he shoved it in from behind.
“Uu…aah…Ch…ar…”
He couldn’t bear it anymore and let out a cry.
Char? Why my name…!?
His body squeezed Char so tightly that Char forgot about those doubts.
Char lifted him up and gave him a light kiss, then took him out of the shower and carried him to the bed. He gently lowered him onto the sheets and climbed on top of him. Char’s tongue moved from his neck to his chest to his waist, gently creeping all over his body from his hair to his toes, completely mesmerizing him.
Char lost himself as he devoured him.
When Char’s tongue brushed against his arm, for a moment, Char saw the scar he had given Garma when he tried to force himself on him. Char removed his tongue, but as if to reproach him, the man dug his nails into Char’s arm. It didn’t matter to Char whether he was Garma or not. Char himself refused to think about it at that moment, and took his arm and leaned over him again.
The morning sun was shining through the gap in the curtains, illuminating Char’s face. He woke up, shading his eyes from the glare, and suddenly looked to the side to see that the man wasn’t there. He assumed he was in the shower room or something, so Char sat up listlessly and sat down on the edge of the bed. However, the shower was empty. The door to the room was still locked, and all of his clothes were still there.
Where has he gone, what happened…
Char asked himself.
Char’s sense of guilt for killing Garma, which was extremely unlike him, may have been suddenly showing him a dream. However, the claw marks on his body denied that.
Char took a cigarette from the table and lit it. He stood up and opened the curtains.
He thought he saw Garma’s mischievous smile on the other side of the window.
A few hours later, Char left this town.
FIN
Act 3
By Ryō Hitaka
The text reads:
His hair contains a beautiful message.
Vanity is a form of beauty.
End of Act 2 and 3