Yoshiki's Picnic - 08, 09

Part eight - Forgotten Whispers

"Hay, hay, guysssszz. What are we going to be doin' at this picnic??" Rolly tittered on in front of the group. "Why don't we play a GAMEKU!! Ne, ne, rock-paper-drag queen anyone?! Yosh, yosh, yosh, yoshi!!" he exclaimed, throwing his fist into the middle of the circle and straightening his granny wig. The plastic strands were curled tightly on the top of the counterfeit hair strands, as though the air were electrically positive and the ends of the hair were negative, polarizing them with a strength no force in the universe could counter. Electromagnetism was no joke and could rip a man in two. Yoshiki knew this because he had been an Astrophysics major before he turned to Interpretive Dance, later leaving that for the pHd he had now in Literature. He thought back to his days in class, and knew that if the laws of Physics had allowed it, Rolly's wig would not only have been pushed into a tight unforgiving curl... it would have been pushed so hard it would have to cave his brain in. But it would not stop there because air is all around us after all and it would continue to smash and shatter whatever part of Rolly's gender-confused body was opposing it. It would not even stop after it had destroyed every remaining bit of the has-been Japanese once-band-member. Yoshiki realized that if the wig had enough electrons, and the air enough negatrons these items of incredible power would mate together creating a force that would blind the entire planet. It would cause the wig to shoot straight down through the crust of the earth, not stopping until it reached the titanium core of the Earth. Only the core of such a cruel world would stop the wig from burning rubber straight through this glorious planet and out into space to become a distant star of fashion glory which would perhaps hurtle itself to the edges of the very universe.

"No, I do not wish to play such silly games as this, Rollie," sang Rolly, who then waved his hand at Rolly. Rolly sadly returned his fist to his groin then pulled the felted jacket he'd picked up at a thriftstore around his shoulders which were located at the beginnings of his arms.

"Ne, Rolly!" said the guy who had accompanied Rolly to the park, Issay. "Rolly, what's the matter?? You're looking upset..." he said to Rolly. Rolly shrugged and looked at the ground. Something is going on here. Rolly doesn't look at the ground. Rolly dances. Rolly smiles. Rolly eats. Rolly sings. Rolly composes. Rolly snacks. Rolly jogs. Rolly wears glittering platform shoes. Rolly eats food he found on the floor. Rolly dresses like a woman. Rolly wears wigs. Rolly giggles. Rolly talks. Rolly puts makeup on weird. Rolly bleaches his hair. Rolly goes on the occasional vacation. Rolly breathes. But Rolly does not look at the ground. thought Issay to himself for a few minutes.

Yoshiki wondered why his thoughts weren't being heard, as he'd been thinking rather loudly for quite a while. As he pondered the power of thought telipathy he excised the razor blade he always kept in the picnic basket he took with him everywhere from said picnic basket. He brought it over his wrist and was about to cut into his flesh when Sugizo, grabbed his arm and took the razor blade box-cutter from Yoshiki's tender fingers.

"Let me guess, inner-vein itch?" Sugizo jested. "Have some raw potato slices," he asked, handing them to Yoshiki.

"Sugizo why do you always stop me from mutliating myself? The others just watch then say I whine too much about technology then they leave."

"Naze? Demo...desu kedo. Sumimasen ore wa nandemo hana no tsuke sasayaki. Boku no yami pantsu wa desu ka? Iie, tsubuyaki animal yume mite ikimashoo, dakedo subete wonder-woman hikari desu."

"Ah..soou desu ka." Yoshiki said. "Arigato yo, Sugizo-sama. Anata wa suki," he whispered, kissing Sugizo's cheek.

Why are we having this picnic? Are these caviar sandwiches affecting my breath? How does Sugizo feel about this tie I picked out? I don't know why I picked it. I just thought it would look good for a picnic. Was I wrong?

Part nine - Gackt Performs

"Heyaaaa!" stated Gackt, arriving next to the shining picnic at last. From a few feet away he did a few jumping jacks to energize himself and then did a summersalt in the air, and rolled into the picnic. He rolled among the j-rockers and landed next to HYDE then sat up and accepted an endive hors deuvres from someone.

"Hey, there, Hyde." Gackt winked then giggled. "Were you bored without me?? No party is a party without GACKT-SAN. BOKU WA DESU!!" He screamed, throwing his endive into the air and jumping to his feet, beginning to punch the air with unerring energy. Looking at him was like watching a mouse that had just been fed laxatives in its wheel, and the mouse's bathroom was right in front of the wheel, so it was constantly running toward it. Gackt had to go. He had to go all the time and in a big way. Nothing could stop Gackt from going once he had started and it didn't matter how messy things got. Gackt would go whether anyone liked it or not. It didn't matter where and it didn't matter when. Gackt would just go.

As he went, the other's watched and laughed among themselves at his affinity. No one cared about the semantics of Gackt's energy, they only knew that he had it and that it was there.

"Whoo-pah. Hut! Hut!" Gackt rumbled, doing fancy arm movements, shifting them under his legs, and trying to impress the group with his almost magical abilities. He squatted and stuck his arm parallel to the ground, then he threw his leg over his arm and bent it, creating a sort of abstract pose. Then he slid his arm out from under his leg with almost impeccable ease, waving it about to show the others that it was unharmed.

"SUGOIIIII!!! The glay member shrieked, slapping his hands together loudly to make a sort of clapping noise. He was so impressed with Gackt's stunt that he immediately began to try it out for himself. He instantaneously injured his arm and cried when he saw that it now stuck out at a peculiar angle.

The others laughed and their musical laughter filled the park with a soft melodious chuckling. Their quiet guffaws could be heard throughout it and nearby peoples looked up for the source. A bird in a tree sang softly, gently contributing to the many musical noises escaping from the green wilderness area. The sky sighed and a wind began to blow, tickling the grasses as the j-rockers enjoyed their picnic, not aware of the many fates that awaited them much sooner than they did not realize.

.~•••TO BE CONTINUED•••~.