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DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial
work of fiction based on the anime/manga Gankutsuou. Original copyright
of Gankutsuou belongs to Mahiro Maeda, Gonzo/Media Factory, GDH.
Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.
GANKUTSUOU REBORN

© September 13, 2005 By
Rory V. Pascual

CHAPTER SIX: Dangerous Liaisons
When Etienne arrived at the La Decadenza
after his tryst with Albert, he was readily met by Tintoretto, who informed
him that he would not be performing that evening. The Italian did not give
him any reasons for this sudden change in schedule. Still, such day-offs
were rare that the singer decided to take advantage of it. Going up to
their suite, he gathered all the nice letter paper he could find and plopped
right down at his desk to write that much delayed letter to Eugenie Danglars.
The words flowed from his pen like
running water as he narrated to the pianist everything that had happened
to him. Etienne described his meeting with Lucien and Beauchamp, and their
promise to help him leave the club. Of course, Albert was certainly not
left out. By the time he was finished with his ten-page missive, he was
chagrined to see that he had used up six of those pages just talking about
Albert alone.
Smiling, Etienne added as a postscript,
"Forgive me if I seemed to have rambled on a lot about Albert. But I'm
sure if you two meet, you'll understand why. You and Albert have changed
my life, and I thank you so much for that."
Done, the singer gazed outside the
window. Engrossed as he was with his writing, he did not realize that night
had already fallen. He stretched his arms up and yawned.
"My, how quickly time flies!" he
mused aloud, as he opened his drawer. The gold pocket watch that Albert
had given him caught his eye. He picked it up and laid it on his palm,
opening the cover.
Death is certain.The hour uncertain.
Albert had told him that the watch
had been a gift from someone dear to him. At first, he thought it had come
from Franz. However, he always imagined the late Baron d'Epinay to be of
cheerful disposition, same as his friend. These words were just too sinister,
definitely not appropriate to be engraved on a watch that was meant to
be a gift.
"Who gave you to Albert?" Etienne
quietly asked the pocket watch, not at all expecting a reply.
From out of nowhere, someone answered,
:It
came from my friend.:
Etienne nearly dropped the watch
in his shock. Pressing his hands to his temples, he wondered fearfully
if he was about to suffer another attack. He waited and waited for that
splitting headache to develop. Thankfully, he felt no pain.
The singer dismissed it as a trick
of his mind. Figuring that he would ask Albert about the watch next Sunday,
Etienne put it back inside his dresser, together with his letter to Eugenie,
and locked it. With nothing else to do, he decided to go down and see what
was happening at the club. Regardless of what Tintoretto had said, he would
not mind if he sang an impromptu number or two.
However, the singer's happiness was
short-lived when he was met by one of the bouncers just as he stepped out
of the lift.
"You have a customer, Etienne," burly
Bruno informed him. "He's waiting for you at the lounge."
So here was the true reason for his
day-off. Sighing, he told the bouncer, "Let me get changed first, Bruno."
"No, you're fine the way you look.
You'd better hurry. He's been waiting for half an hour. Oh, and he paid
for an all-nighter, so�"
Etienne glumly answered, "Yes, I
understand."
The bouncer noticed the sorrow on
the singer's face. Bruno quickly added, "If you need anything, anything
at all, don't hesitate to buzz me, all right?"
"I will," Etienne beamed at the big
man, feeling a bit guilty as well. Of all the bouncers at La Decadenza,
it was Bruno who looked after his welfare. "Thank you, Bruno."
Lest his client become angry at his
lateness and complain with Tintoretto, the singer hurried into the lift
and went straight up to the lounge.
"Good evening," Etienne greeted cheerfully
as he entered the guest lounge. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I�."
The words died in his throat at the
sight of Gasparde sitting on the velvet armchair. The man was already dressed
in a loose robe, prepared for the sensual night ahead. He was dismayed
to notice that the bottle of brandy on the table beside him was completely
consumed. If there's anything that the singer dreaded, it was to have this
particular client drunk.
"You certainly kept me waiting, Etienne,"
Gasparde slurred the words as he stood up, slowly approaching the singer
like a predator.
"I did not mean to, Monsieur Gasparde,"
Etienne stammered fearfully. "If I had known it was you, I would have�"
"You would have told your Master
that I have some kind of disease so you wouldn't have to service me."
The singer took a step back, the
urge to flee growing stronger with every second. Gasparde grabbed his arm
before he could do so, and yanked him close to his rank body.
"Monsieur Gasparde, no�" Etienne
struggled to break free from the man's loathsome embrace.
"You can't lie to me, boy," Gasparde
whispered in his ear. "I know why you've been avoiding me. There's someone
else, isn't there? A handsome young man with brown hair and blue eyes�
Someone whom Tintoretto doesn't know about."
Albert!
"I�I don't know what you're talking
about."
Gasparde dug his fingers into the
singer's hair and jerked his head back. "Don't deny it! He's your lover!"
"No, you've got it wrong!" Etienne
cried. "He's just a friend, someone I met at the church."
"Would you kiss a friend on the lips
like this?"
Etienne wanted to gag as Gasparde
pressed his mouth to his lips, a lewd, rank tongue intruding into his moist
depths. This disgusting kiss was something that the singer could not take.
His hand went up before he knew he
was doing so, and he slapped the man in the face. It was a terrible mistake,
the singer realized. The mad glint in Gasparde's rheumy eyes spoke of horrid
things he intended to do to the younger man.
With a speed that he never knew the
fat man was capable of, Gasparde tackled Etienne to the floor. The singer
lashed out with his fists and feet, feeling those big hands probing his
body. But Gasparde stilled him with a punch to his face. At once, blood
welled up inside his mouth and he fell back dazed. Gasparde took advantage
of the singer's condition to strip him of his clothing. When the older
man pressed his full weight down on him, Etienne struggled anew, trying
to wrench his hands free from the tight hold on his wrists.
"STOP IT!" Etienne screamed as he
brought his knee up, directly connecting with the man's groin.
As Gasparde doubled over, the singer
crawled away from him, but not before seeing the man's private parts.
This time, Etienne found himself
gagging on the carpet. Gasparde's member was red and swollen, the length
covered entirely by pustules that oozed with a thick, greenish yellow fluid.
"So you find me disgusting, eh, my
pretty Nightingale?" Gasparde reached out and grabbed the singer's ankle.
Etienne's fingers dug into the carpet, trying in vain to get a secure hold.
Gasparde, however, was much too strong.
Pulling Etienne onto his lap, he
muttered ominously, "I paid a fortune for this night with you. I intend
to get my money's worth whether you like it or not."
"Don't, Monsieur Gasparde!" Etienne
was close to weeping. "Please don't do this to me!"
But Gasparde spun him around abruptly
that the singer found himself facing that putrid erection. "Let's see if
that mouth of yours is good for something other than singing."
Tears began to stream down Etienne's
face as his head was forcefully pushed down onto that disgusting member.
Then, rage, an emotion that was completely
alien to him, rose up inside his heart like the magma of a volcano. The
singer's right hand closed around that diseased length and gave it a hard
twist. Gasparde howled in agony as he tried to pry that iron grip from
his erection.
Etienne watched what happened next
as though he were merely a casual observer. His left hand went up to his
face, and he removed his glove with his teeth. He was stunned to see that
his fingernails had become sharp claws.
Then, he spoke in a voice that was
his own and yet knew did not belong to him. "Filthy son of a bitch! Do
you think I would take that putrid thing inside my mouth? I'm of a mind
to slash it off right now!"
"No, no, Etienne!" Gasparde screeched.
"Please don't!" Those terror-filled cries were silenced by thrusting the
fingers of his right hand, dripping with pus, into the fat man's mouth.
Gasparde blanched and he fell over to the side, retching his guts out.
"Disgusting, isn't it?" the singer
asked Gasparde in derision.
With a strength he never knew he
possessed, Etienne reached down and snatched Gasparde's hair. He dragged
the retching fat man by the hair into the lift and pressed the 'Down' button.
As the lift stopped at the ground floor, Etienne went straight to Tintoretto's
office, ignoring the startled looks of Bruno and the other bouncers. Kicking
the door open, he shoved Gasparde on the floor, right in front of the shocked
club owner.
"Etienne!" Tintoretto was outraged.
"What's the meaning of this? What did you do to Signore Gasparde?"
In reply, the singer yanked up the
hem of the fat man's robe and showed him the purulent member. Tintoretto's
face color changed into a sickly green.
"I told you before that I will not
have this diseased bastard taking liberties upon my body," Etienne answered
back strongly.
Tintoretto turned to Gasparde, who
was gasping for breath. "Forgive me, Signore. I will return your money
this instant."
"You will not!" the singer declared.
"After the humiliation I endured, I demand some compensation." He waved
his right hand, which he had used to grab the fat man's erection. "Besides,
I would need it in case my poor hand develops an infection."
The money he had paid was not on
Gasparde's mind. "He's a demon! A demon, I tell you!" he screeched
at Tintoretto, before fleeing from his office.
When they were finally alone, Tintoretto
stormed towards Etienne and slapped him hard in the face, causing the younger
man's head to whip to the side at the blow, his long hair covering his
face.
"You've gone too far, Etienne!" Tintoretto
shouted. "That man was an important client! You did not have to do that!"
He fumbled for his belt, determined to give his singer the thrashing that
he deserved. "Perhaps, I should teach you your place!"
Tintoretto's wrist was seized before
he could lash out at the singer.
"You? You are going to teach me my
place?" Etienne asked derisively, as he twisted the Italian's wrist painfully
back. With a shake of his head, he let his hair fall back, so that his
face was clearly seen. "Do you have any idea who you are talking
to?"
Something on Etienne's face caused
Tintoretto's eyes to widen and a gasp to escape from his lips. Satisfied
that he had made his point clear to the evil Italian, the singer released
him.
"Let me make this clear to you, Tintoretto,"
Etienne declared as he strode outside the office. "I do not want this happen
again."
Luna's Nightingale did not wait for
the Italian's reply. Closing the door behind him, he headed for the lift,
brushing aside the questions that a concerned Bruno had for him. He went
straight up to the suite on the fourth floor.
Entering the suite, Etienne felt
himself sag wearily to the floor, the incredible strength he possessed
earlier suddenly leaving him.
My God! What just happened?
Etienne thought in fear and confusion. That couldn't be me, was it?
:No, it was me.:
The singer's face jerked upwards
at that answer to his question. The motion found him looking at his reflection
in the mirror. He was horrified to see the dark pink marks that glowed
on his forehead. From two curlicues, glowing eyes peered back at him.
:Are you all right, Etienne?:
Despite his fear of the entity inhabiting
his body, Etienne readily sensed the concern in his query. "Yes, I'm fine.
It was you, wasn't it? You were the one who saved me from Gasparde."
An amused chuckle. :Well, I certainly
couldn't have us infected by that disgusting cock of his now, can I?:
Etienne found himself laughing as
well. "Very true, and I thank you so much for that." The singer inched
close to the mirror. Curiously, he touched the marks on his face, his fingertips
accidentally touching the eyes. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"
Those glowing eyes blinked furiously
as they began to tear up. :Not really. Just don't do that again.:
"I take it you've been living inside
my body all this time. Why is it only now that you've made your presence
known to me?"
:I wasn't strong enough then.
In truth, I still haven't regained all of my powers yet. But I think it
was enough to rid you of that pig.:
"Is it true what Gasparde said? Are
you a demon?"
:It depends. What do you think
am I?:
Etienne thought for a long moment.
"I must admit I was frightened of you before."
:Are you saying that you're not
afraid of me now?:
"Not exactly but� I think I'd like
to get to know you first before I make any premature judgments. That would
be fair, right?"
Inside his mind, the entity laughed.
:You
are a delightful creature, Etienne Delacroix!:
"And I find you quite intriguing."
Etienne gave the entity a warm smile. "Thank you very much�Gankutsuou."
Gankutsuou gave the young man a gracious
bow. :You are most welcome, my dear Angel of Music.:

~~~~~~~~~~
It took Tintoretto almost an hour
and a whole bottle of Madeira to calm his quaking nerves. He had been warned
about it actually. But to actually see those marks, to behold the face
of the Devil himself�
Wiping the sweat from his brow, the
Italian picked up his phone with a trembling hand and punched in a number.
After only two rings, the telephone on the other end was answered.
"Who the hell is this?" an annoyed
voice growled into the receiver. "I said I didn't want to be disturbed."
"I'm sorry, Boss," Tintoretto stammered
an apology. "It is I, Tintoretto."
"What the hell do you want? I told
you to lie low for awhile because the Interior Ministry is on to us."
"No, it's not the Ministry, boss.
It's that�other�matter." Before the man on the other end could say anything,
Tintoretto blurted out, "I saw him, boss! HIM! He almost
emasculated one of our clients!"
"Didn't I tell you to be selective
of the clients you give to my Nightingale? Let me guess! It's Gasparde,
wasn't it? Every whore in the four quadrants knows that he has a disease.
Damned bastard should've gotten what he deserved!"
"But boss�"
"Never mind. I'll finish a little
business here and then I'll fly straight back to Luna."
"But what about Etienne?"
"Just let him do what he does best
in the meantime. Let him sing. When I arrive there, he will service no
other client except for me. Which is my right after all, since I am
his true owner, and not you."

~~~~~~~~~~
The man put down the receiver of
his phone, cutting off whatever else Tintoretto was going to say. He gave
the whore beside him a pat on the behind before standing up. He went towards
the window and gazed up at Luna's skull face.
An evil smile curled up the corners
of his lips. "So you've awakened at last, Gankutsuou. Very soon, you and
I shall be reunited, and we shall see who among us should be the true Ruler
of the Underworld."

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