Fun with Cocoa Mix

Gackt opened the door to the studio, pouring over the day’s newspaper when he was shrieked at by a very frightened-sounding Ju-ken.

“Don’t! Move!”

Gackt froze in place, fearing the worst, but when he raised his eyes he found that he had almost stepped on a rather large pile of hot chocolate packets. On further inspection – from his motionless place in the doorway – he noticed that it had the uncanny resemblance to a to-scale model of Kyoto. “What the Hell is this?”

“My city,” came the cheeky reply. “What did you think it was, Chibi-san?”

Gackt ignored the pet name and, stepping around the mound of hot cocoa mix, entered the studio and took a seat at the table with You. At that moment, Cha plopped down beside the bassist on the floor with a steaming mug of water. Pausing, he gazed over the packets before leaning in to select a packet from the center of the model. Shaking it, he ripped open the top and poured it into the mug.

Ju-ken stared in sheer horror. “What are you doing?!”

Cha blinked in what Gackt could only assume was mock confusion from over the rim of his mug before taking a sip, which caused the bassist to squeak in fright.

From his spot on the couch, Ryu called over, “Ne, Cha – you just ate City Hall.”

Regaining his composure, Ju-ken replied, “Actually, that was the police station.”

“It was as if millions of voices cried out in terror, then were silenced,” You muttered.

Pulling the mug from his lips, Cha smiled evilly and stated with assertion, “Millions of dissolved voices taste damn good.”

Ju-ken glared. “You monster.” With a chuckle, Cha went back to his drink.

“So anarchy reigns in Cocoa-town?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah, kinda like this band…” Gackt muttered.

“Mm!” Cha hummed from his mug.

Taking the hint, Gackt corrected himself, barely restraining a smile, his hands spread to his sides in a show of apology, “Oh, I’m sorry. We have firmly in place a ruthless and blood-thirsty oligarchy.”

“Mm,” Cha responded with a nod.