The Star of Night | MIYAKO

act thirty-one { it is the broken that forge diamonds and gold }

"Miya! Mako! Where are you two!"

In the dark of the storm, Tuxedo Mask's voice echoed into the expanse. His throat burned from the hours that passed. Hours? Minutes, maybe? Or days? Tuxedo Mask has lost track of time long ago. The only thing important to him wasn't the time, but finding Miya and Mako safe and unharmed. 

The kids couldn't have gone far. This place is huge. They must have grown tired.

"Miya! Mako! Can you hear me?" 

Only one voice bounced off the unseen walls. The storm continued to range around Tuxedo Mask, but nothing hit him. No rain, no thunder. Minus  cold chill that crept up his spine, no hair on the man was touched. Cupping his mouth for another yell, every breath in his body paused when he noticed the outlines of two bodies ahead. Tuxedo Mask narrowed his eyes as he approached. 

"Hello?" One of the figures wore a familiar hairstyle. Tuxedo Mask rose his brows. "Miyako, is that you?"

The closer he got to the two, the more hope filled the former vigilante's heart. Before he could reach out for the woman, a gloved hand shot out from the dark. It took that one move for the blanket of darkness to be unveiled, revealing two new faces. 

A woman with Miyako's hairstyle smiled at Tuxedo Mask. Her fashion, however, was nothing like the studious girl; it left nothing to the imagination. The wicked smile across her red lips hinted at her joy of being seen. The hand that jutted out belonged to a man. The ends of his black hair were dyed dark blue, and like the woman his clothes matched the colour scheme. 

They were one of the same. Twins. Mirror images. Most importantly, they weren't Miya or Mako. When Tuxedo Mask made the step to turn, the woman's hand crept across his shoulders. The heat of their bodies froze Tuxedo Mask and their heavily blushing faces were all he could see. 

"Oh, where do you think you're going?" The woman whispered, nipping Tuxedo Mask's ear. The man wrapped his arms around the former's torso, creeping his fingers up and down. 

"Y-you're not who I was--Who are you?" Every time Tuxedo Mask swatted both sets of hands off him, the faster they crawled across his body. The man peered up at him, brows drawn and lips pouting. 

"Aww, you don't recognize me?" 

"No. I have no idea you are. Now, please, get off--" 

A yell nearly barked past Tuxedo Mask's lips. The woman and man pressed their bodies against him, sandwiching him between their arms and tangled legs. The friction of their clothes and limbs heated his own body and distracted his mind from what he truly wanted. 

"That hurts, you know? You not recognizing us." The black-blue haired man grazed his nose across Tuxedo Mask's cheek. In the act, he looked into the woman's eyes. "Sister, why don't you show him?"

The woman didn't need telling what to do. She moved before the man spoke. Her dark gloved hand rubbed across Tuxedo Mask's chest as she heaved heavily. A part of her gnashed when Tuxedo Mask didn't look at her or her chest pressed against him. His eyes looked everywhere except her and this only spurred her on even more. As if she were weightless, the woman flew to cover the front of Tuxedo Mask. Her hands held his face to her own; their noses just touched before she whispered. 

"Well then, how about you use your powers and see?" 

Tuxedo Mask had no choice but to look into the woman's eyes. All he saw were her beady deep blue eyes and the black, upside down moon crescent on her forehead. Within the deepest parts of his mind, something yelled at him to wake up and ignore the distraction in front of him. But no, that part of him was silenced the stare of the black-haired woman. When Tuxedo Mask held her wrists, she was all he saw.