Bisikan Manis di Bawah Cahaya Bulan - 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Sweet Whispers in the Moonlight The music began again, softer than before. The strings drifted through the ballroom like a night breeze. Silvery-blue moonlight poured through the glass dome and fell upon Gakupo and Luka’s joined hands. The surrounding guests quietly stepped back, leaving the wide dance floor to the two of them. Gakupo placed a hand around Luka’s waist and slowly guided her into the dance. This time, he did not rush into a turn. Instead, he kept the distance between them almost nonexistent. Luka could feel the warmth of his palm and hear their breathing mingling together. “Why do you keep looking at me?” Luka asked. “I’m trying to confirm something.” “What?” Gakupo lowered his head slightly, his long violet hair slipping over one shoulder. “I’m trying to see whether the moon tonight is truly brighter than you.” Luka looked up at him. “Have you reached a conclusion?” “Yes.” “And?” He tightened his hold on her hand, a gentle smile appearing on his lips. “The moon lost.” A faint blush rose to Luka’s cheeks, though she deliberately looked away. “You never used to say things like that.” “I didn’t dare to before.” “And now you do?” “Now I’m even more afraid,” Gakupo said softly. Luka looked at him again. “Afraid of what?” “Afraid that I won’t say it clearly enough, and you’ll never understand how important you are to me.” Their steps moved slowly with the melody. Luka’s skirt swept across the floor like a rose illuminated by moonlight. Gakupo gently lifted her hand and guided her through a turn within his arms. Her pink hair floated through the air. When she returned to him, Gakupo caught her securely. “Careful,” he whispered. Resting in the curve of his arm, Luka asked teasingly: “Are you afraid I’ll fall?” “No.” “Then what?” Gakupo gazed at her, his voice completely sincere. “I’m afraid I won’t be there to catch you.” Luka froze for a moment. Petals drifted slowly around them, and one came to rest in her hair. Gakupo raised his hand and gently removed it, touching her as though she were something precious. “Gakupo, did you prepare a lot of sweet words for tonight?” “I didn’t prepare any.” “Then why do they keep coming one after another?” “Because when I look at you, they appear on their own.” “Do you say such things to your other dance partners?” The moment she finished speaking, Gakupo’s cat ears stood upright. “I don’t have any other dance partners.” “Not even before?” “No.” “I don’t believe you.” Luka deliberately stepped closer until she was almost pressed against his chest. She looked up at him as though searching for a flaw in his answer. Gakupo did not step back. “What must I do to make you believe me?” “Let me think.” “Don’t think for too long.” “Why?” His tail quietly curved behind Luka into the shape of a soft heart. “Because every moment I wait, I fall a little more in love with you.” Luka finally laughed. “You definitely prepared that one.” “I truly didn’t.” “Then prove it.” Gakupo guided her one step forward and then into a turn. Their silhouettes overlapped beneath the moonlight, while the soft sound of their shoes touching the floor blended with the music. “Your eyes are like an ocean lit by moonlight,” he said. “Too common.” “Your smile is more beautiful than roses in bloom.” “Also ordinary.” “As long as you are in my arms, the entire palace seems unnecessary.” Luka’s step faltered for a moment. Gakupo noticed and immediately slowed down. “What about that one?” “Barely acceptable.” “Only barely?” “Because you haven’t finished.” She looked at him with a soft smile in her eyes. “I want to hear what you truly wish to say, not beautiful comparisons.” Gakupo fell silent for a moment. The melody softened, as though it too were waiting for his answer. He placed Luka’s hand against his chest. Through the fabric of his clothes, she felt his heartbeat, clear and rapid. “What I truly want to say is—” Gakupo looked into her eyes. “When I dance with you, I wish every song had no ending.” Luka’s fingers curled slightly. “When we are apart, I wish every step I take could lead me back to you.” His voice was quiet, yet clearer than all the music in the ballroom. “And when you look at me, I feel as though I already possess the most precious thing in the world.” Luka did not answer immediately. She simply rested her hand more firmly against his chest, feeling the heart that beat faster because of her. After a moment, she whispered: “Your heart is beating very quickly.” “Because you’re too close.” “Should I move away?” Gakupo immediately tightened the arm around her waist. “No.” Luka laughed and leaned closer to his shoulder. “You’re very demanding.” “Only with you.” “And greedy.” “Because one dance isn’t enough.” “How many do you want?” Gakupo looked up at the moon beyond the dome, then returned his gaze to her face. “Every dance tonight.” “And after that?” “Tomorrow night’s dances.” “And after that?” “Every moonlit night from now on.” Luka lifted her head slightly. “And what if there is no moonlight?” Gakupo guided her into another turn. When she returned to his arms, he leaned close to her ear. “Then I’ll look at you.” “Why?” “Because wherever you are, there is no need for the moon.” Luka’s cheeks turned completely pink. She looked away and murmured: “That was unfair.” “You didn’t like it?” “That’s not it.” “Then what is it?” Luka tightened her hold on his hand and led him one step forward. “I don’t know how to answer you.” Gakupo smiled tenderly. “You don’t need to.” “Why?” “Your willingness to keep dancing with me is the best answer.” The music reached its gentlest passage. Luka rested against his chest, while Gakupo lowered his chin lightly onto her hair. They no longer hurried to perform elegant turns. Instead, they simply swayed together with the melody. Moonlight illuminated their joined hands and the two shadows pressed close together on the floor. “Gakupo,” Luka suddenly said. “I’m here.” “Of all the things you said tonight, there is only one line I like the most.” “Which one?” She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a playful and tender smile. “Dance the next song with me too.” Gakupo paused, then smiled. “Not only the next one.” He lifted her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon her fingertips. “As long as you wish it, I want to keep dancing with you forever.” ------ Melayu Muzik mula berkumandang semula, kali ini lebih lembut daripada sebelumnya. Alunan tali mengalir di seluruh dewan tari bagaikan angin malam. Cahaya bulan berwarna biru keperakan menembusi kubah kaca lalu menyinari tangan Gakupo dan Luka yang saling berpaut. Para tetamu di sekeliling mereka berundur secara senyap, memberikan seluruh ruang lantai tari kepada mereka berdua. Gakupo memegang pinggang Luka dan membimbingnya memulakan langkah dengan perlahan. Kali ini, dia tidak tergesa-gesa membawa Luka berpusing. Sebaliknya, dia membiarkan jarak di antara mereka menjadi sangat dekat. Luka dapat merasakan kehangatan tapak tangannya dan mendengar nafas mereka yang berselang-seli. “Kenapa kamu asyik memandang saya?” tanya Luka. “Saya sedang memastikan sesuatu.” “Apa?” Gakupo menundukkan kepala sedikit, rambut ungunya yang panjang meluncur ke sisi bahu. “Saya mahu memastikan sama ada bulan malam ini benar-benar lebih bersinar daripada kamu.” Luka mendongak memandangnya. “Sudah jumpa jawapannya?” “Sudah.” “Dan?” Gakupo menggenggam tangannya sedikit lebih erat, dengan senyuman lembut pada bibirnya. “Bulan kalah.” Pipi Luka mula memerah, tetapi dia sengaja mengalihkan pandangan. “Dahulu kamu tidak pernah berkata seperti itu.” “Dahulu saya tidak berani.” “Sekarang sudah berani?” “Sekarang saya lebih takut,” kata Gakupo perlahan. Luka memandangnya semula. “Takut akan apa?” “Saya takut kata-kata saya tidak cukup jelas, lalu kamu tidak akan tahu betapa pentingnya dirimu bagi saya.” Langkah mereka bergerak perlahan mengikut irama. Gaun Luka menyapu lantai seperti sekuntum mawar yang diterangi cahaya bulan. Gakupo mengangkat tangannya dengan lembut lalu membimbingnya berpusing di dalam dakapannya. Rambut merah jambunya melayang di udara. Apabila Luka kembali ke hadapannya, Gakupo menyambutnya dengan kukuh. “Hati-hati,” bisiknya. Luka bersandar pada lengannya lalu bertanya dengan nada mengusik: “Kamu takut saya terjatuh?” “Bukan.” “Jadi apa?” Gakupo memandangnya dengan wajah serius tanpa sedikit pun gurauan. “Saya takut saya tidak sempat menyambut kamu.” Luka terdiam seketika. Kelopak bunga perlahan-lahan berterbangan di sekeliling mereka, dan salah satunya hinggap pada rambut Luka. Gakupo mengangkat tangan dan menanggalkan kelopak itu dengan lembut, seolah-olah sedang menyentuh sesuatu yang sangat berharga. “Gakupo, adakah kamu menyediakan banyak kata-kata manis untuk malam ini?” “Saya tidak menyediakan apa-apa.” “Jadi kenapa semuanya keluar satu demi satu?” “Kerana setiap kali saya memandang kamu, kata-kata itu muncul dengan sendiri.” “Adakah kamu juga berkata begitu kepada pasangan tarian yang lain?” Sebaik sahaja Luka selesai berkata-kata, telinga kucing Gakupo terus menegak. “Saya tidak mempunyai pasangan tarian yang lain.” “Dahulu pun tidak?” “Tidak.” “Saya tidak percaya.” Luka sengaja melangkah lebih dekat sehingga tubuhnya hampir menyentuh dada Gakupo. Dia mendongak dan memerhatikannya, seolah-olah sedang mencari kelemahan dalam jawapannya. Namun Gakupo tidak berundur. “Apa yang perlu saya lakukan supaya kamu percaya?” “Biarkan saya fikir.” “Jangan fikir terlalu lama.” “Kenapa?” Ekornya perlahan-lahan melengkung di belakang Luka, membentuk hati yang lembut. “Kerana setiap saat saya menunggu, saya akan semakin menyukai kamu.” Luka akhirnya tidak dapat menahan ketawa. “Yang itu pasti sudah kamu sediakan.” “Sungguh, tidak.” “Kalau begitu, buktikan.” Gakupo membawanya selangkah ke hadapan, kemudian berpusing ke sisi. Bayang-bayang mereka bertindih di bawah cahaya bulan, sementara bunyi kasut mereka menyentuh lantai menyatu dengan irama muzik. “Mata kamu seperti lautan yang disinari cahaya bulan,” katanya. “Terlalu biasa.” “Senyuman kamu lebih indah daripada mawar yang sedang berkembang.” “Itu pun biasa.” “Selagi kamu berada dalam pelukan saya, seluruh istana ini terasa tidak diperlukan.” Langkah Luka terhenti seketika. Gakupo menyedarinya lalu segera memperlahankan gerakan. “Bagaimana dengan yang itu?” “Boleh diterima.” “Sekadar boleh diterima?” “Kerana kamu belum selesai.” Dia memandang Gakupo dengan senyuman lembut di matanya. “Saya mahu mendengar apa yang benar-benar ingin kamu katakan, bukan perbandingan yang indah.” Gakupo terdiam seketika. Melodi menjadi semakin lembut, seolah-olah turut menunggu jawapannya. Dia meletakkan tangan Luka pada dadanya. Melalui pakaian itu, Luka dapat merasakan degupan jantungnya yang jelas dan pantas. “Apa yang benar-benar ingin saya katakan ialah—” Gakupo memandang tepat ke matanya. “Apabila saya menari dengan kamu, saya berharap setiap lagu tidak akan pernah berakhir.” Jari Luka menguncup sedikit. “Apabila kita berpisah, saya berharap setiap langkah saya dapat membawa saya kembali kepada kamu.” Suaranya perlahan, namun lebih jelas daripada seluruh muzik di dalam dewan. “Dan apabila kamu memandang saya, saya terasa seolah-olah saya sudah memiliki perkara paling berharga di dunia.” Luka tidak terus menjawab. Dia hanya meletakkan tangannya dengan lebih tenang pada dada Gakupo, merasakan jantung yang berdegup semakin laju kerananya. Selepas beberapa ketika, dia berkata perlahan: “Jantung kamu berdegup sangat pantas.” “Kerana kamu terlalu dekat.” “Patutkah saya menjauh sedikit?” Gakupo segera mengeratkan pelukannya pada pinggang Luka. “Tidak boleh.” Luka ketawa dan bersandar lebih rapat pada bahunya. “Kamu sangat mengada-ngada.” “Hanya dengan kamu.” “Dan tamak.” “Kerana satu tarian tidak mencukupi.” “Berapa banyak yang kamu mahu?” Gakupo memandang bulan di luar kubah, kemudian kembali memandang wajah Luka. “Semua tarian malam ini.” “Selepas itu?” “Tarian malam esok.” “Selepas itu?” “Setiap malam bercahaya bulan mulai sekarang.” Luka mengangkat kepalanya sedikit. “Bagaimana jika tiada cahaya bulan?” Gakupo membawanya berpusing sekali lagi. Apabila Luka kembali ke dalam pelukannya, dia menunduk dan berbisik di telinganya. “Kalau begitu, saya akan memandang kamu.” “Kenapa?” “Kerana di mana sahaja kamu berada, bulan tidak lagi diperlukan.” Pipi Luka terus menjadi merah jambu. Dia memalingkan wajah lalu berkata perlahan: “Yang itu tidak adil.” “Kamu tidak suka?” “Bukan begitu.” “Jadi?” Luka menggenggam tangannya dengan lebih erat dan membawanya selangkah ke hadapan. “Saya tidak tahu bagaimana hendak membalas kata-kata kamu.” Gakupo tersenyum lembut. “Kamu tidak perlu menjawab.” “Kenapa?” “Kesudian kamu untuk terus menari bersama saya sudah menjadi jawapan terbaik.” Muzik sampai ke bahagian yang paling lembut. Luka bersandar pada dada Gakupo, sementara Gakupo meletakkan dagunya perlahan-lahan di atas rambutnya. Mereka tidak lagi tergesa-gesa menunjukkan langkah yang indah. Mereka hanya bergoyang perlahan mengikut melodi. Cahaya bulan menyinari tangan mereka yang berpaut dan dua bayang-bayang yang saling mendekati di atas lantai. “Gakupo,” kata Luka tiba-tiba. “Saya di sini.” “Daripada semua kata-kata yang kamu ucapkan malam ini, hanya ada satu yang paling saya suka.” “Yang mana satu?” Luka mendongak memandangnya, dengan senyuman manis dan nakal di matanya. “Tarian seterusnya pun mesti bersama saya.” Gakupo terdiam sebentar, kemudian tersenyum. “Bukan hanya tarian seterusnya.” Dia mengangkat tangan Luka lalu mengucup hujung jarinya dengan lembut. “Selagi kamu menginginkannya, saya mahu terus menari bersama kamu untuk selama-lamanya.”