#;maja

"Well, uhm.. The castle? Helping out?" Maja replied, poking her fingers together with a small nervous smile.

"Well.." Tanja said as she rubbed her neck. "They work wonderfully, I used one to let my clone twin get caught and be raped by the koopa troopas."

"You did what?! I just used it so I could see myself in clothes during a shopping trip."

"Hmm, like in taste?" Tanja asked as she wasn't sure if that was what was asked. "Taste okay."

Both of the sisters had been wandering in some unknown part, this was sure some strange lands after coming out of the pipe from the Mushroom Kingdom. Going away for good might have been a bad thing to do without much in terms of money or goods to trade with for essentials.

That's when they were attacked by some sort of creature, luckily they had a knight in shining armor come and save them both and after a bit, they followed him to a cabin in the woods. Figuring this was the safest bet for the the two as the night is falling on.

If they were faking it, he hadn’t cared. If in this moment, even as she laid there, simply enjoying the quiet that had come at the end of their love making it meant absolutely nothing in the divine, grand scheme of things. He would cherish it until the day he died again. Being with Maja these days felt like some strange revival. There was a piece of him lost to time that had returned with finding her again and something in him had wanted to hold onto it for dear life.

He’d missed her, Elias missed her, and he knew that when it was all over in this life he’d be back as he was in the underworld, begging Melone to let him return. Let him come back to her and this time he’d remember. He’d search for her for as long as she remained a living doll on this gods forsaken Earth. He told himself that, every time the kissed again, every time she held his hand and she smiled at him, but underneath it all there was still a sad...incompleteness.

“Here,” he said with a soft grunt, helping her off his form so he could slip out of the bed, “I want to show you something.” Kakuzo stood to his feet, grabbing his boxers from the floor and pulling them on before exiting the room for a moment. He made his way to his little office, a memoriam of his music that housed all of his guitars and among other things. Off the wall came his one and only Martin NAMM Limited, the Ox-blood color glinting in the dim light of the room as he returned.

“Believe it or not,” he said softly, giving her a warm smile as he settled back onto the crumpled sheets. “I got this guitar, on the same street that we met on when I was touring. I don’t remember the shop before it completely of course, but I remembered the street recently when we started...talking,” the demi-god added for lack of a better word, “again. And this was in a pawn shop there. The guy sold it to me super cheap, he’s a fucking idiot had no idea how awesome it was, I had it repolished and things to make it look new enough to have on stage.”

He fitted the guitar onto his lap, slinging his arm over the side of it as he began to test out a few cords before playing a slow, modern pop tune. At first he began humming, only to melt into the few lyrics that he could remember from the first verse though he slowed it down quite a bit from the original:

“Gravity’s holding me back, I want you to hold out the palm of your hand,

why don’t we leave it at that?” There was a slight pause in the lyrics he’d forgotten, filled with the gentle pluck of the strings as he hummed:

“Seems like you can’t be replaced, and I’m the one who will stay, oh.

In this world, it’s just us, you know it’s not the same as it was. As it was.”

As he remembered more he poured it over the guitar, a gentle melody that plucked amicably at the strings, a vast contrast from the original retro sound of the song. His eyes closed and his head tilted, a sad smile on his lips as the song came to a close:

“Go home, go ahead. Get high-speed internet, I don’t wanna talk about the way it was...