First time bringing Fic! -Chocolate-
Hey! I've been on LJ for a little while now, but this is my first time actually posting a fanfiction...
Hopefully I won't totally fail. Hahaha.
Anyway, here it is, let me know if it sucks or not. Ah warning though, this story is not ENTIRELY L'Arc~en~Ciel... There are other characters, but L'arc does take up most of the main character slots. Also, this is a very... odd pairing... I think...
Haha, you guys be the judge
Title: Chocolate
Rating: Erm... PG 13, maybe? There is some swearing (Naughty ken-chan.... :P).
Summary: He was different from the others. I found myself drawn to him; and that's when I began questioning exactly what my small obsession with the man meant... (Lol, the summary sucks, but please do check it out....)
Characters/Bands Involved: L'Arc~en~Ciel, Gackt, S.K.I.N... I think that's it.
Pairings: Read and find out... it's a weird one, I'll tell you that much (in other words, not Gakuhai or anything...) Hopefully it will be unexpected as the idea came from a conversation I had with a fried... We were discussing insane jrocker pairings... haha and that's when inspiration struck.
Length: Little over 9000 words, I believe. This was supposed to be a oneshot.. (hah.) BUt I had to break it into two parts for it to fit...
Notes: I think I've said just about everything that needs to be said.... Oh, for the fun of it, I decided to make a poster to accompany this... which probably gives away who the main couple is... hahaha Oh well.
Please enjoy and tell me what you think! ^_^
CHOCOLATE
part 1
You know, since I met him, I’ve always had this thing for a certain drummer…
Like a craving, I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t wait for another chance to see or talk to him. Even just being in the same room with him was enough. He was my addiction.
Let me elaborate.
The first time we met was at a party I was throwing for New Years. This was not long after the filming of Moon Child so, of course, I invited my friends from the movie. Hyde was one of those friends, but he had informed me, upon receiving the invitation, that he usually spent New Years with his band mates. Naturally I told him to bring them along, and he did. Thank god.
I was surprised, I’d met the bassist briefly once before but this was my first time meeting the other two… He stood out.
Hyde always had that natural ability to draw the crowds, Tetsu was dressed in one of his usual bright and eye-catching ensembles, and, of course, Ken was hard to miss with his loud laugh and wild sense of humor.
And then there was Yukihiro, standing to one side and nibbling on some chocolate he’d nabbed from the buffet as he watched everyone else partying their brains out. Though nobody seemed to be paying him any notice, he’d captivated my attention from the moment I saw him.
The small smile on his face as he watched the rest of his band mates fooling around and having fun with each other, and the other guests, surprised me. When I first saw him off at the side-lines, I’d thought it rather unkind of the others to exclude him that way. But that smile had been undeniably genuine, which only left me to conclude that Yuki enjoyed the solitude.
That thought obviously hadn’t been completely absorbed by my slightly alcohol-fogged mind because the next thing I knew I was standing beside him and feeling uncharacteristically nervous as I struggled to come up with a good way to start a conversation.
He had yet to notice my presence as I stood there awkwardly, wringing my hands. Finally, I got up enough courage to blurt out, “Hi! You’re Yukihiro, aren’t you?” Unfortunately, my timing was severely off as I only managed to startle him just as he’d popped the last bite of chocolate into his mouth.
“Ah! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to.. uh… freak you out…” I hesitantly pet his back as he coughed violently into his fist.
Luckily the music was loud and he recovered rather quickly, so not many people glanced over to see me panicking freely over nearly causing the innocent drummer to choke to death.
“O-oh god… I… uh… Are you okay?” Stuttering. There was obviously something wrong with me.
Yuki nodded, still hunched over and coughing his lungs out. I bit my lip and looked around wildly in search of something helpful. My eyes landed on the snack bar behind us and I briefly left his side to fumble with the plastic cups.
“Here.” I said, sticking the glass out in front of Yuki’s face and resuming patting his back in what was meant to be a soothing manner. “Water.”
He straightened up a bit as he took the cup from me and began to down its contents. I tried not to let my mind focus on the odd sensation of our fingers brushing together when I handed him the glass, but it was a difficult task.
“Ah,” he replied in a rather raspy voice from coughing. “Thank you.” His slightly watery eyes met mine and he gave me a grateful smile.
My insides seemed to melt right then as I did my best to return the smile like a sane person and control the redness that had somehow crept into my cheeks.
Yes. I, Gackt Camui, was blushing… Get over it.
“N-no problem, I mean… I should be apologizing. I really didn’t mean to startle you, it’s just…”
He shook his head slightly, brushing off my apology with another small smile.
“There’s no need for apologies. It was just an accident, and I’m fine anyway.”
“Right. That’s good, I’m glad…”
An awkward silence descended. Yuki nodded thoughtfully and turned his attention towards the crowd his band members had drawn. All of them were laughing loudly at some dirty joke Ken had just told and I wrung my hands nervously as Yuki chuckled slightly. That sound was one I found stuck in my head for weeks.
“Uh … right,” I began anxiously, clasping my hands behind my back to avoid fiddling with them. He looked up at me with those dark chocolatey eyes and I felt my breath constrict in my throat just as I was about to speak. “Manemsgahgckt…” I blurted out before I could control myself. Again, my cheeks flushed crimson as he blinked up at me, obviously confused.
“I… don’t understand…” He said slowly, as if unsure how to come out and tell me I was making an idiot out of myself .
“Yeah, sorry, I got a little tongue-tied there…” I tried to rationalize my odd behavior.
He looked considerable less uncomfortable, and smiled upon hearing my explanation.
“Oh,” a chuckle, “I thought, for a minute there, you were speaking another language.” He scratched his head as though it was he who should be feeling embarrassed. “I heard you spoke quite a few…”
“Ah ha ha ha, no…” I laughed nervously, trying to hide my embarrassment, but certain my widened blue eyes would give me away. “I was just trying to introduce myself… I’m Gackt, by the way, nice to meet you.”
He grinned in amusement, which threw me off a bit, as he reached out to shake my extended hand.
“So formal. Obviously I know who you are already or I wouldn’t have known about the number of languages you’re knowledgeable in.”
Again, I was left feeling rather silly, but luckily my face couldn’t get any redder than it already was. Then a strange realization struck me.
‘He…knows who I AM?!’ My inner fanboy shrieked loudly, nearly bursting my eardrums from the inside out. ‘Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh!’
…
Note to self: CAT. Scan.
“But, on the topic of introductions, my name’s Yukihiro.”
“N-nice to meet you, Yukihiro-san.”
“And you, Gackt-san.” He replied with another shy smile. “Feel free to call me Yuki too, for short…”
I nodded, perhaps a little over zealously, and earned myself another of his smiles in return.
Earning his smiles, his glances, and his attention were things that would become a constant priority on my to-do list. It wasn’t ‘til later that I realized what I began wanting more, was to win his heart.
That realization wouldn’t come until nearly five months later.
……….
I was laying sprawled out on my bed, staring at my phone and biting my lip… Eventually I gave up, flipped it open, and punched in a familiar number.
It rang three times.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Hyde? This is Gackt again.”
He sighed on the other end.
“Yes, Gackt. What is it?”
“Well, you know that party I told you about earlier? The one being held at Yoshiki’s place, I mean. Well, that is, I just wanted to make sure you’re coming.”
He sighed again.
“Gacchan , you just called me forty minutes ago to invite me to your friend’s party, and I already told you I’d be there.”
“Uh, yes, you did, but… You said you would be there, so I just wanted to make sure you meant the others were coming too, cause, you’re all invited and…”
“Gackt.” Hyde cut my rambling off. “Why are you so obsessed with Yuki?”
Well that certainly caught me off guard.
“H-huh, what?” I stuttered, suddenly feeling like a paraplegic as shock and fear immobilized me.
“I’ve seen the way you ogle him, Gacchan. It’s pretty obvious. He’s the real reason you’re calling me, right?”
“Wha-no! That’s not true!” I exclaimed, starting to doubt my own intentions. “I… That… Really! I was just casually inviting you, because you’re my friend, and I thought it would be good for L’Arc~en~Ciel to get out more and meet Yoshiki and Sugizo and everyone, so of course Tetsu, the bandleader, had to come, and it felt wrong to be inviting you two, but not the others so…”
When I got nervous, I usually ended up twittering along in run-on sentences. As you can see, I wasn’t feeling particularly sure of myself in this argument.
“Quit pretending, Gackt. I know you, I can tell when you’re nervous.”
Damnit!
“N-no… I’m totally calm right now. Why would I be nervous…?”
There was a pause, where I mentally slapped myself for being so obvious, before he spoke again.
“You know, I can tell when you’re lying too.”
I decidedly clamped my mouth shut after that comment. I mean, really, what could I have said?
“Gackt, stop being so childish. If you’ve got a ‘thing’ for him you might as well just say it. I won’t tell on you.”
I bit my lip. A ‘thing’?...
“A ‘thing’?” I voiced my thoughts, my voice sounding a bit too high-pitched for my liking.
“Yeah… I mean like… a man-crush… or something of that nature.”
“Uh, I, uh… no? I don’t think so anyway…”
“Then you just admire him, right?”
“…”
“No? Well then, what? There must be a reason why you call me at least twice a week to go out or attend some party and then cancel the minute I mention he can’t attend. Or why you stare at him with puppy eyes whenever you’re in the same room…”
I bit my lip again.
“Gackt?...”
“…”
“Are you still listening?”
“Err… Yeah… but...”
He sighed.
“I… guess I do admire him, as a musician. I never really thought about it before… He has a different personality, especially compared to the rest of you guys… I dunno… I’m not making any sense…” I trailed off, not sure if I was telling the whole truth or not.
“Hmmm… I see. Well, all four of us will be at the party tonight, just so you know. I have to finish getting ready, so I’ll leave you to mull over your feelings before it’s time to go.”
I blinked. Feelings?
“I’ll see you later.” I heard him chuckle. “Have fun!”
Click.
I stared at the phone.
Did he really think I had… feelings… for Yuki? I didn’t even know him that well…
Slowly, I flipped my phone shut.
Yet, somehow, I didn’t believe that Hyde had been entirely wrong…
“Oh god…”
The phone slipped through my fingers and clattered on the floor as I sat up abruptly.
I had, after all, always been a firm believer in love at first sight.
I stared straight ahead with wide eyes and a pale face. My mouth was a grim line as I remained unmoving for an unknown period of time.
It was a loud buzzing on the floor that finally pulled me from my statuesque state. My eyes, covered by blue contacts, flickered towards the cell on the ground before I slowly leant over the edge of my bed to retrieve it.
“H-hello?”
“Gackuto! Where ARE you!? You’re late, you know!? Yoshiki-san is getting really mad, he said you were supposed to be here early to help set up, or something… I don’t remember.”
I could barely hear S.K.I.N.’s hyperactive, young guitarist over the loud music blaring in the background.
“This is one fun party though… Not as wild as some of the ones I’ve thrown, but still ROCKIN’!”
I winced as he laughed crazily and then cut him off before he could get too involved in one of his ‘wild party’ stories.
“Miyav- Hey! Miyavi-kun!”
“And then he tripped over the- huh, what?”
“Just how late am I?”
“Uh, well, it’s a little after eleven now, so the party started about an hour and a half ago… Basically you’re really late, so you’d better hurry up and get over here before Sugizo strangles me. Seriously, they blame me for not being able to reach you earlier! They always vent their frustration on me… You know that?” He continued to grumble to himself.
“Yeah, I’ll be there soon, Miyavi-kun. And I’ll sort things out with those two, so don’t worry…”
“Awww~! Thanks Gakkun! You’re the best! I’ll see you in a bit then, bye~!” He was back to his cheery, hyper, self again. Then, just before he put the phone down, I heard him yell across the room. “Hey! Yukihiro-san! Come on, let’s dance! Hahahaha~ get it? “Let’s dance”! That’s your song, right?! Hahahaha! Come on! Come on!”
And then he hung up.
Yuki…
Shaking my head to clear away any and all thoughts of the small drummer, I flung on the outfit I’d picked earlier for this occasion and combed my hands hastily through my hair before rushing out of the house and into my car.
As I drove, the thoughts crept back into the front of my mind. Yukihiro… Was it possible that I had fallen for- No. I couldn’t have!... Could I?...
I bit my lip again and glanced up at the night sky above Tokyo. Dark clouds swirled angrily. They looked swollen, ready to burst and shower the world in their pent up emotion. The first few drops escaped like the calm before the storm, or that second’s notice before the dam breaks, and then suddenly it came down in an unstoppable torrent.
As the sound of rain pattering on the windshield filled my ears, I didn’t know if my confused mind had been describing the weather, or the tears that were streaming in rivers down my cheeks.
I choked on a sob as I attempted a bitter laugh. Whatever Yukihiro had done to me, had finally reduced me to the level of an emotionally distraught teenage girl.
I stopped at a red light and wiped messily at my eyes with one sleeve. Frustrated, my other hand struck the steering wheel. It was still several minutes more before my tears finally slowed.
The driveway and the streets in front of and around Yoshiki’s house were completely full of guest’s cars. The closest parking spot I could find was three blocks away.
Sighing, and rubbing tiredly at eyes I knew to be swollen and red, I locked the car and stepped out into the rain.
It was cold.
Numbingly cold, and for that I was grateful. It gave me an excuse to think of nothing else but the shivering of my limbs. However, as I approached the house, I felt my anxiety building with each step.
He would be in there at this very moment, probably laughing quietly at one of Ken’s jokes from the sidelines. I felt my heartbeat increase in tempo as I stood still in the pouring rain at the base of a rock footpath leading to Yoshiki’s front door.
Hyde had put these doubts in my mind. Strange thoughts I’d never considered before flickered there now like screeching seagulls I couldn’t ignore.
I shivered nervously as a vision of deep, dark, chocolate eyes shimmered in my mind’s eye. Just that image made my heartbeat increase -that couldn’t be healthy- and I wondered what would happen when I actually did find myself face-to-face with those twinkling eyes.
Suddenly, I came to a conclusion.
This was absolutely ridiculous. It was entirely possible that I was just letting Hyde get to me, and there was no unknown romantic feelings being harbored within me…
The doubts were still there, but I’d come to a conclusion. I’d just face Yuki, and see if I was overreacting or not. Once I came face-to-face with him, all my doubts should be cleared away, right?
I suddenly felt a lot less tired as I strode up to the front door. It took only a few seconds for Yoshiki to open the door after I knocked, although he only opened it up wide enough to peer out warily at me.
“Can I help you…?” He looked me up and down for a moment, during which time I remained staring stoically at him. His eyes landed on my face, and he squinted at me for a second before his eyes turned wide as saucers. “G-Gackt?!”
When he finally recognized me, he took a step backwards in shock. As he did, he opened the door wider; wide enough for me to walk past him and into the house before he had time to say anything else.
As I removed my shoes, I noticed several heads had turned in my direction with looks of shock on their faces.
“Whoa! Gackt, you… didn’t have to come for my sake, if that’s why you’re here… Cause, I can take care of myself, really…” Miyavi was in front of me, tugging playfully at one of his silvery-blue hair extensions and licking his pierced lower lip with a mall grin on his face.
“That’s not why I’m here.”
“Well, then you know you really didn’t need to come… Especially if you’re not feeling well, or whatever.” He looked me up and down, and bit his lip as though trying not to giggle at my expense.
“I’m feeling fine.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Is that right? Cause you look like shit.” Sugizo said, stepping up beside the young guitarist in front of me. “No offence, but you do.”
Miyavi nodded his agreement.
I glared halfheartedly at them before moving past the two and into Yoshiki’s living room. The truth is, I knew I looked awful because I’d caught a glimpse of myself in the glass of the window in Yoshiki’s front door. My clothes were drenched and clinging to my pale, goose-bumpy skin. My hair had been plastered to my head, the small amount of makeup I’d worn -especially in the eye area- was smeared and streaked across my face, and my eyes were puffy and red rimmed. I could only silently agree with Sugizo’s statement, as much as I hated to admit it to myself.
Never mind that though, I couldn’t waste time worrying about my appearance, I had to sort out my feelings and fast.
I’d just entered the living room, attracting and pointedly ignoring several sets of staring eyes as I searched the crowd of fashionably dressed people for the one chocolate brown gaze I needed to see.
“Gacchan? I almost didn’t recognize you…”
I turned around and came face-to-top-of-head with none other than Hyde, the damn bastard who’d caused me to mess up my thoughts and ruin my appearance -and dignity.
“Yeah well, it’s me.” I’m so witty… not.
“Right…” Hyde looked me up and down with a raised eyebrow and a rather smug look on his face.
If I hadn’t already been overly preoccupied with thoughts of Yuki, and fully aware that my manager and Yoshiki would both strangle me, I would have knocked that knowing expression of his face long ago.
“I suppose you don’t need me to tell you what you look like now, but-”
“Shit.” I replied in a deadpan. “I know. Sugizo beat you to it.”
“Ah, shame.” He paused to run a small hand through his short blonde hair. Then he looked me straight in the eyes and grinned impishly up at me. “Yukihiro’s upstairs, in one of the bedrooms, with Ken.”
I think my eyes must nearly have exploded out the front of my face.
“Wh-what?! Why?!” I hissed, trying not to sound too alarmed, and knowing a second after I said it that I’d failed.
Hyde laughed at my response.
“It’s nothing like that. Tetsu had too much to drink so he and Ken went to carry him up to rest for a while. They’ll be back in a minute or two, but if you’re feeling jealous, you can always go supervise him…” Hyde was still grinning. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I already told you, it’s not like that…”
“Then what is it?” There goes that maddening eyebrow again.
“…”
And, again, he was laughing at me.
“Have fun, Gacchan. Tell Yuki I said ‘Hi’!” He winked and swaggered off into the crowd.
I stared in the direction he’d left for about thirty seconds before I gave up and let my legs carry me at a brisk walk in the direction of the stairs. I took them two at a time, and froze when I reached the long, narrow, hallway at the top and heard a loud moan filtering through and open doorway at the end of the hall. It took me a second to recognize the voice of L’Arc~en~Ciel’s -very drunk- leader.
“Uhnn~! Don’t go…” He mumbled something else, but all I managed to catch was “…be sick…”
“There’s a trashcan by the bed if you need it!” Ken called. I heard Yuki laughing quietly and then they were stepping out into the hall and pulling the door closed behind them.
Yuki saw me first. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in my dripping and disheveled appearance. Ken turned around next and jumped visibly when his eyes landed on me standing stock-still at the opposite end of the hallway. A frown worked its way onto Yukihiro’s brow.
“…Gackt? Is that really you?”
Ken looked even more surprised to hear Yuki say my name as he obviously hadn’t recognized me before then. Yuki approached me slowly, Ken trailing him by about a foot, and stopped just in front of me. He looked me over in concern and there was a small awkward silence, which I geniously broke by saying the first thing that came to mind.
“…Hi.” Brilliant.
Ken frowned at me like I was insane, which I probably was, and Yuki looked confused.
“Er… Hi?” He replied uncertainly.
“Sorry, I mean… Hyde wanted me to tell you that.” I paused. “…That he said ‘Hi’…” I trailed off awkwardly with a funny feeling that I was blushing.
“That’s why you came up here? To tell us that?” Ken looked incredulous.
“Uh…” I tried desperately to think of something to say that wasn’t the first response that came to mind. That would be a very bad idea at that time because the only retort dancing on my tongue at the moment happened to be ‘No, I came up to figure out whether or not I’m madly in love with the cute little drummer standing beside you.’
…Cute?
You see? The keyword in that reply would most definitely have to be ‘madly’.
“I think I know what’s going on…” Yuki growled quietly; and then to himself, “He said he wouldn’t do anything crazy…” He sighed in frustration and I briefly wondered, in a short moment of panic, if he could read my mind.
“Sorry…? I didn’t mean to…”
He looked up at me in surprise.
“Huh? What? Uh, no. I mean, I wasn’t talking about you. You don’t have to be sorry.” He gave me one of his small smiles, but he still looked troubled somewhat; like he was being worried or annoyed by something. It made me curious.
“What’s wrong, Yuki-chan? Who are you talking about?”
“Huh? Uh, nothing, no one… Just… Hyde, actually. He promised me he wouldn’t… do something…” He bit his lip and then looked me in the eyes. “He didn’t say anything weird to you did he? I mean, besides ‘Hi’?”
I tensed up immediately. ‘Weird’? What did he mean by that? Oh god, I could only pray silently and frantically that Hyde hadn’t said anything about my ‘feelings’ to Yuki.
“Ah… No? I don’t think he did. Ha. Ha. Ha…”
“Oh, that’s good…”
There was an awkward silence. I could only guess what was running through Yuki’s head, but all that was happening in mine was my brain yelling at my mouth for saying such stupid sounding stuff. A moment passed as he and I were both lost in our own thoughts. Ken looked between us with a raised brow and then began sidling past me towards the stairs.
“Well then… You two have fun doing… whatever, but I’m just gonna go find Hyde. Wouldn’t want to miss one of the most exciting parties this year!” He winked, laughed, and trotted off down the steps, leaving the two of us alone in the dimly lit corridor.
“So…” I tried to break the silence that had been about to settle on us again.
Yuki turned his gaze away from the Ken-less stairs and back to me and he almost jumped in shock as he took in my appearance again.
“Gackt!”
“…Yes?”
“You’re… soaked…”
“Oh. Yeah, I know. It’s raining…” I mentally slapped myself.
Yuki frowned.
“Well, you can’t go back downstairs like that… You must be freezing!” He grabbed my arm and examined the many goose-bumps that had formed there. The contact of his warm fingers against my cold, damp skin made me shiver, and not just because it was chilly… The mental slapping continued.
“Come on. We should try and fix you up some…”
Still holding my arm, he pulled me in the direction of the bathroom. Once inside, he pulled the door closed behind us and busied himself with searching through the various cupboards and drawers.
“Uhm, you don’t think Yoshiki will mind this, do you?”
“No. We practically lived here when we were preparing for S.K.I.N.’s debut.”
“Really? That’s good… Oh, what will we do for clothes… you’ll need to change…”
“I think I left some stuff here from before, I can just wear that.”
“Perfect.” I could hear the smile in his voice. Then he turned around, arms full of washcloths and other objects, and the smile disappeared to be replaced by a small frown. “What are you waiting for?”
“…Huh?”
He sighed like I was purposely being difficult.
“We can’t fix anything if you’re still dripping all over the place like that. Take it off.” He gestured at my sopping wet attire.
I panicked and made to cover myself up even though I was still fully dressed. He laughed quietly at my reaction and I scowled in embarrassment.
“Just your shirt is fine. You can leave the rest on.”
I was sure most of the blood in my body had rushed to my cheeks. What was wrong with me? Why did I keep jumping to such wild conclusions here? As if Yuki would ever try to seduce me in Yoshiki’s bathroom, how unlikely is that? Still, I couldn’t help but admit that it could be a very compromising situation… I really hoped nobody had seen us come in here together.
Yuki turned his back on me to begin setting out his ‘equipment’ on one end of the long marble countertop. As soon as he did, I quickly peeled off my shirt, shivering as my wet skin made direct contact with the air.
“Okay… Now what?”
Yuki glanced over at me, and I thought his eyes might have lingered on my toned abdominal muscles a little bit longer than necessary, but I brushed it off as being just another figment of my recently deranged imagination.
“Uh, here…” He pointed to the opposite end of the counter, separated from his side by a deep sink. “You can sit.”
“Oh… okay.” I hoisted myself up onto the surface, staring down at my feet as I kicked my legs back and forth, feeling the wet denim peel and stick to my skin with each movement.
Yuki stepped up to the sink beside me and began running the water. I turned my attention from my legs to his face now. His short blonde hair was flopping forward over the headband he was wearing and his features seemed to glow in the light reflecting off the water in the sink. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye as he reached for a washcloth and I looked away quickly, biting my lip. Had he caught me staring?
Suddenly, rough, warm hands were on me again as Yuki tilted my head up to face him.
Sitting on the counter, with him standing in front of me, we were almost the same height.
With the cloth he’d soaked in the hot water, he began washing the smeared eyeliner off of my face. His fingers brushed my cheek as he gently scrubbed away the dried tear tracks, and I shivered. He pulled away, looking concerned.
“You must be cold… Hold on.” He tossed the damp cloth into the laundry bin and grabbed a big fluffy towel out of the closet. Unfolding it, he approached me again and placed it around my shoulders like a blanket. Then he picked up a blowdryer from the pile of things on the counter and plugged it into the wall beside me.
Before I knew it, those hands were moving through my hair and I was completely enveloped in heat. Having that face so close to mine, as he leant to angle the hairdryer at the back of my head, was becoming unbearable, so I simply closed my eyes and basked in that comforting warmth. His warmth.
After what seemed like only an instant, the world outside my head became suddenly quieter and a lot less warm. I couldn’t be sure if it was because the hairdryer had been turned off, or because he was no longer touching me.
“Better?”
I cracked my eyes open slowly to find the owner of that deep, gravelly voice staring back at me with a small smile on his lips.
“…Thank you.” I couldn’t look away from his eyes. In this lighting they seemed almost blue, like bruised blueberries. My voice sounded like a breath as I subconsciously reached out and brushed a stray piece of blonde hair out of those eyes.
What had I gotten myself into?
“Right…” Yuki took a step backwards as my hand lingered a second too long on his cheek. “Now that you’re all dry, you should probably get dressed.”
I laughed nervously, trying to dispel some of the awkwardness that had settled over the two of us.
“Yeah… Okay.”
I helped him put all the stuff away and then we head down the hall and into the room Tetsu had been deposited in earlier.
“This is the room I stayed in.”
“Really? It’s nice…” We spoke quietly, even though the inebriated bassist sprawled across the bed was clearly out cold.
We stepped into the walk-in closet to find that it was mostly empty, with the exception of one rack at the back. I stopped in front of the small selection of clothes and stared expressionlessly at it.
“Is… this your stuff?”
I nodded almost imperceptibly.
He turned his attention back to the clothes and after a moment, when I made no move to pick up anything, he held up a dark-blue, cotton dress shirt on its hanger.
“Uhm… how about this?”
Slowly, I came out of my thoughts and focused my gaze on what he was holding.
“Oh… okay.”
Without much thinking about it, or enthusiasm, I slipped the garment on and buttoned it up, rolling the sleeves to my elbows.
My thoughts were consumed with the man who was currently going through my selection of pants. I didn’t know what to do about this. Obviously I acted differently around him than I did around anyone else I knew, but how could I be sure I actually… ‘liked’… him?… There’s have to be a method for testing my ‘feelings’, as Hyde put it.
Vaguely, I saw Yuki frowning up at me.
“Is every pair of pants you own made of leather?”
“Yes… There is no other way…” I mumbled to myself, not even having heard his question.
His frown deepened and one eyebrow raised of it’s own accord at my response.
“Okay… well here, this is the most comfortable looking pair I could see…” He handed me a pair made of soft black leather, and then stepped out of the closet to give me some privacy while I changed.
I stared at the pants for a second or two while I came to a decision in my head. Then, with a sudden burst of determination, I peeled off my jeans and slid into the leather as fast as possible, considering how tight those pants were.
I’d barely managed to zip them up properly before I’d flung the door open and pinned the startled drummer between myself and the wall.
That confused frown he seemed to use around me a lot found its way onto his face, the expression making him absolutely adorable.
“Gackt…? What’s going on?”
My hands were on his shoulders and I could feel my heart pounding in every blood vessel I possessed.
“I just need to know…” I managed to choke out before I took a deep breath and leaned in.
His eyes, widened in surprise, were the last things I saw before I squashed my own eyes shut and pressed my lips against his.
Then, through it all, I noticed something that would stick in my mind forever….
He tasted like chocolate.
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-Albino_Coconut23
Comments please! ...Thanks! xP I'll post the second part VERRYYY soon.... as in either today or the next day.. probably... Haha