Mind Games
Title: Mind Games
Author: shyone
Genre: supernatural; romance
Pairing: Gackt/You
Rating: g
Summary: You finds a way to get Gackt to rest
word count: 784
Mind Games
It was early morning when You got home after the show. He was tired but happy as he headed for the bedroom, and was somehow not at all surprised not to find Gackt already sleeping. 'Well, let’s see what we can do about that,' he thought.
He walked down the hall to his own room, undressed, and pulled on his favorite flannel pajama pants, getting comfortable. Then he pulled a small notebook from its hiding spot in his underwear drawer and sat on the floor in front of a small table. The book had been given to him secretly by Gackt’s grandmother several years ago. She had taught him how to use the obscure spell, and then warned him to use it only occasionally, and wisely. Well, this was one of those occasions. He opened the book, tapped a small brass bell that sat on the table, clapped, and began the spell..
He stepped into the dark void and walked quietly forward through the twisting corridor. He came to a small yellow-green light glowing dimly. You recited obscure words as he held his hand over the glowing orb, watching it disappear. He smiled and continued on through the twisting hallways and dark, narrow corridors, encountering more and more lights, some just tiny pinpricks, others glowing brightly and pulsing with energy. Each time You held his hand over the orbs and recited the words they disappeared. Occasionally one of the stronger lights would flicker and disappear, only to burst into a bright, glowing ball again when You turned his back, refusing to be erased. However, You would turn, frowning, and thrust his hand at the light again, swiping it away. The light would fizzle and die, leaving only a thin trail of vanishing, glowing thought.
As he neared the end of the maze the lights became smaller and dimmer again. One such light, barely more than a dull glow, caught his attention. He studied it carefully. Its glow was low, like the sleep button on his imac, pulsing gently; as if it had been burning barely noticed for years, yet still glowing with warmth and feeling. He smiled. 'This is an interesting thought.' He passed the dim light by, letting it continue to glow warmly. When he reached the end he put his hands together and whispered one final prayer....
You closed his eyes and slumped over the table. He was totally drained, his head pounding. He barely had enough energy to find some aspirin, and slide into his own bed.
Gackt yawned. He’d been working nonstop for hours, not even breaking to eat, and it was beginning to take its toll. His thoughts were becoming jumbled, some even disappearing completely mid-sentence. He stood up, stretched, drained a bottle of water, walked around to clear his head, then went back to work. It was no use. He sighed in frustration, pushed back from his desk, and tossed his pen onto the pile of papers in front of him. He couldn’t concentrate; he’d lost his train of thought. He looked up at the clock. No wonder he was tired and his head was muddled, he’d been working for over 24 hours. He gathered the papers into a neat pile, shut down the computers, and turned out the lights.
He walked down to his room, stripped out of his clothes and slipped on a pair of black pajama pants printed with little gundam. He was exhausted and knew that he needed to sleep, but the bed just looked cold and empty. He thought about You. Was he home yet?
As he walked down the hall, the closer he got to You’s room the more relaxed he felt. When he opened the door and saw You sleeping soundly he couldn’t help but smile. He slid into bed beside him, being careful not to wake him.
It only took a few seconds before Gackt felt every muscle relaxing, like he was melting into the bed. It had been years since they’d shared a bed. He remembered just how strong their bond had always been.
'I forgot how good it feels to let go, You-chan. You are still the only one I can show my vulnerability to. Even after all these years you are the only one who makes me feel safe and warm and content.'
He closed his eyes and his last conscious thought was, 'This is where I belong.'
You rolled over and found Gackt sleeping soundly. He spooned around him and rested his arm over Gackt’s waist. “This is where we both belong,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
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fin
Author: shyone
Genre: supernatural; romance
Pairing: Gackt/You
Rating: g
Summary: You finds a way to get Gackt to rest
word count: 784
Mind Games
It was early morning when You got home after the show. He was tired but happy as he headed for the bedroom, and was somehow not at all surprised not to find Gackt already sleeping. 'Well, let’s see what we can do about that,' he thought.
He walked down the hall to his own room, undressed, and pulled on his favorite flannel pajama pants, getting comfortable. Then he pulled a small notebook from its hiding spot in his underwear drawer and sat on the floor in front of a small table. The book had been given to him secretly by Gackt’s grandmother several years ago. She had taught him how to use the obscure spell, and then warned him to use it only occasionally, and wisely. Well, this was one of those occasions. He opened the book, tapped a small brass bell that sat on the table, clapped, and began the spell..
He stepped into the dark void and walked quietly forward through the twisting corridor. He came to a small yellow-green light glowing dimly. You recited obscure words as he held his hand over the glowing orb, watching it disappear. He smiled and continued on through the twisting hallways and dark, narrow corridors, encountering more and more lights, some just tiny pinpricks, others glowing brightly and pulsing with energy. Each time You held his hand over the orbs and recited the words they disappeared. Occasionally one of the stronger lights would flicker and disappear, only to burst into a bright, glowing ball again when You turned his back, refusing to be erased. However, You would turn, frowning, and thrust his hand at the light again, swiping it away. The light would fizzle and die, leaving only a thin trail of vanishing, glowing thought.
As he neared the end of the maze the lights became smaller and dimmer again. One such light, barely more than a dull glow, caught his attention. He studied it carefully. Its glow was low, like the sleep button on his imac, pulsing gently; as if it had been burning barely noticed for years, yet still glowing with warmth and feeling. He smiled. 'This is an interesting thought.' He passed the dim light by, letting it continue to glow warmly. When he reached the end he put his hands together and whispered one final prayer....
You closed his eyes and slumped over the table. He was totally drained, his head pounding. He barely had enough energy to find some aspirin, and slide into his own bed.
Gackt yawned. He’d been working nonstop for hours, not even breaking to eat, and it was beginning to take its toll. His thoughts were becoming jumbled, some even disappearing completely mid-sentence. He stood up, stretched, drained a bottle of water, walked around to clear his head, then went back to work. It was no use. He sighed in frustration, pushed back from his desk, and tossed his pen onto the pile of papers in front of him. He couldn’t concentrate; he’d lost his train of thought. He looked up at the clock. No wonder he was tired and his head was muddled, he’d been working for over 24 hours. He gathered the papers into a neat pile, shut down the computers, and turned out the lights.
He walked down to his room, stripped out of his clothes and slipped on a pair of black pajama pants printed with little gundam. He was exhausted and knew that he needed to sleep, but the bed just looked cold and empty. He thought about You. Was he home yet?
As he walked down the hall, the closer he got to You’s room the more relaxed he felt. When he opened the door and saw You sleeping soundly he couldn’t help but smile. He slid into bed beside him, being careful not to wake him.
It only took a few seconds before Gackt felt every muscle relaxing, like he was melting into the bed. It had been years since they’d shared a bed. He remembered just how strong their bond had always been.
'I forgot how good it feels to let go, You-chan. You are still the only one I can show my vulnerability to. Even after all these years you are the only one who makes me feel safe and warm and content.'
He closed his eyes and his last conscious thought was, 'This is where I belong.'
You rolled over and found Gackt sleeping soundly. He spooned around him and rested his arm over Gackt’s waist. “This is where we both belong,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
~~~~~~~
fin