15 [Prologue]
Title: 15
Author: demon_rays
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gackt, Hyde, Yoshiki, Chachamaru, Ju-ken, Miyavi...and maybe some others later.
Summary: "Opening that box will curse anyone within a few miles." another birthday present fornovlomien
Warnings: Humor, Teenagers, curses, more curses, bickering....need I say more?
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves
“What kind of box is this?” Hyde asked, staring at it with full blown curiosity. It was a beautifully carved wooden box that looked like it either held jewelry or something important. It looked really old and well preserved, something more then capable of making someone, as curious as the vocalist to want to examine a little closer.
“Leave it be Hai-chan.” Gackt ordered, taking his hand and dragging him away from the display case.
“You actually own this thing and you won’t even TOUCH it?” the older man asked, maturity flying somewhere else.
“There’s a reason for that.” The younger of the two replied, taking his visitor into another room. “Opening that box will curse anyone within a few miles.”
“What kind of curse?” Hyde asked, rolling his eyes. “Your eyes fall out of your head and you can only speak baby?”
“Heh, according to the man who sold it to me, it’ll bring you back to the time of your life you were most miserable. I don’t want to relive that time period so I refuse to open it…and if you do that to me and to anyone within a few miles I will not only let them beat the hell out of you, I’ll join in.” Gackt snapped, glaring at him.
“Well I don’t believe in curses.” Hyde said bluntly.
“Good for you…but if you know what’s good for you, you won’t go near that box.” The taller man warned, sitting on his couch in the living room.
“Yeah whatever…geeze, if you didn’t want me touching it you could give me a more normal reason. Like if I touched it, it would turn to dust or something.” The vocalist muttered, pouting, bringing a chuckle from his host.
- - -
Later that night, the two friends were playing video games, when they suddenly heard Gackt’s alarm going off. “….What’s that?” Hyde asked, getting nervous.
“Shit, my security guards are at home too.” Gackt sighed, picking up a bat that just so happened to be leaning against the wall. “Haido, stay behind me.”
“Last time I checked, I could take care of myself.” The vocalist said dully, taking his barehanded karate stance.
“Fine if you get hurt, don’t whine to me.” The taller of the two warned, as they inched towards the room…where all of the soloist’s collection of weirdness lies. They bursted into the room, to find three men already in there. One of them happened to be holding the very box Gackt warned Hyde about. “NO!” he shouted, fear all over his face. “DON’T OPEN THE-“
*Poof!*
“BOX!” a slightly higher voice wailed. Everyone looked around the room, confusion written all over their faces.
“Is it just me or is everything much higher in here?” Hyde asked, his voice sounding much higher then it did a moment ago. The thieves, backed up, raising their hands to their faces.
“Holy fuck!” One of them wailed, the sound of a teenager echoing through the room. “I’m a kid!”
Gackt and Hyde both looked at their hands, and then at each other. Hyde’s hair was spiked up, his clothes fitting slightly looser…a few pimples on his face. His eyes were much wider, and his body was even more slender. Gackt was shorter, his body a lot leaner, his face a lot more childish…he looked a lot less sleep depraved, and his jaw line looked like it were made of glass.
“Oh no!” They wailed…realizing what the curse meant. They were all teenagers.
- - - -
“Ju-ken?” Chachamaru asked, gawking at his companion. The tattooed, bearded, muscular, manly bassist…seemed to have disappeared.
“Chacha?” a skinny, tattoo less, shoulder length hair having, pizza face asked, his voice sounded slightly deep.
“He opened the box didn’t he?” Chachamaru asked. He looked mostly the same, just much younger, and his voice was much higher.
“Mmhmm.” Ju-ken replied, nodding. They just so happened to be down the street from Gackt’s home, planning to pay him a visit.
“Who else did it curse?” The guitarist asked, looking around…when his eyes went wide in surprise.
“Wooow…you look so respectable and normal Yoshiki.” A kid giggled, playing in the teenager’s black, nicely cut hair.
“Oh shut up Miyavi!” the drummer/pianist growled, glaring at the hyper shoulder length blonde, who looked as skinny as a rail.
“Oh…my…GOD!” Chachamaru wailed, rushing to them. “YOSHIKI!”
“Chacha?” he asked, while Miyavi tilted his head to one side.
“Chachamaru?” he asked. They just so happened to be doing the same, since X Japan was about to go on tour and Miyavi was about to do the same…so they wanted to stop by and say goodbye to the soloist…only for this to happen.
“I know what’s happened; we have to see Gackt right away!” Chachamaru wailed.
- - -
“I TOLD you NOT to open that box you reject!” Gackt shouted at one of the three thieves…that were now tied up and sitting in a corner. “Now we’re a bunch of teenagers!! Do you know how much I HATED that time period?!”
“Gacchan, I know you’re mad but you can’t blame them…it’s not like they knew.” Hyde urged, taking his shivering arm…that had little to no muscle tone in it.
“I don’t care…this…this is just…ARGH!!” the soloist shouted…about to beat on the thieves some more, only for the doorbell ringing to save them.
“I’ll get it.” Hyde decided, rushing to the door…when he opened it a group of fifteen year olds pounced on him. “WAH!!” he wailed, trying to get out of the swarm of flying limbs.
“Gackt you asshole!” one of them shouted grabbing him by the hair.
“I’m not Gackt!” Hyde wailed, stopping them from eating him alive.
“Oh,” They all murmured, getting off.
“Wait, if you’re not Gackt, then who are you?” Ju-ken asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“I’m Haido.” The frightened vocalist replied.
“Oh, well I’m Ju-ken.” The bassist said, shaking his hand.
“Chachamaru,” a long haired, tiny boy added with a nod.
“Yoshiki,” the very neat, flawless boy sighed, looking elsewhere.
“Miyavi!” the hyper blonde giggled, hugging him. “Haido, you’re so cuuute like this!”
“Get off me will you?” Hyde asked, blushing.
“Haido who’s that?!” Gackt asked from the back.
“Um-“
“GET HIM!!” Yoshiki shouted, before the angry mob practically trampled the small teenager at full speed.
“WAIT!! Gacchan didn’t open the box!” Hyde shouted. They turned to him, looking as if they wanted to tear his head off. “A couple of thieves broke in and did it.”
“….Are they still here?” Ju-ken asked.
“Yeah,” Gackt replied, walking into the room. Like the others, his clothes didn’t exactly fit him the way they would in his completely grown up state, and his hair was slightly longer then it was when the box opened. “Look I’m sorry guys…if I would have known this would happen, I would have kept my security here constantly.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Yoshiki grumbled.
“You don’t look much different Yo-chan.” Gackt said with a nice smile.
“While you look like a twig.” The pianist mocked, giving him a blank stare.
“Don’t we all?” Hyde asked, blushing.
“….Shuddup.” Yoshiki grumped, giving him the evil eye.
“What do we do? I mean…how do we fix this?” Chachamaru asked, pouting.
“Who knows?” Miyavi asked, shrugging. “All I know is…I hope Melody doesn’t mistake me for a creepy kid.”
“Aren’t you a creepy kid?” Ju-ken asked. The youngest of them all stuck his tongue out at him, before giving him the finger.
“It’s funny, a few hours ago I told Gacchan that I didn’t believe in curses.” Hyde sighed, shaking his head.
“Well I have the box right here.” Gackt said quietly, peering inside of it.
“Will you close that thing?!” Yoshiki demanded, wanting to hit him.
“The damage is done…besides…it has writing inside of it.” The soloist replied, turning on a flashlight. “It’s in Latin.”
“I can read Latin.” Yoshiki said proudly, taking the box from him. “Let’s see, it says that in order to break the curse, we have to….Oh HELL NO!!”
“What?” Ju-ken asked, getting scared.
“We have to relive our fifteenth year all over again and mend our mistakes…if we don’t….we’ll be fifteen forever!” the pianist/drummer wailed.
“….You’re kidding right?” Hyde asked, going pale.
“No! NOOOOO!!!” Ju-ken wailed, running around.
“Please tell me you’re mistaken!” Chachamaru begged. “I HATE my fifteenth year more then you’ll ever know!”
“Why did you buy this cursed thing?” Yoshiki asked, inches from wringing the soloist’s neck.
“I thought it was cool and-“
“….The coolest things are most evil don’t you think?” Miyavi asked, rocking on his feet. “This sucks…Fifteen was the age I was when I first asked for a guitar….and my parents were asking me what was wrong with me. EWWW!!”
“When I was fifteen I was bullied left and right.” Ju-ken wailed, holding his face in his hands.
“YOU were bullied?!” Everyone asked, gawking at him.
“That’s very unlikely.” Yoshiki said with a nod.
“But its true…I mean…LOOK AT ME!” the bassist shouted, snatching him by the collar.
“What are we gonna do?” everyone asked with a whimper.
“This is all that stupid thief’s fault! I told him not to open it but noo!” Gackt ranted.
“Actually this is YOUR fault…nobody told you to buy that stupid box!” Chachamaru shouted. “If ANYTHING when we told you not to buy it you should have listened you dippy!”
“I didn’t know anyone would ever open it.” Gackt whined.
“How silly can you be?” Hyde asked, throwing his hands in the air. “You are friends with ME one of the most curious, nosy, childish people on Earth and I was so close to opening that box it wasn’t even funny and you thought NO ONE WOULD OPEN IT?!”
“….Now that you say that, you do have a point.” The soloist sighed.
“After we get rid of this curse, we have to get rid of that box.” Yoshiki decided, bringing nods of agreement. “I think we should burn it.”
“No! I mean…we can’t.” Gackt murmured.
“Why?” Chachamaru asked, raising an eyebrow.
“….the man who sold it to me said…destroying it will bring an even worse curse.” Gackt uttered, staring at the floor.
“May I please slap you? Please, just let me slap you.” Yoshiki asked, glaring at him. “I will feel so much better if I can just knock you into the next millennium.”
“Violence isn’t going to solve this at all.” Ju-ken piped up, rubbing the pianist/drummer’s shoulders. “We just have to do what it says, and be fifteen for a year.”
“….Why a year?” Hyde whined, burying his face in the bassist’s shoulder. “Why a fucking year?”
“I know this much, I’m NOT going back to school.” Miyavi decided. “I already paid my dues there, I’m not doing it again.”
“Neither am I.” the rest of the rockers agreed, nodding firmly.
“What about us?” the three thieves asked.
“You can go I guess.” Gackt sighed, rolling his eyes. “But I’m warning you….if you know what’s good for you, NEVER break into my home again, or I’ll stuff this box down your throat.”
“Yes Gackt-san.” The thieves murmured, looking as miserable as all of the others.
Should I continue with this silly story or no? *Tilts head with wonder*
Author: demon_rays
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gackt, Hyde, Yoshiki, Chachamaru, Ju-ken, Miyavi...and maybe some others later.
Summary: "Opening that box will curse anyone within a few miles." another birthday present fornovlomien
Warnings: Humor, Teenagers, curses, more curses, bickering....need I say more?
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves
“What kind of box is this?” Hyde asked, staring at it with full blown curiosity. It was a beautifully carved wooden box that looked like it either held jewelry or something important. It looked really old and well preserved, something more then capable of making someone, as curious as the vocalist to want to examine a little closer.
“Leave it be Hai-chan.” Gackt ordered, taking his hand and dragging him away from the display case.
“You actually own this thing and you won’t even TOUCH it?” the older man asked, maturity flying somewhere else.
“There’s a reason for that.” The younger of the two replied, taking his visitor into another room. “Opening that box will curse anyone within a few miles.”
“What kind of curse?” Hyde asked, rolling his eyes. “Your eyes fall out of your head and you can only speak baby?”
“Heh, according to the man who sold it to me, it’ll bring you back to the time of your life you were most miserable. I don’t want to relive that time period so I refuse to open it…and if you do that to me and to anyone within a few miles I will not only let them beat the hell out of you, I’ll join in.” Gackt snapped, glaring at him.
“Well I don’t believe in curses.” Hyde said bluntly.
“Good for you…but if you know what’s good for you, you won’t go near that box.” The taller man warned, sitting on his couch in the living room.
“Yeah whatever…geeze, if you didn’t want me touching it you could give me a more normal reason. Like if I touched it, it would turn to dust or something.” The vocalist muttered, pouting, bringing a chuckle from his host.
- - -
Later that night, the two friends were playing video games, when they suddenly heard Gackt’s alarm going off. “….What’s that?” Hyde asked, getting nervous.
“Shit, my security guards are at home too.” Gackt sighed, picking up a bat that just so happened to be leaning against the wall. “Haido, stay behind me.”
“Last time I checked, I could take care of myself.” The vocalist said dully, taking his barehanded karate stance.
“Fine if you get hurt, don’t whine to me.” The taller of the two warned, as they inched towards the room…where all of the soloist’s collection of weirdness lies. They bursted into the room, to find three men already in there. One of them happened to be holding the very box Gackt warned Hyde about. “NO!” he shouted, fear all over his face. “DON’T OPEN THE-“
*Poof!*
“BOX!” a slightly higher voice wailed. Everyone looked around the room, confusion written all over their faces.
“Is it just me or is everything much higher in here?” Hyde asked, his voice sounding much higher then it did a moment ago. The thieves, backed up, raising their hands to their faces.
“Holy fuck!” One of them wailed, the sound of a teenager echoing through the room. “I’m a kid!”
Gackt and Hyde both looked at their hands, and then at each other. Hyde’s hair was spiked up, his clothes fitting slightly looser…a few pimples on his face. His eyes were much wider, and his body was even more slender. Gackt was shorter, his body a lot leaner, his face a lot more childish…he looked a lot less sleep depraved, and his jaw line looked like it were made of glass.
“Oh no!” They wailed…realizing what the curse meant. They were all teenagers.
- - - -
“Ju-ken?” Chachamaru asked, gawking at his companion. The tattooed, bearded, muscular, manly bassist…seemed to have disappeared.
“Chacha?” a skinny, tattoo less, shoulder length hair having, pizza face asked, his voice sounded slightly deep.
“He opened the box didn’t he?” Chachamaru asked. He looked mostly the same, just much younger, and his voice was much higher.
“Mmhmm.” Ju-ken replied, nodding. They just so happened to be down the street from Gackt’s home, planning to pay him a visit.
“Who else did it curse?” The guitarist asked, looking around…when his eyes went wide in surprise.
“Wooow…you look so respectable and normal Yoshiki.” A kid giggled, playing in the teenager’s black, nicely cut hair.
“Oh shut up Miyavi!” the drummer/pianist growled, glaring at the hyper shoulder length blonde, who looked as skinny as a rail.
“Oh…my…GOD!” Chachamaru wailed, rushing to them. “YOSHIKI!”
“Chacha?” he asked, while Miyavi tilted his head to one side.
“Chachamaru?” he asked. They just so happened to be doing the same, since X Japan was about to go on tour and Miyavi was about to do the same…so they wanted to stop by and say goodbye to the soloist…only for this to happen.
“I know what’s happened; we have to see Gackt right away!” Chachamaru wailed.
- - -
“I TOLD you NOT to open that box you reject!” Gackt shouted at one of the three thieves…that were now tied up and sitting in a corner. “Now we’re a bunch of teenagers!! Do you know how much I HATED that time period?!”
“Gacchan, I know you’re mad but you can’t blame them…it’s not like they knew.” Hyde urged, taking his shivering arm…that had little to no muscle tone in it.
“I don’t care…this…this is just…ARGH!!” the soloist shouted…about to beat on the thieves some more, only for the doorbell ringing to save them.
“I’ll get it.” Hyde decided, rushing to the door…when he opened it a group of fifteen year olds pounced on him. “WAH!!” he wailed, trying to get out of the swarm of flying limbs.
“Gackt you asshole!” one of them shouted grabbing him by the hair.
“I’m not Gackt!” Hyde wailed, stopping them from eating him alive.
“Oh,” They all murmured, getting off.
“Wait, if you’re not Gackt, then who are you?” Ju-ken asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“I’m Haido.” The frightened vocalist replied.
“Oh, well I’m Ju-ken.” The bassist said, shaking his hand.
“Chachamaru,” a long haired, tiny boy added with a nod.
“Yoshiki,” the very neat, flawless boy sighed, looking elsewhere.
“Miyavi!” the hyper blonde giggled, hugging him. “Haido, you’re so cuuute like this!”
“Get off me will you?” Hyde asked, blushing.
“Haido who’s that?!” Gackt asked from the back.
“Um-“
“GET HIM!!” Yoshiki shouted, before the angry mob practically trampled the small teenager at full speed.
“WAIT!! Gacchan didn’t open the box!” Hyde shouted. They turned to him, looking as if they wanted to tear his head off. “A couple of thieves broke in and did it.”
“….Are they still here?” Ju-ken asked.
“Yeah,” Gackt replied, walking into the room. Like the others, his clothes didn’t exactly fit him the way they would in his completely grown up state, and his hair was slightly longer then it was when the box opened. “Look I’m sorry guys…if I would have known this would happen, I would have kept my security here constantly.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Yoshiki grumbled.
“You don’t look much different Yo-chan.” Gackt said with a nice smile.
“While you look like a twig.” The pianist mocked, giving him a blank stare.
“Don’t we all?” Hyde asked, blushing.
“….Shuddup.” Yoshiki grumped, giving him the evil eye.
“What do we do? I mean…how do we fix this?” Chachamaru asked, pouting.
“Who knows?” Miyavi asked, shrugging. “All I know is…I hope Melody doesn’t mistake me for a creepy kid.”
“Aren’t you a creepy kid?” Ju-ken asked. The youngest of them all stuck his tongue out at him, before giving him the finger.
“It’s funny, a few hours ago I told Gacchan that I didn’t believe in curses.” Hyde sighed, shaking his head.
“Well I have the box right here.” Gackt said quietly, peering inside of it.
“Will you close that thing?!” Yoshiki demanded, wanting to hit him.
“The damage is done…besides…it has writing inside of it.” The soloist replied, turning on a flashlight. “It’s in Latin.”
“I can read Latin.” Yoshiki said proudly, taking the box from him. “Let’s see, it says that in order to break the curse, we have to….Oh HELL NO!!”
“What?” Ju-ken asked, getting scared.
“We have to relive our fifteenth year all over again and mend our mistakes…if we don’t….we’ll be fifteen forever!” the pianist/drummer wailed.
“….You’re kidding right?” Hyde asked, going pale.
“No! NOOOOO!!!” Ju-ken wailed, running around.
“Please tell me you’re mistaken!” Chachamaru begged. “I HATE my fifteenth year more then you’ll ever know!”
“Why did you buy this cursed thing?” Yoshiki asked, inches from wringing the soloist’s neck.
“I thought it was cool and-“
“….The coolest things are most evil don’t you think?” Miyavi asked, rocking on his feet. “This sucks…Fifteen was the age I was when I first asked for a guitar….and my parents were asking me what was wrong with me. EWWW!!”
“When I was fifteen I was bullied left and right.” Ju-ken wailed, holding his face in his hands.
“YOU were bullied?!” Everyone asked, gawking at him.
“That’s very unlikely.” Yoshiki said with a nod.
“But its true…I mean…LOOK AT ME!” the bassist shouted, snatching him by the collar.
“What are we gonna do?” everyone asked with a whimper.
“This is all that stupid thief’s fault! I told him not to open it but noo!” Gackt ranted.
“Actually this is YOUR fault…nobody told you to buy that stupid box!” Chachamaru shouted. “If ANYTHING when we told you not to buy it you should have listened you dippy!”
“I didn’t know anyone would ever open it.” Gackt whined.
“How silly can you be?” Hyde asked, throwing his hands in the air. “You are friends with ME one of the most curious, nosy, childish people on Earth and I was so close to opening that box it wasn’t even funny and you thought NO ONE WOULD OPEN IT?!”
“….Now that you say that, you do have a point.” The soloist sighed.
“After we get rid of this curse, we have to get rid of that box.” Yoshiki decided, bringing nods of agreement. “I think we should burn it.”
“No! I mean…we can’t.” Gackt murmured.
“Why?” Chachamaru asked, raising an eyebrow.
“….the man who sold it to me said…destroying it will bring an even worse curse.” Gackt uttered, staring at the floor.
“May I please slap you? Please, just let me slap you.” Yoshiki asked, glaring at him. “I will feel so much better if I can just knock you into the next millennium.”
“Violence isn’t going to solve this at all.” Ju-ken piped up, rubbing the pianist/drummer’s shoulders. “We just have to do what it says, and be fifteen for a year.”
“….Why a year?” Hyde whined, burying his face in the bassist’s shoulder. “Why a fucking year?”
“I know this much, I’m NOT going back to school.” Miyavi decided. “I already paid my dues there, I’m not doing it again.”
“Neither am I.” the rest of the rockers agreed, nodding firmly.
“What about us?” the three thieves asked.
“You can go I guess.” Gackt sighed, rolling his eyes. “But I’m warning you….if you know what’s good for you, NEVER break into my home again, or I’ll stuff this box down your throat.”
“Yes Gackt-san.” The thieves murmured, looking as miserable as all of the others.
Should I continue with this silly story or no? *Tilts head with wonder*