Define Freedom Chapter Seven
Title: Define Freedom
Author: demon_rays
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Gackt, and ??
Summary: Just because you're a prison guard, doesn't mean you're tough and careful...and just because you've done it, doesn't make you gulity. In Gackts P.O.V
Warnings: Traveling, violence, angst, humor, fluff, and pitch black darkness smut....and my lame attempt at writing song lyrics. *Sniffs* I'm so, sooo lame. T.T
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves
Washington D.C felt like it was Tokyo in another dimension. It wasn’t as crowded, but people acted the same way pretty much. Moody and always in a hurry. The monuments were lovely though. I never thought I’d ever see these things up close...and the food was good...well the healthy food anyway. Most of the food that was cheap was more then capable of clogging your arteries, killing you slowly. After looking around all day, it was time to deal with the task at hand...time to go to the mysterious apartment.
- - -
It was in a very boring part of the city, but it still had it’s charm. I carefully walked inside the old looking building and walked to the door. I nervously looked around, taking in the fact that it was the late part of the evening and I had no place to stay in case this wasn’t the place for me. I sighed heavily, before unlocking the door and walking inside.
It was almost as dark as a solitary cell...and it was a little hard to adjust, but as soon as I did, I realized a light switch was no where near me. That’s just great. I started walking further into the apartment...when all of a sudden I was tackled brutally, hitting the floor hard enough to hurt something if I fell wrong.
Panic rose in me, as I felt a hand pin my wrist to the floor, so I swung as hard as I could...my free fist grazing the top of my attacker’s head. He’s...short?! He grunted in pain, before I felt some cold metal rest on my forehead. “Who are you?” a familiar voice demanded in English.
“....Haido?” I asked, stunned at what I just heard. It couldn’t possibly be him. It just couldn’t be. He’s dead.
“Gacchan?” the voice asked, sounding just as surprised as I was. “Is it really...you?” it asked in my native tongue.
“You’re alive.” I gasped, as I felt tears forming. “You’re really alive....but...but I thought you were-?”
“Dead? Well sorry Gacchan, but it takes a lot to kill little ol’ me.” Hyde chuckled, as his fingers slid up my wrist, tangling with mine. The scary piece of metal that I‘ve had to deal with for almost a year, disappeared. “I really missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I breathed, as he rested his head against mine.
“For a moment I didn’t think you were going to come.” Hyde sighed in frustration.
“Same here, when I got that letter it kind of scared me...especially when I knew that you were supposed to be dead...also reporters and weird stalkers have been messing with me, so I had no idea if this was from one of them.” I confessed.
“Well I am kind of a stalker.” Hyde chuckled, as his free hand traced my face. I guess he was trying to make sure it was really me....because I was doing the exact same thing. I know it would make sense to turn the light on...but we were so happy...to just be together, there was no point to look one another over.
After we were satisfied with just tracing each other’s faces, we removed our hands, as I smiled, and I heard Hyde do the same. “It really IS you.” we murmured at the same time, before laughter took over. It soon grew quiet, when Hyde suddenly kissed me deeply, letting go of my fingers. My hands ran through his hair...that was now curly and kind of long, as I kissed him back, sitting up some.
When we pulled back for air, I couldn’t help but to speak again. “All this time, I thought that it was my fault I lost you and I could have-”
“Shh,” Hyde whispered, before roughly kissing me again, unzipping my hoodie. Obeying him willingly, I returned his kiss, letting him run his fingers up and down my chest, before guiding me out of my t-shirt gently. Gentle, loving kisses traced my collar bone, and I couldn’t help but to smile, as his fingers danced to my lap. My breath hitched, when his teeth sunk into my shoulder, just the way I like it.
I moaned, pressing myself even tighter against him. My hands found his clothed torso, and I started tugging at his shirt. A chuckle escaped from my long lost lover, as I realized that he had long since unzipped my jeans, and let a hand slide in them...searching for me. A rough tug from his skilled fingers, made me jerk from head to toe in surprise, as I gasped loudly. Hyde’s answer to that was another kiss, as he continued to stroke me with one hand, and work on my jeans at the same time. He slid off of my lap, guiding me on my back.
I tried to force myself to see him...but it was still too dark, no matter how much my eyes adjusted. I felt my clothes being removed from me, quickly and skillfully, making me feel new all over again. How the hell can he do this in pitch black darkness? I blushed, when I felt my legs resting on his shoulders. Nervousness and slight excitement came to me, as I lifted my head slightly. “Haido?” I asked, only to receive soothing, and gentle kisses across my thighs as a response. I calmed down on the outside, but my heart rate sped up even more, as his tongue slid across my entrance. When one of his hands slid up and down my thigh, I calmed down even more...it was as if he knew I was still scared....and as if I knew he was telling me louder then words ever could, that everything was going to be alright, my fear and nervousness left me, as his tongue plunged into me.
At first I felt very...awkward like that. I found myself blushing, staring up into the darkness...wondering what the point of this was and what the hell he was doing, until I suddenly felt a spark of pleasure shoot through me, making my breath hitch in surprise. He continued to tease me, bringing out even more moans of pleasure, as my fingers tangled into some article of clothing that was lying around.
I had no clue if he was still wearing clothes or not, until I felt my legs slipping down his bare sides, putting us into the most intimate of positions. When I felt him slowly enter me, My breath caught in my throat, as pain tore through me. I gasped, as my face tightened, and I continued to cling to the cloth between my fingers. “Am I hurting you Gacchan?” Hyde asked quietly.
“N-No.” I lied, knowing good and well that I nearly felt as if I were splitting in two.
“You can be honest with me...you trust me...remember?” my lover asked, sounding slightly worried.
“Of course I trust you.” I groaned, as I struggled to relax, wondering how he managed to do this so easily for me...or for anyone else. Kisses ran across my shoulder, as a soothing hand ran up and down my thigh, calming me down some. I found myself relaxing, as he moved gently in half thrusts, making me get used to him...and want more. “Haido, more.” I begged, as I started to slowly move my hips with his, building up the pleasure even more.
My breathing turned to gasps, as shots of pleasure shot up and down my spine, when he hit that spot inside of me....and the harder he hit it, the louder I cried out, clinging to him tightly. Before I could ask him to go harder, and faster, he did, as if he read my mind. My nails sunk into his hips, as his teeth marked my throat.
When his perfect hand found my length and started stroking me in time with our dance, I lost myself in him completely. I was his....all his and no one else’s. A few thrusts later, I came, screaming his name...probably loud enough to get him evicted but it’s not like we really cared at the moment....after all, he was right behind me.
He collapsed on top of me, as we breathed heavily, too tired to do anything else. I kissed his head gently, and he responded with a kiss on my breast bone. My lover pulled himself out of me, and tangled his legs with mine, snuggling tightly against me. I couldn’t help but to smile at this, as I felt sleep coming to me. I didn’t want to give in, mainly because I felt as if this was a bizarre dream I was having...since I knew that Hyde was dead, and that I’d never see him again...but sadly, his comforting arms wrapped around me, and one of his hands gently sliding up and down my side, lulled me to sleep anyway, making me lose my little battle with myself.
- - -
When I woke up the next morning, I found myself looking around, wondering where the hell I was...then I remembered last night. I blinked a couple of times, before looking at the fuzzy red that stuck out of the blankets that covered me. The fuzzy red head was lying on my chest...but...who is that? That’s not Hyde, last time I saw him, he was blonde! “Mm,” the red head groaned, rolling over slightly. My eyes widened, as he opened his eyes...it was Hyde...and yes, he really was alive. I stared at him in awe, as he sat up slowly and looked at me.
“Gacchan,” he called tiredly.
“Hm?” I asked, still gawking at him.
“Good morning.” He whispered, before kissing me lightly. “Go ahead and take a shower, while I get breakfast started.” I blinked at him, taking in the fact that I really was with him...and he really was alive. “Gacchan, are you alright?” I nodded dumbly, still lost in my confusion. I still don’t understand...he’s alive, he’s real...and...but...how? Why? I ran my hands up and down his arms, as he studied me carefully. “Gacchan, you still don’t believe it’s me?”
“I-I do...it’s just, I don’t know how you’re alive...didn’t they say you died? Weren’t you shot?” I asked, giving him a worried look. Hyde brushed his shoulder blade length hair from his shoulder, revealing a really gross looking scar...where a bullet obviously had been.
“Yes, I was shot.” He explained quietly. “Sure it was a fatal wound, but I could be saved...but first I had to play dead with the help of the nice nurse, that helped us...when we were children.”
“She’s still a nurse? REALLY?!” I asked, dropping my jaw.
“She gave me a choice, to either turn myself in, or risk my life even more, by playing dead...so I chose to play dead...it didn’t matter anyway, if they caught me I planned to end my life as soon as I was able.” Hyde continued, as if I didn’t say anything. “...Gacchan, I hope you never have to play dead the way I did...it was very...very...scary. I thought all the things I dealt with in my lifetime were scary...but this...REALLY takes the cake. It was all I could do to keep myself from having a heart attack from panic. When it was over, she told me that I could escape Japan easily...and there was a place I could be free from the world I was thrown into....so...here I am.”
He gave me a big smile, tilting his head. “But...it was lonely without you, and I told her so. She understood and told me to invite you as mysteriously as possible. If anyone caught on it would have been bad. So knowing that you might see it as a joke, or get scared...I sent it to you...and forgot about it.”
“You forgot that you sent me that letter?” I asked, as my eyes widened.
“It was two months ago! Of course I’d forget!” Hyde retorted, pouting. “When you came, for a moment I thought that the police were coming to get me, or that you were Toru’s phsyco ass. I heard he assumes that I’m living and plans to get me...so of course when you walked in, I had to defend myself.”
“I understand, I walked in without knocking, and I didn’t turn on the lights either.” I muttered, looking elsewhere. “It’s a good thing you didn’t shoot me...otherwise things would have been bad.”
“What? With this?” Hyde asked with a giggle, holding up an empty B.B gun. “Really?”
“That’s not funny.” I muttered, blushing.
“Heh, yeah it is...now go get in the shower.” Hyde ordered. “I already took mine.”
“You did...but why are you still naked?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just in case you wanted another round when you woke up.” My lover mocked, swinging his hips from side to side seductively.
“....I wish you weren’t such a tease.” I grumbled, blushing even more. Hyde kissed me deeply, before getting up again. My eyes roamed his scarred body, as thoughts of where they came from came to me. Guilt that I wasn‘t able to help him all this time came to me. He always helped me, and was always there to keep me from harm‘s way...but when was I ever there for him?
“Gacchan, it’s alright...we’re free now. None of these scars matter.” he said gently all of a sudden. I blinked, before looking him in the face.
“Really?” I asked, feeling tears building up.
“Yes,” he replied, giving me a loving smile...that same one he gave me when we were children.
I smiled, as tears started spilling over...I hate when I cry, I know I look stupid every time I do. “I’m glad.” I admitted, struggling to stop. Hyde leaned over to me, and kissed my head gently, running his fingers through my hair, the way he always did to calm me.
“Me too.” he whispered, before pulling away. “Now seriously, stop stalling and get in the shower...NOW.”
“Okay,” I meeped, seeing the dark glare he gives people before he turns violent and scary...but I noticed something. There was a hint of playfulness behind it, which almost had me laughing.
- - -
When I got out of the shower, and got dressed again...I walked into the kitchen, finding Hyde standing over the stove...singing something I thought I’d NEVER hear again.
The lovely flowers bloom in the month of June,
but it doesn’t mean a thing when I’m without you.
On a beautiful night the stars compliment the moon,
but when you’re not here, I’m just a fool.
Your presence is the reason why,
it’s always sunny even with dark clouds in the sky.
You’re the reason I always want to try.
You’re the reason I never feel the need to ask why.
You’re the reason love exists,
it’s all in your kiss~.
As long as you’ll never leave me, I’ll forever been in this dream like bliss.
“Um...Haido?”
“Hm?”
“....Where did you hear that song?” I asked, gawking at him.
“It’s a secret.” Hyde replied bluntly, without even looking at me.
“But-”
“Not telling.”
“Come on Haido.” I whined, wrapping my arms around him. “I only heard that song from my...my m-”
“Gacchan, stop bringing up subjects that make you freeze up like that love.” He lectured teasingly, before kissing my chin. I watched him cook, as memories of me and my mother singing that song together smashed into my brain over and over...before my lover spoke again. “Gacchan, you’re getting kind of heavy.”
“Sorry.” I mumbled, pulling away, blushing.
When breakfast was over, was washing the dishes while Hyde sat on the counter, watching me. “Gacchan,”
“Yes?”
“...Do you feel free when you’re with me?”
“Yes, why?” I queried, glancing at him.
“I feel the same way.” Hyde said bluntly. “I was wondering...do you want to stay with me?”
“...You mean it?” I asked nearly dropping my plate.
“Why would I ask if you if I didn’t?” My lover asked, tilting his head.
“I ‘on know.” I mumbled, blushing.
“You’re so cute Gacchan,” Hyde whispered, before kissing my temple. “Do you want to stay?”
I looked at him, determined to tell him what I wanted to that night in the hotel. “Haido,”
“Mm?”
“I-I um...I-I-uh...well I...I kind of...” Dammit why can’t I SAY IT?!
“Well if you don’t want to stay with me I understan-”
“NO! I do want to stay!” I snapped at him, before fumbling again. “It’s just that I...I also...well...um...I uh...” Hyde stared at me for a very long time, waiting for me to spill it, with the patience that a Saint WISHED he had. After a few moments he sighed deeply, before kissing me lovingly, before pulling away.
“I love you too.” he whispered, before hopping off the counter and walking away.
“You know it would have been more fulfilling, if you would have let me say it first!” I whined, blushing.
“You waited too long.” Hyde replied sticking his head in the doorway. “Besides, you already told me once.”
“....I did?” I asked, going wide eyed. “When?”
- - -
Hyde was running his fingers through my hair, in the hospital bed, when I was four. I was fast asleep, clinging to him like a life line. “Nichan,” I whispered
“Yes?” the older boy asked, staring down at me patiently.
“I love you.”
“Um...” He mumbled, blushing at the sudden confession. “Uh...well...uh...Nichan loves you too.”
“Aww isn’t that cute? The little one wants to marry the older one.” A very young nurse giggled from nearby, making Hyde blush even more at the weirdness of the situation. “They’d make such a cute couple when they’re older too.”
The eight year old stared down at me, as his eye twitched.
, snuggling tightly to him. He’d better be the one in the wedding dress...NOT me. He decided firmly.
- - -
“Why’d I have to be in the wedding dress?” I asked with a whine.
“Because you’d look cuter.” Hyde said bluntly. “You shouldn’t complain...after all...YOU confessed first, in the middle of a hospital, filled with a ton of silly young nurses.”
“...True.” I mumbled. “Haido,”
“Hm?”
“When you responded the first time...did you mean it?” I asked, tilting my head.
“Mmm....At the time when I said it, I didn’t even know what you meant...I just knew that it was out of the blue and it was strange, but, I suppose I mean it just the same.” My lover replied, walking towards me again. “I loved you all this time...and it took me ages to realize it. Will you ever forgive me Gacchan?”
“....Only if I don’t have to wear a wedding dress.” I teased. My lover and savior started laughing at me, shaking his head.
“Fine, you don’t have to wear a wedding dress. Are you happy now love?”
“Yes.” I whispered, before kissing him chastly....before putting a bubble on his nose. “Very happy...that I have you again...and I’m never going to leave you, as long as you want me here.”
“I’ll always want you here of course.” Hyde replied, taking a handful of bubbles and putting it on my head.
“I have a question.”
“Yes?”
“How exactly did you manage to ‘play dead’?” I asked.
“....Do you really want to know?” My lover asked. I nodded. “Okay, I’ll tell you....later.”
“What? NOOO!!” I whined chasing him, as he walked out the kitchen.
See? Happy ending...like I said. *pretends I didn't put up any lyrics worth filling my trashcan.*
Also LJ and my internet tag teamed me again...so there's a little error in this chapter too. *Fumes a bit*
Author: demon_rays
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Gackt, and ??
Summary: Just because you're a prison guard, doesn't mean you're tough and careful...and just because you've done it, doesn't make you gulity. In Gackts P.O.V
Warnings: Traveling, violence, angst, humor, fluff, and pitch black darkness smut....and my lame attempt at writing song lyrics. *Sniffs* I'm so, sooo lame. T.T
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves
Washington D.C felt like it was Tokyo in another dimension. It wasn’t as crowded, but people acted the same way pretty much. Moody and always in a hurry. The monuments were lovely though. I never thought I’d ever see these things up close...and the food was good...well the healthy food anyway. Most of the food that was cheap was more then capable of clogging your arteries, killing you slowly. After looking around all day, it was time to deal with the task at hand...time to go to the mysterious apartment.
- - -
It was in a very boring part of the city, but it still had it’s charm. I carefully walked inside the old looking building and walked to the door. I nervously looked around, taking in the fact that it was the late part of the evening and I had no place to stay in case this wasn’t the place for me. I sighed heavily, before unlocking the door and walking inside.
It was almost as dark as a solitary cell...and it was a little hard to adjust, but as soon as I did, I realized a light switch was no where near me. That’s just great. I started walking further into the apartment...when all of a sudden I was tackled brutally, hitting the floor hard enough to hurt something if I fell wrong.
Panic rose in me, as I felt a hand pin my wrist to the floor, so I swung as hard as I could...my free fist grazing the top of my attacker’s head. He’s...short?! He grunted in pain, before I felt some cold metal rest on my forehead. “Who are you?” a familiar voice demanded in English.
“....Haido?” I asked, stunned at what I just heard. It couldn’t possibly be him. It just couldn’t be. He’s dead.
“Gacchan?” the voice asked, sounding just as surprised as I was. “Is it really...you?” it asked in my native tongue.
“You’re alive.” I gasped, as I felt tears forming. “You’re really alive....but...but I thought you were-?”
“Dead? Well sorry Gacchan, but it takes a lot to kill little ol’ me.” Hyde chuckled, as his fingers slid up my wrist, tangling with mine. The scary piece of metal that I‘ve had to deal with for almost a year, disappeared. “I really missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I breathed, as he rested his head against mine.
“For a moment I didn’t think you were going to come.” Hyde sighed in frustration.
“Same here, when I got that letter it kind of scared me...especially when I knew that you were supposed to be dead...also reporters and weird stalkers have been messing with me, so I had no idea if this was from one of them.” I confessed.
“Well I am kind of a stalker.” Hyde chuckled, as his free hand traced my face. I guess he was trying to make sure it was really me....because I was doing the exact same thing. I know it would make sense to turn the light on...but we were so happy...to just be together, there was no point to look one another over.
After we were satisfied with just tracing each other’s faces, we removed our hands, as I smiled, and I heard Hyde do the same. “It really IS you.” we murmured at the same time, before laughter took over. It soon grew quiet, when Hyde suddenly kissed me deeply, letting go of my fingers. My hands ran through his hair...that was now curly and kind of long, as I kissed him back, sitting up some.
When we pulled back for air, I couldn’t help but to speak again. “All this time, I thought that it was my fault I lost you and I could have-”
“Shh,” Hyde whispered, before roughly kissing me again, unzipping my hoodie. Obeying him willingly, I returned his kiss, letting him run his fingers up and down my chest, before guiding me out of my t-shirt gently. Gentle, loving kisses traced my collar bone, and I couldn’t help but to smile, as his fingers danced to my lap. My breath hitched, when his teeth sunk into my shoulder, just the way I like it.
I moaned, pressing myself even tighter against him. My hands found his clothed torso, and I started tugging at his shirt. A chuckle escaped from my long lost lover, as I realized that he had long since unzipped my jeans, and let a hand slide in them...searching for me. A rough tug from his skilled fingers, made me jerk from head to toe in surprise, as I gasped loudly. Hyde’s answer to that was another kiss, as he continued to stroke me with one hand, and work on my jeans at the same time. He slid off of my lap, guiding me on my back.
I tried to force myself to see him...but it was still too dark, no matter how much my eyes adjusted. I felt my clothes being removed from me, quickly and skillfully, making me feel new all over again. How the hell can he do this in pitch black darkness? I blushed, when I felt my legs resting on his shoulders. Nervousness and slight excitement came to me, as I lifted my head slightly. “Haido?” I asked, only to receive soothing, and gentle kisses across my thighs as a response. I calmed down on the outside, but my heart rate sped up even more, as his tongue slid across my entrance. When one of his hands slid up and down my thigh, I calmed down even more...it was as if he knew I was still scared....and as if I knew he was telling me louder then words ever could, that everything was going to be alright, my fear and nervousness left me, as his tongue plunged into me.
At first I felt very...awkward like that. I found myself blushing, staring up into the darkness...wondering what the point of this was and what the hell he was doing, until I suddenly felt a spark of pleasure shoot through me, making my breath hitch in surprise. He continued to tease me, bringing out even more moans of pleasure, as my fingers tangled into some article of clothing that was lying around.
I had no clue if he was still wearing clothes or not, until I felt my legs slipping down his bare sides, putting us into the most intimate of positions. When I felt him slowly enter me, My breath caught in my throat, as pain tore through me. I gasped, as my face tightened, and I continued to cling to the cloth between my fingers. “Am I hurting you Gacchan?” Hyde asked quietly.
“N-No.” I lied, knowing good and well that I nearly felt as if I were splitting in two.
“You can be honest with me...you trust me...remember?” my lover asked, sounding slightly worried.
“Of course I trust you.” I groaned, as I struggled to relax, wondering how he managed to do this so easily for me...or for anyone else. Kisses ran across my shoulder, as a soothing hand ran up and down my thigh, calming me down some. I found myself relaxing, as he moved gently in half thrusts, making me get used to him...and want more. “Haido, more.” I begged, as I started to slowly move my hips with his, building up the pleasure even more.
My breathing turned to gasps, as shots of pleasure shot up and down my spine, when he hit that spot inside of me....and the harder he hit it, the louder I cried out, clinging to him tightly. Before I could ask him to go harder, and faster, he did, as if he read my mind. My nails sunk into his hips, as his teeth marked my throat.
When his perfect hand found my length and started stroking me in time with our dance, I lost myself in him completely. I was his....all his and no one else’s. A few thrusts later, I came, screaming his name...probably loud enough to get him evicted but it’s not like we really cared at the moment....after all, he was right behind me.
He collapsed on top of me, as we breathed heavily, too tired to do anything else. I kissed his head gently, and he responded with a kiss on my breast bone. My lover pulled himself out of me, and tangled his legs with mine, snuggling tightly against me. I couldn’t help but to smile at this, as I felt sleep coming to me. I didn’t want to give in, mainly because I felt as if this was a bizarre dream I was having...since I knew that Hyde was dead, and that I’d never see him again...but sadly, his comforting arms wrapped around me, and one of his hands gently sliding up and down my side, lulled me to sleep anyway, making me lose my little battle with myself.
- - -
When I woke up the next morning, I found myself looking around, wondering where the hell I was...then I remembered last night. I blinked a couple of times, before looking at the fuzzy red that stuck out of the blankets that covered me. The fuzzy red head was lying on my chest...but...who is that? That’s not Hyde, last time I saw him, he was blonde! “Mm,” the red head groaned, rolling over slightly. My eyes widened, as he opened his eyes...it was Hyde...and yes, he really was alive. I stared at him in awe, as he sat up slowly and looked at me.
“Gacchan,” he called tiredly.
“Hm?” I asked, still gawking at him.
“Good morning.” He whispered, before kissing me lightly. “Go ahead and take a shower, while I get breakfast started.” I blinked at him, taking in the fact that I really was with him...and he really was alive. “Gacchan, are you alright?” I nodded dumbly, still lost in my confusion. I still don’t understand...he’s alive, he’s real...and...but...how? Why? I ran my hands up and down his arms, as he studied me carefully. “Gacchan, you still don’t believe it’s me?”
“I-I do...it’s just, I don’t know how you’re alive...didn’t they say you died? Weren’t you shot?” I asked, giving him a worried look. Hyde brushed his shoulder blade length hair from his shoulder, revealing a really gross looking scar...where a bullet obviously had been.
“Yes, I was shot.” He explained quietly. “Sure it was a fatal wound, but I could be saved...but first I had to play dead with the help of the nice nurse, that helped us...when we were children.”
“She’s still a nurse? REALLY?!” I asked, dropping my jaw.
“She gave me a choice, to either turn myself in, or risk my life even more, by playing dead...so I chose to play dead...it didn’t matter anyway, if they caught me I planned to end my life as soon as I was able.” Hyde continued, as if I didn’t say anything. “...Gacchan, I hope you never have to play dead the way I did...it was very...very...scary. I thought all the things I dealt with in my lifetime were scary...but this...REALLY takes the cake. It was all I could do to keep myself from having a heart attack from panic. When it was over, she told me that I could escape Japan easily...and there was a place I could be free from the world I was thrown into....so...here I am.”
He gave me a big smile, tilting his head. “But...it was lonely without you, and I told her so. She understood and told me to invite you as mysteriously as possible. If anyone caught on it would have been bad. So knowing that you might see it as a joke, or get scared...I sent it to you...and forgot about it.”
“You forgot that you sent me that letter?” I asked, as my eyes widened.
“It was two months ago! Of course I’d forget!” Hyde retorted, pouting. “When you came, for a moment I thought that the police were coming to get me, or that you were Toru’s phsyco ass. I heard he assumes that I’m living and plans to get me...so of course when you walked in, I had to defend myself.”
“I understand, I walked in without knocking, and I didn’t turn on the lights either.” I muttered, looking elsewhere. “It’s a good thing you didn’t shoot me...otherwise things would have been bad.”
“What? With this?” Hyde asked with a giggle, holding up an empty B.B gun. “Really?”
“That’s not funny.” I muttered, blushing.
“Heh, yeah it is...now go get in the shower.” Hyde ordered. “I already took mine.”
“You did...but why are you still naked?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just in case you wanted another round when you woke up.” My lover mocked, swinging his hips from side to side seductively.
“....I wish you weren’t such a tease.” I grumbled, blushing even more. Hyde kissed me deeply, before getting up again. My eyes roamed his scarred body, as thoughts of where they came from came to me. Guilt that I wasn‘t able to help him all this time came to me. He always helped me, and was always there to keep me from harm‘s way...but when was I ever there for him?
“Gacchan, it’s alright...we’re free now. None of these scars matter.” he said gently all of a sudden. I blinked, before looking him in the face.
“Really?” I asked, feeling tears building up.
“Yes,” he replied, giving me a loving smile...that same one he gave me when we were children.
I smiled, as tears started spilling over...I hate when I cry, I know I look stupid every time I do. “I’m glad.” I admitted, struggling to stop. Hyde leaned over to me, and kissed my head gently, running his fingers through my hair, the way he always did to calm me.
“Me too.” he whispered, before pulling away. “Now seriously, stop stalling and get in the shower...NOW.”
“Okay,” I meeped, seeing the dark glare he gives people before he turns violent and scary...but I noticed something. There was a hint of playfulness behind it, which almost had me laughing.
- - -
When I got out of the shower, and got dressed again...I walked into the kitchen, finding Hyde standing over the stove...singing something I thought I’d NEVER hear again.
The lovely flowers bloom in the month of June,
but it doesn’t mean a thing when I’m without you.
On a beautiful night the stars compliment the moon,
but when you’re not here, I’m just a fool.
Your presence is the reason why,
it’s always sunny even with dark clouds in the sky.
You’re the reason I always want to try.
You’re the reason I never feel the need to ask why.
You’re the reason love exists,
it’s all in your kiss~.
As long as you’ll never leave me, I’ll forever been in this dream like bliss.
“Um...Haido?”
“Hm?”
“....Where did you hear that song?” I asked, gawking at him.
“It’s a secret.” Hyde replied bluntly, without even looking at me.
“But-”
“Not telling.”
“Come on Haido.” I whined, wrapping my arms around him. “I only heard that song from my...my m-”
“Gacchan, stop bringing up subjects that make you freeze up like that love.” He lectured teasingly, before kissing my chin. I watched him cook, as memories of me and my mother singing that song together smashed into my brain over and over...before my lover spoke again. “Gacchan, you’re getting kind of heavy.”
“Sorry.” I mumbled, pulling away, blushing.
When breakfast was over, was washing the dishes while Hyde sat on the counter, watching me. “Gacchan,”
“Yes?”
“...Do you feel free when you’re with me?”
“Yes, why?” I queried, glancing at him.
“I feel the same way.” Hyde said bluntly. “I was wondering...do you want to stay with me?”
“...You mean it?” I asked nearly dropping my plate.
“Why would I ask if you if I didn’t?” My lover asked, tilting his head.
“I ‘on know.” I mumbled, blushing.
“You’re so cute Gacchan,” Hyde whispered, before kissing my temple. “Do you want to stay?”
I looked at him, determined to tell him what I wanted to that night in the hotel. “Haido,”
“Mm?”
“I-I um...I-I-uh...well I...I kind of...” Dammit why can’t I SAY IT?!
“Well if you don’t want to stay with me I understan-”
“NO! I do want to stay!” I snapped at him, before fumbling again. “It’s just that I...I also...well...um...I uh...” Hyde stared at me for a very long time, waiting for me to spill it, with the patience that a Saint WISHED he had. After a few moments he sighed deeply, before kissing me lovingly, before pulling away.
“I love you too.” he whispered, before hopping off the counter and walking away.
“You know it would have been more fulfilling, if you would have let me say it first!” I whined, blushing.
“You waited too long.” Hyde replied sticking his head in the doorway. “Besides, you already told me once.”
“....I did?” I asked, going wide eyed. “When?”
- - -
Hyde was running his fingers through my hair, in the hospital bed, when I was four. I was fast asleep, clinging to him like a life line. “Nichan,” I whispered
“Yes?” the older boy asked, staring down at me patiently.
“I love you.”
“Um...” He mumbled, blushing at the sudden confession. “Uh...well...uh...Nichan loves you too.”
“Aww isn’t that cute? The little one wants to marry the older one.” A very young nurse giggled from nearby, making Hyde blush even more at the weirdness of the situation. “They’d make such a cute couple when they’re older too.”
The eight year old stared down at me, as his eye twitched.
, snuggling tightly to him. He’d better be the one in the wedding dress...NOT me. He decided firmly.
- - -
“Why’d I have to be in the wedding dress?” I asked with a whine.
“Because you’d look cuter.” Hyde said bluntly. “You shouldn’t complain...after all...YOU confessed first, in the middle of a hospital, filled with a ton of silly young nurses.”
“...True.” I mumbled. “Haido,”
“Hm?”
“When you responded the first time...did you mean it?” I asked, tilting my head.
“Mmm....At the time when I said it, I didn’t even know what you meant...I just knew that it was out of the blue and it was strange, but, I suppose I mean it just the same.” My lover replied, walking towards me again. “I loved you all this time...and it took me ages to realize it. Will you ever forgive me Gacchan?”
“....Only if I don’t have to wear a wedding dress.” I teased. My lover and savior started laughing at me, shaking his head.
“Fine, you don’t have to wear a wedding dress. Are you happy now love?”
“Yes.” I whispered, before kissing him chastly....before putting a bubble on his nose. “Very happy...that I have you again...and I’m never going to leave you, as long as you want me here.”
“I’ll always want you here of course.” Hyde replied, taking a handful of bubbles and putting it on my head.
“I have a question.”
“Yes?”
“How exactly did you manage to ‘play dead’?” I asked.
“....Do you really want to know?” My lover asked. I nodded. “Okay, I’ll tell you....later.”
“What? NOOO!!” I whined chasing him, as he walked out the kitchen.
See? Happy ending...like I said. *pretends I didn't put up any lyrics worth filling my trashcan.*
Also LJ and my internet tag teamed me again...so there's a little error in this chapter too. *Fumes a bit*