Unexplained Debt Chapter two
Title: Unexplained Debt
Author:lovelydagger23
Rating: PG-13...for now
Characters: Hyde and Gackt
Summary: Hyde's boss dies, and he can now retire from being a butler...or can he?
Warnings: Humor, angst, rich assholes, and a very angry Hyde
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves
I glared at the phone in my room, as it continued to ring...not caring that I probably won't get paid and I might end up a homeless vagabond. I had stopped crying about an hour ago...now I have to regain my composure and see what that bastard wanted...well...LATER anyway. I can't believe I lost my boss and home in a week's time...Oh...I hate them all. The Camuis all can kiss my ass.
Suddenly the door swung open...and there he was....glaring at me. “What?” I asked, glaring back at him.
“Do you not know what time it is?” Gackt asked, blocking my view of the door way I wanted to kick him from.
“Do you not know how much I DON'T care?” I asked furiously.
He walked over to me and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me off the bed. “Do you have...ANY idea-” he began, when I tugged out of his grasp and picked up a bat that happened to be lying nearby.
“Back off rich brat, before I beat your head in.” I ordered. Gackt rolled his eyes.
“I was WORRIED!” he snapped.
“What? What the hell do you have to be worried about?!” I demanded. “You have what you want...a slave to live in with you and beat up every fucking morning!” Gackt stormed over to me, and snatched the bat from my grip...stupid giant man...
“That's not what I need you for.” he said firmly, glaring at me.
“Then what is it for huh? All you've done so far is show me that you want a little whipping boy to keep in your fucking pocket!” I shouted.
“...Woow...maybe you're right.” Gackt said casually, that annoying smirk forming on his lips.
“....I quit.” I said blankly without another thought.
“Wait...I was kidding!” He wailed, as I started walking out. “Where are you GOING?!”
“I'm GOING HOME!” I snapped, before slamming the door. Without another thought, I walked out the house and into the snow...Yes this is winter time and no I don't care that I have only a long sleeved shirt on in the middle of very snowy Tokyo.
- - - -
After hours of mindlessly walking around Tokyo...freezing my ass off. I found myself in a graveyard under a tree...standing in front of my father's grave. I knelt in front of his stone, glaring at it. “Whatever I did to deserve this shit you've put on me...must have been very bad.” I said lowly. “But...I know everything you did was to make me happy. I miss you Dad.” I sniffed, feeling tears building up. “Why did you have to leave me?”
A heavy coat suddenly fell on me, engulfing me in warmth and heavy leather. “GAH!” I wailed, falling on my face.
“So that's where you went...from my sources I was told you'd go to your friend Tetsu's house.” Gackt mused from above me. I lifted the coat from my head and glared at him.
“Who the hell said I wanted you to find me?” I demanded, wanting to punch his lights out.
“Well you're homeless and-”
“No. I'm. Not.” I growled, getting angrier by the second.
“Okay, name your address.” Gackt ordered, making me go silent. “Huh? What's the matter? I can't hear you.”
“....Who cares?” I demanded, looking elsewhere. “I'll...I'll find someplace to live.”
“You already have a home...my place.”
“I DON'T WANT TO LIVE WITH YOU!” I roared, hitting him in the face with a handful of snow. Gackt's eyes darkened, as his eyes narrowed at me.
“I don't appreciate-” Another snowball smashed him in the face. “Takrai-” And another. “Dammit-!” *Pow * “You're staring to-” *Pop * “That's it!”
I squeaked, getting up and running as fast as that heavy ass coat would allow. Well I didn't get far...the bastard hit me with a giant snowball. “Oww.” I whined, holding the back of my head. “What the fuck-WAH?!” I wailed, when he tackled me.
“NOW, you're going to listen to me.” he said firmly, pinning my wrists to the ground.
“Fine...asshole.” I growled, looking elsewhere.
“I'm trying to tell you, that leaving will be bad.” Gackt said firmly, glaring at me.
“Oh really? And why is that?” I asked.
“You'll owe me and the rest of my family twenty five billion yen.” Gackt replied earnestly.
“...You're fucking joking.” I gasped. Where the flying fuck could I find that kind of money? In the creases in the rainbow?!
“No I'm not...look at this.” Gackt ordered, putting a piece of paper in my face. I sat up and took it into my hands...to see a long contract, and at the bottom...my father's name was written.
“No fucking way!” I gasped. “That bastard sold me?!” I stood up and stormed over to the gravestone, cursing everything that made him my father. Arms wrapped around my waist, picking me up bodily. “Dammit let me go! GRRR!!”
“Come on, it's cold and we need to eat...let's go eat out shall we?” Gackt asked calmly, despite how hard I was fighting him.
- - -
“You're not eating.”
“Of course not, how can I possibly eat?” I demanded, glaring at my master....that I can't seem to get away from. Were in sitting in a very expensive restaurant that would take my entire paycheck just to pay for a fucking appetizer.
“You need your strength and you're not the only one in a jam...did you read the whole contract?” Gackt asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I picked it up and started reading it more.
“Wha...What the fuck?” I asked, my eyes going wide. I looked at him with my jaw hanging “How the hell can you be so fucking CALM about this?!” It turns out, my father and his signed a contract, stating that in the event of Mr. Camui's death, I have to work for Gackt for ten years, and if in some unfortunate event, leading to me being fired or I just snap and quit, I end up forever up to my neck in a horrible debt and he will be disinherited. Were these bastards really out to get me?
“I don't know why you're so upset, you're only doing what you have been for the past twenty years.” Gackt stated casually. I glared at him with the worst stare I could EVER muster.
“Listen you ignorant asswhipe.” I growled. “Working for your father wasn't so bad, he paid me well and treated me kindly, giving me the best advice in the world, stood up to the assholes who talked lowly to me for being a butler...oh and for a plus I GOT TO GO HOME. Now I have to work for you...a selfish fuckface who'd rather have me staying up under you, getting my ass handed to me by you, and waking up at four in the fucking morning then to let me be remotely content with my miserable life!”
Gackt rolled his eyes. “Don't be such a drama queen.” he scoffed, casually eating his beef bowl.
“I'm NOT a puppet god dammit! I'm a HUMAN BEING!” I shouted, inches from punching a hole in the table.
“Obviously.” my master said dully, taking a sip of his martini.
“....What?” I asked, glaring at him.
“I KNOW you are...so there's no point in stating it. I'm a victim too remember?” Gackt asked, pouting. I started laughing in his face. “What are you laughing about?”
“YOU a VICTIM?! That's so fucking funny...my ribs are bursting.” I mocked, glaring at him. “YOU a victim. YOU don't have to do anything but run a lousy company and own half of Tokyo...YOU don't have to worry about a home or enough money to eat. YOU ARE NOT A VICTIM!”
Everyone in the restaurant was gawking at me....and I didn't really care. “Now if you'll excuse me MR. CAMUI, I have some place I need to be.” I snarled, before stomping out of the restaurant. This world is full of stupid, and selfish bastards and I hope they'd just get lost...every last one of them.
I know this is short...but the next chapter is longer. *Too busy to beta it.* I wasn't supposed to post this yet...but....I got stuck on my homework and got lazy so...yeah. >.> Anyway, I hope you like it. *gets back to my paper*
Author:lovelydagger23
Rating: PG-13...for now
Characters: Hyde and Gackt
Summary: Hyde's boss dies, and he can now retire from being a butler...or can he?
Warnings: Humor, angst, rich assholes, and a very angry Hyde
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves
I glared at the phone in my room, as it continued to ring...not caring that I probably won't get paid and I might end up a homeless vagabond. I had stopped crying about an hour ago...now I have to regain my composure and see what that bastard wanted...well...LATER anyway. I can't believe I lost my boss and home in a week's time...Oh...I hate them all. The Camuis all can kiss my ass.
Suddenly the door swung open...and there he was....glaring at me. “What?” I asked, glaring back at him.
“Do you not know what time it is?” Gackt asked, blocking my view of the door way I wanted to kick him from.
“Do you not know how much I DON'T care?” I asked furiously.
He walked over to me and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me off the bed. “Do you have...ANY idea-” he began, when I tugged out of his grasp and picked up a bat that happened to be lying nearby.
“Back off rich brat, before I beat your head in.” I ordered. Gackt rolled his eyes.
“I was WORRIED!” he snapped.
“What? What the hell do you have to be worried about?!” I demanded. “You have what you want...a slave to live in with you and beat up every fucking morning!” Gackt stormed over to me, and snatched the bat from my grip...stupid giant man...
“That's not what I need you for.” he said firmly, glaring at me.
“Then what is it for huh? All you've done so far is show me that you want a little whipping boy to keep in your fucking pocket!” I shouted.
“...Woow...maybe you're right.” Gackt said casually, that annoying smirk forming on his lips.
“....I quit.” I said blankly without another thought.
“Wait...I was kidding!” He wailed, as I started walking out. “Where are you GOING?!”
“I'm GOING HOME!” I snapped, before slamming the door. Without another thought, I walked out the house and into the snow...Yes this is winter time and no I don't care that I have only a long sleeved shirt on in the middle of very snowy Tokyo.
- - - -
After hours of mindlessly walking around Tokyo...freezing my ass off. I found myself in a graveyard under a tree...standing in front of my father's grave. I knelt in front of his stone, glaring at it. “Whatever I did to deserve this shit you've put on me...must have been very bad.” I said lowly. “But...I know everything you did was to make me happy. I miss you Dad.” I sniffed, feeling tears building up. “Why did you have to leave me?”
A heavy coat suddenly fell on me, engulfing me in warmth and heavy leather. “GAH!” I wailed, falling on my face.
“So that's where you went...from my sources I was told you'd go to your friend Tetsu's house.” Gackt mused from above me. I lifted the coat from my head and glared at him.
“Who the hell said I wanted you to find me?” I demanded, wanting to punch his lights out.
“Well you're homeless and-”
“No. I'm. Not.” I growled, getting angrier by the second.
“Okay, name your address.” Gackt ordered, making me go silent. “Huh? What's the matter? I can't hear you.”
“....Who cares?” I demanded, looking elsewhere. “I'll...I'll find someplace to live.”
“You already have a home...my place.”
“I DON'T WANT TO LIVE WITH YOU!” I roared, hitting him in the face with a handful of snow. Gackt's eyes darkened, as his eyes narrowed at me.
“I don't appreciate-” Another snowball smashed him in the face. “Takrai-” And another. “Dammit-!” *Pow * “You're staring to-” *Pop * “That's it!”
I squeaked, getting up and running as fast as that heavy ass coat would allow. Well I didn't get far...the bastard hit me with a giant snowball. “Oww.” I whined, holding the back of my head. “What the fuck-WAH?!” I wailed, when he tackled me.
“NOW, you're going to listen to me.” he said firmly, pinning my wrists to the ground.
“Fine...asshole.” I growled, looking elsewhere.
“I'm trying to tell you, that leaving will be bad.” Gackt said firmly, glaring at me.
“Oh really? And why is that?” I asked.
“You'll owe me and the rest of my family twenty five billion yen.” Gackt replied earnestly.
“...You're fucking joking.” I gasped. Where the flying fuck could I find that kind of money? In the creases in the rainbow?!
“No I'm not...look at this.” Gackt ordered, putting a piece of paper in my face. I sat up and took it into my hands...to see a long contract, and at the bottom...my father's name was written.
“No fucking way!” I gasped. “That bastard sold me?!” I stood up and stormed over to the gravestone, cursing everything that made him my father. Arms wrapped around my waist, picking me up bodily. “Dammit let me go! GRRR!!”
“Come on, it's cold and we need to eat...let's go eat out shall we?” Gackt asked calmly, despite how hard I was fighting him.
- - -
“You're not eating.”
“Of course not, how can I possibly eat?” I demanded, glaring at my master....that I can't seem to get away from. Were in sitting in a very expensive restaurant that would take my entire paycheck just to pay for a fucking appetizer.
“You need your strength and you're not the only one in a jam...did you read the whole contract?” Gackt asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I picked it up and started reading it more.
“Wha...What the fuck?” I asked, my eyes going wide. I looked at him with my jaw hanging “How the hell can you be so fucking CALM about this?!” It turns out, my father and his signed a contract, stating that in the event of Mr. Camui's death, I have to work for Gackt for ten years, and if in some unfortunate event, leading to me being fired or I just snap and quit, I end up forever up to my neck in a horrible debt and he will be disinherited. Were these bastards really out to get me?
“I don't know why you're so upset, you're only doing what you have been for the past twenty years.” Gackt stated casually. I glared at him with the worst stare I could EVER muster.
“Listen you ignorant asswhipe.” I growled. “Working for your father wasn't so bad, he paid me well and treated me kindly, giving me the best advice in the world, stood up to the assholes who talked lowly to me for being a butler...oh and for a plus I GOT TO GO HOME. Now I have to work for you...a selfish fuckface who'd rather have me staying up under you, getting my ass handed to me by you, and waking up at four in the fucking morning then to let me be remotely content with my miserable life!”
Gackt rolled his eyes. “Don't be such a drama queen.” he scoffed, casually eating his beef bowl.
“I'm NOT a puppet god dammit! I'm a HUMAN BEING!” I shouted, inches from punching a hole in the table.
“Obviously.” my master said dully, taking a sip of his martini.
“....What?” I asked, glaring at him.
“I KNOW you are...so there's no point in stating it. I'm a victim too remember?” Gackt asked, pouting. I started laughing in his face. “What are you laughing about?”
“YOU a VICTIM?! That's so fucking funny...my ribs are bursting.” I mocked, glaring at him. “YOU a victim. YOU don't have to do anything but run a lousy company and own half of Tokyo...YOU don't have to worry about a home or enough money to eat. YOU ARE NOT A VICTIM!”
Everyone in the restaurant was gawking at me....and I didn't really care. “Now if you'll excuse me MR. CAMUI, I have some place I need to be.” I snarled, before stomping out of the restaurant. This world is full of stupid, and selfish bastards and I hope they'd just get lost...every last one of them.
I know this is short...but the next chapter is longer. *Too busy to beta it.* I wasn't supposed to post this yet...but....I got stuck on my homework and got lazy so...yeah. >.> Anyway, I hope you like it. *gets back to my paper*