50stories Theme #2 - Alcohol ~ Oops ~ KaoruxYoshiki
Title: Oops
Author: Ame
Theme: #2 - Alcohol
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Genre: humour (kind of), shonen ai (talked about)
Pairing: KaoruxYoshiki
Band(s): Dir en grey/X Japan, S.K.I.N., etc
Summary: How Gackt became a friend of the relationship...
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody. I own a bitchy cat and a cold and a seriously perverted imagination, but that's about it. No suing. XP
Comments: Okay, before I say anything I have to mention that the original/working title of this was "OH SH*T!", but I thought "Oops" would be better XP
Ever since I wrote "Almost", I've been wondering just how Gackt became a friend of the relationship. This was originally going to be the theme "Jealousy", with a completely different story. But then all of a sudden my Gackt and Yoshiki muses popped up in my head laughing over a large amount of alcohol in a club. I thought, 'What the hell!' and went for it. Besides, "Alcohol" has been a stubborn bitch, so I'm glad to conquer it.
I'm not a Gackt fan, really - I like his voice but in my opinion he's one of the biggest assholes in the world - so I pretty much completely made him a character...not that it really matters, but I just wanted to put something in there for the Gackt fans who want to kill me for my version of him. Don't hate me, please.
And in case you didn't know, Kaoru is a non-gender specific name. My good girl friend's name is Kaoru, and she praises me constantly because I'm the only person she knows who can say it. Because of Kaoru :)
Anyway...enough rambling...
Enjoy!
P.S. That show where Gackt calls Yoshiki...yeah, if you've seen it, I stole it, because that was a personal joke between me and a Japanese friend for weeks. I'm a nerd XP
Yoshiki knew this was a bad idea. He knew he should have said no. He knew they should have stopped at the second glass. He should have known Gackt was going to bring this up. But it was real life, not a movie, and it happened anyway.
It all started when Gackt called him as he was leaving the airport and asked the infamous question,
"Ima doko?"
To which he responded,
"Ima Tokyo."
Which led to Gackt practically forcing him to come out to a club with him that night. Meaning, Gackt said something akin to "Oh, good!" (as if he didn't already know that) "I'll see you at *insert random club*!" and then hung up. Leaving Yoshiki with no other option than to go to his hotel, put his things down, change, grab a sandwich, and go down to the club while calling the person he was going to go out with the next morning to confirm that he was probably going to be a little late. Upon entering the club, one of Gackt's bodyguards led him straight to the VIP room Gackt was inhabiting for the night, and a waitress brought him a drink without him asking for one. It was neon green, matching the half-empty glass already in front of Gackt.
"Yoshiki!" Gackt beamed as he walked into the room, standing up. Then he sat with him, still smiling. That should have been the first indication that Gackt was only trying to seduce him. But Yoshiki was fucking tired and pissed as hell, so he was more focussed on getting through this so he could go back to his hotel and get some things organised instead of sleeping and maybe be at least close to on time for his meeting the following morning.
"You know I hate it when you do this," Yoshiki said, trying to ephasise that the phrase was meant good-naturedly. Gackt's smile didn't waver a centimetre as he curled his hands under his chin and stared back at him demurely.
"Oh, come now, it's not that bad. You need a break once in a while!" I also need sleep once in a while! is what Yoshiki thought, but kept the comment to himself, replacing it with a nod. Gackt reached out and nudged the drink closer.
"Try this. You'll like it, I promise." Yoshiki was suddenly reminded of the last time Gackt had promised something, and practically shuddered. "What's new with you, then?" he asked, taking his own drink in his hand and settling back in the chair. Which of course had to consist of draping his arm across the back of it in a way that made his half-open shirt open more. It had taken Yoshiki awhile to convince himself that Gackt wasn't attractive, even though he'd never had the slightest urge to do anything about it. He'd eventually settled on "not that attractive", and then "not as attractive as Kaoru". That seemed to work well. Yoshiki glanced down at the drink, trying not to make too sour of a face. Gackt brought his own glass to his lips, and closed his eyes as he took a drink, as if the stuff was absolutely divine. After a moment Yoshiki decided if he didn't do it Gackt wouldn't stop pestering him about it all night, and once he did he could say he wanted something else. So he quickly took a tentative sip, while Gackt watched with a practically evil glint in his eye. Yoshiki had been right; it was vile stuff, and he couldn't help the face he made. After swallowing, he coughed, and Gackt laughed aloud and waved the waitress back over. She brought over a bottle of red wine and a pair of glasses, and Gackt downed the rest of his drink, letting her take both the previous glasses with her.
"What?" Yoshiki asked as Gackt began to pour wine into his glass. He glanced up at him when he spoke, but focussed more on the task at hand. The show was over for the moment, and he could be himself now.
"I asked what's new," he repeated. Yoshiki settled back again and sighed.
"Everything, of course," he said after a moment, and taking the glass set it on the table. For no reason at all, he dipped his finger into the blood-red liquid, then brought the finger to his lips and flicked his tongue out, gathering the drop into his mouth. He then licked his lips with a much more satisfied look, and Gackt smiled at him.
"Better?"
"Much better." Gackt sat back and swirled his own wine, then took a slow drink.
"So, everything. Anything worth mentioning?" Yoshiki took a drink, then shook his head.
"Not yet. There are some things in the works, but nothing's settled yet." Gackt nodded a little and looked away as he took another slow drink. It was a long time before he spoke again, which should have been another indication of the imminent danger, but Yoshiki once again didn't notice the signs. They rambled for a long while, about nothing at all, and Gackt managed to keep him interested enough to practically continually refill his glass. They were nearly to the bottom of the bottle when something occurred to Yoshiki, making him think for a split second 'That crafty bastard!', but then the thought was gone, replaced with the realisation that he was going to be hung over if he didn't stop right now.
"Gakuto...Gakuto!" he managed, through small fits of laughter. "Stop it. You're going to make me drunk." He laughed again, and Gackt just smiled at him.
"Okay, okay," he said, and set his own glass down to lean forward on the table. "Alright, I told you about my recent love life. What about you, Yoshiki?" Yoshiki covered his mouth with a hand, stifling short, meaningless chuckles, and stared down at Gackt. The man had practically pressed himself against the table, and was smiling up at him happily, real interest in his eyes. Yoshiki managed to shake his head. When he spoke, it was in English.
"Uh-uh. We're not going there. You know I don't-" he chuckled softly "-kiss and tell." Gackt smiled more, and shook his head.
"I know that, I know that. But you've never told me things. I tell you things all the time!"
"I'm too old for love stories, Gackt," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "The only things I have are fleeting, now." Gackt rolled his eyes.
"And mine aren't? Come on, Yoshiki, you can tell me." He pouted a little, and Yoshiki started to laugh again. "Ple~ase?" Swallowing his laughter, Yoshiki shook his head again.
"You're in - mmn...impossible!" he insisted. Gackt fell onto the table, his cheek resting against it, looking up at Yoshiki still. It made Yoshiki smile again.
"You're the impossible one!"
"No, no I'm not! You can't say that to me, I'm older than you!" They both laughed this time.
"Come on, Yoshiki," Gackt resumed his pleading after a moment. "At least give me a name, hmm? It can't be that dangerous! There are tons of people in the world!" Yoshiki blinked for a moment, trying to analyse this proposition. He nodded.
"Okay, that's fair. But you can't tell anyone," he said, leaning down more to speak softer. Gackt sat up a little and nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining and his smile getting even goofier. Yoshiki chuckled, then quickly whispered "Kaoru," before sitting up instantly and smiling down at Gackt, half in manager-sama mode and half just plain drunk. Gackt smiled up at him for a moment before making a noise one would expect a kindergartener to give his best friend when he admitted he liked girls.
"Aah!! Such a pretty name, Yoshiki! What a lucky girl!" It was then that Yoshiki had yet another one of his many mistake-of-a-lifetime moments. He shook his head.
"Aho, Kaoru's a man." Gackt's smile faltered a little, and he blinked. Then, weightily, he said one word:
"Oh."
Without Yoshiki ever being aware of it, Gackt had heard about, become curious for confirmation of, and gained the biggest piece of blackmail the man would ever have. Gackt tired hard not to do a victory dance. For a moment, he felt guilty, partially for getting the man really drunk and partially for worming this out of him, but it passed in a flash when he realised what this meant. Miyavi owed him 5,000 yen, and he would have to lay Toshiya tonight.
"So..." he began, then winced as he almost shot himself in the foot. He paused, gathering his wits, and then began again. "This Kaoru, I suppose he seduced you?" Yoshiki's smile fell off his face as he became suddenly serious.
"No, that's the crazy thing! I mean, he's eight years younger than me, you'd think I'd be more intelligent by now!" Gackt did some quick math in his head. One step closer. "But no. I have to go and fall for this wonderful, stupid man who's never been with a man before." He stopped suddenly, stabbing the table with a finger. "I shouldn't have told you that."
"Eight years? My god, how did you meet?" Yoshiki scoffed.
"In a studio. Sort of. On the phone. No, well, they were good enough, you know, and then this kid walks in and I almost can't fucking speak because he's just standing there and then-"
"Whoah, whoah! Yoshiki, you're rambling!" Yoshiki made a slight hiccup, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Am I? I'm sorry." He paused, blinking. "I'm sorry, what was the question?" Gackt fought the urge to hit the man. Just admit it already!!
"I asked how you met. You said...in a studio?" Yoshiki nodded.
"Yes. He called me, see, and he was so nervous. They all were when they first came in. It took them awhile, but things went well. Then afterward I had to go and fuck things up by kissing him. But it was drunk, so it was nothing. But...it was something. I mean, what would you think if a supposedly straight man kissed you back? It was all so...serendipitous," he said, musing at the word. Gackt rolled his eyes. "No, don't do that. You have to be there, I guess. Something. Well, here a year later is this man who kissed you when he was drunk and now he's saying it wasn't because he was drunk. Would you believe him?" Gackt merely watched him, as he paused and looked down at the table. His expression changed dramatically, and for the first time Gackt began to think that this wasn't such a good idea. Yoshiki's voice had dropped when he spoke again. "I guess I did, though, didn't I?" He smiled sadly. "It's a good thing, though, right? I guess I have a thing for guitarists..." A small laugh trailed at the end of this sentence, and Gackt found himself plunging on, despite the growing uneasiness in his stomach.
"Guitarists?" he asked, softly. Yoshiki nodded a little, then looked up at him. His eyes hit Gackt like a brick, and he decided instantly and with no real explanation that he would never, ever tell anyone what he'd heard tonight.
"Except this time the band's called Dir en grey, which is a fucked up name, don't you think?" He was about to continue rambling, when the look in Gackt's eyes sobered him a little, and he realised what he'd just said. He knew he shouldn't have said it, he knew it was a bad idea to come down here in the first place, he should have known Gackt had questionable intentions, but at the moment he could really think only one thing:
"Oh shit."
XD I was struck with a stroke of genius (i.e. my Yoshiki muse hitting me REALLY hard with a drumstick and going "Stupid idiot!"). Expect good things in the near future :)