Spoken Silence [Part 2], PG, Gackt/Hyde
Title: Spoken Silence
Author: riverofnara
Pairing: Gackt/Hyde
Rating: PG for now
Summary: 9.30 am. There goes most of my morning.
Warning: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own these two and the events in this series have not happened.
Author's Note: I didn't mean to take so long with this. Thank you to those who reviewed and to my wonderful beta larkir Enjoy and remember, feedback and constructive criticism is love. <3
Part 1 is under the cut. :)
[Part 1]
I wake the next day to find myself on top of Hyde’s bed. It takes me a few minutes to sift through the haze that blankets my mind but details of last night resurface: a typical business party, Hyde’s apartment, the melody that would not be solved.
I close my eyes, allowing myself a moment to just relax. Hyde isn’t in the room as far as I can tell but his scent - a warm scent with a touch of spice and vanilla - calms me and I exhale softly. When I open my eyes, Hyde is kneeling next to the bed, hands folded on top of the covers and his head resting on top of them. He grins when he catches my gaze. I blink. I didn’t even hear him come in.
He points to me then feigns sleeping with his cheek pressed to the top of his hand: You actually slept. His grin is wider now, teasing me. I scowl and grab the pillow next to me, throwing it at his smug face. He ducks smoothly and the pillow sails through pure air.
Propping myself on my elbows, I look around for a clock as Hyde appears again, settling down on the other side of the bed.
“What time is it?” I ask. My body is starting to wake up and my mind is getting sharper with every passing second. A glance to the window reveals that it’s still morning. Hyde taps my arm and I face him as he holds up his cell phone.
9:30 am. There goes most of my morning.
Beside me, Hyde rustles through the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a small notepad. He flips to a clean page, scribbles something then passes it to me.
If it makes you feel better, you fell asleep around 4.
“What about you? Did you sleep?” He nods.
“You didn’t have to give up your bed,” I say with a frown. His grin turns devious and he writes something on the notepad. My attention is diverted elsewhere when I hear the faint sounds of my ringtone. I move to get up but he shakes his head and stands up, motioning for me to sit down. He tosses the notepad to me as he departs and I catch it, looking down at the small piece of paper.
Who says I did?
I shake my head but I can feel the small smile on my lips and his teasing humor warms me amidst the cool air of his room.
“Devilish little imp,” I mutter, sitting up completely with a hand running through my hair. Hyde enters the room then, dangling my phone between two fingers.
“You-san,” he mouths. My brow furrows as I try to think why You would call so early.
It clicks in my brain right then and my heart plummets. I have a recording session in just a few short hours. My head drops into my hands, battling with my urge to curse my memory. How could I have forgotten?
Hyde must see my gloom because he's suddenly kneeling in front of me, tugging on my wrist to get my attention. I glance up and he frowns, concerned, tilting his head and asking me what's wrong. I don't answer him; I just beckon for my phone. He hesitates, emotion flickering in his chestnut eyes but then he sighs and places my phone in my open hand.
I glance at the screen to see that I have missed three calls from my best friend. I sigh and press send, cradling the phone between my ear and my shoulder. The dial tone shrilly rings then I hear the click of the phone.
“Hey,” I get out before You can greet me, “I apologize -”
“This better be an interesting story,” You cuts in, his amusement clear over the phone, “You never miss any calls.”
“Yes, well, I got caught up last night with a song and fell asleep,” I say. I hear Hyde shift and move away from me. A few seconds later, the door creaks but I barely take this in, too engrossed in this conversation.
"Ah, what is that saying, all work and no play makes Gackt a happy boy?" He's not mad - reading my friend's tone over the phone, I can tell he is just a little surprised. His teasing lets me know that he will not let this go anytime soon but it's reassuring at best.
His light mood causes my own to improve. I take a deep breath to clear my head and consider my situation. Our session isn't until noon. I have time to get ready, gather my plans for what I want done, and make it to the studio early to prepare.
“Oh, I don't care about that. I just wanted to make sure it's at noon, Ju-Ken wouldn't listen to me and kept saying it was later."
"It's noon," I confirm, finding nothing of mine in the room. I turn around though and Hyde is right there, holding my keys in one hand and my shoes in the other. In his eyes, I see his apology and guilt flutters in my stomach, knowing that my earlier mood didn't alleviate his concern. I shake my head at him, taking my things from his hands.
I pull the phone far enough away from my ear to whisper, “It’s not your fault.” Hyde gives me a dubious look but You’s calling my name and my attention turns back to the phone.
“Yes, sorry?”
“Is someone over there?” You asks, suspicious and suddenly quite curious.
“I’ll explain later,” I say smoothly, “I will see you later.” You sighs.
"Later, Gackt," he responds with fond exasperation. After I hang up, I turn to Hyde, who raises his hand and waves goodbye. I don't move though, a displeased frown on my lips. I haven’t exactly been the best guest this morning.
“I apologize that I have to leave so quickly,” I begin but Hyde dismisses me with a roll of his eyes, a shake of his head, and a nudge to the door. I open my mouth to add something but he nudges me again - he's not going to let me finish my apology. I sigh and hold up my shoes.
“Am I allowed to put these on at least?” I ask, failing to hold back the humor in my voice - Hyde has the uncanny ability to make the most troubled men forget their problems. A sheepish smile appears on his face and he backs off as I take a minute to slip my shoes on.
“Take care, yeah?” I look up in time to see him give me a mocking salute accompanied by his trademark smirk. Then, quick as lightening, his expression changes, eyes widening as if he just realized something. My heart skips, wondering if there's something I missed but before I can ask what's wrong, he's holding up a finger and tearing back down the hallway. He’s back before I even finish tucking my things into my pocket, writing on a sheet of paper along the way. He holds up the piece of paper in front of his face.
Thank you for your help last night. I really am sorry I kept you. Something warm curls within in me at his words, knowing that he is more worried than usual. Perhaps if he had actually listened to my apology, he would find that I do not blame him.
I push the paper down, wanting to see his face.
“I don’t regret it,” I assure him and it's the truth, “Let me know when you finish that song.” He nods then a gentle smile lights his face. I allow myself time to soak in this moment with him but my mind is telling me I have lingered long enough and my drive has defeated my personal desire to stay behind.
But Hyde understands that and is even encouraging it. I cannot express my gratitude for that blessing.
“I’ll talk to you later,” I say. He just lets out a little huff and practically pushes me to the door, mouthing, “Go!” I do not need much prompting after that - I have much to do before the session starts today.
Author: riverofnara
Pairing: Gackt/Hyde
Rating: PG for now
Summary: 9.30 am. There goes most of my morning.
Warning: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own these two and the events in this series have not happened.
Author's Note: I didn't mean to take so long with this. Thank you to those who reviewed and to my wonderful beta larkir Enjoy and remember, feedback and constructive criticism is love. <3
Part 1 is under the cut. :)
[Part 1]
I wake the next day to find myself on top of Hyde’s bed. It takes me a few minutes to sift through the haze that blankets my mind but details of last night resurface: a typical business party, Hyde’s apartment, the melody that would not be solved.
I close my eyes, allowing myself a moment to just relax. Hyde isn’t in the room as far as I can tell but his scent - a warm scent with a touch of spice and vanilla - calms me and I exhale softly. When I open my eyes, Hyde is kneeling next to the bed, hands folded on top of the covers and his head resting on top of them. He grins when he catches my gaze. I blink. I didn’t even hear him come in.
He points to me then feigns sleeping with his cheek pressed to the top of his hand: You actually slept. His grin is wider now, teasing me. I scowl and grab the pillow next to me, throwing it at his smug face. He ducks smoothly and the pillow sails through pure air.
Propping myself on my elbows, I look around for a clock as Hyde appears again, settling down on the other side of the bed.
“What time is it?” I ask. My body is starting to wake up and my mind is getting sharper with every passing second. A glance to the window reveals that it’s still morning. Hyde taps my arm and I face him as he holds up his cell phone.
9:30 am. There goes most of my morning.
Beside me, Hyde rustles through the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a small notepad. He flips to a clean page, scribbles something then passes it to me.
If it makes you feel better, you fell asleep around 4.
“What about you? Did you sleep?” He nods.
“You didn’t have to give up your bed,” I say with a frown. His grin turns devious and he writes something on the notepad. My attention is diverted elsewhere when I hear the faint sounds of my ringtone. I move to get up but he shakes his head and stands up, motioning for me to sit down. He tosses the notepad to me as he departs and I catch it, looking down at the small piece of paper.
Who says I did?
I shake my head but I can feel the small smile on my lips and his teasing humor warms me amidst the cool air of his room.
“Devilish little imp,” I mutter, sitting up completely with a hand running through my hair. Hyde enters the room then, dangling my phone between two fingers.
“You-san,” he mouths. My brow furrows as I try to think why You would call so early.
It clicks in my brain right then and my heart plummets. I have a recording session in just a few short hours. My head drops into my hands, battling with my urge to curse my memory. How could I have forgotten?
Hyde must see my gloom because he's suddenly kneeling in front of me, tugging on my wrist to get my attention. I glance up and he frowns, concerned, tilting his head and asking me what's wrong. I don't answer him; I just beckon for my phone. He hesitates, emotion flickering in his chestnut eyes but then he sighs and places my phone in my open hand.
I glance at the screen to see that I have missed three calls from my best friend. I sigh and press send, cradling the phone between my ear and my shoulder. The dial tone shrilly rings then I hear the click of the phone.
“Hey,” I get out before You can greet me, “I apologize -”
“This better be an interesting story,” You cuts in, his amusement clear over the phone, “You never miss any calls.”
“Yes, well, I got caught up last night with a song and fell asleep,” I say. I hear Hyde shift and move away from me. A few seconds later, the door creaks but I barely take this in, too engrossed in this conversation.
"Ah, what is that saying, all work and no play makes Gackt a happy boy?" He's not mad - reading my friend's tone over the phone, I can tell he is just a little surprised. His teasing lets me know that he will not let this go anytime soon but it's reassuring at best.
His light mood causes my own to improve. I take a deep breath to clear my head and consider my situation. Our session isn't until noon. I have time to get ready, gather my plans for what I want done, and make it to the studio early to prepare.
“Oh, I don't care about that. I just wanted to make sure it's at noon, Ju-Ken wouldn't listen to me and kept saying it was later."
"It's noon," I confirm, finding nothing of mine in the room. I turn around though and Hyde is right there, holding my keys in one hand and my shoes in the other. In his eyes, I see his apology and guilt flutters in my stomach, knowing that my earlier mood didn't alleviate his concern. I shake my head at him, taking my things from his hands.
I pull the phone far enough away from my ear to whisper, “It’s not your fault.” Hyde gives me a dubious look but You’s calling my name and my attention turns back to the phone.
“Yes, sorry?”
“Is someone over there?” You asks, suspicious and suddenly quite curious.
“I’ll explain later,” I say smoothly, “I will see you later.” You sighs.
"Later, Gackt," he responds with fond exasperation. After I hang up, I turn to Hyde, who raises his hand and waves goodbye. I don't move though, a displeased frown on my lips. I haven’t exactly been the best guest this morning.
“I apologize that I have to leave so quickly,” I begin but Hyde dismisses me with a roll of his eyes, a shake of his head, and a nudge to the door. I open my mouth to add something but he nudges me again - he's not going to let me finish my apology. I sigh and hold up my shoes.
“Am I allowed to put these on at least?” I ask, failing to hold back the humor in my voice - Hyde has the uncanny ability to make the most troubled men forget their problems. A sheepish smile appears on his face and he backs off as I take a minute to slip my shoes on.
“Take care, yeah?” I look up in time to see him give me a mocking salute accompanied by his trademark smirk. Then, quick as lightening, his expression changes, eyes widening as if he just realized something. My heart skips, wondering if there's something I missed but before I can ask what's wrong, he's holding up a finger and tearing back down the hallway. He’s back before I even finish tucking my things into my pocket, writing on a sheet of paper along the way. He holds up the piece of paper in front of his face.
Thank you for your help last night. I really am sorry I kept you. Something warm curls within in me at his words, knowing that he is more worried than usual. Perhaps if he had actually listened to my apology, he would find that I do not blame him.
I push the paper down, wanting to see his face.
“I don’t regret it,” I assure him and it's the truth, “Let me know when you finish that song.” He nods then a gentle smile lights his face. I allow myself time to soak in this moment with him but my mind is telling me I have lingered long enough and my drive has defeated my personal desire to stay behind.
But Hyde understands that and is even encouraging it. I cannot express my gratitude for that blessing.
“I’ll talk to you later,” I say. He just lets out a little huff and practically pushes me to the door, mouthing, “Go!” I do not need much prompting after that - I have much to do before the session starts today.