[Fic - gacktjob-fics 2013 summer challenge] A True Friend
Title: A True Friend
Author: saurgristiel
Rating: PG - PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Gackt, You (could be a pair, or just weirdly close)
Genre: friendship, general
Disclaimer: Do I really need to say I don’t own these guys?
Warnings: Implied nudity
Words: 1,322
Summary: Birthdays come and go but some things never change.
Notes: Yeah, I write dreams in 3rd person…
[Weekly Challenge: 1st Prompt:] Prompt: Birthdays Past and Present; Characters: GacktJob past and/or present; Genre: Author's choice; Rating: Author's choice; Length: Oneshot (minimum 1000 words); Details: Gackt is turning forty this year! Write a story split between two scenes- Gackt's birthday now and a birthday from the past! What's different and what has stayed the same? Who (if anyone) is there to help him celebrate?
Deadline: Must be posted by 12pm, July 7 (EST)
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Gackt hung his keys on their hook and closed the door. He was glad to be home. After the longer-than-normal concert and the longer-than-normal post-show dinner, the usual wired feeling had left him and he actually was tired.
He grabbed a seat and brought a leg up to unzip his boot. He closed his eyes, just for a second… Snapping them open when he felt himself start to fall forward. His bare foot landed on the cool floor, giving him the small boost of energy he needed to take his other boot off. He set them on the floor and shuffled into his fuzzy dog-paw slippers, heading for the kitchen.
He was about to turn the light on when he saw a single candle burning on an 8 inch, 3-layer cake. He smiled.
“Okay, you can come out.” But no one jumped out of anywhere. He started to think that the cake might not be real as he headed for the fridge to get a bottle of Volvic.
When he opened the fridge, he felt hands around his waist and a chin on his shoulder. “Happy Birthday,” You whispered by his ear.
“You were going to let me think that cake was a ghost, weren’t you?”
He felt You laugh behind him. “Would you have tried to eat it anyway?”
“Maybe…” Gackt pouted. “You would have.” He reached in and got a bottle, You still stuck to him.
Gackt squinted as the kitchen lights came on and a cheer of ‘Happy Birthday’ rang out. He turned to see his sister’s family all decked out in birthday gear.
Though it was well past midnight, they all stayed up and had some of the lovely strawberry cake. Every year, You convinced him that the cake counted as a fruit, and every year he ate more than he should have.
Around 2, his sister corralled her kids to bed and left the two friends alone.
“Do you need a bath?” You asked.
“That would actually be great.”
“I’ll go start it.” You got clothing and towels ready as the tub filled. Gackt checked his messages and put things away for the night, double checking that everything was off and locked before heading to the bathroom.
He joined You in the tub. That man always knew the perfect water temperature for Gackt’s needs. This one soothed his tired muscles and calmed him down.
Actually, it was so soothing and calming that You noticed his head tip forward. He moved to Gackt’s side to keep his best friend from drowning.
“This is almost a new one,” You commented. He stroked Gackt’s hair back and rubbed muscles he knew would be sore.
Gackt smiled as he dreamed.
~*~
You stood outside Gackt’s apartment in Tokyo. It was a nice building, in a nice area, certainly a step up from Kyoto, but not something a super-rich person would buy.
Gackt had given him the keys and codes to get in, but You wanted to surprise him. He knocked, hoping Gackt would be home. They’d agreed to meet, but his friend wasn’t always the most reliable. Even if he wrote it down, there was still a good chance he’d forget. Especially since joining Malice Mizer.
He rang the doorbell this time and waited another minute. Still no answer. You sighed and slipped the keys in, locking the door behind him. Slipping off his shoes, he looked up and saw why the door hadn’t been answered.
Gackt was fast asleep on top of music sheets on top of his keyboard. You smiled sadly, taking his plastic bags to his kitchen, which was also a small disaster area, like the living room covered in music sheets. He cleaned up a bit, still with his backpack on, so he’d have somewhere to put his plastic bags. It looked like Gackt had been living off of coffee and delivery food again. You wondered is his best friend could survive without him anymore. Always needing a keeper.
The floor squeaked and You turned around. Gackt was standing there, with a crowbar in his hand, ready to attack the intruder. He lowered it when You burst out laughing.
“What are you laughing at, You?” Gackt set the crowbar on the counter, thoroughly confused.
You vaguely motioned to his face as he tried to catch his breath.
Gackt looked in the microwave door to see dark marks on the side of his face. He wiped at it and was greeted with cold slime. He’d drooled on his music sheets, lifting and smearing the ink.
“Why don’t you go clean up? I brought real food…” You patted him on the shoulder, still sounding amused.
Gackt nodded and headed for the bathroom. You continued cleaning and heard the shower running. Once the shower had quit, he microwaved the food he’d brought.
He started to bring food and tableware out to the living room and found Gackt collecting up his music sheets. “Anything good?”
“I can’t really tell… I thought you weren’t supposed to be here yet?”
“Gaku, what day is it?”
He looked at the calendar on his wall. “Uh… T~uesday?”
He’s been in one of his manic phases again… “It’s Friday, Gaku. And…” You led.
Gackt thought and looked at the calendar, finding the actual date. July 4th. “Oh, right…”
You patted him on the head and went back to the kitchen. He returned with the rest of the food and drinks. Beer for himself, fruit drink for Gackt. There was no way Gackt would either want, or be allowed, to drink beer right now.
They ate and talked, Gackt seeming to inhale more than half of the food. When they finished, You took everything to the kitchen, turning the light out on his way.
“Hey.”
“You sit tight. I’ll be right back” He was gone for a couple of minutes, but when he came back, he was illuminated by a single candle in an 8 inch strawberry covered cake.
“That’s a lot of cake, You…”
“Shut up… There’s more berries than cake, so it’s a fruit, not just empty sugar.” You smiled as Gackt rolled his eyes.
He blew out the candles and when You turned the lights back on, he could see he was telling the truth. This cake might be confused as a pie by some people there were so many berries.
After the delicious cake, You took the dishes into the kitchen, poking his head back in to see Gackt stretched out on his couch. He washed all their dishes and then took a look around Gackt’s apartment.
He brought a blanket back with him and covered his sleeping friend, managing to slide in behind him on the couch. The air conditioning was on, everything was locked up and turned off. You’s full stomach put him right to sleep.
~*~
Gackt hummed and opened his eyes, slowly remembering where he was.
“Hey…” You said.
“Hey…”
“I think you’re clean now.”
“Yeah…” Gackt moved out of You’s arms and slowly stood, climbing out of the tub and drying off. He pulled some shorts on and left for the bedroom, knowing You would clean up. Sometimes he wondered if You felt like he was being taken advantage of, taking care of Gackt so often. The thought usually didn’t stay long, but it seemed to be coming to his mind more often. They’d spent more than half of their lives together. Gackt didn’t know what he would do if You was no longer there.
He laid down on his favorite spot on his bed, not noticing You had joined him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Thank You.”
“Of course.” You snuggled up behind him.
Gackt’s eyes popped open. “How did you make it here before me?”
You chuckled, “You fell asleep in your car. Chris turned it off and closed the garage.”
“Ah… You?”
“Hmmm?”
“Never change.”
“You too, Maou-sama.*”
Gackt laughed at the nickname. “Yes, sir.”
~~~~~
* Satan-sama, demon/devil king. Gackt’s nickname and what the band called him when they didn’t want to/couldn’t write “Gackt” online.
Author: saurgristiel
Rating: PG - PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Gackt, You (could be a pair, or just weirdly close)
Genre: friendship, general
Disclaimer: Do I really need to say I don’t own these guys?
Warnings: Implied nudity
Words: 1,322
Summary: Birthdays come and go but some things never change.
Notes: Yeah, I write dreams in 3rd person…
[Weekly Challenge: 1st Prompt:] Prompt: Birthdays Past and Present; Characters: GacktJob past and/or present; Genre: Author's choice; Rating: Author's choice; Length: Oneshot (minimum 1000 words); Details: Gackt is turning forty this year! Write a story split between two scenes- Gackt's birthday now and a birthday from the past! What's different and what has stayed the same? Who (if anyone) is there to help him celebrate?
Deadline: Must be posted by 12pm, July 7 (EST)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gackt hung his keys on their hook and closed the door. He was glad to be home. After the longer-than-normal concert and the longer-than-normal post-show dinner, the usual wired feeling had left him and he actually was tired.
He grabbed a seat and brought a leg up to unzip his boot. He closed his eyes, just for a second… Snapping them open when he felt himself start to fall forward. His bare foot landed on the cool floor, giving him the small boost of energy he needed to take his other boot off. He set them on the floor and shuffled into his fuzzy dog-paw slippers, heading for the kitchen.
He was about to turn the light on when he saw a single candle burning on an 8 inch, 3-layer cake. He smiled.
“Okay, you can come out.” But no one jumped out of anywhere. He started to think that the cake might not be real as he headed for the fridge to get a bottle of Volvic.
When he opened the fridge, he felt hands around his waist and a chin on his shoulder. “Happy Birthday,” You whispered by his ear.
“You were going to let me think that cake was a ghost, weren’t you?”
He felt You laugh behind him. “Would you have tried to eat it anyway?”
“Maybe…” Gackt pouted. “You would have.” He reached in and got a bottle, You still stuck to him.
Gackt squinted as the kitchen lights came on and a cheer of ‘Happy Birthday’ rang out. He turned to see his sister’s family all decked out in birthday gear.
Though it was well past midnight, they all stayed up and had some of the lovely strawberry cake. Every year, You convinced him that the cake counted as a fruit, and every year he ate more than he should have.
Around 2, his sister corralled her kids to bed and left the two friends alone.
“Do you need a bath?” You asked.
“That would actually be great.”
“I’ll go start it.” You got clothing and towels ready as the tub filled. Gackt checked his messages and put things away for the night, double checking that everything was off and locked before heading to the bathroom.
He joined You in the tub. That man always knew the perfect water temperature for Gackt’s needs. This one soothed his tired muscles and calmed him down.
Actually, it was so soothing and calming that You noticed his head tip forward. He moved to Gackt’s side to keep his best friend from drowning.
“This is almost a new one,” You commented. He stroked Gackt’s hair back and rubbed muscles he knew would be sore.
Gackt smiled as he dreamed.
~*~
You stood outside Gackt’s apartment in Tokyo. It was a nice building, in a nice area, certainly a step up from Kyoto, but not something a super-rich person would buy.
Gackt had given him the keys and codes to get in, but You wanted to surprise him. He knocked, hoping Gackt would be home. They’d agreed to meet, but his friend wasn’t always the most reliable. Even if he wrote it down, there was still a good chance he’d forget. Especially since joining Malice Mizer.
He rang the doorbell this time and waited another minute. Still no answer. You sighed and slipped the keys in, locking the door behind him. Slipping off his shoes, he looked up and saw why the door hadn’t been answered.
Gackt was fast asleep on top of music sheets on top of his keyboard. You smiled sadly, taking his plastic bags to his kitchen, which was also a small disaster area, like the living room covered in music sheets. He cleaned up a bit, still with his backpack on, so he’d have somewhere to put his plastic bags. It looked like Gackt had been living off of coffee and delivery food again. You wondered is his best friend could survive without him anymore. Always needing a keeper.
The floor squeaked and You turned around. Gackt was standing there, with a crowbar in his hand, ready to attack the intruder. He lowered it when You burst out laughing.
“What are you laughing at, You?” Gackt set the crowbar on the counter, thoroughly confused.
You vaguely motioned to his face as he tried to catch his breath.
Gackt looked in the microwave door to see dark marks on the side of his face. He wiped at it and was greeted with cold slime. He’d drooled on his music sheets, lifting and smearing the ink.
“Why don’t you go clean up? I brought real food…” You patted him on the shoulder, still sounding amused.
Gackt nodded and headed for the bathroom. You continued cleaning and heard the shower running. Once the shower had quit, he microwaved the food he’d brought.
He started to bring food and tableware out to the living room and found Gackt collecting up his music sheets. “Anything good?”
“I can’t really tell… I thought you weren’t supposed to be here yet?”
“Gaku, what day is it?”
He looked at the calendar on his wall. “Uh… T~uesday?”
He’s been in one of his manic phases again… “It’s Friday, Gaku. And…” You led.
Gackt thought and looked at the calendar, finding the actual date. July 4th. “Oh, right…”
You patted him on the head and went back to the kitchen. He returned with the rest of the food and drinks. Beer for himself, fruit drink for Gackt. There was no way Gackt would either want, or be allowed, to drink beer right now.
They ate and talked, Gackt seeming to inhale more than half of the food. When they finished, You took everything to the kitchen, turning the light out on his way.
“Hey.”
“You sit tight. I’ll be right back” He was gone for a couple of minutes, but when he came back, he was illuminated by a single candle in an 8 inch strawberry covered cake.
“That’s a lot of cake, You…”
“Shut up… There’s more berries than cake, so it’s a fruit, not just empty sugar.” You smiled as Gackt rolled his eyes.
He blew out the candles and when You turned the lights back on, he could see he was telling the truth. This cake might be confused as a pie by some people there were so many berries.
After the delicious cake, You took the dishes into the kitchen, poking his head back in to see Gackt stretched out on his couch. He washed all their dishes and then took a look around Gackt’s apartment.
He brought a blanket back with him and covered his sleeping friend, managing to slide in behind him on the couch. The air conditioning was on, everything was locked up and turned off. You’s full stomach put him right to sleep.
~*~
Gackt hummed and opened his eyes, slowly remembering where he was.
“Hey…” You said.
“Hey…”
“I think you’re clean now.”
“Yeah…” Gackt moved out of You’s arms and slowly stood, climbing out of the tub and drying off. He pulled some shorts on and left for the bedroom, knowing You would clean up. Sometimes he wondered if You felt like he was being taken advantage of, taking care of Gackt so often. The thought usually didn’t stay long, but it seemed to be coming to his mind more often. They’d spent more than half of their lives together. Gackt didn’t know what he would do if You was no longer there.
He laid down on his favorite spot on his bed, not noticing You had joined him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Thank You.”
“Of course.” You snuggled up behind him.
Gackt’s eyes popped open. “How did you make it here before me?”
You chuckled, “You fell asleep in your car. Chris turned it off and closed the garage.”
“Ah… You?”
“Hmmm?”
“Never change.”
“You too, Maou-sama.*”
Gackt laughed at the nickname. “Yes, sir.”
~~~~~
* Satan-sama, demon/devil king. Gackt’s nickname and what the band called him when they didn’t want to/couldn’t write “Gackt” online.