[Side-story] Untouchable
Title: Untouchable
Author: b_sim
Characters/Pairings: Hyde (Hideto), GACKT (Satoru)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Friendship
Summary: The first time Satoru sees Hideto fight as himself and not as the demon, he's terrified.
Notes: I'm killing two prompts with one fic! ♥
Prompt: from saurgristiel - First time Satoru is truly afraid of Hideto, from hyde_cest - First time Satoru sees Hideto fight.
Disclaimer: Do not own Hyde and GACKT.
The first time Satoru had ever seen Hideto fight was when he was thirteen. He had been terrified.
If asked what had happened, Satoru honestly couldn’t give an answer now. He could no longer remember what that other boy had done to him that had gotten Hideto so riled up. He believed it had something to do with him being worthless. Wait, that was right. That boy had called him worthless and a waste of good life. Satoru had never done anything to anyone but the bully in their village enjoyed tormenting him simply because he liked to watch him cry - some people were just pure evil. Said bully had never physically harmed Satoru but he insulted him, teased him, pulled his hair and made tears fall from his eyes.
“Don’t you ever touch him again!” Hideto yelled, kicking Yuji in the stomach again after he had witnessed, with his own eyes, Yuji tugging forcefully on Satoru’s hair. His eyes were crazed but it wasn’t the same as being out on the battlefield where the demon took over. No, this was purely him. This was completely just Takarai Hideto. This wasn’t the demon at all and it was this fact that made Satoru, on the ground a few steps away, shake and tremble violently - who was this person? This couldn’t be Hideto. His Hideto was sweet and loving and only became violent when the demon had hold of their body. But this wasn’t the demon either. So, who was this? “If you even look in his direction again, I’ll make you fucking regret it!”
Yuji couldn’t manage a reply, gasping for air and crying out in pain each time Hideto kicked him. So this was the Demon of Izu…
Satoru wanted him to stop, whoever this person. He wanted to run over and pull him away but fear had taken hold of him. He was too scared to even speak. Nothing would come out of his mouth and so he remained where he was, staring at the scene before him with wide eyes. His heart was beating rapidly and it seemed that he couldn’t form a coherent thought at all. He had never seen Hideto like this before and it scared and shocked him. This was something completely new. This was Hideto fighting as Hideto and not as the demon. Satoru had no idea what Hideto could do when this angry.What if the anger in Hideto’s eyes had gripped him so tightly that he had lost all sense of reason? Why if Hideto went after him next?
Hideto delivered one final swift kick to Yuji’s back before stopping, panting and glaring at him harshly. Something at the back of his mind had taken pleasure in beating up this boy, beating up the person who had been bothering Satoru for weeks, but Hideto ignored that faint buzz and, instead, turned to look back at Satoru to make sure he was okay. Instantly, his glare smoothed out into a concerned look.
“Are you okay, Sa-chan?”
Satoru stared at Hideto incredulously.
Where had the anger that Satoru had seen disappeared to? Where was the desire to destroy? How could the person he was staring at now, eyes full of care and voice full of gentleness, be the same person just moments ago who had been beating Yuji into the ground?
Satoru slowly nodded, mouthing the word, ‘yes’ because his voice seemed to have run away.
Hideto, who didn’t seem to sense the fear Satoru felt, smiled and then made his way over, kneeling down in front of the young teenager and smoothing his hair out. His touch was soft and completely gentle. How could this hand stroking his hair be the same one that had been punching Yuji’s face? But as Hideto continued petting him and saying softly that he wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt him, Satoru felt his fear melt away. What had he been afraid of in the first place? That Hideto would hurt him? It seemed like such a silly fear, suddenly. He had only known Hideto for two weeks but the thought that the older teenager would harm him seemed impossible.
“Thank you…” Satoru whispered softly, slowly raising his eyes to meet Hideto’s. He saw only fondness. There was no anger or insanity. There was no battle-crazed demon or furious Hideto.
It was then Satoru realised that, no matter how many different sides Hideto had - crazy, furious, irate, happy, sad - not a single one of those sides could hurt him.
Notes: One of the things I was trying to put emphasis on (and I think I failed) was that this is Hideto feeling the anger and not the demon. Which is why Satoru’s so scared because he’s never seen Hideto himself get this mad before.
P.S. Haido is referred to as 'the demon' here because both Satoru and Hideto have yet to find out about its name, at that point of time.
Author: b_sim
Characters/Pairings: Hyde (Hideto), GACKT (Satoru)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Friendship
Summary: The first time Satoru sees Hideto fight as himself and not as the demon, he's terrified.
Notes: I'm killing two prompts with one fic! ♥
Prompt: from saurgristiel - First time Satoru is truly afraid of Hideto, from hyde_cest - First time Satoru sees Hideto fight.
Disclaimer: Do not own Hyde and GACKT.
The first time Satoru had ever seen Hideto fight was when he was thirteen. He had been terrified.
If asked what had happened, Satoru honestly couldn’t give an answer now. He could no longer remember what that other boy had done to him that had gotten Hideto so riled up. He believed it had something to do with him being worthless. Wait, that was right. That boy had called him worthless and a waste of good life. Satoru had never done anything to anyone but the bully in their village enjoyed tormenting him simply because he liked to watch him cry - some people were just pure evil. Said bully had never physically harmed Satoru but he insulted him, teased him, pulled his hair and made tears fall from his eyes.
“Don’t you ever touch him again!” Hideto yelled, kicking Yuji in the stomach again after he had witnessed, with his own eyes, Yuji tugging forcefully on Satoru’s hair. His eyes were crazed but it wasn’t the same as being out on the battlefield where the demon took over. No, this was purely him. This was completely just Takarai Hideto. This wasn’t the demon at all and it was this fact that made Satoru, on the ground a few steps away, shake and tremble violently - who was this person? This couldn’t be Hideto. His Hideto was sweet and loving and only became violent when the demon had hold of their body. But this wasn’t the demon either. So, who was this? “If you even look in his direction again, I’ll make you fucking regret it!”
Yuji couldn’t manage a reply, gasping for air and crying out in pain each time Hideto kicked him. So this was the Demon of Izu…
Satoru wanted him to stop, whoever this person. He wanted to run over and pull him away but fear had taken hold of him. He was too scared to even speak. Nothing would come out of his mouth and so he remained where he was, staring at the scene before him with wide eyes. His heart was beating rapidly and it seemed that he couldn’t form a coherent thought at all. He had never seen Hideto like this before and it scared and shocked him. This was something completely new. This was Hideto fighting as Hideto and not as the demon. Satoru had no idea what Hideto could do when this angry.What if the anger in Hideto’s eyes had gripped him so tightly that he had lost all sense of reason? Why if Hideto went after him next?
Hideto delivered one final swift kick to Yuji’s back before stopping, panting and glaring at him harshly. Something at the back of his mind had taken pleasure in beating up this boy, beating up the person who had been bothering Satoru for weeks, but Hideto ignored that faint buzz and, instead, turned to look back at Satoru to make sure he was okay. Instantly, his glare smoothed out into a concerned look.
“Are you okay, Sa-chan?”
Satoru stared at Hideto incredulously.
Where had the anger that Satoru had seen disappeared to? Where was the desire to destroy? How could the person he was staring at now, eyes full of care and voice full of gentleness, be the same person just moments ago who had been beating Yuji into the ground?
Satoru slowly nodded, mouthing the word, ‘yes’ because his voice seemed to have run away.
Hideto, who didn’t seem to sense the fear Satoru felt, smiled and then made his way over, kneeling down in front of the young teenager and smoothing his hair out. His touch was soft and completely gentle. How could this hand stroking his hair be the same one that had been punching Yuji’s face? But as Hideto continued petting him and saying softly that he wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt him, Satoru felt his fear melt away. What had he been afraid of in the first place? That Hideto would hurt him? It seemed like such a silly fear, suddenly. He had only known Hideto for two weeks but the thought that the older teenager would harm him seemed impossible.
“Thank you…” Satoru whispered softly, slowly raising his eyes to meet Hideto’s. He saw only fondness. There was no anger or insanity. There was no battle-crazed demon or furious Hideto.
It was then Satoru realised that, no matter how many different sides Hideto had - crazy, furious, irate, happy, sad - not a single one of those sides could hurt him.
Notes: One of the things I was trying to put emphasis on (and I think I failed) was that this is Hideto feeling the anger and not the demon. Which is why Satoru’s so scared because he’s never seen Hideto himself get this mad before.
P.S. Haido is referred to as 'the demon' here because both Satoru and Hideto have yet to find out about its name, at that point of time.