[FIC] Scattered Feathers-Chap 2
Name: Scattered Feathers
Pairing: HYDE/ GACKT it will be HYDE/Gackt/Miyavi soon so bare with me.
Previous Chapters: Chap 1
Scattered Feathers
Chapter 2
The door bell was getting annoying. Who ever wanted to see him, really and I mean really wanted to see him. It was getting ridiculous.
Didn’t they get the hint that he didn’t want to be bothered 10 minutes ago?
Another annoying Ding Dong vibrated through out the house reminding him, that yep they were still there and that he needed to demolish or at least turn the stupid door bell off on days like today.
After managing to shuffle out of his warm cocoon of a bed and pulled a shirt from the floor on, he headed toward the door trying to avoid hitting the furniture as he waddled on his wobbly legs.
By the time he crossed the hallway, from his bedroom to the living room, he was getting peeved, by the time he crossed the living room and the black leather sofa of death to reach the damned door he was livid.
Who the fucking hell did they think they were? He was running a fever, he was alone and he was not and repeat NOT in the mood for company.
Yanking the door open with full force, glare to freeze hell in place he faced the little fly that would not let him be.
“WHAT!” He yelled at first then he started to think the fever was getting to him or he was going crazy. Either possibility was high on the chart at the moment.
“Hyde?” Well the voice was smooth as ever, yep this definitely was not real. The fever was screwing with him.
“Yes” Still he felt compelled to answer the voice.
“You look flushed, are you ok?” the voice sounded so genuinely concerned, he now knew he was seriously hallucinating.
Shaking his head slightly he leaned against the door frame.
“What do you want Gackt?” No malice in his voice, he was too tired for an argument. Too tired of chasing after said person, too tired of being the only one to do so, he was just exhausted.
So why was it that when he had just given up, thrown down the deck, here he was, in all his glory at his door step, ON his sick day?
“I came to see how you were doing,” his reply sounded sad and he reached toward Hydes face, which Hyde promptly smacked his hand away.
A fraction of a surprised look reached his face but as soon as it had arrived it was gone, left with only Gackt. The unfazed 500 something year old vampire as he so fondly told the world.
“Yes well, I’m fine, anything else?” Hyde tried to play it off like the tension and unspoken animosity was not there, but really in all reality by no he didn’t give a fuck. He was not a toy, he was not one of Gackts pretty little boys in a band, he was HYDE god damn it and it was about time Gackt got to know.
The quiet loomed still after he uttered those words and Gackt, Gackt just kept looking at him, his gaze never faltering and it was becoming unnerving and very uncomfortable for him.
“OK, Well then thanks for dropping by, I guess” he added the last part as an after thought. “But if you don’t mind I need to get back inside my show is on. Kurosaki just found out his high school friend is actually an Akasagi.” He rambled, trying to find an excuse to slam the door on the piercing stare.
Once the door had closed he fell limp against it, and slowly slid down, his legs having lost all strength.
It was quiet again, same unnerving uncomfortable quiet, and for a fact he knew Gackt was still on the other side, waiting.
The ticking minutes vibrated in his pounding head, they were extremely loud he couldn’t even think straight, and then he heard it, the small tip-tap of expensive black leather shoes walking away from the door, from him, steadily the sound growing fainter and fainter, till he heard it no more.
Taking a deep breath he tried to lift himself up of the floor, he couldn’t seem to do it, he had no will.
His arms and legs had turned to jelly, and for some strange reason he couldn’t fathom, there was rain drops falling down his face.
Slowly rolling down his cheek, one after another, a seemingly never ending cycle of heart aches.
TBC
OK Well its pretty short but honestly it was longer but when I rewrote it on here I realized that the parts that I took off from chapter 2 would go better in Chapter 3, So this is gonna be it for now and plz tell me if ya like it.^^
Pairing: HYDE/ GACKT it will be HYDE/Gackt/Miyavi soon so bare with me.
Previous Chapters: Chap 1
Scattered Feathers
Chapter 2
The door bell was getting annoying. Who ever wanted to see him, really and I mean really wanted to see him. It was getting ridiculous.
Didn’t they get the hint that he didn’t want to be bothered 10 minutes ago?
Another annoying Ding Dong vibrated through out the house reminding him, that yep they were still there and that he needed to demolish or at least turn the stupid door bell off on days like today.
After managing to shuffle out of his warm cocoon of a bed and pulled a shirt from the floor on, he headed toward the door trying to avoid hitting the furniture as he waddled on his wobbly legs.
By the time he crossed the hallway, from his bedroom to the living room, he was getting peeved, by the time he crossed the living room and the black leather sofa of death to reach the damned door he was livid.
Who the fucking hell did they think they were? He was running a fever, he was alone and he was not and repeat NOT in the mood for company.
Yanking the door open with full force, glare to freeze hell in place he faced the little fly that would not let him be.
“WHAT!” He yelled at first then he started to think the fever was getting to him or he was going crazy. Either possibility was high on the chart at the moment.
“Hyde?” Well the voice was smooth as ever, yep this definitely was not real. The fever was screwing with him.
“Yes” Still he felt compelled to answer the voice.
“You look flushed, are you ok?” the voice sounded so genuinely concerned, he now knew he was seriously hallucinating.
Shaking his head slightly he leaned against the door frame.
“What do you want Gackt?” No malice in his voice, he was too tired for an argument. Too tired of chasing after said person, too tired of being the only one to do so, he was just exhausted.
So why was it that when he had just given up, thrown down the deck, here he was, in all his glory at his door step, ON his sick day?
“I came to see how you were doing,” his reply sounded sad and he reached toward Hydes face, which Hyde promptly smacked his hand away.
A fraction of a surprised look reached his face but as soon as it had arrived it was gone, left with only Gackt. The unfazed 500 something year old vampire as he so fondly told the world.
“Yes well, I’m fine, anything else?” Hyde tried to play it off like the tension and unspoken animosity was not there, but really in all reality by no he didn’t give a fuck. He was not a toy, he was not one of Gackts pretty little boys in a band, he was HYDE god damn it and it was about time Gackt got to know.
The quiet loomed still after he uttered those words and Gackt, Gackt just kept looking at him, his gaze never faltering and it was becoming unnerving and very uncomfortable for him.
“OK, Well then thanks for dropping by, I guess” he added the last part as an after thought. “But if you don’t mind I need to get back inside my show is on. Kurosaki just found out his high school friend is actually an Akasagi.” He rambled, trying to find an excuse to slam the door on the piercing stare.
Once the door had closed he fell limp against it, and slowly slid down, his legs having lost all strength.
It was quiet again, same unnerving uncomfortable quiet, and for a fact he knew Gackt was still on the other side, waiting.
The ticking minutes vibrated in his pounding head, they were extremely loud he couldn’t even think straight, and then he heard it, the small tip-tap of expensive black leather shoes walking away from the door, from him, steadily the sound growing fainter and fainter, till he heard it no more.
Taking a deep breath he tried to lift himself up of the floor, he couldn’t seem to do it, he had no will.
His arms and legs had turned to jelly, and for some strange reason he couldn’t fathom, there was rain drops falling down his face.
Slowly rolling down his cheek, one after another, a seemingly never ending cycle of heart aches.
TBC
OK Well its pretty short but honestly it was longer but when I rewrote it on here I realized that the parts that I took off from chapter 2 would go better in Chapter 3, So this is gonna be it for now and plz tell me if ya like it.^^