One True Love
Title: One True Love
Genre: drama; supernatural
Pairing: none really
Rating: g
Summary: Gackt doesn’t realize just what he has until it’s too late
warning: character death
One True Love
Gackt was sweating and panting hard, his hands balled into tight fists, blood seeping from his knuckles. His eyes almost flamed with anger. They’d fired him, fired him! He was their voice, and they’d fired him! He turned slowly around, surveying the room he’d just trashed. What a mess! However, all the things he distinctly remembered sweeping from the top of his desk in the first fit of rage were now sitting neatly back in place; the chair he’d thrown into the wall, leaving a rather large dent, was now upright behind it, and a small, dark man sat calmly, hands folded in his lap. “Are you done now?”
“Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?”
The man smiled in amusement. “Who, indeed. If you’re finished, I’d like to talk to you. Care to go out for a drink?”
Gackt surveyed the damage once again. “Sure, why not. I’ve got plenty of time to clean up later.”
“Good.” The man stood up, smoothed back his hair and straightened his tie. “Let’s go. My treat.”
He ushered Gackt out of the apartment, and with a wave of his hand as they went out the door, the room straightened itself, smoothing out the dents in the walls from Gackt’s fists and various thrown objects.
~~~~~~~
“So let me get this straight. You say you’re the devil. And that you can guarantee that everything I hope for in my career can be mine. And all I need to give you is my soul.”
The man sat across the table smiling smugly. “Oh, no, not your soul, Camui. The soul of your one true love.”
“And if I never find my one true love?”
“Oh, Camui, please. You should have more faith in yourself.”
Gackt stared into his drink. It was tempting, awfully tempting. To succeed beyond his wildest dreams and be able to rub Mana’s face in it... But to endanger an innocent soul, one so very dear to him... But then, all he had to do was never to allow himself to fall in love, right? He downed his drink. “Deal.”
“Good,” the small man smiled, “good. Let’s drink on it,” and refilled both their glasses.
The next morning Gackt woke with a tremendous hangover. He wasn’t sure he hadn’t dreamed the whole thing, but where else had this hangover come from? He grabbed a bottle of Pocari Sweat from the refrigerator and sipped at it tentatively, not sure whether his stomach would rebel. As the drink began to work its magic a plan began to form in his head. He reached for his phone and called You.
You pulled the ringing phone from his pocket. “Hello? Gacchan, what’s up?” He looked around to see if his boss was nearby. “I can’t really talk now, I’m at work.”
“Fuck the job, Youkun. I need you; I’m starting a band.”
~~~~~~~
The first few years were uncertain, but You gave him strength, and then his career really began to surge. Everything he’d ever dreamed of and more began to fall into place. The band had changed over time, but You, the one constant in his life, had stayed by his side, and he was grateful.
He stood at the window in his office looking down on the streets of Tokyo.
You walked in. “Are you done, Gacchan? Ryoko just arrived.”
Gackt turned just as Ryoko walked in. He smiled. Except for spending a relaxing evening with his best friend, there was nothing he liked more than a quiet dinner with a beautiful woman. “Shall we go?”
You watched them leave together, a small, sad smile on his face.
Chacha poked his head in the door. “On your own again, huh? Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
~~~~~~~
Seven years later~
Gackt entered the dark studio and walked down the hall toward his office. It was still early, the sun hadn’t even come up yet, but he wanted to drop off his stuff before he headed down to the gym. He opened the door to his office and was surprised to find the lamp on his desk glowing softly. Maybe the cleaning crew had left it on; he’d have to speak to them.
His chair swiveled slowly around from facing the window to facing the singer. Gackt started. A small, dark-haired man with sharp features smiled up at him, his dark eyes glowing dimly in the lamplight. “Hello, Camui. You’re early today.”
Gackt glared at the man. “Why are you here so early if you weren’t expecting me? Why are you here anyway?”
“I just wanted to see how you were. You certainly have been busy. I told you you could accomplish anything you set your mind to. Have you any unfulfilled dreams left?”
“You should know. You know everything else.”
“It’s my job to know everything.” The man continued to smile, but the smile only sent chills down Gackt’s spine. “Just checking in to remind you of our agreement.” He stood up and walked around the desk toward the singer. “I’ll let you get on with your work,” he said as he passed by on his way to the door.
Gackt watched him warily. “You’re going to have to wait a bit longer, I’m afraid,” he said with a self-satisfied smirk of his own. “I’ve still got some things to finish.”
“Oh, I can wait a bit longer,” the other retorted. “But you’re closer to paying off your debt than you realize. Although she is a very lovely woman.” He raised his hand in a parting wave as he closed the door behind him.
Gackt stared at the closed door for a long time. Was he getting in too deep? He’d been trying to keep things casual. Oh well, he’d just have to break things off. He picked up the phone and called Ayumi to meet him for dinner.
~~~~~~~
You stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. Just before the doors closed a small, impeccably dressed man with dark features stepped in. They rode up to You’s floor.
The two stepped out and walked down the hall to You’s apartment. You was pale and trembling as he fumbled with the lock on his door.
“Let me,” the man smiled. He touched the knob and the door swung open gently.
As they walked into the apartment You turned on a lamp and made his way to the kitchen, his throat suddenly dry. He returned to the living room with a bottle of water and sat down across from the man. “Are you sure this isn’t a joke, one of Gackt’s Halloween pranks?”
“I assure you, You-san, I do not joke about such things.”
“Does he know?”
“I do not believe he is aware. Yet.”
You sat in silence for several minutes. He stared down at his hands, now surprisingly steady, wrapped around the bottle. “You will do one thing for me,” he said in a soft voice.
“You are hardly in a position to bargain, You.”
“You will do one thing for me,” he repeated. “You will make sure he knows that he was my world and that I do this willingly.”
The man sighed and nodded at the anguished young man. “As you wish, You-san.”
“Will it hurt?”
“I’d be lying if I said no.”
“Okay...okay.”
Gackt sat back on the couch, drink in hand. He gazed about him. He’d done it; everything he’d ever wished for, every dream had come true- except one, but that could be overlooked. He picked up his laptop and logged on to catch up on updating his blog for his fans. Soon fatigue set in and his head drooped; he fell asleep mid-sentence. He was restless, uneasy; his dreams were dark, swirling with shadow and light, images seen but not seen, indistinct sounds like murmuring voices from another room. A scream in the night. He shot bolt upright, dropping his laptop onto the floor.
That voice. He knew that voice as well as he knew his own. He scrambled up and raced for the door. He was at You’s apartment in a matter of minutes. He banged on the door. After receiving no answer he let himself in with his key.
The the living room was empty. The air was acrid with the smell of sulfur. As he walked from the living room toward the bedroom the smell became almost unbearable. He opened the bedroom door and was almost overwhelmed by the fumes. The room was empty save for a large smoldering pile of ash in the middle of the floor.
~~~~~~~
fin
Genre: drama; supernatural
Pairing: none really
Rating: g
Summary: Gackt doesn’t realize just what he has until it’s too late
warning: character death
One True Love
Gackt was sweating and panting hard, his hands balled into tight fists, blood seeping from his knuckles. His eyes almost flamed with anger. They’d fired him, fired him! He was their voice, and they’d fired him! He turned slowly around, surveying the room he’d just trashed. What a mess! However, all the things he distinctly remembered sweeping from the top of his desk in the first fit of rage were now sitting neatly back in place; the chair he’d thrown into the wall, leaving a rather large dent, was now upright behind it, and a small, dark man sat calmly, hands folded in his lap. “Are you done now?”
“Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?”
The man smiled in amusement. “Who, indeed. If you’re finished, I’d like to talk to you. Care to go out for a drink?”
Gackt surveyed the damage once again. “Sure, why not. I’ve got plenty of time to clean up later.”
“Good.” The man stood up, smoothed back his hair and straightened his tie. “Let’s go. My treat.”
He ushered Gackt out of the apartment, and with a wave of his hand as they went out the door, the room straightened itself, smoothing out the dents in the walls from Gackt’s fists and various thrown objects.
~~~~~~~
“So let me get this straight. You say you’re the devil. And that you can guarantee that everything I hope for in my career can be mine. And all I need to give you is my soul.”
The man sat across the table smiling smugly. “Oh, no, not your soul, Camui. The soul of your one true love.”
“And if I never find my one true love?”
“Oh, Camui, please. You should have more faith in yourself.”
Gackt stared into his drink. It was tempting, awfully tempting. To succeed beyond his wildest dreams and be able to rub Mana’s face in it... But to endanger an innocent soul, one so very dear to him... But then, all he had to do was never to allow himself to fall in love, right? He downed his drink. “Deal.”
“Good,” the small man smiled, “good. Let’s drink on it,” and refilled both their glasses.
The next morning Gackt woke with a tremendous hangover. He wasn’t sure he hadn’t dreamed the whole thing, but where else had this hangover come from? He grabbed a bottle of Pocari Sweat from the refrigerator and sipped at it tentatively, not sure whether his stomach would rebel. As the drink began to work its magic a plan began to form in his head. He reached for his phone and called You.
You pulled the ringing phone from his pocket. “Hello? Gacchan, what’s up?” He looked around to see if his boss was nearby. “I can’t really talk now, I’m at work.”
“Fuck the job, Youkun. I need you; I’m starting a band.”
~~~~~~~
The first few years were uncertain, but You gave him strength, and then his career really began to surge. Everything he’d ever dreamed of and more began to fall into place. The band had changed over time, but You, the one constant in his life, had stayed by his side, and he was grateful.
He stood at the window in his office looking down on the streets of Tokyo.
You walked in. “Are you done, Gacchan? Ryoko just arrived.”
Gackt turned just as Ryoko walked in. He smiled. Except for spending a relaxing evening with his best friend, there was nothing he liked more than a quiet dinner with a beautiful woman. “Shall we go?”
You watched them leave together, a small, sad smile on his face.
Chacha poked his head in the door. “On your own again, huh? Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
~~~~~~~
Seven years later~
Gackt entered the dark studio and walked down the hall toward his office. It was still early, the sun hadn’t even come up yet, but he wanted to drop off his stuff before he headed down to the gym. He opened the door to his office and was surprised to find the lamp on his desk glowing softly. Maybe the cleaning crew had left it on; he’d have to speak to them.
His chair swiveled slowly around from facing the window to facing the singer. Gackt started. A small, dark-haired man with sharp features smiled up at him, his dark eyes glowing dimly in the lamplight. “Hello, Camui. You’re early today.”
Gackt glared at the man. “Why are you here so early if you weren’t expecting me? Why are you here anyway?”
“I just wanted to see how you were. You certainly have been busy. I told you you could accomplish anything you set your mind to. Have you any unfulfilled dreams left?”
“You should know. You know everything else.”
“It’s my job to know everything.” The man continued to smile, but the smile only sent chills down Gackt’s spine. “Just checking in to remind you of our agreement.” He stood up and walked around the desk toward the singer. “I’ll let you get on with your work,” he said as he passed by on his way to the door.
Gackt watched him warily. “You’re going to have to wait a bit longer, I’m afraid,” he said with a self-satisfied smirk of his own. “I’ve still got some things to finish.”
“Oh, I can wait a bit longer,” the other retorted. “But you’re closer to paying off your debt than you realize. Although she is a very lovely woman.” He raised his hand in a parting wave as he closed the door behind him.
Gackt stared at the closed door for a long time. Was he getting in too deep? He’d been trying to keep things casual. Oh well, he’d just have to break things off. He picked up the phone and called Ayumi to meet him for dinner.
~~~~~~~
You stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. Just before the doors closed a small, impeccably dressed man with dark features stepped in. They rode up to You’s floor.
The two stepped out and walked down the hall to You’s apartment. You was pale and trembling as he fumbled with the lock on his door.
“Let me,” the man smiled. He touched the knob and the door swung open gently.
As they walked into the apartment You turned on a lamp and made his way to the kitchen, his throat suddenly dry. He returned to the living room with a bottle of water and sat down across from the man. “Are you sure this isn’t a joke, one of Gackt’s Halloween pranks?”
“I assure you, You-san, I do not joke about such things.”
“Does he know?”
“I do not believe he is aware. Yet.”
You sat in silence for several minutes. He stared down at his hands, now surprisingly steady, wrapped around the bottle. “You will do one thing for me,” he said in a soft voice.
“You are hardly in a position to bargain, You.”
“You will do one thing for me,” he repeated. “You will make sure he knows that he was my world and that I do this willingly.”
The man sighed and nodded at the anguished young man. “As you wish, You-san.”
“Will it hurt?”
“I’d be lying if I said no.”
“Okay...okay.”
Gackt sat back on the couch, drink in hand. He gazed about him. He’d done it; everything he’d ever wished for, every dream had come true- except one, but that could be overlooked. He picked up his laptop and logged on to catch up on updating his blog for his fans. Soon fatigue set in and his head drooped; he fell asleep mid-sentence. He was restless, uneasy; his dreams were dark, swirling with shadow and light, images seen but not seen, indistinct sounds like murmuring voices from another room. A scream in the night. He shot bolt upright, dropping his laptop onto the floor.
That voice. He knew that voice as well as he knew his own. He scrambled up and raced for the door. He was at You’s apartment in a matter of minutes. He banged on the door. After receiving no answer he let himself in with his key.
The the living room was empty. The air was acrid with the smell of sulfur. As he walked from the living room toward the bedroom the smell became almost unbearable. He opened the bedroom door and was almost overwhelmed by the fumes. The room was empty save for a large smoldering pile of ash in the middle of the floor.
~~~~~~~
fin