Angel's Tale
Challenge: December 2013
Day 18~
Title: Angel’s Tale
Author: shyone
Genre: angst; friendship; romance; song fic
Pairing: none really
Rating: g
Summary: After joining Malice Mizer Gackt reflects on his friendship with You
a/n: inspired by Hyde’s ‘Angel’s Tale’
Angel’s Tale
Gackt stood at the doors to the balcony watching the snow fall. The sound of the party carrying on about him receded to a quiet murmur as his mind wandered. This was exactly what he’d wanted, what he’d dreamed of. So why did he feel so empty? And why did it hurt more whenever it snowed?
“Gackt, are you all right?” Kami came up behind him and wrapped his arms around the vocalist’s waist.
Gackt started. “Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I’m ok. Just watching the snow.”
“You’ve been awfully quiet all evening, are you sure you’re feeling ok?”
Gackt gave a small, sad smile. How could he share them? He couldn’t. They were memories that were sacred to him, not to be shared with anyone else. They’d never understand. They’d never understand how much he’d meant to him; how beautiful he’d found him; how he’d walked away without ever telling him just how much he loved him. He’d changed the singer’s entire life with just a smile and a hand held out in friendship. If not for him he’d probably be dead by now. He’d touched him more deeply than anyone had ever done before, and became more precious to him than even he, himself, realized until it was too late. The memories lingered even now, especially now, on snowy nights like this. ’He shines more brightly than even the stars in the sky. I should have told him,’ Gackt thought. ’I should have told him I loved him before I left, instead of just walking away.’
Gackt broke away from Kami’s embrace and turned around to face him. “No, I think you’re right, I’m not feeling too well. I think maybe I should just go home and rest.”
“Do you want me to drive you?” Kami asked.
“No,” Gackt smiled. “No, you stay; enjoy the party. I’ll just catch a cab.”
Gackt slipped into his coat. Kami rode down in the elevator and waited with him on the street until a cab came along.
As Gackt climbed in Kami leaned in the door, “Take care of yourself, Gacchan. Go home and get some rest.” He clasped the singer’s hand, and caught his eyes. “Whatever it is, Gacchan, you can fix it if you really want to,” he said cryptically. Then he closed the door and the cab pulled away.
Gackt walked through his apartment to the bedroom and changed his clothes. He pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and a white, hooded pullover sweater that he’d borrowed from You once a long time ago. Somehow he always felt warmer when he wore it.
He went to the kitchen to make some tea. Just as he poured the water the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Gacchan, it’s You...”
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Day 18~
Title: Angel’s Tale
Author: shyone
Genre: angst; friendship; romance; song fic
Pairing: none really
Rating: g
Summary: After joining Malice Mizer Gackt reflects on his friendship with You
a/n: inspired by Hyde’s ‘Angel’s Tale’
Angel’s Tale
Gackt stood at the doors to the balcony watching the snow fall. The sound of the party carrying on about him receded to a quiet murmur as his mind wandered. This was exactly what he’d wanted, what he’d dreamed of. So why did he feel so empty? And why did it hurt more whenever it snowed?
“Gackt, are you all right?” Kami came up behind him and wrapped his arms around the vocalist’s waist.
Gackt started. “Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I’m ok. Just watching the snow.”
“You’ve been awfully quiet all evening, are you sure you’re feeling ok?”
Gackt gave a small, sad smile. How could he share them? He couldn’t. They were memories that were sacred to him, not to be shared with anyone else. They’d never understand. They’d never understand how much he’d meant to him; how beautiful he’d found him; how he’d walked away without ever telling him just how much he loved him. He’d changed the singer’s entire life with just a smile and a hand held out in friendship. If not for him he’d probably be dead by now. He’d touched him more deeply than anyone had ever done before, and became more precious to him than even he, himself, realized until it was too late. The memories lingered even now, especially now, on snowy nights like this. ’He shines more brightly than even the stars in the sky. I should have told him,’ Gackt thought. ’I should have told him I loved him before I left, instead of just walking away.’
Gackt broke away from Kami’s embrace and turned around to face him. “No, I think you’re right, I’m not feeling too well. I think maybe I should just go home and rest.”
“Do you want me to drive you?” Kami asked.
“No,” Gackt smiled. “No, you stay; enjoy the party. I’ll just catch a cab.”
Gackt slipped into his coat. Kami rode down in the elevator and waited with him on the street until a cab came along.
As Gackt climbed in Kami leaned in the door, “Take care of yourself, Gacchan. Go home and get some rest.” He clasped the singer’s hand, and caught his eyes. “Whatever it is, Gacchan, you can fix it if you really want to,” he said cryptically. Then he closed the door and the cab pulled away.
Gackt walked through his apartment to the bedroom and changed his clothes. He pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and a white, hooded pullover sweater that he’d borrowed from You once a long time ago. Somehow he always felt warmer when he wore it.
He went to the kitchen to make some tea. Just as he poured the water the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Gacchan, it’s You...”
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