Just a tiny little story
Title: Year by Year
Author: takegamiteijiro
Fandom: J-Rock
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of death
Prompt: gakkuhai - Sticker
Characters/Pairings: Hyde, Hiroki Takarai
Word Count: 439
That day again. It came every year.
It took nearly an hour for Hyde and his son to reach the place they had come to visit. Dressed in suits, Hyde’s hair tied back in a ponytail as world-hardened eyes surveyed the world, they came.
It was no different, year after year after year. It was a cycle that was unbroken, one that Hyde at least would repeat until he died, but he had no doubt his son would, too.
It had already been three years since Gackt’s death.
He was gone.
He had been a friend, mentor, guide, surrogate parent, teacher, and most of all, he had been there when neither Hyde nor Megumi could be, unintentionally making a place for himself within the Takarai family, making himself someone that would never be left out on holidays, or left alone on days he didn’t want to be. He was someone beyond just the musician he had shown the world, someone with big ideas and a bigger heart.
And yet...
Hyde had held his hand as he had passed away, ripping himself out of Hyde’s family and life. The brightest stars were always the first to burn out. It had been far too soon. The whole world had grieved with him, it had seemed, but they had known nothing, had been unable to console him when his friend could have. He had lost both a brother and a friend, a part of his heart and a part of his soul.
“We’re here,” the driver called, and Hiroki bounced out of the car as soon as the door was opened, all legs as he dashed up the hill - for him, his second father and all but real parent wasn’t dead, simply gone until they could meet up again. A cheerful “Gacchan!” floated over the silent cemetery before Hyde climbed out of the car too, following his son. It was a moment before he rejoined the child, but by then Hiroki was already at the grave site, sitting at the Western burial site Gackt had wanted. The boy was chatting away to the silence, and there was a sad smile on his father’s face before he joined his child. Glancing at the name on the headstone, reaching out to run his fingers along it as he always did -
There were several stickers on the stone, a new one standing out, bright red in the shape of a heart. Hyde’s breath hitched.
And yet...
Beside it there were the other worn hearts, stickers for every year they had visited, for every time they had come to see Gackt.
He was never truly forgotten.
Author: takegamiteijiro
Fandom: J-Rock
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of death
Prompt: gakkuhai - Sticker
Characters/Pairings: Hyde, Hiroki Takarai
Word Count: 439
That day again. It came every year.
It took nearly an hour for Hyde and his son to reach the place they had come to visit. Dressed in suits, Hyde’s hair tied back in a ponytail as world-hardened eyes surveyed the world, they came.
It was no different, year after year after year. It was a cycle that was unbroken, one that Hyde at least would repeat until he died, but he had no doubt his son would, too.
It had already been three years since Gackt’s death.
He was gone.
He had been a friend, mentor, guide, surrogate parent, teacher, and most of all, he had been there when neither Hyde nor Megumi could be, unintentionally making a place for himself within the Takarai family, making himself someone that would never be left out on holidays, or left alone on days he didn’t want to be. He was someone beyond just the musician he had shown the world, someone with big ideas and a bigger heart.
And yet...
Hyde had held his hand as he had passed away, ripping himself out of Hyde’s family and life. The brightest stars were always the first to burn out. It had been far too soon. The whole world had grieved with him, it had seemed, but they had known nothing, had been unable to console him when his friend could have. He had lost both a brother and a friend, a part of his heart and a part of his soul.
“We’re here,” the driver called, and Hiroki bounced out of the car as soon as the door was opened, all legs as he dashed up the hill - for him, his second father and all but real parent wasn’t dead, simply gone until they could meet up again. A cheerful “Gacchan!” floated over the silent cemetery before Hyde climbed out of the car too, following his son. It was a moment before he rejoined the child, but by then Hiroki was already at the grave site, sitting at the Western burial site Gackt had wanted. The boy was chatting away to the silence, and there was a sad smile on his father’s face before he joined his child. Glancing at the name on the headstone, reaching out to run his fingers along it as he always did -
There were several stickers on the stone, a new one standing out, bright red in the shape of a heart. Hyde’s breath hitched.
And yet...
Beside it there were the other worn hearts, stickers for every year they had visited, for every time they had come to see Gackt.
He was never truly forgotten.