Beginnings - NINE SPIRAL (2/15)
Title - Beginnings - NINE SPIRAL (2/15)
Author - unwritten_ideas
Beta - write_my_dreams
Rating - eventual NC-17, this part PG-13
Word Count - 1,828 (69,000ish total)
Pairing - eventual Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha, Junji, Chirolyn
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt and You are more than friends, closer than brothers and have a relationship that is hard to define. During the YFC tour, that relationship changes forever. Will it make them or break them?
For Gackt, training and flirting are the same thing.
Nagoya - June 22nd
“If I’d have known this was part of the deal I never would have signed up.”
Chirolyn lay on his stomach on the thinly carpeted floor of what was supposed to be the green room backstage at the Nagoya Zepp. If he had been the bass player in any of the other bands that had played at the Zepp within the last few weeks he would have been surrounded by food, drink and comfortable sofas that were just begging to be sprawled across.
But, Chirolyn played bass for Gackt so instead he was surrounded by half dead crew members, torture machines that were masquerading as fitness equipment and a singer who ran their communal exercise sessions like an Olympic level boot camp.
“How do you think I feel?” Chacha asked as he adjusted his ponytail. “When I signed up these fitness sessions consisted of Gackt and Masa stretching and looking pretty while the rest of us watched with our feet up and a beer in our hands.”
“Now that’s a rock band,” Chirolyn said with an animated wave of his hands.
“Not really,” You interjected. “We may have had less exercise to do, but I’d rather exercise than wear some of those outfits again. Sack cloth isn’t my style.”
“And all of this exercise means you can eat more food without getting fat right, You-kun?” asked Chacha.
You laughed. “Yep. Another reason why exercise isn’t all that bad.”
Chirolyn reached for his bottle of water, but the action made his overworked stomach muscles ache. “I’m getting too old for stomach crunches.”
“Which is exactly why you need to do them.”
Chirolyn rolled onto his back and saw a very displeased Gackt staring down at him. “Hey, I’m willing to do them as long as I can complain about it the whole time.”
“Complaining is a waste of energy. You’d be better served to put that little bit extra into your crunches.”
“Maybe so, Gakkun,” Chirolyn agreed, “but complaining makes it so much more fun.”
Chacha smiled and nodded in agreement. “He has a point there, Gakkun.”
“Don’t encourage him,” Gackt said. “We’re going to do some stretching exercises now and I want to see some effort from you.”
“Yes, boss,” Chirolyn, You and Chacha said in unison and Chacha even threw in a mock salute.
“Why can’t you guys be more like Junji?” Gackt asked. “He always does the exercises without complaint.”
“That’s because he’s hoping that one day, if he trains enough, he’ll be able to beat you in your little fitness competitions. He just wants bragging rights and revenge for all of the times you’ve kicked him in the face,” You explained.
Gackt glanced over the room to the blur of orange energy that was powering his way through more stomach crunches than were necessary. “Those were accidents… and they were his fault anyway. He moves too much.”
“Probably because he has your huge foot coming straight at his face,” You teased.
“You know what they say about men with big feet, You,” Gackt teased back.
Chacha groaned loudly. “I can’t believe you resorted to that old line. Your flirting skills are diminishing Gakkun.”
Gackt dropped to the floor next to Chirolyn, ignoring the protests from the bass player as he grabbed his left ankle and started twisting… “I wasn’t flirting.”
“The two of you are constantly flirting.”
“No we aren’t,” Gackt answered.
You smiled. “We do, Gaku. You just don’t notice it because you flirt with everyone.”
“Well,” Gackt said, pausing slightly as he thought of what to say next and also to twist Chirolyn’s leg further, “you’re just so damn adorable, You-kun. How can I not flirt with you?”
“Ouch!” Chirolyn exclaimed loudly. “Gakkun, this is really hurting my leg.”
“I know,” Gackt answered, “but I’m flirting with You so stay quiet. I’m trying to get to second base with him.”
“You’re such a romantic, Gaku,” You said between fits of laughter. “You really know how to sweep a guy off his feet.”
Chacha watched the scene before him with a huge smile on his face. It was moments like these that had made him stick with Gackt throughout the years when he’d had so many offers to move on to newer, more challenging and potentially more rewarding things. He looked over at Gackt, at the unflattering grey sweatpants that he’d rolled up to his knees and the smooth, clear skin of his bare back and chest and laughed. That pretty face that was alternating between grinning at You and laughing at Chirolyn’s pain was free of any make up and the naturally brown eyes were sparkling with joy, and Chacha recognized that this was the man that he’d follow until the very end.
It had been Gackt the rock star that had first attracted him to the project. That man had been brash and cocky and so convinced of his own greatness and future success that Chacha had been swept along by the hurricane that circled around him. It had been a strictly professional relationship between producer (and sometime guitarist) and artist and Chacha had never expected that anything more could develop when Gackt was so seemingly shallow and self centred.
But then he’d seen the man behind the rock star. He’d seen him interact with You and Ren and had recognised the insecurities and sweetness that lay beyond the arrogant and weird exterior. They’d become friends. Friends first, colleagues a distant second. As the years had progressed the rock star persona Gackt hid behind had drifted further and further away and although the man could still be so arrogant, stubborn and pig headed that Chacha sometimes wanted to strangle him with his guitar strings, that side of him became less and less visible away from the stage.
And You… dear, happy You. He hadn’t changed at all. He was still the heart, soul and happiness of the band, no matter who made up the members, and could always make Chacha smile no matter how dark the day became.
The three of them had fought, argued, cursed and even resorted to physical violence on occasion (usually started by Gackt) but they’d pulled through and made it work despite their differences and the obstacles put in front of them. Gackt’s strong will and natural talent, You’s enthusiastic energy and Chacha’s level headed leadership had made something quite spectacular.
“Argh, I think you broke my leg Gakkun!” Chirolyn cried as he finally yanked the limb free from Gackt’s clutches. The loudness of his voice bought Chacha back to his senses.
Gackt scoffed. “No I didn’t, I just stretched it a little. If you did your exercises properly instead of complaining about them all of the time, that wouldn’t have hurt at all.”
“You are a sadistic, evil, demonic little bastard,” Chirolyn said, his voice devoid of any heat or anger.
Gackt smiled. “Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment.” Gackt moved from his position at Chirolyn’s feet to settle next to You and glanced at his watch. “It’s time we started to stretch now, I’ve already wasted ten minutes of exercise time on helping Chirolyn.”
“Can I be excused from the stretching,” Chirolyn whined, his hands alternating between rubbing the twin pains in his ankle and thigh. “I think I’ve stretched enough for one day.”
Gackt bent his own right leg at his knee and pulled at his ankle until his heel was almost nestled at the joint between his left thigh and left hip. It was his favourite stretch and one he wanted everyone on the crew to be able to do eventually. “No. You may have stretched out one leg but what about the other one? And your arms? And your back? And everywhere else? I think we need to do something about this attitude of yours.”
You smirked quietly as he tried to copy Gackt’s position. He knew better than to loudly protest against Gackt’s training regime and would instead just go along quietly and hoped that his silence would mean that Gackt wouldn’t notice that he was half assing every exercise he was asked to complete. He could only manage to pull his ankle to his knee and was thankful that Chirolyn was distracting Gackt from his failure.
“I also think we need to do something about You.”
You looked up from his ankle, his eyes poking out from his long bangs and saw that Gackt was staring right at him. Rumbled.
“I can’t pull my ankle any higher than this,” You said quickly.
The expression on Gackt’s face showed that he didn’t believe him. “Of course you can, you just need to try a little harder and get a better grip on your foot.”
Gackt released his own stretch and shuffled across the floor a little until he sat directly behind You. He stretched his long legs out either side of You’s body and inched forward until You was positioned snugly between his legs. The height difference was evident even when they were both seated but Gackt was able to stretch his back and neck until he was able to rest his chin on You’s shoulder so that he could see around his friend’s larger body.
“Gaku, what are you doing…?” You asked with a hint of fear in his voice. Gackt being unpredictable was always a dangerous situation.
“I think he’s getting to second base,” Chacha laughed, his laugh only growing at the amused smirk on Gackt’s face and the bewildered look on You’s.
“I’m helping again,” Gackt said sweetly before grabbing hold of You’s ankle with his left hand and pulling.
“Agh, fuck Gaku,” You exclaimed, “that hurts!”
“Yeah but isn’t that burn in your thigh a really satisfying pain?”
“Only you could think pain was satisfying. Are you sure you’re not really an M instead of an S?” Chacha asked.
You tried to squirm out of Gackt’s hold, but Gackt’s right arm snaked around his waist and held him in place. “Agh, let go! This is really pulling at my thigh muscles!”
“Do you want me to kiss it better?” Gackt asked with a laugh before relinquishing his hold on You’s ankle. “Or, am I moving too fast?”
“I agree with Chirolyn,” You said as he gingerly rubbed his upper thigh, “you are a sadistic bastard.”
Gackt had let go of You’s ankle but he hadn’t moved or surrendered his hold on You’s waist. You leaned back into his body more as he continued to try and rub some life back into his thigh, and Gackt could feel the soft ends of You’s hair tickling his naked collar bone and chest. He tilted his head so that it was closer to You’s ear and watched with amusement as his hot breath disturbed the soft strands of hair that framed You’s face.
“I might be a bastard,” Gackt repeated, “but you still love me, hmm?”
You had no choice but to agree with him.
TBC
Notes
1) The Japanese use the terms S (sadistic) and M (masochistic) to refer to personality types and not in a sexual way
2) It starts getting serious from the next chapter onwards.... They're all 2-3 times longer than this too. Apologies in advance XD
Previous part - DYBBUK
Next part - SPEED MASTER
Author - unwritten_ideas
Beta - write_my_dreams
Rating - eventual NC-17, this part PG-13
Word Count - 1,828 (69,000ish total)
Pairing - eventual Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha, Junji, Chirolyn
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt and You are more than friends, closer than brothers and have a relationship that is hard to define. During the YFC tour, that relationship changes forever. Will it make them or break them?
For Gackt, training and flirting are the same thing.
Nagoya - June 22nd
“If I’d have known this was part of the deal I never would have signed up.”
Chirolyn lay on his stomach on the thinly carpeted floor of what was supposed to be the green room backstage at the Nagoya Zepp. If he had been the bass player in any of the other bands that had played at the Zepp within the last few weeks he would have been surrounded by food, drink and comfortable sofas that were just begging to be sprawled across.
But, Chirolyn played bass for Gackt so instead he was surrounded by half dead crew members, torture machines that were masquerading as fitness equipment and a singer who ran their communal exercise sessions like an Olympic level boot camp.
“How do you think I feel?” Chacha asked as he adjusted his ponytail. “When I signed up these fitness sessions consisted of Gackt and Masa stretching and looking pretty while the rest of us watched with our feet up and a beer in our hands.”
“Now that’s a rock band,” Chirolyn said with an animated wave of his hands.
“Not really,” You interjected. “We may have had less exercise to do, but I’d rather exercise than wear some of those outfits again. Sack cloth isn’t my style.”
“And all of this exercise means you can eat more food without getting fat right, You-kun?” asked Chacha.
You laughed. “Yep. Another reason why exercise isn’t all that bad.”
Chirolyn reached for his bottle of water, but the action made his overworked stomach muscles ache. “I’m getting too old for stomach crunches.”
“Which is exactly why you need to do them.”
Chirolyn rolled onto his back and saw a very displeased Gackt staring down at him. “Hey, I’m willing to do them as long as I can complain about it the whole time.”
“Complaining is a waste of energy. You’d be better served to put that little bit extra into your crunches.”
“Maybe so, Gakkun,” Chirolyn agreed, “but complaining makes it so much more fun.”
Chacha smiled and nodded in agreement. “He has a point there, Gakkun.”
“Don’t encourage him,” Gackt said. “We’re going to do some stretching exercises now and I want to see some effort from you.”
“Yes, boss,” Chirolyn, You and Chacha said in unison and Chacha even threw in a mock salute.
“Why can’t you guys be more like Junji?” Gackt asked. “He always does the exercises without complaint.”
“That’s because he’s hoping that one day, if he trains enough, he’ll be able to beat you in your little fitness competitions. He just wants bragging rights and revenge for all of the times you’ve kicked him in the face,” You explained.
Gackt glanced over the room to the blur of orange energy that was powering his way through more stomach crunches than were necessary. “Those were accidents… and they were his fault anyway. He moves too much.”
“Probably because he has your huge foot coming straight at his face,” You teased.
“You know what they say about men with big feet, You,” Gackt teased back.
Chacha groaned loudly. “I can’t believe you resorted to that old line. Your flirting skills are diminishing Gakkun.”
Gackt dropped to the floor next to Chirolyn, ignoring the protests from the bass player as he grabbed his left ankle and started twisting… “I wasn’t flirting.”
“The two of you are constantly flirting.”
“No we aren’t,” Gackt answered.
You smiled. “We do, Gaku. You just don’t notice it because you flirt with everyone.”
“Well,” Gackt said, pausing slightly as he thought of what to say next and also to twist Chirolyn’s leg further, “you’re just so damn adorable, You-kun. How can I not flirt with you?”
“Ouch!” Chirolyn exclaimed loudly. “Gakkun, this is really hurting my leg.”
“I know,” Gackt answered, “but I’m flirting with You so stay quiet. I’m trying to get to second base with him.”
“You’re such a romantic, Gaku,” You said between fits of laughter. “You really know how to sweep a guy off his feet.”
Chacha watched the scene before him with a huge smile on his face. It was moments like these that had made him stick with Gackt throughout the years when he’d had so many offers to move on to newer, more challenging and potentially more rewarding things. He looked over at Gackt, at the unflattering grey sweatpants that he’d rolled up to his knees and the smooth, clear skin of his bare back and chest and laughed. That pretty face that was alternating between grinning at You and laughing at Chirolyn’s pain was free of any make up and the naturally brown eyes were sparkling with joy, and Chacha recognized that this was the man that he’d follow until the very end.
It had been Gackt the rock star that had first attracted him to the project. That man had been brash and cocky and so convinced of his own greatness and future success that Chacha had been swept along by the hurricane that circled around him. It had been a strictly professional relationship between producer (and sometime guitarist) and artist and Chacha had never expected that anything more could develop when Gackt was so seemingly shallow and self centred.
But then he’d seen the man behind the rock star. He’d seen him interact with You and Ren and had recognised the insecurities and sweetness that lay beyond the arrogant and weird exterior. They’d become friends. Friends first, colleagues a distant second. As the years had progressed the rock star persona Gackt hid behind had drifted further and further away and although the man could still be so arrogant, stubborn and pig headed that Chacha sometimes wanted to strangle him with his guitar strings, that side of him became less and less visible away from the stage.
And You… dear, happy You. He hadn’t changed at all. He was still the heart, soul and happiness of the band, no matter who made up the members, and could always make Chacha smile no matter how dark the day became.
The three of them had fought, argued, cursed and even resorted to physical violence on occasion (usually started by Gackt) but they’d pulled through and made it work despite their differences and the obstacles put in front of them. Gackt’s strong will and natural talent, You’s enthusiastic energy and Chacha’s level headed leadership had made something quite spectacular.
“Argh, I think you broke my leg Gakkun!” Chirolyn cried as he finally yanked the limb free from Gackt’s clutches. The loudness of his voice bought Chacha back to his senses.
Gackt scoffed. “No I didn’t, I just stretched it a little. If you did your exercises properly instead of complaining about them all of the time, that wouldn’t have hurt at all.”
“You are a sadistic, evil, demonic little bastard,” Chirolyn said, his voice devoid of any heat or anger.
Gackt smiled. “Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment.” Gackt moved from his position at Chirolyn’s feet to settle next to You and glanced at his watch. “It’s time we started to stretch now, I’ve already wasted ten minutes of exercise time on helping Chirolyn.”
“Can I be excused from the stretching,” Chirolyn whined, his hands alternating between rubbing the twin pains in his ankle and thigh. “I think I’ve stretched enough for one day.”
Gackt bent his own right leg at his knee and pulled at his ankle until his heel was almost nestled at the joint between his left thigh and left hip. It was his favourite stretch and one he wanted everyone on the crew to be able to do eventually. “No. You may have stretched out one leg but what about the other one? And your arms? And your back? And everywhere else? I think we need to do something about this attitude of yours.”
You smirked quietly as he tried to copy Gackt’s position. He knew better than to loudly protest against Gackt’s training regime and would instead just go along quietly and hoped that his silence would mean that Gackt wouldn’t notice that he was half assing every exercise he was asked to complete. He could only manage to pull his ankle to his knee and was thankful that Chirolyn was distracting Gackt from his failure.
“I also think we need to do something about You.”
You looked up from his ankle, his eyes poking out from his long bangs and saw that Gackt was staring right at him. Rumbled.
“I can’t pull my ankle any higher than this,” You said quickly.
The expression on Gackt’s face showed that he didn’t believe him. “Of course you can, you just need to try a little harder and get a better grip on your foot.”
Gackt released his own stretch and shuffled across the floor a little until he sat directly behind You. He stretched his long legs out either side of You’s body and inched forward until You was positioned snugly between his legs. The height difference was evident even when they were both seated but Gackt was able to stretch his back and neck until he was able to rest his chin on You’s shoulder so that he could see around his friend’s larger body.
“Gaku, what are you doing…?” You asked with a hint of fear in his voice. Gackt being unpredictable was always a dangerous situation.
“I think he’s getting to second base,” Chacha laughed, his laugh only growing at the amused smirk on Gackt’s face and the bewildered look on You’s.
“I’m helping again,” Gackt said sweetly before grabbing hold of You’s ankle with his left hand and pulling.
“Agh, fuck Gaku,” You exclaimed, “that hurts!”
“Yeah but isn’t that burn in your thigh a really satisfying pain?”
“Only you could think pain was satisfying. Are you sure you’re not really an M instead of an S?” Chacha asked.
You tried to squirm out of Gackt’s hold, but Gackt’s right arm snaked around his waist and held him in place. “Agh, let go! This is really pulling at my thigh muscles!”
“Do you want me to kiss it better?” Gackt asked with a laugh before relinquishing his hold on You’s ankle. “Or, am I moving too fast?”
“I agree with Chirolyn,” You said as he gingerly rubbed his upper thigh, “you are a sadistic bastard.”
Gackt had let go of You’s ankle but he hadn’t moved or surrendered his hold on You’s waist. You leaned back into his body more as he continued to try and rub some life back into his thigh, and Gackt could feel the soft ends of You’s hair tickling his naked collar bone and chest. He tilted his head so that it was closer to You’s ear and watched with amusement as his hot breath disturbed the soft strands of hair that framed You’s face.
“I might be a bastard,” Gackt repeated, “but you still love me, hmm?”
You had no choice but to agree with him.
TBC
Notes
1) The Japanese use the terms S (sadistic) and M (masochistic) to refer to personality types and not in a sexual way
2) It starts getting serious from the next chapter onwards.... They're all 2-3 times longer than this too. Apologies in advance XD
Previous part - DYBBUK
Next part - SPEED MASTER