December Challenge - 11 - Talking to Himself
Title - Talking to Himself
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 622
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - has Gackt been talking to himself... or someone else?
“Jon says you’ve been talking to yourself a lot during this tour.”
Gackt looked up from his phone and looked at You with confused eyes. “I’ve been talking to myself?”
“That’s the first sign of madness,” You said, taking a seat next to his friend.
“I don’t talk to myself,” Gackt replied. “When have you ever known me talk to myself?”
You had the expression of someone who had been expecting that answer. “Hmm. If you’re not talking to yourself, and the room is empty other than you, then who have you been talking to, Gaku?”
Gackt paused. When he spoke again, it was through slightly gritted teeth. “I’ve been on the phone all the time.”
“Strange,” You said. “Jon said that’s the excuse you’ve been giving to him. He also says that he hears you talking when he’s in the bathroom and that when he walks back into the bedroom your phone is charging on the other side of the room and that you can’t possibly have had time to put the phone down and run back to the other side.”
Gackt sighed and rolled his eyes. “What excuse was I supposed to give him?”
“Talking to yourself is always a good one. It’s more believable than answering a phone several feet away.”
“Maybe I’ll tell him the truth next time, huh?” Gackt said, his voice becoming more animated as anger at You’s questioning was starting to creep in. “Hey Jon! No, I’ve not been on the phone. I’ve been talking to this poor girl that was brutally beaten to death by her jealous husband in this same hotel room fifty years ago. What? You can’t see her? Well, it happened right about where you’re standing. I think you’re standing right where the pool of her blood was.”
“I didn’t say you should tell him the truth,” You said firmly. “And don’t take your anger out on me, okay? It’s not my fault you’re seeing ghosts again.”
Gackt pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again. “I know, I know. It’s just… a lot of these hotels are old, You. They have histories and they have stories to be told. I just wish they weren’t telling them to me.”
“So do I,” You replied. “Maybe we should have it written into all future contracts that our hotels should be brand new and low on the brutal murder count.”
Gackt chuckled darkly. “It’d be a good start.”
“A start?” You repeated. “Are you seeing them in places other than the hotel?”
“Anywhere and everywhere,” Gackt replied. “I’ve swapped being chased by fangirls in Japan for being chased by ghosts in Europe.” Gackt grinned slightly. “I think I preferred the fangirls.”
“You’re not sharing a room with Jon again this tour,” You said firmly.
Gackt raised his eyebrows and looked at You. “I’m sharing with you then, I take it?”
“He doesn’t appreciate you lying to him about the phone calls,” You said. “It’ll be easier this way.”
“Maybe,” Gackt acquiesced. “He’s quicker in the shower than you though.”
“Nobody takes longer in the shower than you Gaku, so don’t even begin to criticise me for that.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Gackt smiled before turning serious again. “And thanks. It’s easier, somehow, when there’s someone there who knows and I don’t have to hide anything.”
You nodded. “I’ll find Jon and tell him he’s sharing with Uzo. I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed at the change.”
Gackt watched as You walked away. He picked up his phone and returned to the email he had been writing before You’s interruption while doing his best to ignore the childish giggles of the spirit that had been continuously whispering in his ear for the last hour.
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 622
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - has Gackt been talking to himself... or someone else?
“Jon says you’ve been talking to yourself a lot during this tour.”
Gackt looked up from his phone and looked at You with confused eyes. “I’ve been talking to myself?”
“That’s the first sign of madness,” You said, taking a seat next to his friend.
“I don’t talk to myself,” Gackt replied. “When have you ever known me talk to myself?”
You had the expression of someone who had been expecting that answer. “Hmm. If you’re not talking to yourself, and the room is empty other than you, then who have you been talking to, Gaku?”
Gackt paused. When he spoke again, it was through slightly gritted teeth. “I’ve been on the phone all the time.”
“Strange,” You said. “Jon said that’s the excuse you’ve been giving to him. He also says that he hears you talking when he’s in the bathroom and that when he walks back into the bedroom your phone is charging on the other side of the room and that you can’t possibly have had time to put the phone down and run back to the other side.”
Gackt sighed and rolled his eyes. “What excuse was I supposed to give him?”
“Talking to yourself is always a good one. It’s more believable than answering a phone several feet away.”
“Maybe I’ll tell him the truth next time, huh?” Gackt said, his voice becoming more animated as anger at You’s questioning was starting to creep in. “Hey Jon! No, I’ve not been on the phone. I’ve been talking to this poor girl that was brutally beaten to death by her jealous husband in this same hotel room fifty years ago. What? You can’t see her? Well, it happened right about where you’re standing. I think you’re standing right where the pool of her blood was.”
“I didn’t say you should tell him the truth,” You said firmly. “And don’t take your anger out on me, okay? It’s not my fault you’re seeing ghosts again.”
Gackt pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again. “I know, I know. It’s just… a lot of these hotels are old, You. They have histories and they have stories to be told. I just wish they weren’t telling them to me.”
“So do I,” You replied. “Maybe we should have it written into all future contracts that our hotels should be brand new and low on the brutal murder count.”
Gackt chuckled darkly. “It’d be a good start.”
“A start?” You repeated. “Are you seeing them in places other than the hotel?”
“Anywhere and everywhere,” Gackt replied. “I’ve swapped being chased by fangirls in Japan for being chased by ghosts in Europe.” Gackt grinned slightly. “I think I preferred the fangirls.”
“You’re not sharing a room with Jon again this tour,” You said firmly.
Gackt raised his eyebrows and looked at You. “I’m sharing with you then, I take it?”
“He doesn’t appreciate you lying to him about the phone calls,” You said. “It’ll be easier this way.”
“Maybe,” Gackt acquiesced. “He’s quicker in the shower than you though.”
“Nobody takes longer in the shower than you Gaku, so don’t even begin to criticise me for that.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Gackt smiled before turning serious again. “And thanks. It’s easier, somehow, when there’s someone there who knows and I don’t have to hide anything.”
You nodded. “I’ll find Jon and tell him he’s sharing with Uzo. I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed at the change.”
Gackt watched as You walked away. He picked up his phone and returned to the email he had been writing before You’s interruption while doing his best to ignore the childish giggles of the spirit that had been continuously whispering in his ear for the last hour.
~owari