December Challenge - 12 - Vacation
Title - Vacation
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 516
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Chacha thinks Gackt needs a vacation
Notes - just the three of them talking
“You need a long vacation,” Chacha said.
“I’ve needed a long vacation for the last fifteen years, Cha,” Gackt replied.
Chacha paused to think for a few seconds. “Then you need two long vacations.”
“I have a short vacation coming up soon.”
“Gaku, throwing yourself down a mountain while strapped to a wooden board is not a vacation,” Chacha said. “Or at least not the type of vacation you need.”
Gackt was almost afraid to ask. “And what type of vacation do I need?” Visions of spa treatments and manicures ran through Gackt’s mind.
“One where the only thing on the agenda is sleep,” Chacha replied, “and lots of sex.”
“Well, that’s me sold. Take a month off everyone!” Gackt shouted to the cheers of the staff that filled the dressing room.
“Why are we taking a month off?” You asked, wandering over to join his band members now that his hair and make up was finished.
“So that Gaku can have sex,” Chacha replied.
“It takes a month now? What happened to eight hours?” You replied.
“Gaku isn’t as young as he used to be,” Chacha grinned, “it takes him three weeks to warm up.”
Gackt glared at Chacha but the smile that was threatening to break out made the expression look less scary than Gackt intended. “Hey, no age jokes from you, old man.”
“A vacation does sound good though,” You said. “Can we convince the record company that we need a month of reflection somewhere hot and sunny before we’re able to record that new album they’ve been demanding for the last two years?”
“Hm, a nice summer camp to become one with our inner muse,” Chacha said.
“You mean to become one with the cocktail list,” Gackt replied.
Chacha grinned. “My muse lives in a mojito glass.”
“A month of relaxation, of dozing on the beach, sun bathing by the pool, swimming in the sea…” You said dreamily.
“Well, drowning in the sea in your case, Gaku,” Chacha smirked. “We’ll get some water wings for you.”
“Chacha, one day you’re going to wake up and find yourself at the top of a mountain with no way to get back down,” Gackt said, playing on Chacha’s fear of heights.
“If we did take a month long vacation,” You mused, “we’d probably end up killing each other.”
“I’m willing to risk it,” Chacha said. “We can carry the band on without Gaku. He’s not the star or anything.”
“Of course I’m not,” Gackt grinned, “I’m just making up the numbers. Nobody cares about me.”
“You said it, dear,” Chacha said, tapping Gackt lightly on the knee. “Don’t worry though. Having millions of adoring fans isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
Gackt nodded at the staff member that was trying to attract his attention. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as he stood. “Well, looks like it’s time for my interview.”
“Are we having this vacation or not?” You asked.
“A month away on a paradise island somewhere?” Gackt asked. “No. I’d die of boredom. It probably wouldn’t even have decent wifi coverage.”
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 516
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Chacha thinks Gackt needs a vacation
Notes - just the three of them talking
“You need a long vacation,” Chacha said.
“I’ve needed a long vacation for the last fifteen years, Cha,” Gackt replied.
Chacha paused to think for a few seconds. “Then you need two long vacations.”
“I have a short vacation coming up soon.”
“Gaku, throwing yourself down a mountain while strapped to a wooden board is not a vacation,” Chacha said. “Or at least not the type of vacation you need.”
Gackt was almost afraid to ask. “And what type of vacation do I need?” Visions of spa treatments and manicures ran through Gackt’s mind.
“One where the only thing on the agenda is sleep,” Chacha replied, “and lots of sex.”
“Well, that’s me sold. Take a month off everyone!” Gackt shouted to the cheers of the staff that filled the dressing room.
“Why are we taking a month off?” You asked, wandering over to join his band members now that his hair and make up was finished.
“So that Gaku can have sex,” Chacha replied.
“It takes a month now? What happened to eight hours?” You replied.
“Gaku isn’t as young as he used to be,” Chacha grinned, “it takes him three weeks to warm up.”
Gackt glared at Chacha but the smile that was threatening to break out made the expression look less scary than Gackt intended. “Hey, no age jokes from you, old man.”
“A vacation does sound good though,” You said. “Can we convince the record company that we need a month of reflection somewhere hot and sunny before we’re able to record that new album they’ve been demanding for the last two years?”
“Hm, a nice summer camp to become one with our inner muse,” Chacha said.
“You mean to become one with the cocktail list,” Gackt replied.
Chacha grinned. “My muse lives in a mojito glass.”
“A month of relaxation, of dozing on the beach, sun bathing by the pool, swimming in the sea…” You said dreamily.
“Well, drowning in the sea in your case, Gaku,” Chacha smirked. “We’ll get some water wings for you.”
“Chacha, one day you’re going to wake up and find yourself at the top of a mountain with no way to get back down,” Gackt said, playing on Chacha’s fear of heights.
“If we did take a month long vacation,” You mused, “we’d probably end up killing each other.”
“I’m willing to risk it,” Chacha said. “We can carry the band on without Gaku. He’s not the star or anything.”
“Of course I’m not,” Gackt grinned, “I’m just making up the numbers. Nobody cares about me.”
“You said it, dear,” Chacha said, tapping Gackt lightly on the knee. “Don’t worry though. Having millions of adoring fans isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
Gackt nodded at the staff member that was trying to attract his attention. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as he stood. “Well, looks like it’s time for my interview.”
“Are we having this vacation or not?” You asked.
“A month away on a paradise island somewhere?” Gackt asked. “No. I’d die of boredom. It probably wouldn’t even have decent wifi coverage.”
~owari