Beginnings - DYBBUK (1/15)
Title - Beginnings - DYBBUK (1/15)
Author - unwritten_ideas
Beta - write_my_dreams
Rating - eventual NC-17, this part PG-13
Word Count - 1,801 (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?
The first night of the tour is over, and it’s time to celebrate.
Tokyo - June 10th
The first show was over. It had passed in a blur of fire, heat and energy that at times had threatened to sweep Gackt up and knock him off his feet, but he’d stood tall. He was tired, he could feel the familiar aches that were reserved only for lives creeping into his knees, back and throat, but he was happy and still slightly buzzing from the success of the show.
Any tiredness that had slowed Gackt down as he dragged himself off the stage and into the cramped shower that the Tokyo Zepp had deemed satisfactory for his dressing room had dissipated under a heavy jet of hot steam and a relaxing minivan ride to a local, but high class and discreet izakaya - the venue for the after show celebrations.
As usual the band had left the Zepp before him in their minivan. Gackt had barely had a chance to speak to any of them before bodyguards and staff members had begun hovering around him, all waiting with open arms and discreetly hidden icepacks just in case his tired body decided to give out on him again. He’d made it through the throngs of people with no threat of collapse but the delay and repeated reassurances that yes, he really was okay and no, he didn’t need to either sit or lie down had resulted in missing his band.
His only company in the minivan was his senior bodyguard; an American ex-marine named Chad who had been with him longer than Gackt could remember, but could still barely speak to him as he maintained a constant state of awareness and focus that left no room for distractions such as conversations. Gackt never knew whether to be awed at Chad’s dedication or annoyed that he couldn’t practice his English with him. The ever present Kazuya was also there, his face pressed against one of the blackened windows as he snored softly although Gackt was at a loss as to why Kazuya was so tired. Kazuya’s only work had consisted of counting and moving water bottles after all, the least he could have done is stayed awake to entertain his boss.
Just as Gackt was considering waking Kazuya up in whichever way he could think of that was the most painful, the van came to a halt and Chad sprang into action, checking that the coast was clear before quickly ushering Gackt inside the izakaya.
The drinks were already flowing and the food had already been served as Gackt joined the party, folding his long legs underneath himself as he took the space at the head of the table that had no doubt been reserved for him. A drink was pressed into his hand, whiskey on the rocks, no mixer, and a plate of fried and battered somethings pushed in his direction. The drink he was grateful for, but the food was pushed back to the centre of the table.
“Try this instead.”
This time the plate that was pushed in front of him was full of healthy colour - of reds and greens and meat that was lean, unfried and unbattered. A pair of chopsticks and a little saucer full of dressing for the meat were handed to him and Gackt happily began to eat.
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” You smiled from his seat next to Gackt. “I didn’t think you’d eat the fried fish tails. I think it’s supposed to be a whole fish in there, but it tastes like someone already ate the fish and just left the tails and heads behind.”
“Sounds lovely.”
“Doesn’t it just? Only the best for Gackt right?”
Gackt smiled at his friend and lay his chopsticks down onto the plate before him. “How do you think the live went?”
You rolled his eyes. "Not now, Gaku. Leave the autopsy until the morning and relax.”
“Yes," Gackt agreed. "I guess we should take this time to relax… Do you think the crowd liked ‘EVER’? I was a little worried about how they’d like the intro…”
“Gackt,” You said, his voice dropping an octave to try and make the formality of dropping the usual nickname as threatening and forceful as it was when Chacha tried the same trick. He could tell by the slight smirk on Gackt’s face that he hadn’t been successful.
"The crowd loved the intro. The live was great. We were great. The entire audience orgasmed on the spot when you ripped off your shirt. It was a success. Now can we leave work until the morning and enjoy our battered fish tails in peace?”
“The crowd orgasmed?” Gackt asked, his smirk widening, “even the men?”
“Especially the men,” You smiled, laughing to himself silently as he knew that out of everything he’d said, Gackt was bound to have pounced on that part. “They’d have to have been dead from the waist down not to have done so.”
"I like making men orgasm. I’ve been told I’m very good at it,” Gackt said, barely keeping the smile from his lips as he ate the last pieces of finely cooked beef on his plate.
You had no such control and laughed brightly. “I’m sure you’re good at a lot of things.”
"And I’m adding to the list everyday…” Gackt poked at the rapidly wilting salad that still lay on his plate before pushing it one side. “Did I make all of the men orgasm?”
You laughed. “All of them.”
“Do you include yourself in that?”
Any response You had was effectively cut off by the dull sound of a chopstick hitting an empty glass. It didn’t take long for You to locate the source of the noise as Chachamaru stood up, glass in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He was a little unsteady on his feet, the izakaya’s signature cocktails obviously wreaking havoc on his small frame already, but Chacha, band leader, friend and sometime mother to the ungrateful band of spoiled brats that was GacktJob, still commanded everyone’s attention.
“One show down!” Chacha exclaimed with a flourish, pausing dramatically to allow his words to hang in the air and sink into the minds of everyone who was staring at him with rapt attention.
You leaned closer to Gackt and whispered, “er, should we be shouting ‘osu’ to this too?”
Gackt leaned back onto his hands, the slight stretch helping to work out some of the kinks in his back. “Save it for the shows. You can shout whatever you like at Cha and the more offensive you make it, the better.”
“One show down,” Chacha repeated.
“Don’t be so mean, Gaku,” You said, “besides, you know as well as I do that nobody can be as creatively mean with their insults as Cha can be. If I start shouting insults at him again it’ll just turn into another Fukuoka.”
Gackt stifled a laugh as Chacha continued his speech, thanking the band and crew in a way that only Chacha could. He remembered Fukuoka. He remembered the good natured but very loud and insulting argument that had ensued between Chacha and You as each had tried to out do the other with the inventiveness and vileness of their insults until they’d all been thrown out of the izakaya they had descended upon that night. It was the kind of competition that only the best and closest friends could have without it turning to blows and Gackt felt blessed to be able to count two such unique individuals as friends.
“I don’t think I could cope with another Fukuoka. I’m not drunk enough for that yet,” Gackt smiled, shifting closer to You so that they could continue their conversation quietly without distracting those around them.
“Yeah, I don’t want to get thrown out again. I like this izakaya.”
“Even if they do serve fish tails?”
You laughed. “Even if they do serve fish tails.”
It took a few moments for Gackt to notice, but eventually the lack of Chacha’s voice or any background noise at all reached his ears. He glanced around the table at the smiling faces of his most trusted crew members and the wicked grins of Junji and Chirolyn and soon recognised that all of the smiles and grins were directed at him and You.
“Have you two finished yet?!” Chacha asked. “You’re interrupting my speech. If you want to whisper sweet nothings to each other then get a room. I swear, you’re worse than a pair of newlyweds some days…”
You uttered a sheepish apology, his face reddening as he hadn’t realised that his conversation with Gackt had been that distracting. He knew how hard Chacha worked to make Job sound as tight and good as they did and felt a little guilty for interrupting Chacha’s moment. Gackt, on the other hand, felt no such shame and was instead grinning at Chacha with a confidence and smirk that only he could get away with.
“Well, technically I’m paying for this room, so I could just ask you all to leave,” Gackt began until one fierce look from Chacha almost made him want to hide under the table and apologise profusely, “but I won’t. I can control myself. Please continue, Cha.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I’d finished my speech anyway,” Cha said, grinning broadly at Gackt as he sat back down and finished his brightly coloured cocktail.
“You’re a bastard sometimes, Cha. Did you know that?” Gackt asked.
“I know,” Cha smiled. “Someone has to keep your ass in line though.” Cha relaxed back into his seat for a few seconds but then jumped back to his feet. “Ah! I forgot something important!”
“That’s what happens when you get old,” Gackt said as he leaned closer to You again, but ensured that his voice was loud enough for Chacha to hear.
Chacha bobbed out his tongue at Gackt but decided not to comment. “I forgot the toast! I don’t have a drink now either…” he said before quickly swiping an equally lurid cocktail from Junji’s hands, completely ignoring the protest from the other man. “What shall we drink to?”
Gackt adjusted his position until he was on his knees, seiza style and lifted his glass into the air. “To the completion of a successful tour. To friends, family, annoying lead guitarists and to loved ones. Cheers!”
As the sounds of “cheers!” and clinking glasses echoed around the small private room, You couldn’t stop the red flush that had spread across his cheeks. If anyone had asked him he’d blame it on the alcohol but maybe that wasn’t entirely true. After all, the flush and the heat that was travelling through his bloodstream had only begun when Gackt had stared at him from under those heavy, mascara covered eyelashes of his and had uttered the words “loved ones”.
TBC
Chapter notes
Notes -
1) an izakaya is a type of Japanese bar that also serves a big range of food. It’s a popular place for groups to eat together. Larger groups will usually get their own room and you can reserve these ahead of time.
2) in Japan, Gackt does travel in a separate mini-van to the rest of the band. No tour buses for everyone like they had in Europe
Previous part - Prologue -斬 ～ZAN～
Next part - NINE SPIRAL
Author - unwritten_ideas
Beta - write_my_dreams
Rating - eventual NC-17, this part PG-13
Word Count - 1,801 (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?
The first night of the tour is over, and it’s time to celebrate.
Tokyo - June 10th
The first show was over. It had passed in a blur of fire, heat and energy that at times had threatened to sweep Gackt up and knock him off his feet, but he’d stood tall. He was tired, he could feel the familiar aches that were reserved only for lives creeping into his knees, back and throat, but he was happy and still slightly buzzing from the success of the show.
Any tiredness that had slowed Gackt down as he dragged himself off the stage and into the cramped shower that the Tokyo Zepp had deemed satisfactory for his dressing room had dissipated under a heavy jet of hot steam and a relaxing minivan ride to a local, but high class and discreet izakaya - the venue for the after show celebrations.
As usual the band had left the Zepp before him in their minivan. Gackt had barely had a chance to speak to any of them before bodyguards and staff members had begun hovering around him, all waiting with open arms and discreetly hidden icepacks just in case his tired body decided to give out on him again. He’d made it through the throngs of people with no threat of collapse but the delay and repeated reassurances that yes, he really was okay and no, he didn’t need to either sit or lie down had resulted in missing his band.
His only company in the minivan was his senior bodyguard; an American ex-marine named Chad who had been with him longer than Gackt could remember, but could still barely speak to him as he maintained a constant state of awareness and focus that left no room for distractions such as conversations. Gackt never knew whether to be awed at Chad’s dedication or annoyed that he couldn’t practice his English with him. The ever present Kazuya was also there, his face pressed against one of the blackened windows as he snored softly although Gackt was at a loss as to why Kazuya was so tired. Kazuya’s only work had consisted of counting and moving water bottles after all, the least he could have done is stayed awake to entertain his boss.
Just as Gackt was considering waking Kazuya up in whichever way he could think of that was the most painful, the van came to a halt and Chad sprang into action, checking that the coast was clear before quickly ushering Gackt inside the izakaya.
The drinks were already flowing and the food had already been served as Gackt joined the party, folding his long legs underneath himself as he took the space at the head of the table that had no doubt been reserved for him. A drink was pressed into his hand, whiskey on the rocks, no mixer, and a plate of fried and battered somethings pushed in his direction. The drink he was grateful for, but the food was pushed back to the centre of the table.
“Try this instead.”
This time the plate that was pushed in front of him was full of healthy colour - of reds and greens and meat that was lean, unfried and unbattered. A pair of chopsticks and a little saucer full of dressing for the meat were handed to him and Gackt happily began to eat.
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” You smiled from his seat next to Gackt. “I didn’t think you’d eat the fried fish tails. I think it’s supposed to be a whole fish in there, but it tastes like someone already ate the fish and just left the tails and heads behind.”
“Sounds lovely.”
“Doesn’t it just? Only the best for Gackt right?”
Gackt smiled at his friend and lay his chopsticks down onto the plate before him. “How do you think the live went?”
You rolled his eyes. "Not now, Gaku. Leave the autopsy until the morning and relax.”
“Yes," Gackt agreed. "I guess we should take this time to relax… Do you think the crowd liked ‘EVER’? I was a little worried about how they’d like the intro…”
“Gackt,” You said, his voice dropping an octave to try and make the formality of dropping the usual nickname as threatening and forceful as it was when Chacha tried the same trick. He could tell by the slight smirk on Gackt’s face that he hadn’t been successful.
"The crowd loved the intro. The live was great. We were great. The entire audience orgasmed on the spot when you ripped off your shirt. It was a success. Now can we leave work until the morning and enjoy our battered fish tails in peace?”
“The crowd orgasmed?” Gackt asked, his smirk widening, “even the men?”
“Especially the men,” You smiled, laughing to himself silently as he knew that out of everything he’d said, Gackt was bound to have pounced on that part. “They’d have to have been dead from the waist down not to have done so.”
"I like making men orgasm. I’ve been told I’m very good at it,” Gackt said, barely keeping the smile from his lips as he ate the last pieces of finely cooked beef on his plate.
You had no such control and laughed brightly. “I’m sure you’re good at a lot of things.”
"And I’m adding to the list everyday…” Gackt poked at the rapidly wilting salad that still lay on his plate before pushing it one side. “Did I make all of the men orgasm?”
You laughed. “All of them.”
“Do you include yourself in that?”
Any response You had was effectively cut off by the dull sound of a chopstick hitting an empty glass. It didn’t take long for You to locate the source of the noise as Chachamaru stood up, glass in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He was a little unsteady on his feet, the izakaya’s signature cocktails obviously wreaking havoc on his small frame already, but Chacha, band leader, friend and sometime mother to the ungrateful band of spoiled brats that was GacktJob, still commanded everyone’s attention.
“One show down!” Chacha exclaimed with a flourish, pausing dramatically to allow his words to hang in the air and sink into the minds of everyone who was staring at him with rapt attention.
You leaned closer to Gackt and whispered, “er, should we be shouting ‘osu’ to this too?”
Gackt leaned back onto his hands, the slight stretch helping to work out some of the kinks in his back. “Save it for the shows. You can shout whatever you like at Cha and the more offensive you make it, the better.”
“One show down,” Chacha repeated.
“Don’t be so mean, Gaku,” You said, “besides, you know as well as I do that nobody can be as creatively mean with their insults as Cha can be. If I start shouting insults at him again it’ll just turn into another Fukuoka.”
Gackt stifled a laugh as Chacha continued his speech, thanking the band and crew in a way that only Chacha could. He remembered Fukuoka. He remembered the good natured but very loud and insulting argument that had ensued between Chacha and You as each had tried to out do the other with the inventiveness and vileness of their insults until they’d all been thrown out of the izakaya they had descended upon that night. It was the kind of competition that only the best and closest friends could have without it turning to blows and Gackt felt blessed to be able to count two such unique individuals as friends.
“I don’t think I could cope with another Fukuoka. I’m not drunk enough for that yet,” Gackt smiled, shifting closer to You so that they could continue their conversation quietly without distracting those around them.
“Yeah, I don’t want to get thrown out again. I like this izakaya.”
“Even if they do serve fish tails?”
You laughed. “Even if they do serve fish tails.”
It took a few moments for Gackt to notice, but eventually the lack of Chacha’s voice or any background noise at all reached his ears. He glanced around the table at the smiling faces of his most trusted crew members and the wicked grins of Junji and Chirolyn and soon recognised that all of the smiles and grins were directed at him and You.
“Have you two finished yet?!” Chacha asked. “You’re interrupting my speech. If you want to whisper sweet nothings to each other then get a room. I swear, you’re worse than a pair of newlyweds some days…”
You uttered a sheepish apology, his face reddening as he hadn’t realised that his conversation with Gackt had been that distracting. He knew how hard Chacha worked to make Job sound as tight and good as they did and felt a little guilty for interrupting Chacha’s moment. Gackt, on the other hand, felt no such shame and was instead grinning at Chacha with a confidence and smirk that only he could get away with.
“Well, technically I’m paying for this room, so I could just ask you all to leave,” Gackt began until one fierce look from Chacha almost made him want to hide under the table and apologise profusely, “but I won’t. I can control myself. Please continue, Cha.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I’d finished my speech anyway,” Cha said, grinning broadly at Gackt as he sat back down and finished his brightly coloured cocktail.
“You’re a bastard sometimes, Cha. Did you know that?” Gackt asked.
“I know,” Cha smiled. “Someone has to keep your ass in line though.” Cha relaxed back into his seat for a few seconds but then jumped back to his feet. “Ah! I forgot something important!”
“That’s what happens when you get old,” Gackt said as he leaned closer to You again, but ensured that his voice was loud enough for Chacha to hear.
Chacha bobbed out his tongue at Gackt but decided not to comment. “I forgot the toast! I don’t have a drink now either…” he said before quickly swiping an equally lurid cocktail from Junji’s hands, completely ignoring the protest from the other man. “What shall we drink to?”
Gackt adjusted his position until he was on his knees, seiza style and lifted his glass into the air. “To the completion of a successful tour. To friends, family, annoying lead guitarists and to loved ones. Cheers!”
As the sounds of “cheers!” and clinking glasses echoed around the small private room, You couldn’t stop the red flush that had spread across his cheeks. If anyone had asked him he’d blame it on the alcohol but maybe that wasn’t entirely true. After all, the flush and the heat that was travelling through his bloodstream had only begun when Gackt had stared at him from under those heavy, mascara covered eyelashes of his and had uttered the words “loved ones”.
TBC
Chapter notes
Notes -
1) an izakaya is a type of Japanese bar that also serves a big range of food. It’s a popular place for groups to eat together. Larger groups will usually get their own room and you can reserve these ahead of time.
2) in Japan, Gackt does travel in a separate mini-van to the rest of the band. No tour buses for everyone like they had in Europe
Previous part - Prologue -斬 ～ZAN～
Next part - NINE SPIRAL