December Challenge 12 - The Photoshoot
December Challenge 12
Title - The Photoshoot
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 1,144
Pairing - none
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt is shooting his first photobooks and he asks You to be photographed with him - aka another time when You said yes to Gackt but probably should have said no
Notes - set in the very early days of Gackt's solo career
You’s day of relaxation and important tasks such as finishing that bowl of ramen he’d made last night, was interrupted by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. He put the remote control for the television set on the table and stood from the comfortable couch, slowly making his way across Gackt’s living room in order to answer the phone.
Being Gackt’s unpaid and unappreciated personal secretary had been part of the job description for You ever since he’d taken up the other man’s offer of staying at his house. You had no place to stay in Tokyo and his move had been so sudden thanks to Gackt’s insistence that his solo activities had to be based in Tokyo, that is, after the trip to America was concluded, that You hadn’t had time to find an apartment of his own that he both liked and could afford. Staying with Gackt had made sense.
Although You really wished the phone wouldn’t ring as much.
“Hello?” he stated into the receiver, glad that he had managed to catch the call before the answer machine kicked in.
“You-kun,” Gackt’s voice was loud and clear over the line, “I want you to do something for me.”
No greeting, no enquiry about his day… just straight to business. You both admired and hated how driven Gackt had become since he’d become famous. “What is it, Gaku?”
“It’s for these photobooks I’m shooting.”
Oh yes. The photobooks. Plural. Most new artists would wait before releasing a photobook but Gackt being Gackt, he wasn’t just releasing one book but two, despite the fact that the debut album still existed nowhere other than in Gackt’s crazy mind. You had run his amateur photographer’s eye over some of the proposed locations and shoots and had barely suppressed the loud groan and eye roll that they had caused. Gackt had said that they didn’t need to be a visual band, that he was going to leave the heavy make up, fancy outfits and pseudo French gothicness behind alongside the ghost of Malice Mizer, yet there it was, spread across enough photos to fill two photobooks.
Two photobooks!
“Do you need me to go to the store and get another petticoat?” You joked.
“I don’t think they make then in your size, You-kun,” Gackt joked back. “No, I want you in some of the photos with me. Masa too.”
You nearly dropped the phone. “I’m not wearing any of those outfits. You may be happy to dress up as the Japanese Dracula but I’m not as shameless as you.”
Gackt laughed. “I promise that there will be no vampire outfits for you.”
“And nothing that itches or looks like Marie Antoinette might have worn it either.”
“Okay, no French aristocracy or itchy clothes either, You-kun. It’ll be something a lot more… natural.”
“Good! I…” You paused. He didn’t like the tone in Gackt’s voice. “What do you mean, ‘natural’?”
“The outfit will be the most natural and comfortable outfit you own,” Gackt answered cryptically.
You looked down at the black sweats that he was wearing, undoubtedly the most comfortable clothing in his wardrobe, and knew that they would never see a professional camera. What was Gackt talking about? “I don’t understand.”
“We have all of these vampire photos,” Gackt said, mimicking the same tone of distaste that had entered You’s voice when he spoke of vampires earlier, “that show strength so the photographer and I want some photos that show vulnerability.”
“And….?” You prompted.
“I also want to show the fans that I’m comfortable with my situation now and with the band I have so I thought, why not combine the two ideas? Show vulnerability, but comfort? That’s why I need you and Masa.”
“You still haven’t told me about this outfit,” You said as a painful sinking feeling took hold of his stomach.
Gackt paused for a few seconds. “We’ll be naked, You. Nothing is more vulnerable than naked skin.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“No….”
“No, Gackt, you really are. I knew the day would come someday but I expected it in a few years time. We can’t do a naked photoshoot. There are laws against that.”
“There are laws against what you show in the photos, You-kun. The cameras will stay above the waist,” Gackt stated, before adding an afterthought. “Mainly.”
“Mainly?” You exclaimed. “And what exactly are we going to be doing in these photos?”
“We haven’t decided on poses yet…”
“Gackt,” You said with a hint of warning in his voice, “of course you have. You’re not going to have scheduled this shoot without knowing exactly what you’re shooting.”
“Well, we thought,” Gackt said, nervousness starting to creep into his voice, “that we’d kinda… hold each other… and maybe… feed each other things…”
“While naked,” You added. “You mean we’ll hold each while naked and feed each other while naked.”
“It’ll be artistic!”
“Artistic?.”
“Yes,” Gackt said, “the photos will be black and white and we have a beautiful bed set up for the shoot. It’ll be classy and loving.”
You sighed. He should never have picked up the phone. “It sounds like a cheap porn movie.”
“I’d never do anything cheap,” Gackt denied.
“Have you spoken to Masa yet?” You asked, ignoring the fact that Gackt had only denied the cheap part of You’s comment and not the porn movie part.
“Not yet,” Gackt replied. “I thought I’d better ask you first.”
Yes, You thought, because Masa would jump at the chance to get you naked. “And if I say no?”
“I’ll be very sad and will wonder why my best friend in the whole wide world doesn’t trust me enough to feed me grapes while we’re both naked.”
“Oh, Gackt,” You sighed. Trust the man to both make him feel guilty and remind him of the ridiculousness of the request all in one sentence. “Feed you grapes? It sounds like I’ll be your slave.”
“It’ll be erotic,” Gackt answered.
“I thought you said earlier it would be artistic, not erotic.”
Gackt chuckled guiltily. “Artistic, erotic… I always get those two mixed up. Please You-kun, for me?”
You could practically hear Gackt batting his eyelashes at him down the phone. “I hate you sometimes….” You said, the smile on his face as he spoke evident in his voice.
“No you don’t,” Gackt said cheerfully. “Your life would be dull without me. So, are you willing to get naked with me?”
Did he have a choice? “Yes, I’ll get naked with you.”
“Great!” Gackt exclaimed. “The photos will be the highlight of the photobooks, you’ll see!”
And with that Gackt hung up, no doubt so that he could call Masa and ask the same favour of the other guitarist.
You sat back down on the same couch as before. He really needed to learn how to say ‘no’ to Gackt.
~owari
Title - The Photoshoot
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 1,144
Pairing - none
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt is shooting his first photobooks and he asks You to be photographed with him - aka another time when You said yes to Gackt but probably should have said no
Notes - set in the very early days of Gackt's solo career
You’s day of relaxation and important tasks such as finishing that bowl of ramen he’d made last night, was interrupted by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. He put the remote control for the television set on the table and stood from the comfortable couch, slowly making his way across Gackt’s living room in order to answer the phone.
Being Gackt’s unpaid and unappreciated personal secretary had been part of the job description for You ever since he’d taken up the other man’s offer of staying at his house. You had no place to stay in Tokyo and his move had been so sudden thanks to Gackt’s insistence that his solo activities had to be based in Tokyo, that is, after the trip to America was concluded, that You hadn’t had time to find an apartment of his own that he both liked and could afford. Staying with Gackt had made sense.
Although You really wished the phone wouldn’t ring as much.
“Hello?” he stated into the receiver, glad that he had managed to catch the call before the answer machine kicked in.
“You-kun,” Gackt’s voice was loud and clear over the line, “I want you to do something for me.”
No greeting, no enquiry about his day… just straight to business. You both admired and hated how driven Gackt had become since he’d become famous. “What is it, Gaku?”
“It’s for these photobooks I’m shooting.”
Oh yes. The photobooks. Plural. Most new artists would wait before releasing a photobook but Gackt being Gackt, he wasn’t just releasing one book but two, despite the fact that the debut album still existed nowhere other than in Gackt’s crazy mind. You had run his amateur photographer’s eye over some of the proposed locations and shoots and had barely suppressed the loud groan and eye roll that they had caused. Gackt had said that they didn’t need to be a visual band, that he was going to leave the heavy make up, fancy outfits and pseudo French gothicness behind alongside the ghost of Malice Mizer, yet there it was, spread across enough photos to fill two photobooks.
Two photobooks!
“Do you need me to go to the store and get another petticoat?” You joked.
“I don’t think they make then in your size, You-kun,” Gackt joked back. “No, I want you in some of the photos with me. Masa too.”
You nearly dropped the phone. “I’m not wearing any of those outfits. You may be happy to dress up as the Japanese Dracula but I’m not as shameless as you.”
Gackt laughed. “I promise that there will be no vampire outfits for you.”
“And nothing that itches or looks like Marie Antoinette might have worn it either.”
“Okay, no French aristocracy or itchy clothes either, You-kun. It’ll be something a lot more… natural.”
“Good! I…” You paused. He didn’t like the tone in Gackt’s voice. “What do you mean, ‘natural’?”
“The outfit will be the most natural and comfortable outfit you own,” Gackt answered cryptically.
You looked down at the black sweats that he was wearing, undoubtedly the most comfortable clothing in his wardrobe, and knew that they would never see a professional camera. What was Gackt talking about? “I don’t understand.”
“We have all of these vampire photos,” Gackt said, mimicking the same tone of distaste that had entered You’s voice when he spoke of vampires earlier, “that show strength so the photographer and I want some photos that show vulnerability.”
“And….?” You prompted.
“I also want to show the fans that I’m comfortable with my situation now and with the band I have so I thought, why not combine the two ideas? Show vulnerability, but comfort? That’s why I need you and Masa.”
“You still haven’t told me about this outfit,” You said as a painful sinking feeling took hold of his stomach.
Gackt paused for a few seconds. “We’ll be naked, You. Nothing is more vulnerable than naked skin.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“No….”
“No, Gackt, you really are. I knew the day would come someday but I expected it in a few years time. We can’t do a naked photoshoot. There are laws against that.”
“There are laws against what you show in the photos, You-kun. The cameras will stay above the waist,” Gackt stated, before adding an afterthought. “Mainly.”
“Mainly?” You exclaimed. “And what exactly are we going to be doing in these photos?”
“We haven’t decided on poses yet…”
“Gackt,” You said with a hint of warning in his voice, “of course you have. You’re not going to have scheduled this shoot without knowing exactly what you’re shooting.”
“Well, we thought,” Gackt said, nervousness starting to creep into his voice, “that we’d kinda… hold each other… and maybe… feed each other things…”
“While naked,” You added. “You mean we’ll hold each while naked and feed each other while naked.”
“It’ll be artistic!”
“Artistic?.”
“Yes,” Gackt said, “the photos will be black and white and we have a beautiful bed set up for the shoot. It’ll be classy and loving.”
You sighed. He should never have picked up the phone. “It sounds like a cheap porn movie.”
“I’d never do anything cheap,” Gackt denied.
“Have you spoken to Masa yet?” You asked, ignoring the fact that Gackt had only denied the cheap part of You’s comment and not the porn movie part.
“Not yet,” Gackt replied. “I thought I’d better ask you first.”
Yes, You thought, because Masa would jump at the chance to get you naked. “And if I say no?”
“I’ll be very sad and will wonder why my best friend in the whole wide world doesn’t trust me enough to feed me grapes while we’re both naked.”
“Oh, Gackt,” You sighed. Trust the man to both make him feel guilty and remind him of the ridiculousness of the request all in one sentence. “Feed you grapes? It sounds like I’ll be your slave.”
“It’ll be erotic,” Gackt answered.
“I thought you said earlier it would be artistic, not erotic.”
Gackt chuckled guiltily. “Artistic, erotic… I always get those two mixed up. Please You-kun, for me?”
You could practically hear Gackt batting his eyelashes at him down the phone. “I hate you sometimes….” You said, the smile on his face as he spoke evident in his voice.
“No you don’t,” Gackt said cheerfully. “Your life would be dull without me. So, are you willing to get naked with me?”
Did he have a choice? “Yes, I’ll get naked with you.”
“Great!” Gackt exclaimed. “The photos will be the highlight of the photobooks, you’ll see!”
And with that Gackt hung up, no doubt so that he could call Masa and ask the same favour of the other guitarist.
You sat back down on the same couch as before. He really needed to learn how to say ‘no’ to Gackt.
~owari