A vision of you - chapter 2
Here goes nothing. Hope there's enough in my head for this new chapter. Otherwise, I'm gonna leave it to bathe in the sun for a while.
Pairing :Gackt X You
Rating : PG 13 , I guess
Warnings : hints of manXman love?
Genre: AU, ignore every single historical detail you know about their real lives, what I write here is all a lie
Disclaimer : I do not own no one ; loved to though
Summary : what happens when you know you need to find something but have no idea who or why or where? Can a dream help? Or is it in the end just fate?
Comments are loved..
Chapter 2
One should never get ahead of himself, thinking a problem is solved just because it started showing it's ugly head for a tiny-winy amount of time. Chances are it will come back even worse. That's kind of what happened to Gackt. Exactly when he thought that he could get a good night's rest (well, at least the couple of hours his perfectionist self allowed him to get every night), things started taking a change or the worst. Yes, his dream was back...
Precisely a week after the talk with ChaCha and after not having found one decent violinist to match his expectations, which were indeed very high. But hey, he was one of the most loved singers and actors and models and men...well, one gets the idea, in all of Japan, so of course he had big expectations...
Well, for one week ChaCha had tried his best to find him a violinist. And Gackt had really tried to listen to the ones playing, but it never sounded right... So, after one week, still no violinist or improvement on the song, he was coming back home one night after hearing another "really good musician", disappointed again, slightly cursing himself and his dream when all of the sudden it started raining. One of those summer rains that just comes and goes but while it's raining it can soak you to your bones i just a couple of seconds. Well, Gackt didn't mind the rain, he actually loved the sound of the drops, the clean smell, the clouded sky, and he was in his car, so he didn't have to worry about a col the next day...he liked the rain so he just closed his eyes trying to enjoy the moment when this time, although he was quite awake, the dream came back again. Maybe vision is a better term for it since he was awake after all...
...............
He could feel it was the same forest, only this time there was no sun shining through the trees, just a soft rain and the gentle wind and the lake whose surface was covered in tiny ripples. Only this time there was no violin, no sound, as if time ha stopped. And his heart was doing those strange movements again, constricting in his chest, not allowing him to even move. He just had to concentrate on breathing. And the silence was deafening him. So he just slumped near the lake, allowing the drops of rain to cool his skin, looking at the ripples and the now gray lake. Why was he here and why was there no violin. The lake had no answer. And the rain just kept falling...
...............
Gackt opened his eyes and there he was again, in his car, staring at the seat of the driver. This time something was seriously wrong. Did the dream mean he had no more time? But what more could he do? He had tried searching high and low. Nothing had worked. Had he found him between the violinists he had already listened to but somehow failed to recognize him? What more could he do? And outside his window the rain just kept falling...
He got home, to his dark room and lonely house. Usually, he didn't think of it as lonely. He really liked his house, it was comfortable, and it represented him, mysterious and impenetrable to others but him. But this time he was just tired. Tired of not managing to complete the song, tired with all the weirdness that had been popping up in his life, tired of some damned vision messing up his life and just lonely...So he did what he usually did, stood in front of the piano and started singing, the same song, as if calling for someone. Maybe that is what the vision was all about, calling for someone.
Where are you? Gackt thought, lost in his own world when the phone started ringing and he reluctantly picked up.
"Hi, ChaCha, what's up? Found me another one?"
"Well, not exactly, actually there is this guy that says he wants to talk with you and although I know you hate to be bothered and he seems bothersome enough, I can't get him to tell me what this is about. Mind if you listened to him and get him off my back? I can't get him to get the fuck off my back since he's the damned conductor of the Tokyo Philarmonic Orchestra for heaven's sake."
"Ok, give me the number.", an irritated Gact answered.
After ending the conversation with ChaCha, Gackt punched the numbers.
"Hello, Tekimura-san, this is Gackt. I understand there is something you wanted to talk with me and could not confide in my closest partner."
"Well, yes, Gackt, actually I just wanted to talk with you personally since it seems it is quite important for you to find the perfect violinist."
Gackt just rolled his eyes over his head. This man was even more self conceited than he had imagined. He's probably gonna introduce me to Japan's most promising violinist that just happens to be his son-in-law or something like that...
"Hello, Gackt-san, are you still there?"
"Why yes, sorry for that, I was just considering what an immense coincidence that even Tekimura-san would know of my little quest."
"Well, Gackt, after all, you are Japan's top entertainer and like I said I really want you to meet this person."
"I'd be more than glad to... When is it convenient for you, Tekimura-san?"
"Do you happen to be free tomorrow?"
While thinking: Hell I'm not, I can't even imagine the ammounts of free time you have on your hands or how desperate you are...But..., Gackt answered:
"Why it so happens I had to reschedule tomorrow's photoshoot so yes I have a couple of free hours during lunch."
"Perfect. Mind meeting me here, at the Philarmonic?"
"Not at all. Is 2 o'clock ok with you, Tekimura-san?"
"Yes, it's perfect, Gackt-san. See you then."
Just perfect. When will this be over with?, Gackt thought.
A/N Oh, and guys, help me out a bit here. I need a real family name for You. Does anyone know his family name? Well, if not, I wonder if it's ok if I use a family name another fanfic writer used in one of her fics. Thanks for the help and of course for reading this.
Pairing :Gackt X You
Rating : PG 13 , I guess
Warnings : hints of manXman love?
Genre: AU, ignore every single historical detail you know about their real lives, what I write here is all a lie
Disclaimer : I do not own no one ; loved to though
Summary : what happens when you know you need to find something but have no idea who or why or where? Can a dream help? Or is it in the end just fate?
Comments are loved..
Chapter 2
One should never get ahead of himself, thinking a problem is solved just because it started showing it's ugly head for a tiny-winy amount of time. Chances are it will come back even worse. That's kind of what happened to Gackt. Exactly when he thought that he could get a good night's rest (well, at least the couple of hours his perfectionist self allowed him to get every night), things started taking a change or the worst. Yes, his dream was back...
Precisely a week after the talk with ChaCha and after not having found one decent violinist to match his expectations, which were indeed very high. But hey, he was one of the most loved singers and actors and models and men...well, one gets the idea, in all of Japan, so of course he had big expectations...
Well, for one week ChaCha had tried his best to find him a violinist. And Gackt had really tried to listen to the ones playing, but it never sounded right... So, after one week, still no violinist or improvement on the song, he was coming back home one night after hearing another "really good musician", disappointed again, slightly cursing himself and his dream when all of the sudden it started raining. One of those summer rains that just comes and goes but while it's raining it can soak you to your bones i just a couple of seconds. Well, Gackt didn't mind the rain, he actually loved the sound of the drops, the clean smell, the clouded sky, and he was in his car, so he didn't have to worry about a col the next day...he liked the rain so he just closed his eyes trying to enjoy the moment when this time, although he was quite awake, the dream came back again. Maybe vision is a better term for it since he was awake after all...
...............
He could feel it was the same forest, only this time there was no sun shining through the trees, just a soft rain and the gentle wind and the lake whose surface was covered in tiny ripples. Only this time there was no violin, no sound, as if time ha stopped. And his heart was doing those strange movements again, constricting in his chest, not allowing him to even move. He just had to concentrate on breathing. And the silence was deafening him. So he just slumped near the lake, allowing the drops of rain to cool his skin, looking at the ripples and the now gray lake. Why was he here and why was there no violin. The lake had no answer. And the rain just kept falling...
...............
Gackt opened his eyes and there he was again, in his car, staring at the seat of the driver. This time something was seriously wrong. Did the dream mean he had no more time? But what more could he do? He had tried searching high and low. Nothing had worked. Had he found him between the violinists he had already listened to but somehow failed to recognize him? What more could he do? And outside his window the rain just kept falling...
He got home, to his dark room and lonely house. Usually, he didn't think of it as lonely. He really liked his house, it was comfortable, and it represented him, mysterious and impenetrable to others but him. But this time he was just tired. Tired of not managing to complete the song, tired with all the weirdness that had been popping up in his life, tired of some damned vision messing up his life and just lonely...So he did what he usually did, stood in front of the piano and started singing, the same song, as if calling for someone. Maybe that is what the vision was all about, calling for someone.
Where are you? Gackt thought, lost in his own world when the phone started ringing and he reluctantly picked up.
"Hi, ChaCha, what's up? Found me another one?"
"Well, not exactly, actually there is this guy that says he wants to talk with you and although I know you hate to be bothered and he seems bothersome enough, I can't get him to tell me what this is about. Mind if you listened to him and get him off my back? I can't get him to get the fuck off my back since he's the damned conductor of the Tokyo Philarmonic Orchestra for heaven's sake."
"Ok, give me the number.", an irritated Gact answered.
After ending the conversation with ChaCha, Gackt punched the numbers.
"Hello, Tekimura-san, this is Gackt. I understand there is something you wanted to talk with me and could not confide in my closest partner."
"Well, yes, Gackt, actually I just wanted to talk with you personally since it seems it is quite important for you to find the perfect violinist."
Gackt just rolled his eyes over his head. This man was even more self conceited than he had imagined. He's probably gonna introduce me to Japan's most promising violinist that just happens to be his son-in-law or something like that...
"Hello, Gackt-san, are you still there?"
"Why yes, sorry for that, I was just considering what an immense coincidence that even Tekimura-san would know of my little quest."
"Well, Gackt, after all, you are Japan's top entertainer and like I said I really want you to meet this person."
"I'd be more than glad to... When is it convenient for you, Tekimura-san?"
"Do you happen to be free tomorrow?"
While thinking: Hell I'm not, I can't even imagine the ammounts of free time you have on your hands or how desperate you are...But..., Gackt answered:
"Why it so happens I had to reschedule tomorrow's photoshoot so yes I have a couple of free hours during lunch."
"Perfect. Mind meeting me here, at the Philarmonic?"
"Not at all. Is 2 o'clock ok with you, Tekimura-san?"
"Yes, it's perfect, Gackt-san. See you then."
Just perfect. When will this be over with?, Gackt thought.
A/N Oh, and guys, help me out a bit here. I need a real family name for You. Does anyone know his family name? Well, if not, I wonder if it's ok if I use a family name another fanfic writer used in one of her fics. Thanks for the help and of course for reading this.