[one-shot] Takumi Gets Rejected #5
Title: Takumi Gets Rejected #5
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Takumi/Gackt (one-sided)
Rating: PG
Summary: The injustice against Takumi still continues.
Notes: I almost feel bad for Takumi at this point. Almost.
Something had put Takumi’s idol in a foul mood and the guitarist had spent all morning trying to put a smile on the singer’s gorgeous face to no avail. He had even let Gackt put him through an extra set of torturous morning exercises, but the singer had completed the Hell Ball counts without his normally delightful do-S laughter.
The singer went the whole day with a scowl disrupting his expression, ignoring all of Takumi’s efforts turn his frown upside down, like the guitarist’s attempts to lure the singer out for a drive with dropped totally non-specific comments about how it was a beautiful day for a Starbucks run while singing karaoke in a Lamborghini. But, even that didn’t work.
At dusk, Takumi found himself sitting out by the pool. Nearby, Gackt was tapping furiously away on the keys of his Macbook and Takumi felt his heart break a little when the singer let out a hard exhale and then slammed the laptop shut. “I can’t concentrate!”
Takumi closed out the Instagram page on his phone (Gackt’s, of course) and then turned his full attention to the singer before him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just… I don’t know. Frustrated.”
“Why?” Takumi leaned forward inquisitively. Whatever it was, he would go to the ends of the Earth to fix it! Or further! To the ends of Mars! Bring it on!
“I feel like I should be doing something. Sato’s off running around the States. Yuki’s heading off to China. You’s so busy flirting with Michi that he won’t even answer my Lines in a timely manner. Even Val’s off all day with his English classes… And what am I doing? Sitting around the pool?”
“We could go out…”
“But, I like sitting around the pool,” the singer admitted. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a proper chance to relax? It’s just weird, you know? After so long.”
“So… what do you want to do?” Takumi wasn’t sure what the singer wanted.
“I don’t know. Maybe I need something to release some of these pent up feelings.”
“Like what?”
“Hmmm….” Gackt mused and then his eyes turned in Takumi’s direction. “A kiss would be nice.”
Takumi’s heart pretty much stopped then and there. He was dead, he was certain of it. Put him in that Diabolos coffin and bury him because he had died and gone to the heaven reserved for those that got the privilege of kissing Gackt’s lips and his time to ascend had finally come.
All that Takumi’s ghost was aware of was how intense Gackt’s gaze was, the singer staring straight toward the guitarist, reaching out to him with those beautiful jewelry-laden fingers. “Come here, honey,” Gackt all but purred and Takumi all but fell over himself in his attempt to leap from his seat into Gackt’s open arms.
No sooner had Takumi reached the singer than did one of Gackt’s hands settle on his chest and then quickly push him aside in favor of leaning down to scoop up Angie into his arms.
“Oh, sweetie, did you come out to cheer me up?” Gackt cooed to the tiny dog as he lifted her to his face. “Give me a kiss.” Angie obeyed, cutely licking at the singer’s chin and lips, making him laugh and scold her playfully as if he had not just invited her to do exactly that. “Come on, let’s go find your siblings.” Gackt stood up, carrying his dog ever so delicately.
Takumi watched in disbelief as Angie’s tiny face peeked back at him from Gackt’s arms, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, sticking out at Takumi in a surprisingly deliberate manner.
“…That bitch.”
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A/N: I wonder if Takumi will ever get his kiss...
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Takumi/Gackt (one-sided)
Rating: PG
Summary: The injustice against Takumi still continues.
Notes: I almost feel bad for Takumi at this point. Almost.
Something had put Takumi’s idol in a foul mood and the guitarist had spent all morning trying to put a smile on the singer’s gorgeous face to no avail. He had even let Gackt put him through an extra set of torturous morning exercises, but the singer had completed the Hell Ball counts without his normally delightful do-S laughter.
The singer went the whole day with a scowl disrupting his expression, ignoring all of Takumi’s efforts turn his frown upside down, like the guitarist’s attempts to lure the singer out for a drive with dropped totally non-specific comments about how it was a beautiful day for a Starbucks run while singing karaoke in a Lamborghini. But, even that didn’t work.
At dusk, Takumi found himself sitting out by the pool. Nearby, Gackt was tapping furiously away on the keys of his Macbook and Takumi felt his heart break a little when the singer let out a hard exhale and then slammed the laptop shut. “I can’t concentrate!”
Takumi closed out the Instagram page on his phone (Gackt’s, of course) and then turned his full attention to the singer before him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just… I don’t know. Frustrated.”
“Why?” Takumi leaned forward inquisitively. Whatever it was, he would go to the ends of the Earth to fix it! Or further! To the ends of Mars! Bring it on!
“I feel like I should be doing something. Sato’s off running around the States. Yuki’s heading off to China. You’s so busy flirting with Michi that he won’t even answer my Lines in a timely manner. Even Val’s off all day with his English classes… And what am I doing? Sitting around the pool?”
“We could go out…”
“But, I like sitting around the pool,” the singer admitted. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a proper chance to relax? It’s just weird, you know? After so long.”
“So… what do you want to do?” Takumi wasn’t sure what the singer wanted.
“I don’t know. Maybe I need something to release some of these pent up feelings.”
“Like what?”
“Hmmm….” Gackt mused and then his eyes turned in Takumi’s direction. “A kiss would be nice.”
Takumi’s heart pretty much stopped then and there. He was dead, he was certain of it. Put him in that Diabolos coffin and bury him because he had died and gone to the heaven reserved for those that got the privilege of kissing Gackt’s lips and his time to ascend had finally come.
All that Takumi’s ghost was aware of was how intense Gackt’s gaze was, the singer staring straight toward the guitarist, reaching out to him with those beautiful jewelry-laden fingers. “Come here, honey,” Gackt all but purred and Takumi all but fell over himself in his attempt to leap from his seat into Gackt’s open arms.
No sooner had Takumi reached the singer than did one of Gackt’s hands settle on his chest and then quickly push him aside in favor of leaning down to scoop up Angie into his arms.
“Oh, sweetie, did you come out to cheer me up?” Gackt cooed to the tiny dog as he lifted her to his face. “Give me a kiss.” Angie obeyed, cutely licking at the singer’s chin and lips, making him laugh and scold her playfully as if he had not just invited her to do exactly that. “Come on, let’s go find your siblings.” Gackt stood up, carrying his dog ever so delicately.
Takumi watched in disbelief as Angie’s tiny face peeked back at him from Gackt’s arms, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, sticking out at Takumi in a surprisingly deliberate manner.
“…That bitch.”
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A/N: I wonder if Takumi will ever get his kiss...