[Dec Advent] Day 18 - Takumi Gets Rejected #16
Title: Takumi Gets Rejected #16
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Takumi/Gackt (one-sided)
Characters: Takumi, Gackt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Takumi comes to the rescue and… we reach our conclusion?
Notes: I apologize ahead of time. Inspired by a conversation with pyroyale
The scream could be heard clear across the entire property. Actually, it could probably have been heard across the entire neighborhood. Or country. Actually, if Takumi had received a text from Chacha in Japan the next moment, saying something along the lines of ‘was that Gaku screaming just now?’ he would not have been surprised at the least.
And the scream did not stop. It kept going. Interrupted by some very loud and crude and very not-Japanese swear words, but then it kept going. Takumi was rather impressed that Gackt still seemed to remember all of the curses that Jon taught him some half-decade back.
Takumi tracked down the singer easily, finding him in the kitchen. Or more accurately, on top of the kitchen, if Takumi could describe it best. Gackt was huddled in a corner atop the large granite kitchen counter, feet pulled into his chest as he hugged himself. And screamed.
“What is it?” Takumi barely managed to cut in on Gackt’s panicked, nonsensical screams.
“Kill it! Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, Takumi! Kill it!”
Takumi looked around and saw nothing. Maybe the singer was hallucinating ghosts again? “Kill what, nii-san?”
“That vile, disgusting piece of ungodly-aaARGHH OH MY GOD TAKUMI KILL IT BEFORE IT GETS ANY CLOSER!”
Takumi saw it. On the floor, approaching the part of the kitchen counter that Gackt was attempting to hide on top of, was a brown cockroach. It wasn’t particularly large, nor particularly all that menacing, but at least its size told Takumi it was likely to be the only one that had wandered into the singer’s home and not a family that had nested somewhere inside. Gackt would probably burn the house down if that happened to be the case.
“Nii-san, it’s not that big of a dea-”
“Takumi, you KILL that thing right now or I swear I will kill you and then I’ll call Chacha and he’ll help me dispose of your body and no one will ever find it and I know that for a fact because I’ve seen that tiny pink-loving, cheetah-print wearing guitarist do some fucked up shit!”
That sounded like a proper threat. Takumi chose not to question the fact that one of Gackt’s longest-standing friends could help him carry out something like that.
Takumi looked around, trying to find something in the kitchen that he could use in order to ‘kill it’ just like Gackt demanded. He didn’t look for long because-
“TAKUMI IT’S COMING FOR ME!”
Oh, the things he put up with for love. Actually, he found a panicking Gackt quite endearing. Minus the threats on his life, of course.
"I SAID KILL IT!"
Takumi snatched up a copy of the most recent Kera magazine which was sitting on the nearby dining table (the one that featured Gackt in it, of course) and rolled it up, moving over to do just as Gackt requested, but then-
“Really, that one? I didn’t get a chance to read it yet.”
Suddenly Gackt seemed a lot calmer and slightly more reasonable as he questioned Takumi’s choice of deadly weapon.
Takumi paused and look up at him. “I’ll give you my copy, is that okay?”
“Okay, yes.”
Takumi closed in on the cockroach, crouching down over it as he raised the magazine up to bring it down swiftly atop the bug and-
“Oh my fucking god, Takumi, not in here!!”
Takumi forced himself to stop and snapped his head up to look at the singer, who was peeking over the countertop to watch. “What?!”
“Don’t kill it in here! What if its nasty little friends find out and come here for revenge?! Take it outside and KILL IT.”
Oh my fucking god Takumi indeed. Yes, the things he did for love… Using the magazine and his left hand, Takumi scooped up the cockroach-to more shrieks from Gackt-and quickly headed outside to finally, finally kill the thing.
Takumi threw out the magazine and washed his hands as soon as the deed was finished, heading back inside the house to inform the singer that he was safe, at the same time wondering how a cockroach had gotten inside because didn’t Gackt have the entire house and property treated for that exact sort of thing only recently and the company that did it had guaranteed that the treatment would last for severa-
Takumi’s thoughts could not reach their conclusion, because as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he was nearly knocked off his feet by the force of Gackt colliding with him. The singer gripped him in the tightest hug that Takumi had ever been in, clutching at him so hard that Takumi felt his ribs being compressed and all the air in his lungs squeezed out. “Gaku, I can’t breathe-”
“Takumi, you killed it! You’re amazing, you’re incredible, I can’t believe it, you knight in shining armor, I love you!”
In the next moment, Takumi’s lungs managed to take in some air as Gackt released him from the vice-grip embrace, only to have all that air knocked out again when Gackt grabbed his face and kissed him.
Takumi blinked.
And forgot to breathe.
Not like it mattered because there was no oxygen in his lungs anyway.
Nor in his brain.
But who cared because Gackt was kissing him.
He could die right then and be happy.
All his previous efforts and it all came about when he wasn’t even trying.
Gackt was kissing him and the world was perfect and Takumi could lose himself in that feeling of pure bliss that felt so much oddly like-
Takumi’s alarm clock blared.
He sat bolt up right in bed, the vision and the feeling of Gackt kissing him dissipating incredibly quickly and it wasn’t fucking fair!
Takumi slumped over and buried his face in his hands. That goddamn kiss was going to haunt him even in his dreams now?!
It was Takumi’s turn to scream.
“This is getting fucking ridiculous!”
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AN: That trope had to come by, didn't it? Takumi's adventure continues... maybe today! I need to catch up.
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Takumi/Gackt (one-sided)
Characters: Takumi, Gackt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Takumi comes to the rescue and… we reach our conclusion?
Notes: I apologize ahead of time. Inspired by a conversation with pyroyale
The scream could be heard clear across the entire property. Actually, it could probably have been heard across the entire neighborhood. Or country. Actually, if Takumi had received a text from Chacha in Japan the next moment, saying something along the lines of ‘was that Gaku screaming just now?’ he would not have been surprised at the least.
And the scream did not stop. It kept going. Interrupted by some very loud and crude and very not-Japanese swear words, but then it kept going. Takumi was rather impressed that Gackt still seemed to remember all of the curses that Jon taught him some half-decade back.
Takumi tracked down the singer easily, finding him in the kitchen. Or more accurately, on top of the kitchen, if Takumi could describe it best. Gackt was huddled in a corner atop the large granite kitchen counter, feet pulled into his chest as he hugged himself. And screamed.
“What is it?” Takumi barely managed to cut in on Gackt’s panicked, nonsensical screams.
“Kill it! Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, Takumi! Kill it!”
Takumi looked around and saw nothing. Maybe the singer was hallucinating ghosts again? “Kill what, nii-san?”
“That vile, disgusting piece of ungodly-aaARGHH OH MY GOD TAKUMI KILL IT BEFORE IT GETS ANY CLOSER!”
Takumi saw it. On the floor, approaching the part of the kitchen counter that Gackt was attempting to hide on top of, was a brown cockroach. It wasn’t particularly large, nor particularly all that menacing, but at least its size told Takumi it was likely to be the only one that had wandered into the singer’s home and not a family that had nested somewhere inside. Gackt would probably burn the house down if that happened to be the case.
“Nii-san, it’s not that big of a dea-”
“Takumi, you KILL that thing right now or I swear I will kill you and then I’ll call Chacha and he’ll help me dispose of your body and no one will ever find it and I know that for a fact because I’ve seen that tiny pink-loving, cheetah-print wearing guitarist do some fucked up shit!”
That sounded like a proper threat. Takumi chose not to question the fact that one of Gackt’s longest-standing friends could help him carry out something like that.
Takumi looked around, trying to find something in the kitchen that he could use in order to ‘kill it’ just like Gackt demanded. He didn’t look for long because-
“TAKUMI IT’S COMING FOR ME!”
Oh, the things he put up with for love. Actually, he found a panicking Gackt quite endearing. Minus the threats on his life, of course.
"I SAID KILL IT!"
Takumi snatched up a copy of the most recent Kera magazine which was sitting on the nearby dining table (the one that featured Gackt in it, of course) and rolled it up, moving over to do just as Gackt requested, but then-
“Really, that one? I didn’t get a chance to read it yet.”
Suddenly Gackt seemed a lot calmer and slightly more reasonable as he questioned Takumi’s choice of deadly weapon.
Takumi paused and look up at him. “I’ll give you my copy, is that okay?”
“Okay, yes.”
Takumi closed in on the cockroach, crouching down over it as he raised the magazine up to bring it down swiftly atop the bug and-
“Oh my fucking god, Takumi, not in here!!”
Takumi forced himself to stop and snapped his head up to look at the singer, who was peeking over the countertop to watch. “What?!”
“Don’t kill it in here! What if its nasty little friends find out and come here for revenge?! Take it outside and KILL IT.”
Oh my fucking god Takumi indeed. Yes, the things he did for love… Using the magazine and his left hand, Takumi scooped up the cockroach-to more shrieks from Gackt-and quickly headed outside to finally, finally kill the thing.
Takumi threw out the magazine and washed his hands as soon as the deed was finished, heading back inside the house to inform the singer that he was safe, at the same time wondering how a cockroach had gotten inside because didn’t Gackt have the entire house and property treated for that exact sort of thing only recently and the company that did it had guaranteed that the treatment would last for severa-
Takumi’s thoughts could not reach their conclusion, because as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he was nearly knocked off his feet by the force of Gackt colliding with him. The singer gripped him in the tightest hug that Takumi had ever been in, clutching at him so hard that Takumi felt his ribs being compressed and all the air in his lungs squeezed out. “Gaku, I can’t breathe-”
“Takumi, you killed it! You’re amazing, you’re incredible, I can’t believe it, you knight in shining armor, I love you!”
In the next moment, Takumi’s lungs managed to take in some air as Gackt released him from the vice-grip embrace, only to have all that air knocked out again when Gackt grabbed his face and kissed him.
Takumi blinked.
And forgot to breathe.
Not like it mattered because there was no oxygen in his lungs anyway.
Nor in his brain.
But who cared because Gackt was kissing him.
He could die right then and be happy.
All his previous efforts and it all came about when he wasn’t even trying.
Gackt was kissing him and the world was perfect and Takumi could lose himself in that feeling of pure bliss that felt so much oddly like-
Takumi’s alarm clock blared.
He sat bolt up right in bed, the vision and the feeling of Gackt kissing him dissipating incredibly quickly and it wasn’t fucking fair!
Takumi slumped over and buried his face in his hands. That goddamn kiss was going to haunt him even in his dreams now?!
It was Takumi’s turn to scream.
“This is getting fucking ridiculous!”
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AN: That trope had to come by, didn't it? Takumi's adventure continues... maybe today! I need to catch up.