Call (gacktJOB: GacktxYou, ChaxMasa) 3/?
I guess if I get this one done, there'd be enough time to start a fic for a new fandom before I get old ;>__< And I don't know, the angst level will probably go up as I write this since I'm pretty upset. but never mind. RL sucks, we all know this.
Fic: Call (3/?)
Fandom: gacktJOB
Pairing(s): Maybe a hint, possibly more, of GacktXYou, ChaxMasa implied
Rating: PG-13/eventual R
Words:
Disclaimer: I wonder why I bothered with this really. It's fairly obvious I own nothing.
Summary: An accident reminds Gackt what is most precious. Part three.
Part I
Part II
'How long have we been here?' Masa asked the other two, brushing his raven hair back behind his ears. Gackt threw him an irritated look.
'That's about the hundredth time you've asked in an hour,' he said. Masa pouted but turned to Chacha instead, who sighed and indulged the other guitarist, checking his watch.
'It's almost seven,' he said. Masa stood and walked down the corridor a little before turning back to look at the others.
'Wait, Masakun, did you call Ren and Toshi?' The vocalist called after him. Masa frowned.
'You know I did. You stood over me and wouldn't go away until I had told everyone. Now...I'm going to find someone and ask if we can see him yet,' he added, face clearing. Gackt nodded, slightly, feeling a little more hopeful.
'Okay. Thanks, Masakun.'
*
Ten minutes later, Masa hadn't returned with the coffee or the news that they might see You. Gackt was growing impatient and had started pacing again.
'What the hell's taking him so long?' He muttered irritably. Chacha raised his head, coming out of a doze.
'Mmm?'
Gackt threw up his hands and came to a stop in front of the older man.
'Masa! Where is he?'
Chacha shrugged and looked at Gackt, a concerned expression on his face. 'Probably arguing with a nurse about seeing Youkun. Ano...Gacchan, you should probably sit. You're wearing yourself ou-'
'I'm okay,' the vocalist replied curtly. Chacha frowned.
'Gacchan...'
'Cha, I...' Gackt trailed off and sighing, sat down in the empty chair beside the guitarist. 'I can't lose him...' he said softly, hiding his face in his hands. He suddenly felt extremely tired. '...I can't. I love him.'
There was silence for a long moment. Gackt lifted his head to guauge the other's reaction and found the older man looking at him thoughtfully.
'You really do mean it.' It wasn't a question, rather a statement of fact. Gackt nodded.
'Probably ever since I met him.' He gave a short bitter laugh and stood again. Where the hell is Masa?
'Does he know? ...Have you told him?' Gackt shot him a look as if to say Are you kidding? Chacha shrugged.
'Well, you might've. How do you know he doesn't feel the same way?'
The vocalist sat again. 'Ergh, I don't know... I just -'
'GACCHAN! HEY!' Masa's voice rang out at that moment and the sound of footsteps as he ran towards them down the corridor. Both the other guitarist and the vocalist stood, their expressions identical, full of hope.
'So?' Gackt said as soon as Masa drew closer. The shorter man halted and looked up, a wide smile on his face.
'Well, we can see him!' He exclaimed, happily. The vocalist stared at him for a few milliseconds then sighed in deep relief, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Chacha grinned and puled Masa into a hug.
'Did you have to argue your way through?' He asked.
'Nope. Apparently, he's doing much better. The doctor I talked to said that he might even be out by the beginning of next week!' He suddenly paused and his face fell. Both Chacha and Gackt moved closer.
'What is it, Masakun?' The vocalist asked, suddenly tense as before. Both of them were surprised when Masa bowed low, then straightened, a solemn expression on his face.
'...Gomen ne...I forgot the coffee...'
Next Part
Notes: ARGH. Typed all this up in...an hour. From scratch. I hope it's okay for y'all. A little more lighthearted. I like this fic better than my others. I need to work on 'Dizzy' and, of course, 'Birthday Cake'.
Fic: Call (3/?)
Fandom: gacktJOB
Pairing(s): Maybe a hint, possibly more, of GacktXYou, ChaxMasa implied
Rating: PG-13/eventual R
Words:
Disclaimer: I wonder why I bothered with this really. It's fairly obvious I own nothing.
Summary: An accident reminds Gackt what is most precious. Part three.
Part I
Part II
'How long have we been here?' Masa asked the other two, brushing his raven hair back behind his ears. Gackt threw him an irritated look.
'That's about the hundredth time you've asked in an hour,' he said. Masa pouted but turned to Chacha instead, who sighed and indulged the other guitarist, checking his watch.
'It's almost seven,' he said. Masa stood and walked down the corridor a little before turning back to look at the others.
'Wait, Masakun, did you call Ren and Toshi?' The vocalist called after him. Masa frowned.
'You know I did. You stood over me and wouldn't go away until I had told everyone. Now...I'm going to find someone and ask if we can see him yet,' he added, face clearing. Gackt nodded, slightly, feeling a little more hopeful.
'Okay. Thanks, Masakun.'
*
Ten minutes later, Masa hadn't returned with the coffee or the news that they might see You. Gackt was growing impatient and had started pacing again.
'What the hell's taking him so long?' He muttered irritably. Chacha raised his head, coming out of a doze.
'Mmm?'
Gackt threw up his hands and came to a stop in front of the older man.
'Masa! Where is he?'
Chacha shrugged and looked at Gackt, a concerned expression on his face. 'Probably arguing with a nurse about seeing Youkun. Ano...Gacchan, you should probably sit. You're wearing yourself ou-'
'I'm okay,' the vocalist replied curtly. Chacha frowned.
'Gacchan...'
'Cha, I...' Gackt trailed off and sighing, sat down in the empty chair beside the guitarist. 'I can't lose him...' he said softly, hiding his face in his hands. He suddenly felt extremely tired. '...I can't. I love him.'
There was silence for a long moment. Gackt lifted his head to guauge the other's reaction and found the older man looking at him thoughtfully.
'You really do mean it.' It wasn't a question, rather a statement of fact. Gackt nodded.
'Probably ever since I met him.' He gave a short bitter laugh and stood again. Where the hell is Masa?
'Does he know? ...Have you told him?' Gackt shot him a look as if to say Are you kidding? Chacha shrugged.
'Well, you might've. How do you know he doesn't feel the same way?'
The vocalist sat again. 'Ergh, I don't know... I just -'
'GACCHAN! HEY!' Masa's voice rang out at that moment and the sound of footsteps as he ran towards them down the corridor. Both the other guitarist and the vocalist stood, their expressions identical, full of hope.
'So?' Gackt said as soon as Masa drew closer. The shorter man halted and looked up, a wide smile on his face.
'Well, we can see him!' He exclaimed, happily. The vocalist stared at him for a few milliseconds then sighed in deep relief, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Chacha grinned and puled Masa into a hug.
'Did you have to argue your way through?' He asked.
'Nope. Apparently, he's doing much better. The doctor I talked to said that he might even be out by the beginning of next week!' He suddenly paused and his face fell. Both Chacha and Gackt moved closer.
'What is it, Masakun?' The vocalist asked, suddenly tense as before. Both of them were surprised when Masa bowed low, then straightened, a solemn expression on his face.
'...Gomen ne...I forgot the coffee...'
Next Part
Notes: ARGH. Typed all this up in...an hour. From scratch. I hope it's okay for y'all. A little more lighthearted. I like this fic better than my others. I need to work on 'Dizzy' and, of course, 'Birthday Cake'.