Unexplained Debt Chapter one
Title: Unexplained Debt
Author:lovelydagger23
Rating: PG-13...for now
Characters: Hyde and Gackt
Summary: Hyde's boss dies, and he can now retire from being a butler...or can he?
Warnings: Humor, angst, rich assholes, and a very angry Hyde
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves
I really, really can't stand my job. No seriously...I hate it with a passion. If I could I'd quit...but I can't. Why can't I? Well...let us go to the beginning of it all shall we?
- - -
“You said you wanted a summer job so why are you so upset?” My father asked, as he chased me around our tiny apartment.
“I didn't say I wanted THIS particular one!” I snapped. “What the hell? I'm NOT doing it!” Who the hell heard of a 17 year old who's side job is a butler?
“You have to, I owe this man my life...if he didn't help me that time we'd both be in worse shape then we are financially...so please, PLEASE do us both this favor and work for him?” My father pleaded. I glared at him, before sighing deeply. He was right...the man did pull us out of the pit of poverty.
“Okay.” I sighed heavily.
- - -
I was such a sucker...not only am I working for this sixty year old man....I'm his fucking butler....no scratch that...WAS his butler. I am currently serving the people in his funeral. Yes he dropped dead at the age of eighty....yaaay. I was going to quit and do something else...but I was told if I served the people dearest to him, I could leave with a hefty sum and another job. So here I am....serving stuck up rich people food that I wouldn't eat with YOUR taste buds.
When everyone but the people who were even lucky enough to be mentioned in the will left. I was about to do so myself, when his lawyer grabbed my arm. “Come Mr. Takarai you're needed too.” he said quietly.
“Um...okay.” I said quietly, letting him drag me in the large and gorgeous library, filled with bookshelves made out of mahogany wood, and furnished with very expensive and nice looking brown and black leather furniture. I sat down in my seat and looked around it, admiring it.
“Shouldn't the servant serve us?” a woman asked in a mocking tone of voice. I glanced at her, to see her cuddled up tightly to my dead master's son, who was giving me a teasing smirk. Oh how I wanted to kick his face in. He just so happened to be one of those lucky bastards born into good looks and money, and isn't afraid to use it in any way he can...and it was annoying. It didn't help that he was top of his class in EVERYTHING. It doesn't bother me that he's got more luck in life then I do...but he doesn't have to be such an ass about it either.
“No, the funeral's over so he doesn't have to...besides, he's about to get what's coming to him.” the lawyer said casually, opening his brief case.
Oooh what's coming to me? A life time trip to the Bahamas? A nice home in America? Several billion yen? I rambled on and on in my miserable mind...until it was my turn.
“And for YOU Mr. Takarai, in the event of Mr. Camui's passing, you get a raise for your hard work and-”
“A raise?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. What the fuck?
“Yes, a raise, and a new master...his son.” All eyes went to my master's pompous, irritating, and big headed son....who's smirk grew ten sizes at that very moment.
“What?” I asked, my jaw dropping. “I...I thought I was to leave when he either died or wanted me to let me retire!”
“True, but he figured you'd still need a job at the last minute it appears.” The lawyer sighed, shrugging. “I'm sorry Mr. Takarai.” With that he left, and some of the others, making stupid comments about my horrible disposition. My new boss stood up and walked over to me.
“You will be moving into my flat tomorrow.” he said casually, as if I wanted to speak to him at the moment.
“What? I'm NOT a live in butler!” I snapped at him.
“You are now.” he drawled, watching his girl friend walk away. He looked at me, once more, and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I had your things sent to my home this morning.” My eye twitched.
“Oh how very nice of you.” I scowled, wanting nothing more then to knock his teeth out. “Why must I live with you anyway?”
“I want to know where all of my employees are up to is all.” he replied, as we walked out the room.
“....What are you? Their stalker?” I asked, following him...still inwardly flipping out.
“You could say that...but be happy I'm letting you stay with me.” my master said, turning his head a bit.
“Why?” I asked expecting a retarded answer from him.
“You don't have to wear that stiff ass suit anymore.” Okay...maybe it won't be so bad after all.
- - -
I woke up...to a horrible and obnoxious ringing in my ear...I sat up to see an old fashioned land telephone next to my bed. I picked p the handle. “'Elo?” I could barely ask into it.
“What are you doing still sleeping?!” an angry voice demanded.
I looked at the clock by the phone...it was four in the morning. “....It's four in the morning...the time when NORMAL people sleep.” I growled, wanting to chuck the phone into a wall, then go back to sleep.
“Who the fuck says? Get your ass up and come down here NOW.” my new boss ordered, before slamming the phone on the hook. I hung up the phone, thinking murderous thoughts, and climbed out of this huge bed that I don't think I'll ever be used to. I pulled on a T-shirt and some jeans that I usually wore at home or when I hung out with friends, and shuffled down the steps and into the living room...and sure enough he was there...looking all bright eyed and bushy tailed.
“Good morning sir...how may I serve you?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Come spar with me.” came the direct order. I was expecting a breakfast order...not...not this shit!
“....WHAT?!” I asked, waking up finally.
“You heard me, come spar with me. NO one eats breakfast unless they fight for it. So put this on.” He ordered, hitting me in the face with a gi. I nearly fell over, he threw it so hard.
- - -
I walked into the dojo, to see no one but my master...wearing a gi as well. “Do you like martial arts Takarai?”
“....I guess.” I replied getting nervous.
“Heh, you guess...well then I guess I'll just see what you can do.”
“What?” I asked, right before he picked me up over his head and slammed me hard on the floor. I shouted in pain, before forcing myself up.
“What's the matter?” my master queried. “That wasn't much of a-” I locked his leg with both of mine and rolled as hard as I could, knocking him flat on his back. I then lifted my legs, meaning to tear at least one of them out of place, when he rolled out of my lock and dropped his foot on my chest. I gasped for air, losing all color to my face and everything else. Damn him and his height.
“Heh, so much for fighting.” my master mocked. “Come on, time for breakfast.” and with that he picked me up like a blushing bride and carried me out the dojo...how embarrassing is this?
- - - -
Thankfully, all he wanted for breakfast was fresh fruit with milk poured in it as if it were cereal, and a few pieces of sausage...the weirdo. I was about to walk off, when he tapped the table. “What?” I asked, glaring at him.
“Sit down and eat.” he ordered.
“Not hungry.” I said bluntly. “I don't like eating after getting my ass kicked.”
“Then you probably never eat a day in your life do you Takarai?” my master mocked.
“Mr. Camui, can you please shut the hell up and let me go take a nap? You just beat my ass, and now you're picking at me...not in the mood for this. Good morning.” I turned to stomp my way to my room again,when a hand wrapped around my arm out of nowhere.
“Hey, I'm sorry...but please sit down and eat. It's not good to go on about your day on an empty stomach.” he almost sounded as if he were pleading with me.
“Fine.” I sighed, before fixing me a plate and sitting across from him. We ate in silence for a while, before he looked up at me and tilted his well curled black hair.
“I have a question,”
“What?” I asked, getting annoyed again. It was all fine and dandy until the ass started talking again.
“....Why are you always so grumpy? Butlers are supposed to smile and be happy with their work.” he asked, looking genuinely curious.
“Heh, what world do YOU live in?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. “I'm happy when I have a good reason to be, and I haven't had one in a very long time.”
“Why? I thought you wanted this job.” my new master mused, blinking at me.
“I didn't.” I said bluntly, rolling my eyes. I watched as my master placed his spoon down and stared at me intensely.
“Then why are you here?” he asked quietly.
“That's what I wanted to know.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
“Why did you start working for Dad...seriously.”
“I needed a summer job, and my dad gave it to me...only to find out he intended for me to stay there.” I replied, resting my chin on the table.
“Well why? There must be a reason for that.” my master pressed.
“I don't know sir.” I sighed.
“The formalities make you sound like a stiff old man. Don't call me sir.”
“What the hell do I call you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Don't call me sir, master, your highness or any of that shit...just call me Gackt.”
“So...I can call you Gackt?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“....That's comforting.” I sighed, “I still don't want to live here. I have an apartment you know.”
“No you don't.”
“What do you mean I don't?” I demanded.
“I sold it.”
“You WHAT?!” I demanded. It's true that he owned my apartment building...but...but...”Who gave your ass the right to SELL MY HOME?!”
“This is yours now, you don't need an apartment.” Gackt said casually, taking a sip of his tea. I slammed my hands on the table.
“You have NO idea what that place was to me. That was my sanctuary, MY place...MY WORLD...and now it's gone.” I nearly sobbed. “I HATE you!”
“You'll get over it.” my master said with a smug smile. “You'll see that what I”m doing is good for you.”
“Drinking myself to death in SALT water is better then this.” I growled leaving. “Good morning...GACKT.” and with that, I stomped my way to my room...to pissed to even want to look at him.
Poor Hyde, his hell is just beginning. This will be done slowly...since I'm in school now and will probably have little to no time to write. *shrugs* so please bare with me everyone.
Author:lovelydagger23
Rating: PG-13...for now
Characters: Hyde and Gackt
Summary: Hyde's boss dies, and he can now retire from being a butler...or can he?
Warnings: Humor, angst, rich assholes, and a very angry Hyde
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves
I really, really can't stand my job. No seriously...I hate it with a passion. If I could I'd quit...but I can't. Why can't I? Well...let us go to the beginning of it all shall we?
- - -
“You said you wanted a summer job so why are you so upset?” My father asked, as he chased me around our tiny apartment.
“I didn't say I wanted THIS particular one!” I snapped. “What the hell? I'm NOT doing it!” Who the hell heard of a 17 year old who's side job is a butler?
“You have to, I owe this man my life...if he didn't help me that time we'd both be in worse shape then we are financially...so please, PLEASE do us both this favor and work for him?” My father pleaded. I glared at him, before sighing deeply. He was right...the man did pull us out of the pit of poverty.
“Okay.” I sighed heavily.
- - -
I was such a sucker...not only am I working for this sixty year old man....I'm his fucking butler....no scratch that...WAS his butler. I am currently serving the people in his funeral. Yes he dropped dead at the age of eighty....yaaay. I was going to quit and do something else...but I was told if I served the people dearest to him, I could leave with a hefty sum and another job. So here I am....serving stuck up rich people food that I wouldn't eat with YOUR taste buds.
When everyone but the people who were even lucky enough to be mentioned in the will left. I was about to do so myself, when his lawyer grabbed my arm. “Come Mr. Takarai you're needed too.” he said quietly.
“Um...okay.” I said quietly, letting him drag me in the large and gorgeous library, filled with bookshelves made out of mahogany wood, and furnished with very expensive and nice looking brown and black leather furniture. I sat down in my seat and looked around it, admiring it.
“Shouldn't the servant serve us?” a woman asked in a mocking tone of voice. I glanced at her, to see her cuddled up tightly to my dead master's son, who was giving me a teasing smirk. Oh how I wanted to kick his face in. He just so happened to be one of those lucky bastards born into good looks and money, and isn't afraid to use it in any way he can...and it was annoying. It didn't help that he was top of his class in EVERYTHING. It doesn't bother me that he's got more luck in life then I do...but he doesn't have to be such an ass about it either.
“No, the funeral's over so he doesn't have to...besides, he's about to get what's coming to him.” the lawyer said casually, opening his brief case.
Oooh what's coming to me? A life time trip to the Bahamas? A nice home in America? Several billion yen? I rambled on and on in my miserable mind...until it was my turn.
“And for YOU Mr. Takarai, in the event of Mr. Camui's passing, you get a raise for your hard work and-”
“A raise?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. What the fuck?
“Yes, a raise, and a new master...his son.” All eyes went to my master's pompous, irritating, and big headed son....who's smirk grew ten sizes at that very moment.
“What?” I asked, my jaw dropping. “I...I thought I was to leave when he either died or wanted me to let me retire!”
“True, but he figured you'd still need a job at the last minute it appears.” The lawyer sighed, shrugging. “I'm sorry Mr. Takarai.” With that he left, and some of the others, making stupid comments about my horrible disposition. My new boss stood up and walked over to me.
“You will be moving into my flat tomorrow.” he said casually, as if I wanted to speak to him at the moment.
“What? I'm NOT a live in butler!” I snapped at him.
“You are now.” he drawled, watching his girl friend walk away. He looked at me, once more, and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I had your things sent to my home this morning.” My eye twitched.
“Oh how very nice of you.” I scowled, wanting nothing more then to knock his teeth out. “Why must I live with you anyway?”
“I want to know where all of my employees are up to is all.” he replied, as we walked out the room.
“....What are you? Their stalker?” I asked, following him...still inwardly flipping out.
“You could say that...but be happy I'm letting you stay with me.” my master said, turning his head a bit.
“Why?” I asked expecting a retarded answer from him.
“You don't have to wear that stiff ass suit anymore.” Okay...maybe it won't be so bad after all.
- - -
I woke up...to a horrible and obnoxious ringing in my ear...I sat up to see an old fashioned land telephone next to my bed. I picked p the handle. “'Elo?” I could barely ask into it.
“What are you doing still sleeping?!” an angry voice demanded.
I looked at the clock by the phone...it was four in the morning. “....It's four in the morning...the time when NORMAL people sleep.” I growled, wanting to chuck the phone into a wall, then go back to sleep.
“Who the fuck says? Get your ass up and come down here NOW.” my new boss ordered, before slamming the phone on the hook. I hung up the phone, thinking murderous thoughts, and climbed out of this huge bed that I don't think I'll ever be used to. I pulled on a T-shirt and some jeans that I usually wore at home or when I hung out with friends, and shuffled down the steps and into the living room...and sure enough he was there...looking all bright eyed and bushy tailed.
“Good morning sir...how may I serve you?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Come spar with me.” came the direct order. I was expecting a breakfast order...not...not this shit!
“....WHAT?!” I asked, waking up finally.
“You heard me, come spar with me. NO one eats breakfast unless they fight for it. So put this on.” He ordered, hitting me in the face with a gi. I nearly fell over, he threw it so hard.
- - -
I walked into the dojo, to see no one but my master...wearing a gi as well. “Do you like martial arts Takarai?”
“....I guess.” I replied getting nervous.
“Heh, you guess...well then I guess I'll just see what you can do.”
“What?” I asked, right before he picked me up over his head and slammed me hard on the floor. I shouted in pain, before forcing myself up.
“What's the matter?” my master queried. “That wasn't much of a-” I locked his leg with both of mine and rolled as hard as I could, knocking him flat on his back. I then lifted my legs, meaning to tear at least one of them out of place, when he rolled out of my lock and dropped his foot on my chest. I gasped for air, losing all color to my face and everything else. Damn him and his height.
“Heh, so much for fighting.” my master mocked. “Come on, time for breakfast.” and with that he picked me up like a blushing bride and carried me out the dojo...how embarrassing is this?
- - - -
Thankfully, all he wanted for breakfast was fresh fruit with milk poured in it as if it were cereal, and a few pieces of sausage...the weirdo. I was about to walk off, when he tapped the table. “What?” I asked, glaring at him.
“Sit down and eat.” he ordered.
“Not hungry.” I said bluntly. “I don't like eating after getting my ass kicked.”
“Then you probably never eat a day in your life do you Takarai?” my master mocked.
“Mr. Camui, can you please shut the hell up and let me go take a nap? You just beat my ass, and now you're picking at me...not in the mood for this. Good morning.” I turned to stomp my way to my room again,when a hand wrapped around my arm out of nowhere.
“Hey, I'm sorry...but please sit down and eat. It's not good to go on about your day on an empty stomach.” he almost sounded as if he were pleading with me.
“Fine.” I sighed, before fixing me a plate and sitting across from him. We ate in silence for a while, before he looked up at me and tilted his well curled black hair.
“I have a question,”
“What?” I asked, getting annoyed again. It was all fine and dandy until the ass started talking again.
“....Why are you always so grumpy? Butlers are supposed to smile and be happy with their work.” he asked, looking genuinely curious.
“Heh, what world do YOU live in?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. “I'm happy when I have a good reason to be, and I haven't had one in a very long time.”
“Why? I thought you wanted this job.” my new master mused, blinking at me.
“I didn't.” I said bluntly, rolling my eyes. I watched as my master placed his spoon down and stared at me intensely.
“Then why are you here?” he asked quietly.
“That's what I wanted to know.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
“Why did you start working for Dad...seriously.”
“I needed a summer job, and my dad gave it to me...only to find out he intended for me to stay there.” I replied, resting my chin on the table.
“Well why? There must be a reason for that.” my master pressed.
“I don't know sir.” I sighed.
“The formalities make you sound like a stiff old man. Don't call me sir.”
“What the hell do I call you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Don't call me sir, master, your highness or any of that shit...just call me Gackt.”
“So...I can call you Gackt?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“....That's comforting.” I sighed, “I still don't want to live here. I have an apartment you know.”
“No you don't.”
“What do you mean I don't?” I demanded.
“I sold it.”
“You WHAT?!” I demanded. It's true that he owned my apartment building...but...but...”Who gave your ass the right to SELL MY HOME?!”
“This is yours now, you don't need an apartment.” Gackt said casually, taking a sip of his tea. I slammed my hands on the table.
“You have NO idea what that place was to me. That was my sanctuary, MY place...MY WORLD...and now it's gone.” I nearly sobbed. “I HATE you!”
“You'll get over it.” my master said with a smug smile. “You'll see that what I”m doing is good for you.”
“Drinking myself to death in SALT water is better then this.” I growled leaving. “Good morning...GACKT.” and with that, I stomped my way to my room...to pissed to even want to look at him.
Poor Hyde, his hell is just beginning. This will be done slowly...since I'm in school now and will probably have little to no time to write. *shrugs* so please bare with me everyone.