Centre of the Universe
Title - Centre of the Universe
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 2,231
Characters - Gackt, Jon, You, Chacha, Takumi, U:zo, Shinya
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon has been acting strange all day, and Gackt is determined to find out why. Will he like the answer?
When Gackt walked into the green room backstage at the Tokyo Zepp, it was reassuringly quiet and calm. There were staff members scattered around, staring at various pieces of paper and laptop screens and one of his managers quietly talking on the phone, but it was still relaxed and composed. It was the perfect atmosphere for those hours before a live, Gackt thought, as it meant nobody was panicking and therefore, nothing was going wrong.
The serenity was broken slightly by the sound of loud laughter coming from the corner. Stood there, huddled together as if they didn’t want even the air surrounding them to hear their discussion was a laughing Takumi and a slightly harassed and a not at all amused looking Jon.
Gackt made his way over to his band members. “Busy?”
Takumi looked at Gackt, and laughed even harder. “We were just talking, right Jon?”
“Yeah,” Jon said, nervously shuffling on his feet, his eyes firmly fixed to the floor. “Nothing important.”
The strange behaviour didn’t go unnoticed by Gackt. “Are you okay, Jon?”
“Fine,” he answered quickly. “Just didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Takumi laughed so hard he nearly choked. “I need to speak to Chacha,” he said before quickly leaving the room and two bewildered vocalists behind.
Jon bounced nervously on his heels. “Yeah… I need to go and…” he paused, “um, speak to You-san about…. yeah.”
Gackt could only watch as Jon ran out of the room as fast as his feet would carry him.
*~*~*~
Jon was still acting strange during the band’s training session. Usually, Gackt and Jon would train together, their competitive natures ensuring that they both supported and tried to outdo each other in every exercise or routine. But today, Jon had opted to train with You, much to the rhythm guitarists horror, and had left Gackt standing on the sidelines to watch as Jon attacked the weight machine and You tried to escape before it was his turn to attempt to lift the same weights Jon had.
Gackt had the distinct feeling that the other singer was trying to ignore him, and if there was only thing in life he hated, it was being ignored.
*~*~*~
Jon couldn’t ignore Gackt during the live rehearsal, however. The staging of the songs, the reliance on the twin vocals and the synchronisation of the movements of the two singers meant that Jon was always there next to Gackt, and always in reach. Jon was, however, making a very good attempt at ignoring Gackt’s very existence despite being stood so close to him that he could feel the heat radiating through Gackt’s overly moisturised skin.
Gackt wasn’t happy. Gackt didn’t like being ignored. He’d spent his entire adult life trying to be the centre of the universe, and he wasn’t willing to accept Jon’s refusal to acknowledge his existence.
The rehearsal finished, but before Jon had chance to run from the stage, Gackt grabbed him by the arm. “I want to run through the Mousou Girl choreography again.”
Jon stared at the ceiling. “I don’t.”
“I’m not giving you a choice,” Gackt said firmly. “We need to change the fanservice slightly as I don’t think it’s working anymore.”
Jon swallowed. Hard. “The fanservice is fine,” he squeaked.
“No, it isn’t,” Gackt answered firmly. “I’m touching you too much.”
Jon’s sigh of relief was probably audible back in America. “Actually, I agree. You do. You should stop that.”
Gackt looked at Jon with a sly smirk that made Jon regret every decision in his life that had led him to this day. “I’m not going to stop,” Gackt said softly, “but I do think you should touch me more. A lot more.”
“Why…” Jon squeaked again before coughing to clear his throat, “why do you think that?”
“It’s too one sided,” Gackt explained, “I think the fans will love to see you touching me and being more dominant.”
Jon suddenly felt very, very dizzy and took a couple of steps back. He was surprised when Gackt allowed his arm to fall from Gackt’s grip and took another couple of steps back until he was pressed against the drum riser and Shinya’s drum kit.
“I have it all planned out,” Gackt said, as he moved a little closer. “After the song has finished, I want you to stand behind me, put your hands on my stomach and chest and pretend to fuck me.”
“What?” Jon asked.
Gackt pointed to the stage floor behind him. “Stand here and I’ll show you what I mean.”
“I understood what you meant,” Jon said. He was beginning to sweat. “I just don’t want to rehearse… that.”
Gackt tilted his head to the side and glared at Jon. “We need to rehearse it to ensure that it works and we’re comfortable with it.”
“Can’t we just do it during the show? Be spontaneous?” Jon said, nervously.
“No, we can’t!” Gackt exclaimed. “Now, come over here.”
“No,” Jon replied.
“Come here,” Gackt repeated.
Jon shook his head. “No!”
“Jon,” Gackt said loudly, “get over here and grope my nipples!”
Jon shook his head again and ran from the stage, almost knocking over You and U:zo in the process as they were tidying up their guitars at the side of the stage.
You stepped forward. “Someone running in fear from your nipples. That’s new.”
Gackt sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him today.”
“Yeah,” You said, “how dare a heterosexual man not want to rub your nipples!”
Gackt glared at the guitarist. “That’s not the point and you know it!”
“Gackt,” U:zo said softly, “if you need a body double, I don’t mind groping your nipples.”
U:zo was quick, but not quick enough to avoid the open handed smack that Gackt laid upon his head as the singer quickly walked off stage.
*~*~*~
The rehearsal had finished and all preparations had been done, so all that was left was for the band to assemble back in the green room for their lunch. Jon had been first there, anxiously bouncing on his heels and trying to hurry Chef Izumi as he put the finishing touches to the food, and had quickly devoured the plate that had been put in front of him. It had burned his tongue and he’d eaten so quickly that he hadn’t actually had time to taste anything, but he succeeded in his goal of eating, before the rest of the band appeared. Specifically, before Gackt appeared.
Or, at least, he nearly succeeded.
His escape from the room was blocked by the entrance of Gackt, Chacha and Shinya.
“I want to speak with you,” Gackt said seriously.
Jon shook his head. “I don’t want to interrupt your eating time. You need to get your strength up!”
“It won’t take long,” Gackt said firmly.
Jon looked for an escape route, but neither Chacha nor Shinya seemed willing to provide one. They’d both heard, in long winded and vivid detail, about how badly Jon had been behaving that day and how much Gackt wanted to viciously torture him for being so rude and ignorant. Shinya may have only been in the band for a few months, but he knew just as much as Chacha did that if Gackt was angry, it was best just to stand by and watch.
Preferably with popcorn, if any was available.
“Why are you being so awkward today?” Gackt asked. “You’re avoiding me when you can, and ignoring me when you can’t and it has to stop.”
Jon stared at the floor. “I haven’t been ignoring you…”
“You can’t even look at me,” Gackt pointed out. “What the fuck is your problem?”
The increased volume in Gackt’s voice made Jon take a step back, and both Chacha and Shinya take a step forward. “I don’t have a problem…”
“You obviously do, because you still can’t look at me! How are we supposed to do the live tonight when you’re acting like this?!”
Jon’s answer was interrupted by the appearance of You, U:zo and Takumi. “What’s happening?” You asked. “We could hear the shouting from down the hall.”
“Gackt and Jon are having a little discussion,” Chacha said, diplomatically.
“Yeah,” Shinya agreed, “Gackt is yelling and Jon is staring at the carpet. It’s a great and even discussion.”
“I’m trying to find out what his problem is,” Gackt explained.
“I don’t have a problem!” Jon exclaimed. “Everything will be fine on stage, okay?”
Gackt shook his head. “It’s not okay. I will not have the show ruined because you’re being an ass and ignoring me.”
“You’re still trying to ignore him?” Takumi asked, before bursting into laughter. “This is still going on?”
“What is going on?” Gackt asked, flicking his gaze between the still laughing Takumi, and a worried looking Jon.
“Takumi, don’t…” Jon said firmly, the warning in his voice easy to hear.
Takumi could barely talk through his giggles. “Jon’s just a little embarrassed, that’s all.”
“Takumi,” Jon growled, “shut up.”
“This is stupid, Jon, and it’s dragged on for long enough,” Takumi said to the American, before turning his attention to the other singer. “Last night, Jon dreamt that he had sex with you Gackt, and now he’s really embarrassed and can’t look at you with getting even more embarrassed.”
Gackt stared at Takumi blankly. “Jon dreamt he had sex with me?” Takumi nodded.
The rest of the band all looked at each other, before turning their gaze to Jon. Jon had flushed red, and looked like he was trying to occupy the smallest possible amount of space in the hope that they would all forget he was there.
Jon was shocked and surprised, when the rest of the band burst out laughing.
“Is that it?” You asked. “That’s the cause of all of this drama?”
“It’s embarrassing…” Jon whined.
“Jon,” Chacha said gently, “we’ve all had those dreams.”
Jon looked around the sage faces of the band in surprise. “You have?”
“I was trying to tell you this,” Takumi explained, “but you never let me finish my sentence.”
“My first Gackt sex dream,” U:zo said loudly and proudly, as if he was conducting an important speech in front of a crowd of thousands, “was the night of the Nico Nico press conference. I dreamt that the media kept watching us and taking photographs. It was a big scandal.”
Gackt smiled. “Wow. That early? That was quick work, even for me.”
“First night of the European tour,” Shinya said. “It involved my drumsticks.”
Chacha pushed thoughts of Shinya’s drumsticks from his mind. “I don’t remember my first, but during the 2002 tour I had a reoccurring dream that we got married and had kids.”
“I bet you looked beautiful in the wedding dress,” Gackt grinned.
“Yes,” Chacha replied, “you did.”
Gackt frowned.
“Mine was two weeks ago,” Takumi stated, “in his car.”
Gackt looked around at the gathered band members and felt his spirits lift. Maybe it was strange for him to feel happy about this, but he liked to hear that his band members were dreaming about him. It was one step closer to his goal of being the centre of the universe.
Six people down. Another six billion to go.
Jon also felt his spirits lift. At least he knew that he wasn’t alone, and from the proud grin on Gackt’s lips, it didn’t seem that Gackt was upset or embarrassed. If anything, he was enjoying the attention. Jon then realised that there was still one member of the band who hadn’t spoken yet.
“What about you, You-san?”
“I’ve been having those dreams since I was twenty, and so has everybody else he comes into contact with,” You said, pointing at the still grinning Gackt.
“Gacchan, is there anyone who hasn’t had dream sex with you?” Shinya asked.
U:zo laughed. “The only person immune to them is probably Gackt himself.”
“Well, actually, there was this one time…” Gackt ignored the howls of despair from the band. “Hey, I’d spent the whole day being photographed and staring at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help it.” His grin became wider. “Best sex I ever had.”
You ignored Gackt and turned to Jon. “Gaku invades everybody’s dreams. He’s like the pornographic Freddy Krueger, only he fucks you instead of killing you.”
“He didn’t fuck me though,” Jon said, “I fucked him. On the vocalist’s platform in front of a sell out crowd.”
“You have some crazy dreams,” Gackt said. “It wouldn’t work like that at all. I’d obviously be the one fucking you, if it ever happened.”
U:zo nodded. “Yeah, I fucked him too.” He looked at Gackt. “You were pretty good.” Again, U:zo couldn’t miss the hand that connected with his head.
“I wasn’t using my drumsticks on myself,” Shinya grinned.
Takumi gestured at Gackt. “Yeah, he was the one bent over the hood of the Lamborghini.”
“I already said he was the bride,” Chacha explained, before adding, “he was the mother too.”
“He’s always been on his back for me,” You laughed, before tapping Gackt on the shoulder. “How does it feel to be the band’s bitch, Gaku?”
Gackt paused, before staring at each member in turn. “None of you are allowed to dream about me ever again.”
As the band laughed at his embarrassment, Gackt realised that sometimes, being the centre of the universe was not where he wanted to be.
~owari
Notes
1) Poor Gackt XD
2) In my mind, everyone in this fic is actually heterosexual, they're just very open minded.
3) I love YFC bonding/bromance fics
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 2,231
Characters - Gackt, Jon, You, Chacha, Takumi, U:zo, Shinya
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon has been acting strange all day, and Gackt is determined to find out why. Will he like the answer?
When Gackt walked into the green room backstage at the Tokyo Zepp, it was reassuringly quiet and calm. There were staff members scattered around, staring at various pieces of paper and laptop screens and one of his managers quietly talking on the phone, but it was still relaxed and composed. It was the perfect atmosphere for those hours before a live, Gackt thought, as it meant nobody was panicking and therefore, nothing was going wrong.
The serenity was broken slightly by the sound of loud laughter coming from the corner. Stood there, huddled together as if they didn’t want even the air surrounding them to hear their discussion was a laughing Takumi and a slightly harassed and a not at all amused looking Jon.
Gackt made his way over to his band members. “Busy?”
Takumi looked at Gackt, and laughed even harder. “We were just talking, right Jon?”
“Yeah,” Jon said, nervously shuffling on his feet, his eyes firmly fixed to the floor. “Nothing important.”
The strange behaviour didn’t go unnoticed by Gackt. “Are you okay, Jon?”
“Fine,” he answered quickly. “Just didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Takumi laughed so hard he nearly choked. “I need to speak to Chacha,” he said before quickly leaving the room and two bewildered vocalists behind.
Jon bounced nervously on his heels. “Yeah… I need to go and…” he paused, “um, speak to You-san about…. yeah.”
Gackt could only watch as Jon ran out of the room as fast as his feet would carry him.
*~*~*~
Jon was still acting strange during the band’s training session. Usually, Gackt and Jon would train together, their competitive natures ensuring that they both supported and tried to outdo each other in every exercise or routine. But today, Jon had opted to train with You, much to the rhythm guitarists horror, and had left Gackt standing on the sidelines to watch as Jon attacked the weight machine and You tried to escape before it was his turn to attempt to lift the same weights Jon had.
Gackt had the distinct feeling that the other singer was trying to ignore him, and if there was only thing in life he hated, it was being ignored.
*~*~*~
Jon couldn’t ignore Gackt during the live rehearsal, however. The staging of the songs, the reliance on the twin vocals and the synchronisation of the movements of the two singers meant that Jon was always there next to Gackt, and always in reach. Jon was, however, making a very good attempt at ignoring Gackt’s very existence despite being stood so close to him that he could feel the heat radiating through Gackt’s overly moisturised skin.
Gackt wasn’t happy. Gackt didn’t like being ignored. He’d spent his entire adult life trying to be the centre of the universe, and he wasn’t willing to accept Jon’s refusal to acknowledge his existence.
The rehearsal finished, but before Jon had chance to run from the stage, Gackt grabbed him by the arm. “I want to run through the Mousou Girl choreography again.”
Jon stared at the ceiling. “I don’t.”
“I’m not giving you a choice,” Gackt said firmly. “We need to change the fanservice slightly as I don’t think it’s working anymore.”
Jon swallowed. Hard. “The fanservice is fine,” he squeaked.
“No, it isn’t,” Gackt answered firmly. “I’m touching you too much.”
Jon’s sigh of relief was probably audible back in America. “Actually, I agree. You do. You should stop that.”
Gackt looked at Jon with a sly smirk that made Jon regret every decision in his life that had led him to this day. “I’m not going to stop,” Gackt said softly, “but I do think you should touch me more. A lot more.”
“Why…” Jon squeaked again before coughing to clear his throat, “why do you think that?”
“It’s too one sided,” Gackt explained, “I think the fans will love to see you touching me and being more dominant.”
Jon suddenly felt very, very dizzy and took a couple of steps back. He was surprised when Gackt allowed his arm to fall from Gackt’s grip and took another couple of steps back until he was pressed against the drum riser and Shinya’s drum kit.
“I have it all planned out,” Gackt said, as he moved a little closer. “After the song has finished, I want you to stand behind me, put your hands on my stomach and chest and pretend to fuck me.”
“What?” Jon asked.
Gackt pointed to the stage floor behind him. “Stand here and I’ll show you what I mean.”
“I understood what you meant,” Jon said. He was beginning to sweat. “I just don’t want to rehearse… that.”
Gackt tilted his head to the side and glared at Jon. “We need to rehearse it to ensure that it works and we’re comfortable with it.”
“Can’t we just do it during the show? Be spontaneous?” Jon said, nervously.
“No, we can’t!” Gackt exclaimed. “Now, come over here.”
“No,” Jon replied.
“Come here,” Gackt repeated.
Jon shook his head. “No!”
“Jon,” Gackt said loudly, “get over here and grope my nipples!”
Jon shook his head again and ran from the stage, almost knocking over You and U:zo in the process as they were tidying up their guitars at the side of the stage.
You stepped forward. “Someone running in fear from your nipples. That’s new.”
Gackt sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him today.”
“Yeah,” You said, “how dare a heterosexual man not want to rub your nipples!”
Gackt glared at the guitarist. “That’s not the point and you know it!”
“Gackt,” U:zo said softly, “if you need a body double, I don’t mind groping your nipples.”
U:zo was quick, but not quick enough to avoid the open handed smack that Gackt laid upon his head as the singer quickly walked off stage.
*~*~*~
The rehearsal had finished and all preparations had been done, so all that was left was for the band to assemble back in the green room for their lunch. Jon had been first there, anxiously bouncing on his heels and trying to hurry Chef Izumi as he put the finishing touches to the food, and had quickly devoured the plate that had been put in front of him. It had burned his tongue and he’d eaten so quickly that he hadn’t actually had time to taste anything, but he succeeded in his goal of eating, before the rest of the band appeared. Specifically, before Gackt appeared.
Or, at least, he nearly succeeded.
His escape from the room was blocked by the entrance of Gackt, Chacha and Shinya.
“I want to speak with you,” Gackt said seriously.
Jon shook his head. “I don’t want to interrupt your eating time. You need to get your strength up!”
“It won’t take long,” Gackt said firmly.
Jon looked for an escape route, but neither Chacha nor Shinya seemed willing to provide one. They’d both heard, in long winded and vivid detail, about how badly Jon had been behaving that day and how much Gackt wanted to viciously torture him for being so rude and ignorant. Shinya may have only been in the band for a few months, but he knew just as much as Chacha did that if Gackt was angry, it was best just to stand by and watch.
Preferably with popcorn, if any was available.
“Why are you being so awkward today?” Gackt asked. “You’re avoiding me when you can, and ignoring me when you can’t and it has to stop.”
Jon stared at the floor. “I haven’t been ignoring you…”
“You can’t even look at me,” Gackt pointed out. “What the fuck is your problem?”
The increased volume in Gackt’s voice made Jon take a step back, and both Chacha and Shinya take a step forward. “I don’t have a problem…”
“You obviously do, because you still can’t look at me! How are we supposed to do the live tonight when you’re acting like this?!”
Jon’s answer was interrupted by the appearance of You, U:zo and Takumi. “What’s happening?” You asked. “We could hear the shouting from down the hall.”
“Gackt and Jon are having a little discussion,” Chacha said, diplomatically.
“Yeah,” Shinya agreed, “Gackt is yelling and Jon is staring at the carpet. It’s a great and even discussion.”
“I’m trying to find out what his problem is,” Gackt explained.
“I don’t have a problem!” Jon exclaimed. “Everything will be fine on stage, okay?”
Gackt shook his head. “It’s not okay. I will not have the show ruined because you’re being an ass and ignoring me.”
“You’re still trying to ignore him?” Takumi asked, before bursting into laughter. “This is still going on?”
“What is going on?” Gackt asked, flicking his gaze between the still laughing Takumi, and a worried looking Jon.
“Takumi, don’t…” Jon said firmly, the warning in his voice easy to hear.
Takumi could barely talk through his giggles. “Jon’s just a little embarrassed, that’s all.”
“Takumi,” Jon growled, “shut up.”
“This is stupid, Jon, and it’s dragged on for long enough,” Takumi said to the American, before turning his attention to the other singer. “Last night, Jon dreamt that he had sex with you Gackt, and now he’s really embarrassed and can’t look at you with getting even more embarrassed.”
Gackt stared at Takumi blankly. “Jon dreamt he had sex with me?” Takumi nodded.
The rest of the band all looked at each other, before turning their gaze to Jon. Jon had flushed red, and looked like he was trying to occupy the smallest possible amount of space in the hope that they would all forget he was there.
Jon was shocked and surprised, when the rest of the band burst out laughing.
“Is that it?” You asked. “That’s the cause of all of this drama?”
“It’s embarrassing…” Jon whined.
“Jon,” Chacha said gently, “we’ve all had those dreams.”
Jon looked around the sage faces of the band in surprise. “You have?”
“I was trying to tell you this,” Takumi explained, “but you never let me finish my sentence.”
“My first Gackt sex dream,” U:zo said loudly and proudly, as if he was conducting an important speech in front of a crowd of thousands, “was the night of the Nico Nico press conference. I dreamt that the media kept watching us and taking photographs. It was a big scandal.”
Gackt smiled. “Wow. That early? That was quick work, even for me.”
“First night of the European tour,” Shinya said. “It involved my drumsticks.”
Chacha pushed thoughts of Shinya’s drumsticks from his mind. “I don’t remember my first, but during the 2002 tour I had a reoccurring dream that we got married and had kids.”
“I bet you looked beautiful in the wedding dress,” Gackt grinned.
“Yes,” Chacha replied, “you did.”
Gackt frowned.
“Mine was two weeks ago,” Takumi stated, “in his car.”
Gackt looked around at the gathered band members and felt his spirits lift. Maybe it was strange for him to feel happy about this, but he liked to hear that his band members were dreaming about him. It was one step closer to his goal of being the centre of the universe.
Six people down. Another six billion to go.
Jon also felt his spirits lift. At least he knew that he wasn’t alone, and from the proud grin on Gackt’s lips, it didn’t seem that Gackt was upset or embarrassed. If anything, he was enjoying the attention. Jon then realised that there was still one member of the band who hadn’t spoken yet.
“What about you, You-san?”
“I’ve been having those dreams since I was twenty, and so has everybody else he comes into contact with,” You said, pointing at the still grinning Gackt.
“Gacchan, is there anyone who hasn’t had dream sex with you?” Shinya asked.
U:zo laughed. “The only person immune to them is probably Gackt himself.”
“Well, actually, there was this one time…” Gackt ignored the howls of despair from the band. “Hey, I’d spent the whole day being photographed and staring at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help it.” His grin became wider. “Best sex I ever had.”
You ignored Gackt and turned to Jon. “Gaku invades everybody’s dreams. He’s like the pornographic Freddy Krueger, only he fucks you instead of killing you.”
“He didn’t fuck me though,” Jon said, “I fucked him. On the vocalist’s platform in front of a sell out crowd.”
“You have some crazy dreams,” Gackt said. “It wouldn’t work like that at all. I’d obviously be the one fucking you, if it ever happened.”
U:zo nodded. “Yeah, I fucked him too.” He looked at Gackt. “You were pretty good.” Again, U:zo couldn’t miss the hand that connected with his head.
“I wasn’t using my drumsticks on myself,” Shinya grinned.
Takumi gestured at Gackt. “Yeah, he was the one bent over the hood of the Lamborghini.”
“I already said he was the bride,” Chacha explained, before adding, “he was the mother too.”
“He’s always been on his back for me,” You laughed, before tapping Gackt on the shoulder. “How does it feel to be the band’s bitch, Gaku?”
Gackt paused, before staring at each member in turn. “None of you are allowed to dream about me ever again.”
As the band laughed at his embarrassment, Gackt realised that sometimes, being the centre of the universe was not where he wanted to be.
~owari
Notes
1) Poor Gackt XD
2) In my mind, everyone in this fic is actually heterosexual, they're just very open minded.
3) I love YFC bonding/bromance fics