December Challenge - 14 - The House
Title - The House
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 500
Characters - Gackt
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt makes an overdue visit to his childhood home
It had been a long time since Gackt had walked down this weather worn path. If the state of the plant life either side of the path were any indication, it had been a long time since anyone had walked down it.
How had the building fallen into such disrepair? Gackt knew that the house had stood empty and alone ever since his grandmother had moved out ten years prior, the house too much for a woman of her advanced years to handle alone, but why had nobody taken care of it?
It had been his home once. He learnt to crawl and babble, walk and talk inside the walls of the building that now stood before him. He’d spent summers and winters there, caught the spiders that lurked on the balconies and ran from the cockroaches that also called this part of Okinawa home. This building had shaped his childhood and made him who he was.
It saddened him to see it so uncared for and unloved.
He knew that he hadn’t taken care of it because he had been busy chasing his dreams and fame across the world. That little house a stones throw away from the beach and the sea that had nearly claimed his life never factored into his mind. He was the eldest grandson, that was true, but surely the responsibility for it should have fallen to his father?
Gackt scowled as he kicked away some of the dead leaves that covered the path with the toe of his designer boots. No, his father had left Okinawa with his young family in tow nearly thirty years ago and had never looked back. Gackt knew that even if legally and morally the responsibility wasn’t his, in reality it was.
When he reached the door he placed his right hand flat against the wood and said a silent prayer.
Of forgiveness, for allowing the house to become so neglected.
Of hope that it would return to its previous glory.
And for protection from the restless spirits he could feel approaching from the trees.
Gackt closed his eyes and promised to return. He promised to chase away ten years of neglect and to fill the house with life and love again, even if it was just as a place to stay when his work brought him to Okinawa or when he could find time in his busy schedule to whisk You away for a weekend.
He made his promise and opened his eyes. He could almost feel the house breathing beneath his palm, as if it accepted his apologies and believed his promises. He nodded his head once… twice… removed his hand and walked away.
He’d be back tomorrow, armed with gardening tools, cleaning equipment and a bemused lover that would complain endlessly yet work just as hard as Gackt would to set things right.
Gackt owed the house to make it beautiful again. And the house was willing to wait and trust that he would do so.
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 500
Characters - Gackt
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt makes an overdue visit to his childhood home
It had been a long time since Gackt had walked down this weather worn path. If the state of the plant life either side of the path were any indication, it had been a long time since anyone had walked down it.
How had the building fallen into such disrepair? Gackt knew that the house had stood empty and alone ever since his grandmother had moved out ten years prior, the house too much for a woman of her advanced years to handle alone, but why had nobody taken care of it?
It had been his home once. He learnt to crawl and babble, walk and talk inside the walls of the building that now stood before him. He’d spent summers and winters there, caught the spiders that lurked on the balconies and ran from the cockroaches that also called this part of Okinawa home. This building had shaped his childhood and made him who he was.
It saddened him to see it so uncared for and unloved.
He knew that he hadn’t taken care of it because he had been busy chasing his dreams and fame across the world. That little house a stones throw away from the beach and the sea that had nearly claimed his life never factored into his mind. He was the eldest grandson, that was true, but surely the responsibility for it should have fallen to his father?
Gackt scowled as he kicked away some of the dead leaves that covered the path with the toe of his designer boots. No, his father had left Okinawa with his young family in tow nearly thirty years ago and had never looked back. Gackt knew that even if legally and morally the responsibility wasn’t his, in reality it was.
When he reached the door he placed his right hand flat against the wood and said a silent prayer.
Of forgiveness, for allowing the house to become so neglected.
Of hope that it would return to its previous glory.
And for protection from the restless spirits he could feel approaching from the trees.
Gackt closed his eyes and promised to return. He promised to chase away ten years of neglect and to fill the house with life and love again, even if it was just as a place to stay when his work brought him to Okinawa or when he could find time in his busy schedule to whisk You away for a weekend.
He made his promise and opened his eyes. He could almost feel the house breathing beneath his palm, as if it accepted his apologies and believed his promises. He nodded his head once… twice… removed his hand and walked away.
He’d be back tomorrow, armed with gardening tools, cleaning equipment and a bemused lover that would complain endlessly yet work just as hard as Gackt would to set things right.
Gackt owed the house to make it beautiful again. And the house was willing to wait and trust that he would do so.
~owari