December Challenge 01 - Guessing Game
December Challenge 01
Title - Guessing Game
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13 (sexual comments, Gackt being Gackt)
Word Count - 1,257
Pairing - one sided Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt tells You and Chacha about his latest and greatest idea for tour goods
Notes - set before the YFC tour
“I have an idea!”
You and Chacha both shuddered and shared a scared look. Those four little words when spoken by Gackt were the scariest words known to man and the source of many nights of trouble and embarrassment. They were on the same level of fright as “we’re all going to die” and “you’re going to be a father!”
Gackt, as usual, was completely oblivious to the wide eyed fright of his two guitarists. “Do you want to hear my idea?”
“Do we have a choice?” Chacha muttered.
“What? I didn’t hear you,” Gackt said.
“I said,” Chacha began, “that’d be nice.”
“It’s a new idea for tour goods,” Gackt said excitedly, practically bouncing in his expensive white leather shoes, “but I think you should guess.”
You stared at his long time friend with a glare that would terrify any sane person… but Gackt had never been a sane person so he just continued bouncing. Even after all of these years of standing by Gackt’s side and having a front row seat for the singers never ending stock of crazy ideas, You could still never completely understand how the other man thought.
You couldn’t help but feel that this was a very good thing.
“I have no idea Gackt,” You said with a sigh.
Gackt frowned. “You’re not even trying! Guess!”
Chacha had long since given up trying to understand how Gackt’s brain worked but he did like guessing games. “Is it edible?”
Gackt pondered the question for a moment. “Half of it is. I wouldn’t recommend eating the other half though.”
You sighed again. “Does it have your face on it?”
“Half of it does,” Gackt stated simply before breaking out in a wicked grin that frightened You even more, “the other half will have ALL of our faces on. And more.”
“So it’s two things?” Chacha asked.
“Two things that come together, yes,” Gackt confirmed.
“They come together?” Chacha repeated. “So, you buy the edible thing and get the non-edible thing with it?”
“Yes,” Gackt said with a giggle.
Now You was really worried. Gackt was far too excited about these new tour goods and normally that wouldn’t worry You that much as Gackt was the only one ever involved in tour goods. It was only Gackt that had appeared on those condoms after all. But Gackt had said that these goods involved all of Job and as Gackt was seemingly determined to drag everyone into this YFC concept as much as he could, You was starting to consider booking a one way ticket to somewhere hot and Gackt-less.
“Sounds like those candy and trading card sets you can buy at the 7-11,” You said with a grumble. He’d spent far too much money on trying to collect those trading cards when he was younger. In fact it was only last week that he…
“Yes!” Gackt squealed. “Just not candy… I don’t like candy.”
“Chips?” Chacha asked.
“Chips!” Gackt squealed again. You covered his ears and wished that Gackt had a volume control button hidden somewhere. “But what are the trading cards?”
Chacha paused. “They involve all of us?” Gackt nodded. “Do we need to do another photo shoot for these?”
“It’s booked for tomorrow,” Gackt said, that wicked grin back on his lips.
You wondered if there were any late and preferably cheap flights to the deepest, darkest South American rain forest available. “Is it going to be embarrassing?”
“It’s going to be… educational,” Gackt said with a look in his eye that was usually reserved for only one situation.
You knew that look well. “It’s something sexual isn’t it? You’re probably going to get us acting out sex positions or something…” Now there’s a crazy idea, You though. Gackt would never consider doing that…
Gackt squealed again. “Yes! That’s exactly what we’re doing! That’s why we’re such good friends, You, you know me so well!”
“We’re doing what?” Chacha exclaimed. “Sex positions?”
“Please tell me we’re keeping our clothes on at least…” You asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Gackt replied. “It’d take more than 300yen a bag to see me naked.”
“Gackt, honey,” Chacha said, “you’re always naked. And it’s always for free. You’re naked now other than for your shoes.”
“My feet hurt…” Gackt said sadly. “But I’ll wear clothes for the shoot tomorrow, I promise.”
You suddenly had a terrifying thought. “We’re not acting out these positions with each other are we?”
“Why?” Gackt asked, his eyebrows rising in a gesture that was meant to be sexy but instead looked more like a nervous twitch, “do you want to?”
“Not really, no,” You replied.
“Oh,” Gackt said with a disappointed tone to his voice. “Well, how about rehearsing them tonight? My house, 10pm. Don’t expect to go home for eight hours.”
“I’m washing my hair,” You answered.
“For eight hours?” Gackt asked.
You glared at him. “It’s very dirty.”
Chacha decided to interrupt the lecherous reply that he could see forming in Gackt’s oversexed brain. “How many positions are we doing?”
“There is sixty-nine in total,” Gackt answered.
“Of course there is,” You stated. “Er, wait. Sixty-nine? How many are we doing each?”
“The positions will be distributed fairly.”
“So that’s…” You paused while he tried to work it out in his mind, “a lot of positions each!” Maths had never been his strong point.
“C’mon You, don’t look so upset!” Gackt said as he draped a loose arm around You, “it’s going to be fun!”
“Gackt,” You said calmly,”stop feeling my ass.”
“It could be fun,” Chacha agreed, much to You’s dismay. You was counting on Chacha for support against the crazy Gackt monster and not for Chacha to agree with him. “We might learn a couple of positions too.”
“That’s the spirit,” Gackt said cheerfully. “I, of course, already know and have used all sixty-nine positions many times but there are always new positions for everyone else to learn!”
“Is there anything I can say that will stop this photo shoot from happening?” You asked.
“Absolutely nothing at all,” Gackt said with a smile, “although, if you promised to run through all sixty-nine positions with me, I might reconsider it.”
You didn’t reply.
“No? Oh well, it was a worth a try,” Gackt sighed. “Be ready for a workout tomorrow!”
You watched as Gackt walked away, desperately trying to look anywhere other than at the hypnotic jiggle of Gackt’s full ass as he bounced on his heels with every step. It was a battle he was losing. Badly.
“What speed dial number do we keep the mental hospital on again?” You asked.
“Number 3, honey” Chacha replied, “but I don’t think we need to involve them again, not yet anyway. Give them time to recover from Gackt’s last visit there first. The fish haven’t been the same since he left.”
“I guess,” You agreed. “What did I do to deserve being stuck in a band with an insane genius as the lead singer?”
“Genius and insanity go hand in hand,” Chacha said sagely. “You could always leave if it bothers you that much.”
You shook his head. “I can’t. Some days, I think I’m the only thing standing between Gackt and lifetime imprisonment. Besides, even the most horrific things he makes us do are usually entertaining… a little.”
“True,” Chacha said. “Tomorrow could be fun. Sixty-nine different sexual positions… There has to be something new in there.”
You hummed. “I wonder how many of those sixty-nine we’ve already done….”
“…and how many new ones we can discover,” Chacha finished.
~owari
Title - Guessing Game
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13 (sexual comments, Gackt being Gackt)
Word Count - 1,257
Pairing - one sided Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt tells You and Chacha about his latest and greatest idea for tour goods
Notes - set before the YFC tour
“I have an idea!”
You and Chacha both shuddered and shared a scared look. Those four little words when spoken by Gackt were the scariest words known to man and the source of many nights of trouble and embarrassment. They were on the same level of fright as “we’re all going to die” and “you’re going to be a father!”
Gackt, as usual, was completely oblivious to the wide eyed fright of his two guitarists. “Do you want to hear my idea?”
“Do we have a choice?” Chacha muttered.
“What? I didn’t hear you,” Gackt said.
“I said,” Chacha began, “that’d be nice.”
“It’s a new idea for tour goods,” Gackt said excitedly, practically bouncing in his expensive white leather shoes, “but I think you should guess.”
You stared at his long time friend with a glare that would terrify any sane person… but Gackt had never been a sane person so he just continued bouncing. Even after all of these years of standing by Gackt’s side and having a front row seat for the singers never ending stock of crazy ideas, You could still never completely understand how the other man thought.
You couldn’t help but feel that this was a very good thing.
“I have no idea Gackt,” You said with a sigh.
Gackt frowned. “You’re not even trying! Guess!”
Chacha had long since given up trying to understand how Gackt’s brain worked but he did like guessing games. “Is it edible?”
Gackt pondered the question for a moment. “Half of it is. I wouldn’t recommend eating the other half though.”
You sighed again. “Does it have your face on it?”
“Half of it does,” Gackt stated simply before breaking out in a wicked grin that frightened You even more, “the other half will have ALL of our faces on. And more.”
“So it’s two things?” Chacha asked.
“Two things that come together, yes,” Gackt confirmed.
“They come together?” Chacha repeated. “So, you buy the edible thing and get the non-edible thing with it?”
“Yes,” Gackt said with a giggle.
Now You was really worried. Gackt was far too excited about these new tour goods and normally that wouldn’t worry You that much as Gackt was the only one ever involved in tour goods. It was only Gackt that had appeared on those condoms after all. But Gackt had said that these goods involved all of Job and as Gackt was seemingly determined to drag everyone into this YFC concept as much as he could, You was starting to consider booking a one way ticket to somewhere hot and Gackt-less.
“Sounds like those candy and trading card sets you can buy at the 7-11,” You said with a grumble. He’d spent far too much money on trying to collect those trading cards when he was younger. In fact it was only last week that he…
“Yes!” Gackt squealed. “Just not candy… I don’t like candy.”
“Chips?” Chacha asked.
“Chips!” Gackt squealed again. You covered his ears and wished that Gackt had a volume control button hidden somewhere. “But what are the trading cards?”
Chacha paused. “They involve all of us?” Gackt nodded. “Do we need to do another photo shoot for these?”
“It’s booked for tomorrow,” Gackt said, that wicked grin back on his lips.
You wondered if there were any late and preferably cheap flights to the deepest, darkest South American rain forest available. “Is it going to be embarrassing?”
“It’s going to be… educational,” Gackt said with a look in his eye that was usually reserved for only one situation.
You knew that look well. “It’s something sexual isn’t it? You’re probably going to get us acting out sex positions or something…” Now there’s a crazy idea, You though. Gackt would never consider doing that…
Gackt squealed again. “Yes! That’s exactly what we’re doing! That’s why we’re such good friends, You, you know me so well!”
“We’re doing what?” Chacha exclaimed. “Sex positions?”
“Please tell me we’re keeping our clothes on at least…” You asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Gackt replied. “It’d take more than 300yen a bag to see me naked.”
“Gackt, honey,” Chacha said, “you’re always naked. And it’s always for free. You’re naked now other than for your shoes.”
“My feet hurt…” Gackt said sadly. “But I’ll wear clothes for the shoot tomorrow, I promise.”
You suddenly had a terrifying thought. “We’re not acting out these positions with each other are we?”
“Why?” Gackt asked, his eyebrows rising in a gesture that was meant to be sexy but instead looked more like a nervous twitch, “do you want to?”
“Not really, no,” You replied.
“Oh,” Gackt said with a disappointed tone to his voice. “Well, how about rehearsing them tonight? My house, 10pm. Don’t expect to go home for eight hours.”
“I’m washing my hair,” You answered.
“For eight hours?” Gackt asked.
You glared at him. “It’s very dirty.”
Chacha decided to interrupt the lecherous reply that he could see forming in Gackt’s oversexed brain. “How many positions are we doing?”
“There is sixty-nine in total,” Gackt answered.
“Of course there is,” You stated. “Er, wait. Sixty-nine? How many are we doing each?”
“The positions will be distributed fairly.”
“So that’s…” You paused while he tried to work it out in his mind, “a lot of positions each!” Maths had never been his strong point.
“C’mon You, don’t look so upset!” Gackt said as he draped a loose arm around You, “it’s going to be fun!”
“Gackt,” You said calmly,”stop feeling my ass.”
“It could be fun,” Chacha agreed, much to You’s dismay. You was counting on Chacha for support against the crazy Gackt monster and not for Chacha to agree with him. “We might learn a couple of positions too.”
“That’s the spirit,” Gackt said cheerfully. “I, of course, already know and have used all sixty-nine positions many times but there are always new positions for everyone else to learn!”
“Is there anything I can say that will stop this photo shoot from happening?” You asked.
“Absolutely nothing at all,” Gackt said with a smile, “although, if you promised to run through all sixty-nine positions with me, I might reconsider it.”
You didn’t reply.
“No? Oh well, it was a worth a try,” Gackt sighed. “Be ready for a workout tomorrow!”
You watched as Gackt walked away, desperately trying to look anywhere other than at the hypnotic jiggle of Gackt’s full ass as he bounced on his heels with every step. It was a battle he was losing. Badly.
“What speed dial number do we keep the mental hospital on again?” You asked.
“Number 3, honey” Chacha replied, “but I don’t think we need to involve them again, not yet anyway. Give them time to recover from Gackt’s last visit there first. The fish haven’t been the same since he left.”
“I guess,” You agreed. “What did I do to deserve being stuck in a band with an insane genius as the lead singer?”
“Genius and insanity go hand in hand,” Chacha said sagely. “You could always leave if it bothers you that much.”
You shook his head. “I can’t. Some days, I think I’m the only thing standing between Gackt and lifetime imprisonment. Besides, even the most horrific things he makes us do are usually entertaining… a little.”
“True,” Chacha said. “Tomorrow could be fun. Sixty-nine different sexual positions… There has to be something new in there.”
You hummed. “I wonder how many of those sixty-nine we’ve already done….”
“…and how many new ones we can discover,” Chacha finished.
~owari