December Challenge 09 - Destroy
December Challenge 09
Title - Destroy
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 516
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - You, Junji
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt has collapsed after a live again and Junji wonders why You doesn't ask Gackt to slow down
Notes - set during the RRII tour
Another city, another live… another night where Gackt collapsed and had to be carried back to his dressing room.
So many things had changed over the last eleven years, You mused. Band members, hairstyles, music, Gackt himself… but so many things remained the same.
The scene that was playing out in front of You was something he’d seen a hundred times before. Some of the cast members may have changed as crew members moved on or quit touring altogether but they were merely supporting actors. The lead role and script remained the same.
Gackt was lying on the floor on a make shift bed of towels. He was on his back, his skin bare and modesty covered by another towel as crew members applied ice packs to his too pale, too hot and too sweaty skin. Occasionally Gackt would moan angrily or jerk his limbs against the cold assault, actions that You knew frustrated those who were trying to help his lover but they were also actions that placated You’s fear that always grew inside him when he saw Gackt collapse.
If Gackt was moaning and fighting, it meant that at some level at least, he was still aware of his surroundings, despite how motionless and distant his lifeless body suggested he was.
Finally the crew members walked away, content that Gackt’s fever had reduced and that it would only be a matter of time before the singer woke of his own accord. He’d be groggy and weak still, but he’d be awake.
You hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t the only band member watching the scene. “Why do you let him do this to himself?”
You turned around to see Junji, his orange hair flat and plastered to his face after his shower, standing behind him. “What do you mean?”
“I hear Chacha telling Gackt to slow down and take a break all of the time. The dancers and crew always tell him to take a day off. I tell him to take a day off pretty much daily but you never say anything like that to him. Why?”
You didn’t answer.
“He’d listen to you, You. He always listens to you. If you told him to slow down he would. I know it kills you to see him like this, night after night, but don’t you realise that it’s killing him too?”
You closed his eyes. “Of course I know that, Junji. I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces and stays awake all night, just to make sure that he’s okay.”
“So why…”
“Because,” You interrupted, “this is what Gackt wants. I know he’s destroying himself by insisting on working at this speed but he enjoys it. If I asked him to quit or to slow down, he’d do it but he’d he hate me for taking away the most important thing in his life. If he decides to step back it has to be his own decision, not mine.
“I’m just selfish I guess,” You continued. “I’d rather he destroyed himself than destroyed us. I couldn’t live with him hating me.”
~owari
Title - Destroy
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 516
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - You, Junji
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt has collapsed after a live again and Junji wonders why You doesn't ask Gackt to slow down
Notes - set during the RRII tour
Another city, another live… another night where Gackt collapsed and had to be carried back to his dressing room.
So many things had changed over the last eleven years, You mused. Band members, hairstyles, music, Gackt himself… but so many things remained the same.
The scene that was playing out in front of You was something he’d seen a hundred times before. Some of the cast members may have changed as crew members moved on or quit touring altogether but they were merely supporting actors. The lead role and script remained the same.
Gackt was lying on the floor on a make shift bed of towels. He was on his back, his skin bare and modesty covered by another towel as crew members applied ice packs to his too pale, too hot and too sweaty skin. Occasionally Gackt would moan angrily or jerk his limbs against the cold assault, actions that You knew frustrated those who were trying to help his lover but they were also actions that placated You’s fear that always grew inside him when he saw Gackt collapse.
If Gackt was moaning and fighting, it meant that at some level at least, he was still aware of his surroundings, despite how motionless and distant his lifeless body suggested he was.
Finally the crew members walked away, content that Gackt’s fever had reduced and that it would only be a matter of time before the singer woke of his own accord. He’d be groggy and weak still, but he’d be awake.
You hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t the only band member watching the scene. “Why do you let him do this to himself?”
You turned around to see Junji, his orange hair flat and plastered to his face after his shower, standing behind him. “What do you mean?”
“I hear Chacha telling Gackt to slow down and take a break all of the time. The dancers and crew always tell him to take a day off. I tell him to take a day off pretty much daily but you never say anything like that to him. Why?”
You didn’t answer.
“He’d listen to you, You. He always listens to you. If you told him to slow down he would. I know it kills you to see him like this, night after night, but don’t you realise that it’s killing him too?”
You closed his eyes. “Of course I know that, Junji. I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces and stays awake all night, just to make sure that he’s okay.”
“So why…”
“Because,” You interrupted, “this is what Gackt wants. I know he’s destroying himself by insisting on working at this speed but he enjoys it. If I asked him to quit or to slow down, he’d do it but he’d he hate me for taking away the most important thing in his life. If he decides to step back it has to be his own decision, not mine.
“I’m just selfish I guess,” You continued. “I’d rather he destroyed himself than destroyed us. I couldn’t live with him hating me.”
~owari