Day 20 - Rumors
Title - Rumors
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 502
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - there are rumors about Gackt....
As soon as You walked into the room he could feel the tension in the air. It was empty other than for Gackt, but that was expected as it was Gackt’s living room. The singer sat at the desk that dominated the far wall and he was staring at the open laptop before him. You could almost see the stress radiating from him.
“Are you okay, Gaku?” You asked softly.
“Fine,” Gackt answered curtly. He paused for a few moments before sighing and getting to his feet. “Maybe you should see this,” he said, gesturing to the open laptop screen.
You looked at Gackt with confusion, but did as he was asked. He sat down on Gackt’s vacated seat and read the article that was on the screen. Tax evasion. Mafia ties. A secret mistress and love child. Charity fraud. You sat back in the chair and exhaled deeply. The story was damaging, despite its source being a trashy tabloid, and he could understand why Gackt had seemed so stressed.
The man in question was stood by the window with his back to the room. You had been there every step of the way as Gackt had worked tirelessly to get his charity off the ground and knew how much helping those affected meant to Gackt. Those accusations most of all must sting.
“Gaku,” You whispered. Gackt had heard him, he knew, but Gackt didn’t react.
You reached out, gently grabbed Gackt’s arm and turned the man to face him. Gackt’s face was stoic and impassive and to anyone who didn’t know him well he would have appeared unfazed by the rumours he’d just read. But You did know him well, and he could see the emotions that Gackt was desperately trying to keep locked behind his deep brown eyes.
You could think of no actions other than one. He reached out and pulled Gackt into a hug, his long arms wrapping around Gackt’s back and pushing their bodies together. Gackt resisted for a few seconds but slowly relaxed and returned the embrace, his head coming to rest in the crook of You’s neck.
“Everybody who is important,” You said quietly, “your family, friends and fans believe in you and trust in you.”
Gackt remained silent and simply pressed closer to You’s safety and warmth.
Eventually, Gackt replied. “Thank you,” he said softly.
You allowed Gackt to pull away when the singer tried and faced Gackt with a slight smile. The emotions in Gackt’s eyes were still raging, but there was a fierce determination there that hadn’t been there before.
“I should call the office,” Gackt said, “and see what they recommend I do. Deny it? Stay silent and hope it’s ignored? I don’t know what would be best.”
You watched as Gackt walked back over to the desk his laptop sat upon and picked up the phone. He listened silently as Gackt discussed his options with his management and felt happy, despite the circumstances, that Gackt was now willing to fight.
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG
Word Count - 502
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - there are rumors about Gackt....
As soon as You walked into the room he could feel the tension in the air. It was empty other than for Gackt, but that was expected as it was Gackt’s living room. The singer sat at the desk that dominated the far wall and he was staring at the open laptop before him. You could almost see the stress radiating from him.
“Are you okay, Gaku?” You asked softly.
“Fine,” Gackt answered curtly. He paused for a few moments before sighing and getting to his feet. “Maybe you should see this,” he said, gesturing to the open laptop screen.
You looked at Gackt with confusion, but did as he was asked. He sat down on Gackt’s vacated seat and read the article that was on the screen. Tax evasion. Mafia ties. A secret mistress and love child. Charity fraud. You sat back in the chair and exhaled deeply. The story was damaging, despite its source being a trashy tabloid, and he could understand why Gackt had seemed so stressed.
The man in question was stood by the window with his back to the room. You had been there every step of the way as Gackt had worked tirelessly to get his charity off the ground and knew how much helping those affected meant to Gackt. Those accusations most of all must sting.
“Gaku,” You whispered. Gackt had heard him, he knew, but Gackt didn’t react.
You reached out, gently grabbed Gackt’s arm and turned the man to face him. Gackt’s face was stoic and impassive and to anyone who didn’t know him well he would have appeared unfazed by the rumours he’d just read. But You did know him well, and he could see the emotions that Gackt was desperately trying to keep locked behind his deep brown eyes.
You could think of no actions other than one. He reached out and pulled Gackt into a hug, his long arms wrapping around Gackt’s back and pushing their bodies together. Gackt resisted for a few seconds but slowly relaxed and returned the embrace, his head coming to rest in the crook of You’s neck.
“Everybody who is important,” You said quietly, “your family, friends and fans believe in you and trust in you.”
Gackt remained silent and simply pressed closer to You’s safety and warmth.
Eventually, Gackt replied. “Thank you,” he said softly.
You allowed Gackt to pull away when the singer tried and faced Gackt with a slight smile. The emotions in Gackt’s eyes were still raging, but there was a fierce determination there that hadn’t been there before.
“I should call the office,” Gackt said, “and see what they recommend I do. Deny it? Stay silent and hope it’s ignored? I don’t know what would be best.”
You watched as Gackt walked back over to the desk his laptop sat upon and picked up the phone. He listened silently as Gackt discussed his options with his management and felt happy, despite the circumstances, that Gackt was now willing to fight.
~owari