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My Asrun Star	By : nanashiamai Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Vitas Bumac Views: 820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Vitas Bumac. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: contrary to popular belief, it is impossible to own vitas bumac, though i'd love to. but seriously, my wonderful friend and i were talking the other day, and she said something about how amazingly hot vitas and gackt would be together. and i can't argue with that. so i thought, hey, why not give it a whirl. though i'm a bit put off that there are no vitas fics on this site! poor little under-appreciated cutie. but whatever. at any rate, most of the places mentioned in here are real. i have never been there but i do my best to research to the best of my ability. as for svetlana, i bet she's probably a really awesome person, and i'm so glad that vitas has her. but for this fic to work, she had to go. so i explain all that and...voila. vitas plus gackt. eventually there will be some references to vitas x svetlana, gackt x kami, and of course the premice of this piece. let me know what you guys think, okay?

the songs that inspired this fic are as follows: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rTOxg6i2Ow http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9A1-fxd-hI ignore the videos and listen to the music.

okay, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Absolut and Svetlana

The whir of the four engines from the JAPAN air Boeing 747 was all that could be heard in the relatively uninhabited first-class section. All silence seemed to stem around a solitary figure seated in the last row, the seat beside him which usually would have been reserved for his partner, for the first time in years empty, leaving him cold and aloof, his eyes on the window. The pale light of evening crept across his soft features, causing his aquiline nose to cast odd shadows on the seat beside him. Hazel eyes never tore themselves from the view outside, despite the music flying within his head, and the thoughts that kept pushing into him to question where he was. Could it be that they had been so happy, so in love, and now she was far from him, spurning the person he had become. The conversation was still fresh in his memory.

“Vitalii, you do not love me.” The spurn was evident in her voice as she turned down the hand that was offered her. The tall male stood by looking shocked more than anything. He allowed his hand to remain outstretched in her direction, hoping the condemnation would end here and wouldn’t keep her from him – that this too would pass, just like all the other times the two had struggled. How could she doubt him? He loved her. He always had.

“Svetlana - ”

“No, I’m not going with you this time,” the female answered, pulling at the shining goldenrod hair that seemed to dance around her slender shoulders mockingly. It suited her somehow. She looked so incredible, even in her anger, and for a moment only he tried to ignore the pain that would come of this. She couldn’t hold this against him forever. She couldn’t. “What you seem to miss is that you stopped loving me when all this noise started.”

“How could you doubt I love you? All I wanted to tell you was - ”

“I’m going back,” she answered as she turned away from him, refusing entry to both the shining black limousine and his company on the flight to Japan. She was walking away from him and he couldn’t seem to find the words to say anything. All he did was watch her retreating figure as she made her way from his life.

“Svetlana,” he was finally able to force from his constricted larynx, the sound catching in her ears and causing her to pause in her steps. “I do love you.”

“No, Vitas, you don’t. There isn’t room for a Svetlana in Vitas’ world.” She shook her head as though she wasn’t quite sure what to say to him, and yet the words were forming themselves within her head. “It’s hard to get past the ego to find the room for myself in you.” Then without another word she entered her car, out of his life and into a silent emptiness that he couldn’t understand – a silence that only seemed to stem from the fingerless diamond ring in his left pocket.

A bitter sigh escaped his lips as his eyes flickered for just a moment from the window to his hand that rest upon his left knee. He knew it rest but a few inches from the shining ring that could have glimmered from her slender, ivory finger for the rest of both their lives. Unfortunately, it lay completely abandoned in his pocket wishing it never existed, never gave him a sense of hope that one day the two of them would be arm in arm, hand in hand. He wanted her to be the one to keep him grounded in his ever-changing life, to keep him from succumbing to the beautiful young things who loved and lusted on him. She had to be the one.

Or at least that was what he thought.

A moment’s contemplation and he turned his thoughts to the music, perhaps the only solace he found in his upside-down world. The music was all that made it worth it - the thousands of screaming fans, the life on the road, the empty living…the empty home.

“Excuse me, Vitasu-sama.” A small, musical voice broke his concentration and the male glanced through clouded hazel eyes to a short, bright-eyed Japanese flight attendant who bore a tray filled with beverages. Her Russian was poor, but her smile was genuine, and it was enough to keep him from losing her completely. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Yes, thank you,” he replied softly and his eyes scanned the contents before he zeroed in on an individual-sized bottle of Absolut that seemed to cry out to him its perfection in oblivion. He had no fear for ruining his voice – not now, anyway, as he had no desire to use it until tomorrow evening, when it would be filling a venue at Inokashira Park along with several other Japanese and Far Eastern performers. The park’s draw was its beautiful cherry blossoms, and what better to bring in a lovely season then to open the cherry blossom festival with a concert of grand proportions. Vitas knew few of the frontliners, though a few names were relatively familiar to him, at least from the fame they left behind. But this was far from his mind, as the scorn he had received at the hand of Svetlana had done little to keep his head above water. As the childlike flight-attendant poured the small bottle of aqua-vitae into a Styrofoam cup atop some crystalline ice, his eyes turned to this new substance as his fortress in the storm. If he couldn’t fix it, he could forget it. And it was what he intended to do.

Of course, one small bottle of vodka was hardly enough to erase the fresh wounds of his soul. Still, he cast the flight attendant a forced yet charming smile of thanks and kept his face bright, so he could be ignored by those around him. After all, they knew well enough who he was, and when a celebrity did little to demand attention for himself, very few working people complained about it. He could have made life hell for them like he had in the past, but for the moment he was content to simply slide under the silence unnoticed. It was easier than acknowledging his hurt.

The flight from Riga International Airport to Tokyo International Airport was approximately 10 hours nonstop, though it felt like time had stopped while in the air, and as the plane taxied into the kokusai kuko the Russian found himself missing the cloud cover and the silence. Even from here, he could see the packed streets that were Tokyo, and he knew that such beautiful silence would not be found here. But there is always the music, he assured himself as he stood up and gathered his carryon luggage and made his way out before the common passengers in coach could catch a glimpse of him. He was ushered out of the cabin quickly by some of the flight staff, as it kept his privacy from being breached by potential fanatics. Coming through the terminal he stumbled once or twice, the lack of movement and substance of alcohol in his system making him tipsy at best, but once he had found his way to another empty, controlled black limo, he allowed himself to be whisked away without question, without thought into silence. He could hear the muffled noise of the cars outside, but it was irrelevant to him as the radio piped in Dido and Aeneas to his wanting ears. The operatic music was beautiful and calming to him as he tried to lose himself in the music, but it couldn’t change the past. All it could hope to do was influence his future.

Dai-Ichi Kichijouji Hotel was an odd-looking hotel, and as the limo pulled up to the entrance, Vitas was a bit skeptical as to why his agent had booked the place for him. Its oddly-coloured pink brick was enough to offset his delicate mood, but the fact that the hotel was a bit younger than he was seemed strange to him. He was used to spending his nights in fabulous five-star hotels that had stood the test of time – vaulted ceilings, crystal chandeliers, antique elevators and mirrored ballrooms were what he had grown accustomed to, and this didn’t seem to suit his taste in the least. However, the foyer didn’t fail him in its modern décor, and as he approached the main desk, he was pleased to see a sign that boasted “Multi-Lingual Staff” in several different languages, including Russian. It was a relief to see, as he couldn’t say he knew the language spoken here – several tours through China and even that language was foreign to him, but he brushed off his inability to understand as the side-effect of learning a new alphabet. He was fluent in Cyrillic – Chinese Characters failed him.

He approached the check-in and was greeted by yet another smiling, childlike Japanese female whose bright smile seemed to light up the room, despite the dreary weather outside. Vitas forced yet again the charming, mischievous smile that had become his trademark amoung fans and the woman bowed slightly at the waist, clearly taken in by his charm. “Irashaimasu. Welcome. Foon ying. Chào mung. Hwangyeonghamnida. Bienvenue. Dobro pozhalovat'…”

“Zdravstvuite. I have a reservation for Vitas Bumac?” His eyes watched the female as she typed the name into the computer, suddenly reverting to a solemn demeanor as though the name registered with her. Clearly she didn’t know him, as her greeting when he entered wasn’t something he was used to in Russian hotels. Not that he minded the lack of reaction he received from her, there was still a part of him that didn’t feel right being ‘normal’. However the girl quickly recovered herself and her humor when she read the information on her screen.

“Ah, I see here you are in our first class suite. We have special accommodations for our special guests,” she added with a wink and her charm was almost too much for him. She was adorable enough, but yet at the same time the childlike quality was quickly becoming obnoxious, and he would be glad to find himself in his room with the mini-bar to keep him from failing.

“Thank you,” he replied softly, and despite his discomfort with the woman, he kept the charm for as long as he could handle, noticing the female blush slightly under his gaze. There it was. He could deal with her now. Her reaction was what he had been waiting for, and now that he’d received it, her obnoxiousness was offset by the fact that he was causing her to have feelings. “Is it ready then? I am rather tired. Flying in from Riga was quite a long trip, and I need some time to rest.”

She giggled and covered her mouth to hide the sound, though it was impossible to suppress the sound. “Of course, Bumac-Sama. I will have Haruki show you to your room.” She then vanished for a moment behind a set of double doors and left him standing there alone, taking in the sounds of the Japanese people around him. Their language was new and interesting to him, like music of another type, and he stood by in silence for several moments listening to the sound of it and curious what all people could be saying. For all he knew, the businessmen to his left were talking about stocks and the news, while the females behind the counter could have been talking about him. He fancied they were, but did not dwell on the thought for terribly long when the bubbly girl returned with a male, taller than her, but still short in comparison to the Russian. His eyes were severe and dark as pitch, but his expression was mellow.

“Hello. I will be showing you to your room, Bumac-Sama.” He bowed lightly at the waist (it must have been a custom Vitas was unfamiliar with) and took upon himself the task of leading Vitas and his luggage to their suite. The suitcases had been conveniently sent there by the airport to avoid any confusion when getting the celebrity out, and to aid in his speedy departure. Vitas was used to this by now, but every so often the treatment he received startled him. This was one of those times. “Shall we take the elevator, Bumac-Sama? The first class suite is located on the top floor.”

“Of course,” Vitas replied vaguely, not concerning himself with anything but the path before him that lead to a warm bed and a solace. He fell silent as he followed the Japanese male to the elevator, no longer aware of the sites around him – of the wood paneling, the frosted glass lanterns, or the etched windows. It was a blur to him.

When they exited the elevator, Vitas found himself in a relatively abandoned hallway lined with floral carpet. The doors to the rooms seemed to sparkle like new wood, and the smell of cleanliness was strong in the air. “Your room is the last door to the left.”

Vitas nodded and made his way to the door, taking the keys from his quiet guide and opening the door, then allowing the smaller through so he could relieve himself of the luggage. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s my job, Bumac-Sama,” the Japanese man replied calmly and he set the luggage on a luggage rack to the back of the room, turning then and making eye contact with the tall Russian. “Is there anything I can get you before I leave?”

Vitas shook his head, seeing no reason to detain the small working man longer, and once again found himself bowed to slightly. This time, he returned the gesture to the best of his ability, though he looked terribly awkward when he did so and the Japanese man cracked the smallest of smiles at the foreigner’s well-meant attempt at niceties.

“I shall leave you then. If you are in need of anything, the front desk is 1.” He gestured with one hand to the telephone situated on a bedside table on the wall. The small smile still breaking his features ever so slightly, the small man left the room, closing the door softly behind him. The silence was just what he needed, and without even allowing the time to pass for him to adjust to this new room, he collapsed onto one of the beds, his eyes closing on contact with the Cashmere blankets.

AN: expect chapter 2, where gackt comes in. leave me comments please!!!
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