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Just a weekend	By : CathyEddy Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Gackt Views: 1237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT personally know Gackt Camui. I do NOT make any profit off this story that is nothing more then a work a of fan fiction my imagination created for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-Just a weekend isn’t enough.
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Author’s note: I’ve written Gackt fan fiction but this is the first I’ve posted…it being the only one I can actually seem to work with from start to finish. And yes it is supposed to be written out this way. Enjoy.
February 13,2010--2nd note: While working on this I had to reread and yes I made a few changes and corrections. Sorry to those who have read the first chapter.

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It was supposed to be just a simple meet and greet type thing and what it turned out to be was something of a life experience.

Okay, so this is what happened first…

I had entered a contest, not really thinking I’d win, and come two weeks later I learn otherwise. You see the contest was set up so that the winners got to choose from a list of ten famous people, the one person they wanted to spend a weekend with. Well as I looked over that list I saw at least four people I would have loved to of met. But since I could only chose one to spend a weekend with I decided to go with the guy called Gackt. I didn’t really know anything about him, except that he was from Japan, a country I had always wanted to visit. And since the other people didn’t live anywhere I wanted to visit I knew my choice was a good one. Besides I told myself I could always learn about this Gackt while we hung out for the weekend. And I was pretty certain he wouldn’t just sit on his butt the whole time. I hoped.

Now, for what happened after I got to Japan…

I learned one thing about flying…I hate it. I didn’t like the long ass flight one bit therefore when I finally got to Japan I was very happy to get off the plane. And thankfully I didn’t have to hang around the airport for to long. My ride was waiting for me right outside. So I was able to go to my hotel room right off. I wouldn’t be meeting up with Gackt until later that day so I had some time to shower, get some real food in me and sleep a few hours. Jetlag sucks.

Now for what took place a few hours later…

I had woken up several minutes before the alarm clock was to go off. So I turned it off and lay in bed for a bit. I wondered what was gonna happen over the next couple days. Though I knew not to wish for things, I couldn’t help but hope something enjoyable came out of this meeting. I looked at the clock and decided I had to get my butt going so I pushed the covers off and got up. I went about my usual morning deal of using the bathroom then making a cup of coffee and parking my butt in front of the TV.

I came across this show called ‘hey hey hey’ and guess who I see on it…Gackt, the guy I was to meet in a couple hours. He didn’t seem all that thrilled yet some how I got the impression he kept himself under tight reins, though, inside he might have been freaking out. I wondered why. Once the show was over I went to get dressed. I put on the usual clothing of blue jeans, long sleeve shirt under the favorite pullover and my sneakers. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth then made sure I had everything set. By the time I was done a knock came at the room door. So I went over to answer it, figuring it was the person who greeted me at the airport.

But…I find it is Gackt himself instead. Which I’m a bit surprised considering I had been told he would not be coming here to meet me but I was to go meet him somewhere else. They wouldn’t tell me because they didn’t want me telling any one else. Like who was I going to tell?!

“Hi.” I say, showing my surprise.
“Good afternoon. I’m Gackt.” he introduces himself, seeming a bit shy though he was trying not to show it.

And so we had greeted each other.

That day…

It wasn’t exactly what I had expected but nonetheless I found I was enjoying myself. He had offered to take me sight seeing around the city and so I had taking him up on it. And we had drove around and he had pointed this and that out to me and then he decided to make a couple stops. Mainly to meet a couple of his friends, which surprised me. I hadn’t ever thought he would do that but he had and it was kind of fun. A bit unnerving but nonetheless interesting. And it seemed a couple of them decided to tease him about me, though, I couldn’t understand what was said, I got the feeling it was personal.

And after the roaming around town we headed to his house. Which I found was very odd. A good share of it was under ground and constructed of concrete and stone for the most part. And was dark inside. I had to use a flash light so I didn’t go bumping into and tripping over things. But once my eyes adjusted I found I didn’t need the flashlight anymore. It was odd because normally I couldn’t see worth shit in the dark, not even with a simple hint of light. I was blinder then a bat, as the saying goes. But one thing I did like was the water thing he had in his bedroom. I thought that was just awesome. Then there was the bathroom of blue and stone. I felt like I was stepping into some ancient god’s personal private chamber. It was weird but cool at the same time.

Then Gackt treated me to something special. He cooked dinner and I learned he is a fairly good cook. I actually ate all that I had on my plate. Though I had wondered why he had prepared a western style table setting instead of the eastern style you find in Japan. But it was okay. I still enjoyed every thing. And we had talked about this and that and I learned a few things about him that got me wondering if he was even aware of them. It wasn’t big or major things. Nope, just small minor stuff like movements and pronunciations of certain words. Though I did learn his English is rather good. I didn’t have much trouble understanding him talking. And the fact of how calm and quiet his speech is. All of this spoke of a man who really did keep a tight hold on himself. I wondered about this but I didn’t bother to ask him for right now I didn’t think it was any of my business.

Several hours later…

I had been woken up to the sound of a piano playing. Knowing I wouldn’t sleep I got up and went in search of the source of that music. I eventually came to a room where I find my host is hard at work. At first I was going to leave him alone but then I heard the missed notes and him give a slight curse. Apparently he couldn’t figure it out. And the next thing I know I am standing behind him with my arms outstretched over his shoulders, my fingers moving over the keys as if I knew how to play.

I didn’t, so I didn’t understand why the heck I was doing this. But I was doing it so I did it and then I leaned to the side a bit to look at his face. He was surprised and a bit miffed it seemed.
“Try that.” I say then stand up and step away from him. He turns his chair around to face me. I meet those fake colored eyes with calmness.
“How do you know that piece?” He asks and I shrugged my shoulders.
“To be honest, I have no idea. I don’t even play the piano. Wouldn’t know where to begin.”
“Yet you played it as if you’ve played for years.”
“I know.” I say, getting the feeling I was being affected by all the energy in this place he called his house. And I wasn’t willing to explain to him about that part of myself. Though he seemed to give up on the subject, I had the feeling it wouldn’t be far from his main thoughts.
“I’m leaving for Okinawa in a few hours. Make sure you’re ready.” He says, leaving me confused as he turns back around to continue his work. I figure now I should leave him be and so I leave the room, going back to the bedroom I was using. Along the way I hear the melody I had played and for some reason it brings a smile to my face.

On the way to Okinawa…

Like I had said before… I hate flying. Well I wasn’t the only one, I learned, but his reason was different. He tells me he’s claustrophobic. And if he was going to be in a tight place it had to be majorly tight and cramped. I thought about being buried, wrapped up in cloth and covered by earth, alive. Though it seemed a bit much it was what his words brought to my mind. And he seemed to hold it together okay, as long as he kept himself occupied. And flying over any water, especially open waters like the ocean, the plane is bound to find some turbulence. And when it had I find my hand becoming the target of his fear because he was seriously squeezing it hard to the point I began to worry about bones being broken. I didn’t so much like that idea but I understood his fear as the plane soon calmed its bouncing to resume a smooth flight.

Meeting the family…

This was very highly nerve racking. I didn’t know any of the customs therefore I felt very out of place. But Gackt assured me I’d be okay. And so I said my hellos to his family that we’d be staying with. And I ended up getting bombarded by kids. Kids, because his nephew and niece and their friends were loving the idea of having an older person to play with. I didn’t mind even though I couldn’t really understand what they were saying. But some how it wasn’t really necessary.

Yanbaru Forest…

This little island of Okinawa was kind of like being in an alternate world to me. It was warm here all year round and the wild life you saw was amazing. Especially at the far northern end of the island where wild life was flourishing like crazy in a forest called Yanbaru Forest. Most of it was untouched, thankfully. And that was where Gackt and the family had decided to bring me for the day. I think mainly because I had shown such interest in it when the plane was flying over it. I had even managed to find an area where I could go swimming and just enjoy the water and sun shining down on me.

Of course that changed because apparently Gackt had been watching me the whole time and I hadn’t even noticed until I felt water splash on me. He was in the water with me, right beside me, and scared the crap out of me. He got a kick out of that then proceeded to chase me. We goofed off until it got just a bit to personal for my taste then we headed back to meet up with the rest of the family. They had decided that going out to eat was a good idea. I found it not so good. I didn’t like sea food. But thankfully I had found something I did like and it seemed Gackt did too. He tried to eat my fruit I was saving for last. I had smacked his hand, not having expecting to, and come to find he actually though it amusing. I thought it rude of me. But then again I didn’t want him eating my fruit.

After dinner we went back to the house. That night I didn’t really get to sleep. For one I couldn’t find it because something kept on bugging me. I had no idea what it was. And second, I had two little kids stretched out all over the place on the floor with me. Giving up on sleep I decided to go outside. I didn’t know where I was going but I was walking somewhere. Eventually I found myself at a tomb sight. It seemed to be a family burial tomb. I didn’t know why I was drawn here. But I had been so I looked around at the markers and soon came to realize this was Gackt’s family’s tomb. I noted the oldest ones and recalled what I had been told. His great grand-father was buried here.
“What are you doing here?” I hear the unexpected voice and jumped a bit. Placing my hand to my chest I say, “Don’t do that.” Then look back to the marks. “I couldn’t sleep.” I say, telling him the truth. “So why are you here?” I knew he didn’t sleep all that much but I wondered why he’d be here.
“I come to visit my great grand-father when I come home.”
“Oh.” I say, knowing he had told me this earlier in the day. I just hadn’t known where.
“So why are you here?”
“To be honest, I have no idea. I couldn’t sleep and decide to go outside. I ended up here.” I look up at him. “Gackt, what is going on? Why do I keep getting these things happening to me.” I ask him. “First with the piano then at the forest and now this. What is going on?” And he seemed hesitant in answering me. So I lightly touched his arm. “I’m not upset. I just wanna know.”
“There’s someone I want you to meet.” he says and I find myself wondering who and why.

Meeting the grandmother…

I had no idea just how strange things were about to get. This person Gackt wanted me to meet was in fact his grandmother, the oldest woman in the family’s house. The one person who had been busy somewhere else when we first arrived. So I hadn’t gotten to meet her then. But I sure was now as she acted as if she had known me all her life. I had no clue in that moment but soon afterwards I was informed about a lady that had once been a part of this family. A lady I come to learn was the great grandfather’s beloved butterfly, as they refer to her as. Apparently she had no name. And I also come to learn that this grand mother of Gackt’s is a Kamidari, or for the more simple minded, an Okinawa Shaman. And one of the more powerful ones on the island.

And now that I knew all of this I understood what was going on with me. Though I still didn’t understand why I was being affected by the energies of her ancestors for. Though it was mentioned about me looking just like the woman referred to as butterfly and Gackt looking just like his great grand father didn’t give me much reason to really think it possible. but then again I knew better then to doubt the elderly ones that are connected with the spirit world. They don’t play games because they understand what can happen to those who do. Though I was sure there had to be a few. But this lady wasn’t one of them.

And as that day went by, with each passing hour, I began to feel more and more effected by the energy around me. And yah, I had asked it to please back off and when it didn’t I gave a slight push. Nothing happened, I didn’t get bombarded or scolded. The only thing that did happened was the energy didn’t budge. For some reason it was crowding me and not explaining why and that was beginning to piss me off. And far as I knew I hadn’t done anything to offend them. But then with spirits you never really know what can set them off.

So for the rest of the night I mainly stayed alone while Gackt went some where with his grandmother. I didn’t want to bother anyone so I decided to go for a walk and I ended up at the beach. I didn’t know why but I had always been dawn to water and the ocean was a big one. So I found a spot to park my butt and just looked out at the waves crashing on the shore then rolling back out to sea only to repeat the motion.
“Who are you that keeps bothering me? Why do you bother me?” I ask out loud to whoever it was. I didn’t expect to hear an answer. I couldn’t hear spirits nor see them though I could sense them clearly. And so I sat here for who knows how many hours before I finally drifted off to sleep.

A lesson learned…

Okay, so slipping off without telling any one wasn’t the best thing I’d ever done. But to be honest I hadn’t really even thought about it when I left. I just left and that was that. So when I realized I wasn’t alone and my head was resting on some woman’s lap I looked up at her. A woman that I didn’t know yet somehow she felt very familiar to me. Though we said not a word to each other there was no denying that we were in fact communicating. I could feel that motherly energy emanating from her and I was responding like a daughter who very much loved and respected her mother.

So that was it. This woman was my mother from a different time, a different life, here on this island. A very young mother it seemed. Then I felt a time shift and now I was looking at a young girl crying as she leaned over a woman who I guessed was dead. So she had lost her mother then.

Again a time shift happened, and now I was looking up at a very handsome young man. He had long black hair and was wearing a kimono, a pattern that seemed familiar to me, then I notice I too am wearing a kimono. I didn’t get why but the feelings that I was getting was suggesting a very happy day. We kissed. Then I hear cheering. I looked away from him to find it was a ceremony. But we weren’t the focus. And when I look back at him he is smiling. His lips moving, saying ‘I love you, my butterfly.’

Then it is over and I am back at the spot where I had fallen asleep. I sit up and look out at the ocean. The sun was just coming up so I hadn’t been asleep for long. And now I had many questions. And no answers. Though, at least I now understood something. I had a connection with this island. Or rather my spirit did. Now I knew why I had always wanted to visit Japan. So I guess I had a couple answers. But not exactly the ones I wanted. Though I found I wasn’t even sure what those answers were that I supposedly wanted.

And I did learn one other thing. Sleeping outside without covers wasn’t the best of ideas I’d ever had. But I was okay. Shivering as I walked back to the house but otherwise okay.
That was until I got back to the house.
“Where in the hell have you been?” Gackt barked at me and I looked at him as if he’d insulted me instead. I was not pleased about being treated as if I were a child.
“I don’t have to ask your permission if I wanna go out. You’re not my boss.” I tell him and he seemed to take offense to that.
“You are my guest and that makes me responsible for you.” He snarls at me and I knew where this was going. And it seemed so to did his grandmother because she told him to go outside. I watched as he reluctantly left. More interested in arguing. Then she looked at me without a word and I knew I was being silently scolded.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.” I tell her, hoping she’d understand. And the look that came to her face was of bewildered surprise. I didn’t understand.
“Child, I clearly understand your words.” She says. Then takes my hand into hers as if to read the palm. It didn’t seem like she saw anything there as she looked off at something. I didn’t get what was going on. No doubt a spirit was there though I didn’t sense it. “Come.” She says, leading me out the door. She paused a moment then continued on and soon enough she had me standing right before her grandson. Without explanation she put my hand into his then walked away.

Coming to terms…

Okay, now I was confused.
I looked up at Gackt to find he was looking at me. Something in his eyes bothered me. I don’t know why but it did. Then he looked down at our hands and the next thing I know we’re hugging. Or rather he is hugging me. And yet some how I understood why. He was sorry, I think. So I hugged him back then found I couldn’t hold back the tears that seemed to come out of nowhere. Tears I didn’t know why I was shedding. But I think it was because of my spirit. She was overwhelmed with happiness. The reality of this was just to great and the dams gave. And I began to cry. Something I very rarely ever did. And in the end I came to realize that sometimes things happen because they are meant to happen and there really is nothing you can do to change it’s course.

Leaving Japan…

That night we went back to the main island of Japan. My flight back to the States was leaving in a few hours so I decided that I would just stay at the airport instead of going back to Gackt’s house. The traffic was at times not much unlike that of New York city. He wanted to stay with me until my flight was called but being who he is he couldn’t. So I had stayed in the airport by myself while I waited for the flight to be called. And as I waited I watched the people coming and going and even saw a couple of famous jrockers coming back home it seemed. That was pretty neat.

And when my flight was finally called I got up and headed for the gate. I handed my plane ticket to the lady then got on board and found my seat. I looked out the window wondering what he was doing right in that moment. Wondering if he was thinking about every thing that had happened. Whether he was or not I didn’t know. But I did know that I would never forget the man called Gackt Camui for as long as memories existed.

THE END

Author's Note:
I'm ending it here. It stands better as a single chapter/one shot deal. I'd love to hear your opinion now that you have read it.
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Just a weekend