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Old habits	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > GacktJOB Views: 1370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of GacktJOB. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sure he could shrug it off like it was nothing and yetYou's words burned hot in the back Gackt's skull.

Was it a mistake to touch Masa that way again? It wasn't as if he had taken him against his will. Masa had wanted it...hadn't he?

Yes. He was very willing.

"Pu pu, what's wrong?" Chachamura asked bending his head close to Gackt's, the two were seated at an table in the furthest corner of the studio. The observant blonde had noticed the tension between the best friends as soon as they enter so he had called an lunch break. As soon as the words were uttered You had taken off with Ju-ken and Ryu leaving the two of them free to talk.

Gackt shakes his head, his hand going for the menthols he kept in his pocket, he taps the pack against the surface of the table before exacting a stick of white death. Chacha slipped the cylinder of white from Gackt's fingers before the vocalist had time to light it placing it between his own lips. It wasn't his brand but he would smoke it.

Gackt's eyes were blank, his expression devoid of all emotion which in some cases wasn't unusual for the pop star but in this case it was a sure sign that something was wrong.

"I met up with Masa." He said finally. "We had sex." He continues on, his tone as flat as his face is emotionless.

"Christ!" Chacha utters while Gackt replaced the stolen cigarette lighting them both up without a single word. " Why would you go and do an fool thing like that?" Chacha managed as he exhaled.

"I don't know. He just look so..." Gackt buried his face in his palm, his shoulders shaking violently as silent sobs escaped his lips.

For someone who didn't know the artist they would've believed the display at once. The bandleader was not convinced.

"Things aren't going well with Haido are they?" Chacha asked, his tone flat as he released another cloud of gray into the air.

Gackt raises his head from his hand; not even a hint of wetness shone in those azure colored eyes.

"We're fine." He matched Chacha's tone.

"Then why had you attacked Masa?" Chacha inquired. "There had to be some reason you wanted to draw him to your bed once again."

Gackt was silent. He just puffed hard on his cigarette. Why didn't anyone want to believe that his re-interest in Masa was genuine? That he only wanted to rebuild bridges with an old friend?

Because Gackt was sure that somewhere deep inside he was so sure about that himself.

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Masa swallowed down a large glob of yogurt. He had taken a cab home; Gackt had drove him to his house in his car, Masa's was still at the hotel and he planned to retrieve it a little later. He had already called the band canceling this afternoon's practice but a small part of him thought that he should still go. If only to get his mind off of it. But what was 'it' exactly. They just had sex. It wasn't like Gackt would be calling him. Would he....

Masa shook his head as if he could clear it. He shouldn't think such schoolgirl-like thoughts. What he needed was another shower. He had already taken two; one hot one cold, as soon as he had gotten into the house but still he didn't feel clean. The petite vocalist felt that he needed to cleanse himself mind and body of Gackt's invading touch and fast before he…

Frustrated Masa left the remains of the cereal bowl and the yogurt on the table as he headed for his bedroom. He as removed the t-shirt he had thrown on after his shower from his person tossing it to the ground as he walked into the room heading for the vanity. He stared over the haggard image that was his reflection,his eyes are puffy and red from all that crying and his lips were still a blush of red and looked as if a bee had stung them. He snatched out his ponytail shaking his hair loose allowing it to frame his pretty face. His thoughts wondered back to last night and this morning.

"Get it together Masa!" He shouted at himself throwing his brush at the mirror cracking the glass and becoming transfixed by the multiple images of himself.

Regaining his composer Masa marched over to where his phone sat at his bedside dresser snatching it up and dialed.

His fingers drummed against the smooth plastic as he waited from Junn to pick up.

"Hello?" Junn answered.

"Junn, it's Masa, I'm going into the studio for a bit today, okay?"

"Um, sure." Junn replies not really wanting to question Masa about the call or who had he saw him with last night.

There was a long pause before Masa said 'okay' again before hanging up. Satisfied Masa made for the bathroom his phone going off once again.

"Let the machine get it!" He shouted to himself.

But what if it was Gackt? His mind nagged at him.

Masa made a mad dash sprint for the phone reaching it just as the machine picked up.

"Hello? Hello?" Masa shouted into the phone his own voice blaring back at him from the speaker.

"Hmm, hey." His boyfriend's voice greeted him on the other end.

Masa's heart flutters wildly in his chest. He had all but forgotten him!

"Hey, baby." Masa greets keeping all hints of nervousness out of his voice. "Missed you last night."

"I wanted to come but I got tied up with work. Plus it's not a good idea to be seen together, ne?"

"Yeah." Masa agreed. He didn't want another 'Gackt-gate' incident. "You would've been bored anyway."

"You would've made it fun for me." Masa knew that he was smiling on the other end. "So what's up?"

"Hitting the studio for a bit." Masa replies casually. "Wanna go over a few things for the new album."

"Cool. I'll catch you later then Masa-chan. Love you."

"I love you too." Masa smiles before hanging up, his stomach feeling hollow.

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Unable to go on any further Gackt asked Chacha if they could end practice early.

"Sure." Chacha had smiled with his mouth but not with eyes.

Gackt slipped on his jacket and a pair of shades, he then waves good-bye but hardly makes any real eye contact with the people he passes on his way out the building.

He walks in quick strides towards his car his mind going a mile a minute.

I should call him. Yes, I should. I should call and see if he's all right. There's no crime in doing that right? Maybe ask him how was his day and all that. Make him feel comfortable and with all the pleasantries out of the way I can slowly moving in to...No! Just be friends with him. Don't push him into anything that would-

The vibration in his pocket caught his interest.

"Moshi moshi Gackt desu." Gackt breathes into the phone hoping that he and Masa were on the same wavelength.

"Hey," No such luck. It was Ren. Not the distraction he wanted but it was something to occupy his mind for a little while.

"Hey hentai," Gackt greeted with false cheerfulness. "Been a while since I hear from you."

"Telephones work both ways Gacchan." Ren reminded him. "I'm in your area so how about you grab Robot and we meet for some drinks. That is unless you have other plans with Haido."

"No, Haido's on vacation with Megu. You might be doing something with that pop tart he's seeing." Gackt added the last thing causally. He really hated the woman You was seeing. He hated all the women You saw.

"So just us then?" Ren was smiling on the other end. "It's been a while since just the two of us hung out. I'll bring my pad."

"Leave it. I'm not up for games tonight." Gackt replied as he slipped into his car. "Just be ready to try to drink me under the table."

"I can do that."

"See you then."

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In the emotional state Masa was in, the artist was able to create many works he felt that his fans would appreciate. He pushed his hair out his face gathering it at the back and tying it. He chewed on the eraser of his pencil as he read over the last lines he had written down. He then removes the pencil from his mouth and stretched his sore limbs.

Yeah, it was time to go.

He strolled along the garage feeling good about himself. He could handle this since there wasn't anything to handle. They had sex. He wouldn't trip over it. It's not like Gackt would time to contact him or anything.

He pushed the Nine-Inch Nails into the c.d. player before pulling out of the parking lot. He compared the woman Trent sang about in 'With Teeth' to Camui Gackt putting the song on repeat.

He knew this wasn't helping him and yet he refused to switch the song.

He parked his compact car into his apartment building's garage in his usual spot. He then rode the elevator in silence his eyes staring without staring. Almost zombie like he moved through the hall of his floor heading towards his apartment.

Masa's face broke into a smile as he neared his door. Leaning against the door, head tilted back, a hood pulled low over his head covering his face but even with his face covered Masa still knew that profile.

"Miyavi!" He squealed running up and wrapped his arms around his lover's mid-section.
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