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Bird in a Gilded Cage - Chapter 1	By : tutyfrty Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Crossovers Views: 1181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bird in a Gilded Cage
- 2-Chapter 2 The Cage is Built for Gackt
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Chapter 2 - The Cage is Built for Gackt

He remembered the first time he saw Christian. He almost hadn’t gone to the illegal pet auction because he had no credits, none, barely a sou and he wasn’t in the market for another mouth to feed. He could barely feed himself and his long suffering Furniture, Joshua.

No matter how beautiful they were or how corrupt these pets were taught to be for the more perverted taste, he couldn’t afford one. But Diko wanted to see, just take a look to see what was offered and he could afford it if he saw something he liked. Hyde went along for the ride and to have another free meal.

He would beg scraps from the kitchen for his furniture or if he couldn’t get up his nerve to do that he would just save half of his meal in his cloak pocket to take home for Joshua. No one knew just how desperate his circumstances were, very soon he would be the first Blondie to be homeless. His few investments had tanked and the sum total of his fortune was the few sou in his pocket.

The boy stood out even if he hadn’t had that big bruise on his face. To buyers it meant an unruly pet, why should they buy one like him unless they wanted to tame it, and he was a Mongrel half breed, you could tell even without reading the program. If there wasn’t an S&M fan in the crowd the boy would go unsold tonight. This crowd seemed too laid back and lazy to want the challenge of taming this pet.

This was lucky for the pet on auction and for him, Hyde thought. Funny, his numbered name was 4FUKNG69 a suggestive number if ever there was one, maybe that was the idea when the auction masters gave him such a number. He’d like to meet the auctioneer who gave him such a number, the man had a great sense of humor.

He looked in the program and saw that the boy was twelve and was obviously, as it said, a Mongrel half breed. With that black hair his mongrel blood was apparent even without the warning flag and his Asian heritage was a flaming red signal light if you looked at those almond shaped eyes, but pale blue in color he noticed. It was an unusual color for that combination of blood mixtures. He read farther down the program and saw that the boy had been picked up for panhandling on the streets of Ceres, singing for money before being picked up to become a diviant's sex pet.

To this day he didn’t know why he asked to hear the pet sing but when he did and heard that voice he knew that he had to have this boy. His features were exotic and his eyes……..those strange pale blue eyes with that pale complexion and that shiny black hair made him the most exotic thing he had ever seen. Lucky for him no one else seemed to see it, and to top it off he had a beautiful voice. It was a risk asking to hear him sing on the platform. Maybe his voice would attract other bidders but it didn’t, no one wanted an unruly Mongrel half breed pet, no one but he and if the rumors were correct, Iason Mink.

How would he bid on this secret delight? He had no credit anywhere, he was almost ready to have his home taken away to pay his debts. Not a deep debt for most Blondies but for him it was a debt as high as the twin moons. For some reason he had never caught Jupiter’s fancy, in fact he thought that she hated him. There was no rich, powerful sponsor, no high placed contacts, no prestigious position in the hierarchy of Blondies.

He was at the bottom of the barrel for some unknown reason. He would make it without her, he vowed the day he so ingloriously graduated. When he saw this boy he knew that the Pet was going to be his way up the ladder to a life of riches and comfort. He grabbed his friend’s arm. “Diko, loan me enough to buy that boy,” pointing to the child he would name Gackt one day soon.

“I swear by Jupiter I will pay you back two fold.” His friend was very drunk as usual and laughed pulling his Portfolio Card out of his pocket. “Shweet, I’ll try to get him cheap and we’ll use him together.” he slurred.

“No Diko chan, I’m not going to share this one. Give me a loan and I’ll pay you back in a year, double the amount you loan me. My word as a Blondie or you will own my ass for the next two years, Hai?” Since his friend was always hitting on him he was not surprised when he agreed immediately. So sure that he would have Hyde’s lovely ass to use until he grew tired of it and then he would pass it on to someone else for what was left of his debt pledge. “You’re on my friend, a year from today you come and present me with your delicious ass.”

He lurched to a swaying, upright position and bid for the boy, a ridiculously low bid but it was accepted. There was a tense few minutes when the auctioneer tried to get someone else to raise the bid but here were no takers. “Pet number 4FUKNG69 sold to Lord Disokie Meeham.” At that pet number there was some tittering in the audience, an amusing pet name for a Mongrel half breed.

Hyde grabbed his swaying, drunken friend and hissed “Put it in my name Di, not yours, remember this is a loan.”

Disokie responded with a wave of his hand and a slurred “ya, ya, ay” and gestured for the auction attendants to attend him and when one came he instructed, “Put it in the name of my friend Hydeo here, not mine. He is the owner and is going to register him,” looking back at his friend, “right?”

“OH shit the registration fee, he didn’t have it.” He looked over and asked, “Di, another two years of my ass for the registration fee and all my expenses for the next year if I can't pay you back?” He'd asked for the next years living expenses almost as an after thought but figured what was one year or three of being Di's sex slave if this hairbrained scheme of his didn't pan out. Disokie laughed, “is your ass worth that much?”

“I promise you that if I can’t pay in a year I will make it worth your while.”

“Whooo wheee! you are on my brother, I can’t wait.” He was rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “What will you do for me?”

“If I can’t pay the whole debt with that interest in one year I will”………He thought of what would be a tempting offer for his perverted friend…… ah yes, “I will let you turn both of us, me and my pet, into brothel pets until the debt is cleared and we will perform together on your command. We get enough to live on and you get the rest of whaat we earn.”

“Aieeeeee! When the word gets around there is a Blondie to fuck for money, you will be so damn ass sore. You’re a pretty boy, not so big as most of us Blondies, more like Yousi, but a little bigger and much much hotter. And don’t worry, I like a small package. I don’t mind.”

Hyde gave him a shove, “Fuck You! my package is just fine, as big as yours, you asshole, bigger even.”

“My, my so touchy. Well, I will find out in a year Hydeo-chan.” He rubbed his hands again in excitement and suggested as an after thought, because he didn’t want to await a year, he added, “A sample maybe, as a show of good faith, let me fuck you tonight, Hai? I need to see how good you are. If you are very good you will be able to pay your debt off in less than three years if you work at it every day. I will be your most frequent customer but I get your ass and the mutt’s for free and a sample of yours now to see if I have invested my money well. Hai Shui?”

Reluctantly Hyde agreed, “Hai.” He didn’t want to give this perverted bastard he hung around for meals, any kind of sample, free or otherwise. He didn’t plan on having to pay with his ass for the loan but if he didn’t agree now he might cause his “friend” to change his mind and take the boy himself. He bowed, “Hai, ten tomorrow night at your place.” The cheap bastard called out after him as he was leaving with his new pet. “And bring your own lube if you want it easy.”

Later when Gackt was famous, when Amoi and every off world audience was at his feet, this "friend" would maintain that he was taken advantage of. That while he was drunk he was tricked into agreeing to give up any interest in the most exciting performer in the galaxy. He appealed to Jupiter, sure she would side with him but surprisingly when it came up for review, his suit was denied.

Jupiter’s opinion of the young Blondie entrepreneur, who she practically abandoned immediately after he graduated from school because of his size had changed. She liked a clever mind and if he had nothing else Hyde had that and the foresight to see that his pet had such enormous potential.

Jupiter had disliked him because he was another visible mistake like Yousi, (too small for a Blondie) it disturbed Jupiter that her carefully planned genetic program could go astray twice. So when it was evident that again, something had gone wrong with her genetic program , though she hadn't had him distroyed, she tried to forget about him. Not wanting to be reminded of more evidence of a mistakein her programing.

She NEVER made mistakes, she was the all powerful Jupiter, incapable of mistakes she kept telling herself while getting more and more erratic as time when by. There were little things happening in her memories banks that disturbed her, and somethings happening that she wasn't even aware of. She had no one to check on what was wrong since because of that decades ago secret rebellion of Elite she refused to allow anyone to access her main frame.

In the mean time Hyde had risen considerably in her esteem when he made his first five million credits, debt free on his own. She was glad to have proof that there was nothing wrong with her genetic program after all, her creation was a success because of her program. In her mind, all was well. The proof of it was that without her help, her Blondie creation Hideto Takarai was a success. With his Pet, Gackt being the hottest act in town, any town, anywhere and the most desired guests in homes through out the Galaxy and if the host had to provide a cage for one of the guests, all the better. Her Blondie, her creation, not her mistake, was clever enough to see what a treasure this mongrel pet was where no one else could.

She was proud of the young Lord Hyde at last. She had been too harsh in her abandonment of him because he was smaller than her other Blondies, in fact he was nothing like Yoshie who tried to find her weakness. The fool! she had no weakness, none at all. All of Amoi knew that she was the reigning intelligence of this world, of course she was. Two inadvertantly small Blondies was no proof of something wrong with her. She had no weakness, she made no mistakes.

The night Hyde brought home his mongrel, he did some hard thinking. The boy was only twelve but Hyde knew he had to be marketable as soon as possible, in fact, if he was going to save his ass from being buggered daily for the next only-God-knows-how-many-years, the brat had better be ready to perform in only a few weeks. He better be or his ass along with the pet’s was going to be very sore starting next year and he would have to hang around with that drunken fool Di, forever.

The next day he went to the local emporium dragging his reluctant pet behind him and stopped at the makeup counter. He ordered the sales clerk, “Make him up and make him as beautiful as he really is under that gloomy, bruised face, it needs to be subtle but very striking." The lower elite woman he spoke to was very professional, she didn’t even raise an eyebrow when this shabbily dressed Blondie came in with an obvious mongrel half breed.

One of the lowest of the low, with that black hair. But he was a beautiful child and she could immediately see what Hyde saw beneath the bruise on his face now turning a sickly yellow and purple-green. There was a strange young temptress/temptor hiding under that purple bruise and that sad look.

She applied makeup to hide the mark on his face and made him breathtaking. She stepped back, proud of her work and so pleased to have a beautiful young face to work on, rather than the wrinkled faces of Blondies trying to recapture their youth. She held out her hand as if to present the new Pet. “Is this what you were looking for my Lord?” The boy looked like a beautiful young woman but under that was the subtle hint of his boyishness, his essential maleness. Looking quite satisfied Hyde produced his new Portfolio Card and ordered, “put the charge on this and do you do piercing here?”

“Of course My Lord, unfortunately we don’t have dressing rooms for Mongrels,”

“Just do it here, take off you shirt, boy.” He hadn’t named him yet. “Do one of his nipples, his tongue, both earlobes and his belly button.” She bowed her head, “My lord if I may suggest”……..”Yes?” he said impatiently.

“Some of this will be quite painful, can I give him some painkiller? It is customary with our higher adult clientele, he is just a boy and it is only a small extra charge”

“He doesn't need that, he's just a Mongrel, Mongrels are tough, do him here on the floor.” This was before he became Gackt’s only allowed source of pain and loved him to desperation.

She was persistent and murmured, “behind the counter then so he will be out of the way,” not wanting to draw a crowd or the displeasure of her supervisor, a lower elite with little patience for those even lower than he.

Hyde was uninterested, “What ever, just get it done and use the real Artisan gold. I want these,” he pointed, “for his ears.” Small but exquisite gold rings with a small leaf pattern to reflect the light that would be shining on him soon, as he sung on stage. “Put matching rings in his nipple and his belly button and the quarter inch ball tongue stud, that one there,” he pointed. Ever the sales woman she suggested, “and a nose ring?”

He thought a minute, “No, I don’t want to gild the lily. I want them to look and see THIS face,” he grasped Gackt’s chin roughly to raise his face to view, making the boy wince, “not a nose ring.”

She took the boy behind the counter and asked her co-worker to watch the counter as she made him lay down on the hard, cold floor. He was trembling, she had mercy on him and took some ice out of the little refrigerator that was under the counter for working breaks. She whispered, “Put this where you are going to be pierced to numb the skin, child, first your belly button.”

As she waited for his belly button to numb she decided to do his nipple next, it and his tongue would be the most painful and his earlobes would be the least painful so she would gear the pain down instead of up like some other sales personal would do to a Mongrel, even a mongrel child.

She was a mother who had a boy not much older than this child who was laying at her feet shivering from anticipation and the cold of the floor and the ice. It was melting, filling the small hole in his abdomin and running in a cold trickle down each side of his body. Impersonally she spread out her coat and ordered quietly, “lay on this, and don’t make a sound, and don’t soil my coat you hear, it cost me a week’s wages.” She tucked some toweling on each side of his body to stop her coat from getting wet. She was aware of the beautiful eyes watching her every move, with fear shining in them.

When she brought the piercing gun close he whimpered and gave a little involuntary movement on the floor to get away, she put her finger over his mouth, “shhhhhhh, lie still, it will hurt only a little, I promise.” Then quickly, so he didn’t have to anticipate the pain for too long, she placed the ends of the gun over the edge of his little belly button, slightly pinched and pulled the skin into the gun slot and pulled the trigger. There was a small “thung!” and another whimper. She smiled and patted his belly in comfort then gave him another piece of ice for the next piercing, his nipple.

Just before she did each of them she whispered. “This is going to hurt alot more, so hang on.” “Thung! Thung!” Then his tongue “Thung!” he whimpered louder and tears ran down his face. A little sob shuddered in his thin chest. She smiled reassuringly again and patted his face, wiping his tears away and brushing the soft shinny black hair out of his eyes. “You are doing fine, almost done, just hold still a little while longer, ne?”

“The worst is over child, these last two won’t hurt much at all. “Thung!” “Thung!” and it was finally over. She whispered while gently patting his tear stained cheek, “Rest here for a moment until you can stand up with out tipping over, Hai?” He sniffed and answered softly, “Hai.” Then sobbed once, it touched her gentle heart.

She stood up, “My Lord, he needs to lay here for a few moments to make sure that he doesn’t keel over when he stands up. First he can lay there and then in a few minutes he should sit up and then a few minutes later he can stand but he should hold on to the counter so he doesn’t take a nose dive and smashed that lovely face." As an after thought she added, “I think that he needs to eat something soon so that he wont grow weak and fall over.” She'd seen how the boys eyes looked with hunger at the fruit in the under counter refrig. In his eagerness to get started Hyde had forgotton to have Joshua feed the boy before they went out.

He was used to going without breakfast and his furniture wasn't used to being responsible for anyone but his master, and besided there was very little in the house to feed anyone at the moment until he was able to go to the store with the precious credits that his master handed to him the night before. He was going to eat out for the first time ever for his own breakfast, his master had urged him to do that today as a treat for being such a faithful servant in the long hard times they had endured together so far.

The warning of his pet falling over and damaging his face was the thing that smothered his impatience. “You’re good with children and make up. Tell me would you be interested in changing employers? I’ll pay you more than you make here if you will come and stay in my home to care for the boy and do his makeup for his shows.”

She raised her eyebrows, “He does shows, pet shows, so young?”

“No concerts, for Elites, he doesn’t sing in public yet but he will soon, just look at him, the beautiful male/female erotic look of his face, those eyes and he sings like an angel. He is going to be famous, by this time next year his name will be a household word."

“What’s his name?”

Hyde thought for a minute. “Its Gackto Camui but everyone will know him by his last name, Gackt, an ugly name for a luscious, beautiful boy, it will make him more noticeable. People will say, “why does such a lovely boy have such a hard name?” And I will tell them, “Because life is hard and he is going to work very hard or wind up in a brothel after I beat the crap out of him for failing to dig me out of my money hole. The debt that became bigger when I put my borrowed money on him. He owes me and I mean to collect.”

From under the counter a small voice came stubbornly, “My name is Christian, my mother named me that and that’s my name, you prick.” His speech was funny, he was talking around that tongue stud. It hurt just as the other piercings did. He sniffed and wiped his nose on the shirt he was just pulling on over his head.

As his head was buried in the shirt Hyde grabbed one of his hands and slipped the shackle and chains back on one wrist. Then he stood up and moved away as if he could be contaminated by this lippy Mongrel brat.

He leaned over the counter to stare down the small defiant face. “Your name is what ever I give you Gackt. Since I can’t smack that impudent mouth right now, you will receive your punishment later so wait for it Pet, and think on the wisdom of holding your tongue or you won’t have that stud in your tongue, because you won’t have any tongue.” He was bluffing, trying to scare the child into obedience. He turned to what he hoped was his new employee.

“I have an appointment with a talent agent. Before yesterday I didn’t even know there was such a thing. Have you made up your mind? Will you throw your lot in with me and my Pet?” at her silent but not hesitant nod, he smiled. “Can you come with us now and help me dress him for his audition? I’m not sure about his costume. I want the first one to be sort of ambigious as to his sex and the last one to definitely show that he is a boy with that pretty face.” In an answer, she smiled and grabbed her purse from under the counter and her coat from the floor and stood waiting for the boy to be steady on his feet.

“I’ll have to call my mother to let her know I will be late, she watches my son, I have to give her a contact number because my son is frail and she needs to be able to contact me in an emergency.” In reality, her son was mentally disabled, she continued, “but other than that I am at your service.”

The chance to be employed by a Blondie when she was not a male Mongrel turned into a furniture was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for a lowly, female, undervalued Elite. She was not unattractive but past childbearing age and when it became apparent that her only child was mentally weak she became unwanted by her spouse as the bearer of a damaged child. She had to make her own, her child's and her ailing mother's way in the world alone.

It was a daring thing to do, in a wildly impulsive decision she would hook her wagon to this Blondie and Mongrel child's star and go where it took her, this boy need her more that her own did since he lived in his own little world and only needed an affectionate attendant. Her mother did that for her and for her only grandchild. Her name was Claire St Duval, the Blondie hadn’t even asked, already taking her for granted.

She turned to the boy who watched with fear and and a glimmer of hope and interest in his eyes. “Ready?” she asked. When he nodded with more hesitation than she had shown, she smiled and held out her hand. She was surprised when he rushed into her arms and held her tight, as if she was his lifeline to the world, his savior and protector.

That was how Claire became his surrogate mother, his private makeup artist and came to live with them for those first years when his name became a household word, his young strange male/female face was on hundreds of magazine covers, his concerts a sell out every time. But he only felt safe with Claire, he was terrified at first, of Hyde.

A year later

Gackt was even more of a success than Hyde predicted, he was the rage, there had never been shows like he performed. That manic beautiful man-child male-female child of incredible beauty was already famous for his plaintive, feminine look, and his phenominal voice, he sang and played the guitar or just moved his body to make the audience scream, he was irresistible. After a concert, his head would buzz for hours from the noise of his admirers.

When Hyde brought the money he owed his former friend in cash and gems, a rare occurrence in these days of using the Portfolio Card, to pay off his debt and the interest with more gems, it was very gratifying to see how angry his old friend Di was. Because he actually paid the loan and because the stupid Fuck had dreamed for thirteen months of this moment when Hyde would bow down to him and kiss his feet for rescueing his property and his reputation. Angry at the obvious afront because he had been looking foreward to buggering the smaller man brutally for the next three years as he had during his "sample" a year earlier. He'd liked making his smaller Blondie companion cry out in pain even with lube. A virgin Blondie was too delightfully rare to treat tenderly. But Fuck! The pet of his "guaranteed sweet ass for the next three years" was a big success, Hyde had escaped his debt in a spectacular way, by making this half breed little bastard a success.

A very money making success. Hyde was on his way to being even more wealthy than Di was and by loaning his exfriend the money rather than asking for a share of the brat, it was all Hyde’s money. While known to only himself so far, Di was running through his fortune at a fast rate. Hyde’s payback of the loan and interest was a drop in the bucket of what he would need to live. His tastes were very expensive and he had finally lost the prestigious job that Jupiter had given him when he graduated from school.

"Who knew that you actually had to show up to work more than once in two blue moons?" The position he held now paid less, a lot less than he was used to living on and he was unable or unwilling to cut back on expenses. He snarled silently, “It wasn’t fair, by rights I should have an interest in the money making little bastard. It would solve all my cash problems.” He brooded on it for years. He would scream out at night in his little luxury apartment, a comedown from his penthouse suite that, “It’s not fucking fair, you cheated me you Asshole, I swear I will make you pay for that!

When Gackt turned sisteen, it was him screaming when Hyde took him almost every night. He’d waited until Gackt was several years over the legal age of fourteen to start taking him. He’d waited impatiently for the boy to turn legally old enough to have sex and then waited a two years longer to try to woo the boy to him.

When he finally realized it wasn’t going to happen, he pounced on him and dragged him to his bed, angry that it was obvious the gentle wooing and bribes weren’t going to work. The boy rejected him, tried to ignore him, clinging emotionally and physically to Claire all the time, so he took what was his by right.

By the time Gackt was seventeen Claire couldn’t stand it and finally she left after telling the youth she was leaving, as he sobbed and begged for her to stay. Hyde had given him that golden collar to stop his screams a year ago so his protest against being loved by his Master was not a problem, he didn’t scream every night anymore but she still left. She almost hated Hyde by now for his treatment of the boy but she loved him too, as the lost black sheep of her little flock, who just couldnt help his reaction to being rejected by a small dark beauty that she knew he had fallen deeply in love with.

Her stated reason for leaving was that her mother was too ill to care for her son any longer so they both needed her. But thought it was the truth, with what she was getting from Hyde in salary, she could have hired someone and continued on the way things were goin, but it was the best excuse to leave. She just couldn’t witness the unhappiness of both Gackt or Hyde any longer. Gackt understood about caring for an ailing mother so after that first outburst ot tears and pleading he let her go as calmly as he could. Smiling through tear blurred eyes when she left and pretending that he could go on without her.

He never told her just how much he loved her but Hyde knew and wanted her gone despite how much he wanted her to stay also. He was jealous of that love, the love that he wanted from Gackt and for closeness that she and his pet had. Though he liked and needed her almost as much as Gacktdid, he wanted her gone too, now she was. Gone out of their lives for good.

Gackt was bereft and had to be allowed to take a small break from his hectic schedule or suffer a breakdown. Hyde left him alone, “Thank God.” When Gackt was finally able to accept that she was gone, just as his mother was, there was a new sadness in his exotic eyes. It was another look that drove his fans crazy. He lost weight. His fans thought he looked even better.

He took up smoking, despite all that Hyde could do to prevent it, even the collar couldn’t stop him from smoking. He always found someone to give him a cigarette and a lite. He would stop his show and ask for a cigarrette and a light from the audience. The lighters sting his body as he was showered with them. He took that small pain as payment for his privilege to smoke. He would most often pick up a pack of Dark Baccalias and one of the silver Zippos, he would smile that sad smile in thanks and lite one up right on stage.

Sitting on the edge of the stage he would talk to the audience until it was consumed and then he would usually smoke another one or stand and resume the concert until the next time he wanted a smoke. The stock in Dark Baccalias and the Zippo lighter went sky high. A new source of revenue was discovered and Gackt was seen on Vids endorsing hundreds of different products from candy which caused the song Candyman to rise in popularity and be number one on the charts for six months as a result, to Motorcycles, his face appeared in connection with more and more items. His concerts were even more popular, he was giving matinees concerts now and a late night performance also.

At the end of the day he was exhausted as he was escorted home by six huge guards all capable of catching him when he collapsed into a dark unconsciousness from exhaustion or dehydration. Besides that, they were big enough to keep almost all the crotch gropers away. He would go home to his home-grown crotch groper and have to endure. "Hyde leave me alone, please, I’ll never love you. I won’t let myself. You’re a bastard and I’m your prisoner. You and your kind killed my mother.”

He was eighteen, Hyde was driven almost mad at his continued aloofness. Pet or no he was his own person. And Hyde couldn’t break through that aloofness so he began to torment his desired pet by offering him to others. Always hoping that the contrast would drive him right into his own open arms. He endured the pain of it as much as Gackt did, even that bitch who raped his darling Gackt with her fingers, she dared to violate his creation, he should have killed her for it. His love endured. “Love me you little bastard, you beautiful creature with gorgeous plumes. MINE! No one else’s, only mine. Bend my love, before you break.”

It had happened just as he saw it would. He was rich beyond his wildest dreams, they were rich and it wouldn’t buy the only thing he wanted, Christian's love. He had hoped that it was over, that his wait for it, for his pet's surrender, was over after that dinner party, after that night where they loved each other like lovers, real lovers……. But in the night he awoke to hear the youth crying softly. When he turned and took Christian in his arms the boy cried, “I loved you. I let you love me even though I know that tomorrow,” he looked at the clock, “today, it will all be the way it was before and I will hate you again but for now I love you and I need you but I cant let that happen tomorrow.

He lay heavily in Hyde’s arms even though he was not a very heavy weight, his arms at his sides, tears streaming into the hair at his temples. He was slowly shaking his head "No," whispering, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t love you,” he turned his head to look Hyde straight in his eyes, “I’d rather die.” He closed his fascinating eyes and fell asleep as his lover watched, holding him tight to keep him from leaving, even in his mind. Unsuccessfully, as Gackt slept and went away again.

He was ninteen, Hyde was twentynine

“I’m Gackt, Gackt! there is no Christian anymore.” He was standing at the full length mirror, he could see the beautiful male/female chameleon that was Gackt staring back at him. Gackt was wearing long black thigh-high leather boots and a pair of skin tight suede buff colored pants. HIs hair was in cornrows again though he protested that it still gave him a headache. The tips of his braids tipped with alternating gold and black beads this time. The shirt he wore was gold metallic silk, gossamer in its thinness. It shimmered in the light. There were strategic placed slits to softly waft open and closed as he moved, giving a quick glimpse of his nipple rings and of his smooth skin.

He put his fingers in one of the slits and tugged on one of the rings, it gave him a surge of sexual pleasure. He swayed, it felt so good. He could feel the mysterious “It” that his fans wondered about, surge too and make his pants too tight for comfort. Staring at his image in the mirror he asked, ”If Christian is dead, can I love him now? Can I tell him that I love him? Can I lay with him and not cry? Can I rejoice and tell him....no, show him with my body that I love him? Can I live with him and be happy?” in the dark part of his mind a voice said…… ”No." He tried not to listen.

He was in the middle of a concert, it was his routine smoking break, Hyde had given in and there were Dark Baccalias in the house but Gackt still depended on the audience for his smokes during his concerts now it was expected of him and the crowd loved it. Hyde was in the first row and Gackt smiled at him, just him and blew him a kiss, to torment him as he was being tormented. His fans went wild especially the ones sitting near his lover.

They all thought that he was directing that smile and kiss toward them. But it was for Hyde only, Hyde his own love. It was time to stand up and start the show again. He tossed the cigarette down and twisted the toe of his boot to put it out.

That was when it happened. The crowd was unbearably noisy as usual, his backup band was urging him to come on and start so they could get this done and go home or to the hotel or to their latest groupie’s place to fuck. There was a movement near Hyde, a Blondie stood up and when the crowd around him saw the gun they screamed in another way. He was shouting and pointing the gun at Hyde.

Gackt could make out the words “cheated me...bastard...kill you” as he started to wave the gun around. People screamed louder. Gackt moved faster than he ever had and throwing himself at his lover, his body shielded Hyde's just in time to meet the bullet. He groaned in pain as his body covered the man he loved, taking the impact of the bullet into his own chest. It hurt so much, the bullet tearing through his body.

Everything was going in slow motion, the crowd was still running away from that gun in a panic, those farther back were not sure just what had happened but the word began to spread.

Gackt was shot, Gackt was dead, someone stabbed him, someone one shot him, it was his stomach, his shoulder, in his heart, there was the muffled roar of the horrified crowd and individual shrill screams. "I'm shot, how strange, it hurt just as much as I thought it would and there is so much blood, are you all right my Love? "Did he hurt you too?"

Someone grabbed the gun from the crazed Blondie and the crowd closed over him, too many even for the strength of a Blondie to escape as they pulled the gunman deeper into a group of Gackt's fans and they began to tear him to pieces for daring to injure, Kill? their idol, the beautiful male/female person they held up to the light and worshiped. How they loved his beautiful self, the man named Gackt, “that’s me,” he thought. The light started to fade and he could hear Hyde calling his name.

He knew he was in his lover’s arms, the man he loved so much. Hyde was crying out his name, screaming over the incredible noise of the crowd, “Christian,” he wept, “don’t leave me.” He smiled and caressed that dear cheek so covered in tears and in the coming dark he said,
“Dear Hyde, don’t you know I’m Gackt, your Gackt? Call me Gackt one more time and then say………. good bye. I love yo...” He closed his eyes and went away.

The funeral of the world famous Gackt was six weeks later. It took that long for this funeral to be planned and to await the hundreds of off world dignitaries who wanted to be present. They had to put a company of soldiers around the hospital and some at the door to his room to guard his body still in its hospital bed, chilled to an icy temperature just like his cage used to be, to keep his covered body preserved until the funeral. As if Hyde couldn’t bear to have him shoved into a drawer in the morgue.

Finally the day arrived, it was raining but that didn’t stop the crowd. The police were having trouble controlling the thousands and thousands of fans just outside the gates of the cemetery. Even Claire came with her son and gave Hyde a hug and kiss and murmured words of comfort, she would miss him, the him that was Gackt, so much. Hyde kissed her back and told her that Gackt never stopped missing her but he understood why she had to leave and he loved her despite her leaving when she did. Then he confessed that he had wanted her to leave them alone and had felt guilty for it ever since. She smiled and said, “Forgiven Hyde, you do know that I love you too, don’t you?” His eyes filled with unshed tears.

They gave him room, he stool like a sentinel, silent in the rain, he wore no hat, his long black hair was plastered to his head and face, he had dyed his blond hair black in mourning, the water was streaming down his face like tears, maybe it was tears at this separation forever, people thought.

Someone held an umbrella over his head, too late, he was soaked. He stood there like a statue as they said the final goodbye. They had already said good bye in the crowded church for hours and hours of dignitaries singing his praise, his amazing talent that would be so missed and his strange lovely face, that beautiful male/female face. Gone to join the Angels they said, the most beautiful Angel ever born. Hyde stood without crying. He had cried all his tears in those first days. He was empty.

When he got home, after an hour of his driver fighting to get through the grieving crowd, he went inside to the quiet of his home and Joshua silently took his dripping coat and watched as he slowly, wearily climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He stripped and after he showered and toweled dry he climbed on the bed and under the covers, sighing and giving a little shiver.

A body stirred and rolled over. “Well, did I have a memorable funeral?” it asked.

“Yes Baby, you are safely buried, it was a beautiful ceremony, everyone cried and now you’re free.” He leaned over and kissed that beautiful face, those sensuous lips that kissed him back. “That’s my gift to you my love, your freedom to go or stay. Happy Birthday Christian, for all those birthdays you missed in your childhood. God, I was such a bastard. Can you ever forgive me?” With a re-occurring lump in his throat he continued…..

“If you chose to go, he paused to swallow the lump in his throat again while a silent voice inside him cried “Don’t go, please don’t leave me!” “All you need is to wear your brown contacts, get an ugly haircut, wear a cap low over your face when you are out and get some really tacky, out of fashion clothing.” He paused again smiling sadly, “Though I’m not sure that even all of that will keep them from discovering your beauty again."

"There are credits deposited for you in banks all over the world and the rest of the planets where you performed, I’ll give you the list. If you go somewhere really off the beaten path just go to the nearest bank and tell them to contact this number, it will get you money immediately. You can roam to your heart's content, a rich anonymous traveler. You can go far away if you want.” His heart still beat “don’t go, don’t go, don’t go.”

“You are just too breathtakingly beautiful even in disguise. From now on you will be a close but not perfect look-a-like for the famous, deeply lamented Gackt. Some people will say you look nothing like him, maybe even ridicule your wanna-be looks, get used to it, and again “Happy Birthday Christian.”

Gackt leaned over him and kissed him deeply, caressed his lovers tongue with his own, caressing his cheek gently with his fingers then he broke the kiss and patted Hyde’s cheek with soft strokes as if admonishing him gently, “I keep telling you to call me Gackt. I am your Gackt always, Hyde. When we finally go out in public call me Christian but when we are alone I am Gackt for you.”

When they finally did go out the world would whisper how sad it was that that great Blondie Lord Hyde missed his deceased creation so much that he had to find a poor substitute to accompany him everywhere. His companion’s hair was a plain dull black and his eyes an uninspiring brown, the copy couldn’t even sing or even dress flamboyantly, he resembled the famed Gackt only superficially.

It was just what the two lovers had hoped would happen. No one would ever suspect that the copy Lord Hyde clung to so pathetically and the dead idol were one and the same. The world had witnessed their idol killed before their eyes six months before and no one would ever believe that this copy was anything more than that, a copy. Some said he was not even a very good copy and other said that it was a very good likeness but still just a likeness, not the real Gackt. People saw what they expected to see, after all Gackt was dead, wasn’t he?

When Claire saw the two on the Vid the first time they went out together, she cried to see them together and so happy, she knew that the supposed doppelganger of Gackt was really her poor little Christian. She looked out the window of her plush, expensive home at her dear son who was playing like a child with his little dog and Tam’s long time attendant. Even though her son was a grown man now, he would always be a child in his mind.

She hoped that Christian and Hyde would come to visit soon and see how comfortable she and her son were in the home those two rascals had bought for her and Tam so many years ago. She would invite them to dinner for Jupiter’s Thanks Day she decided. Everyone needed to be with family on that day, they were part of her family and she wanted so much to see Hyde again even though she had seen him at the funeral, and Christian soon, it had been too long.

But now, in their huge bed, just after Gackt’s funeral Christian leaned over and kissed his lover saying. “Do you know that Gackt and Christian love you so very much? I don’t think I’m going to be needing those bank accounts. Don’t you know I have a filthy rich lover who will take me anywhere I want to go?” He smiled and closed his eyes in contentment, he head resting on Hyde’s shoulder.

There was only a little ache from the spot where he had been wounded, too close to his heart for comfort. When he lay near death in the hospital he could hear his lover crying for him not to leave him, begging him to stay, please stay so that he could make up all the cruel years to him. Confessing that it was because he loved him so that he drove Claire away. Because he was jealous and wanted to make him turn only to him for comfort. He sobbed how much he needed him that he would die himself, if Christian left.

And because he already loved his Master so deeply, he wanted to stay with him, to not follow the path he could see to another place. It beconed, he almost followed it when his mother appeared and smiled at him. Barring his path and shaking her head no, she gently turned him around and gave him a gentle shove back to the man sitting by his bed weeping.

Remembering that time when he almost left, he rested his head on the shoulder of the man he inexplicability loved above all others and sighed, content in his lover’s arms at last.

Hyde had paid a fortune to everyone involved in his lover’s recovery to forget that Gackt had survived and still paid an annual sum to keep them quiet. It was worth every penny. He’d also warned that there was nowhere they could hide if they revealed the truth and that the money would stop for all of them the minute there was a hint of the truth on the winds of gossip.

He hinted gently that if someone did give the world a whisper of the truth that “someone”, either they or someone they cared for might disappear as a result. Concerning Gackt even softened by love, Hyde could be a ruthless bastard if necessary. He would do anything to protect the man he loved, to keep him safe and happy.

Hyde whispered in his ear, “We’ll send flowers, dozens of black roses, every month to the empty grave of that famous half breed Mongrel, Gackt. The world will think it so romantically sad and appreciate it as the gesture of a broken hearted lover.” Christian smiled and said softly back to him.

“I’m sure the poor half breed will appreciate that gesture very much, in fact, he is so touched by the thoughtfulness that he wants to show his appreciation right now.” He rolled over onto Hyde and caressed that beloved cheek again, kissing it gently. They made love furiously as if to make up for lost time. Much later they slept in each other’s arms and dreamt of living happily ever after, together, at last.
~END~

I just can’t leave an unhappy ending. Darn!
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