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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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Authors Note: Not Ur
typical Masa and Gackt story. VERY different. Different pairings not just one. Angst, Drama, romance, I guess it has all of that. Written by Sable~
THREE
When the car showed up Gackt immediately went to the front of the car. He said something in French before returning back to me. I had already placed myself against the window.
“What’s wrong?” I asked noticing the glum expression on his face as he got into the backseat.
“You’re too far away from me.” He pouted.
Was he serious?
I slid down the leather making that funny sound leather seats make as I did. He pulled me against him. I felt like I was supposed to rest my head on his waiting shoulder so I did. I just hoped he wouldn’t kiss me again. I couldn’t take another physical encounter like that. It was dizzying. Confusing to mind and body. I wondered what effect I had on him or he was used to bishies like me. Probably used to it.
His hand slid down my slid until he reached my hand taking hold of it. I felt the weight of his rings as he slid his fingers between my own.
“I want to take you home with me.” He admitted, his voice hushed.
I felt weird once again. Things were just moving too fast too soon.
“I think that’s nice and all but…”
“Stay with me.” He said quickly. “I have an extra room that you can use.”
“I have family in…”
He cut me off again. Taking my hand and placing against his lips, I could feel his heat and the tremble of his voice as he said, “You have family here.”
My heart fluttered.
“Job is a Family.”
Family. He wanted to keep me close. Really close.
He had spoken so warmly about his family. They would accept me lovingly from the sound despite being that close for so long. He had told me how he had grown up with You and Ren and how he felt that he was still growing up with them.
“We’re still kids.” He explained. “A bunch a kids who never really grew out well...anything.”
“Camui-sama,” Came the voice of his driver ruining our moment. “Are we taking Masa-kun home or…”
“With Camui-sama.” I answered to the surprise of myself.
When we entered Gackt's hotel room a very pissed looking Frenchman in a bathrobe immediately greets us; the driver must’ve given old accountant hair a head’s up on my arrival.
“Gakuto, “He hissed venomously at the man in front of him.
“I’ll handle this.” He whispered as he moved passed me with the grace of any supermodel, enclosing his hand around Etienne’s slender wrist as he passed him before dragging him forward in the direction that I could only assume was his bedroom.
I made myself comfortable on the plush sofa. A string of French words were heard from the bedroom. Gackt probably had been fucking the sooty son of a bitch.
Etienne stormed passed me a little while later stopping just short of the door.
“Heed this is my friend,” He huffed placing his hand on the knob, “tonight you’re the world to him. By tomorrow,” he shook his head furiously, “You’ll know when the feeling hit you.”
So he did fuck him.
The sound of the door rattled in my ears upon Etienne’s departure. It was thirty minutes later when Gackt re-emerged, changed, veiled and grim faced.
“He’ll get over it. He always does.” He explained offhandedly.
He did this often? I was so checking myself into a clinic tomorrow. It was just a kiss but fluids were exchanged.
“Are you ready?” He asked me as he sat down in one of the chairs opposite me.
I blinked.
He sighed; seemingly bothered that he had to explain. My eyes then caught sight of a wooden acoustics guitar as he placed it on his lap. “For this. I want you to audition for me. Remember?”
“Now?” I asked, my eyes widen in disbelief. He was nuts.
Gackt nodded. “Yes, now.” –Running a hand through his blonde locks- “Or would you prefer to wait until after we’ve gone out.”
“Out?” I repeated, stunned that this man was still ready to go at four-twenty-six in the morning.
“Yes.” He said with a nod. “It’s still fairly dark outside and New York has a pretty decent skyline.”
“Skyline?”
I was lost.
Gackt looked away shyly, almost as if he thought that I would laugh at him.
“I’m mad about them.”
We spent the rest of the early morning looking over the skyline of Manhattan. I must say, it was kind of nice. I never did get to play for him.
My nails dug into the leather of my armrest as the plane took to the sky. I hated planes. I hated flying period. I didn’t care if I was sitting next to Camui Gackt, but at least if the plane went down he would die with me. At least.
What I could take of my merger belongings that had already been packed up and sent before my body. The reason: Jordan.
“Why can’t I go with you?” Jordan whined the day I told him that I would be leaving for Japan in a few days. We haven’t really spoken since he became involved with Robert from the Rave, and secondly I had been spending most of my time showing Gackt New York and teaching him better English.
“He only needs me. Besides, you’ve been a great roommate and manager.” I said as I packed away the last of my clothing.
“That’s just it.” Jordan huffed in exasperation. “We’re tight like that. You won’t know any body there so you’ll need someone familiar.”
I refused to be his meal ticket. I could’ve sworn Jordan hated me. Sure he gave me breaks cos he thought I was going to be somebody but I don’t think for a second he truly thought I’d be something.
“Gackt’ll be with me.”
“Gackt! “ He spat throwing up his hands angrily. “It’s always GACKT with you.” He moved passed me and sat thoughtfully on my bed before saying, "You gave up the ass didn’t you?”
I was done. I snatched up my bag and took off. That was three days ago. Now I was gripping on for dear life hoping the goddamn plane didn’t crash.
“Masa-kun,” I turned at the sound of Gackt’s voice, he was wearing shades, hiding those all -knowing eyes from me. “Relax.’’ He coaxed placing one of his hands on top on top of mine.
“God! You’re sweating.” He exclaimed wiping my sweat off on his expensive Italian made pants. I felt weird in my jeans and shirt. At least I looked presentable.
We were meeting Ren and the other guitarist they picked out to help me when we landed. We were supposed to be meeting in a bar at the airport.
“Do you need anything, Camui-sama?” Asked the pretty faced flight attendant who was practically leaning over me to speak to Gackt; I had insisted that Gackt take the window so that I would be closer to the exit if anything bad should happened.
He shook his head. His face turned into the crook of his neck. I hadn’t noticed before that he was on the phone muttering softly to whoever it was on the line.
It was probably his PR agent.
“And you, sir?” A small smile for me.
“Melon soda.” I ordered.
She went to get what I asked. First class ruled.
“Masa-kun, “Gackt purred in my ear. He was a little bit too close for comfort considering how public the area was.
“Hai?”
I had spent as much time learning better Japanese as Gackt had English over the last month and a half as well as getting to know my employer. I still felt distance from him.
“We’d have a deeper connection if would allow me to love you.” He had stated in the darkness of his bedroom during one of our getting to know you sessions. Since I was spending so much time in his hotel room –I practically lived there- he would ask often and like always I refused the invitation. My rejection would force him to the clubs to pick up some bimbo for the night. When he would return with date in hand I would soon be treated to the sounds of their lovemaking- if you want to call it that- I swear he was trying to kill her in there.
“My body doesn’t bend that way!” I once heard unlucky date protest. I guessed she learned, since she didn’t leave until morning.
Naturally it was Etienne’s job to make sure there was a cab to escort these ladies home. Speaking of the whiny S.O.B, he bailed two weeks before departure resigning as Gackt’s interpreter.
I finally drifted off to sleep as the plane touched down to refuel. Gackt woke me gently so we could go through the trials of customs and various other things that we would have to endure in Japan as well. I was actually glad to be back on that plane.
When we landed in Japan, we were escorted off the plane for Gackt’s safety and ushered into the care of two well-muscled bodyguards. Gackt briefly kissed each one of the males on the cheek as he embraced them just as fast.
“Masa-kun,” Gackt pointing at me and then at them, “Edward. Greg.”
I nodded ‘hi’ while the guards exchanged knowing grins with their boss to my annoyance.
“He didn’t get any.” I blurted out feeling just as strange as the stares I was getting from all three men.
My cheeks were aflame. I lowered my head in shame.
“Well, I didn’t.” Gackt said with a shrug.
I could’ve kissed him.
“Gaku!” Came a loud high-pitched scream from somewhere in front of us. “Gakuto, you sneaky bastard get ova here!” The voice belonged to a cheeky faced red head that was coming at us fast grinning from ear to ear as he half skipped half hopped over until he was crushed in Gackt’s arms.
“Ren-chan, you baka!” Gackt hissed lightly as he greeted his long time friend. He then bopped the red head playfully on the back of his head. The two embraced once more like brothers, Gackt saying in his loudly in his ear, “I told you meet us at the bar.”
Ren rolled his brown eyes. “There was no point. I had to pick up Chacha from here so I figured we all meet here. Makes more sense to me so.” He stuck out his tongue before turning away from Gackt to face me. My body jumped at the sudden contact as Ren threw his arms around my waist, hugging me.
“Masa-kun,” –letting go of me-“Welcome back home.” He greeted with a smile.
“Arigato?” I said unsure of what to say.
Ren seems exactly the way Gackt had described him. Fun loving and happy.
“Oi!” Ren shouted -forming a sort of cone with his hands- beyond the bodyguards who were blocking us from public view. “Chachamura!” He called, “Get ova here!”
I stood on tiptoe to see whom Ren was referring to. I could make out a shy looking blonde who was just standing there holding a pink duffel bag over his slim frail looking shoulders. Everything about him seems delicate yet classy.
Gackt turned to see Chachamura.
“Ah, Chacha.” He said as he moved for the man, embracing him as he had Ren. “Welcome to Job.”
From there we hit the Sushi bar. Gackt like always consumed a great deal of liquids while we the rest of us humans ate our fill of fish, rice and vegetables. I of course was seated next to him and Chacha. Ren was across from me.
“Oi, Gaku,” Ren said in between bites of rice, “Where’s Robot?”
Gackt looked up front his drink. “Huh? You-kun?” His fingers had been tracing the outer rim of his cup. His eyes were far away somewhere. He was seriously thinking about someone. “Visiting.” Looking directly at Ren, “Why do you ask?
Ren smiled as he replied- he had swallowed down his food while Gackt had answered him- “I‘m full and I didn’t want to waste food so I figure I give it to the human garbage disposal but he’s not here.”
“Ah.” Gackt sighed as he reached for the bottle of sake.
So You was missing from the group. Strange because I really had wanted to meet him. Gackt had talked about him so much during our sessions.
“Oi,”
A light voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned in the direction of the sound. Chacha.
“Hey.” I greeted, setting down my chopsticks.
“They say Gaku brought you over from America.”
“Yup.” I said with a nod.
“How’d you meet him? In a club? On the street…”
So he had jokes.
“Audition.” I replied coolly. “I was late.” I added.
Chacha laughed a bit. “Me too.”
“By almost an hour!” I confided.
“By a second.” Chacha smiled. “Damn, he still took you?”
I picked up my drink; “Let’s just say I have skills.”
I knew what I sounded like but I didn’t care. They thought I fucked him, why not go with it?
We talked for a bit until Gackt decided that it was time to go. He rose from the table saying, “It’s late and Masa-kun hasn’t met my ladies yet.”
“Ladies?” I swallowed.
“Mei and Belle.” Ren quipped.
I was still lost.
“Gaku’s wife and mistress. His cat and his dog.”
Gackt had never mentioned pets. He didn’t seem like an animal lover.
“My Belle is such the lady,” He informed me as I rose also. “You’ll love her.”
“And Mei?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“She could be Mana’s twin.” Ren snickered.
Gackt didn’t laugh. Coldness passed over his face.
“Let’s go.” He directed my way before taking a firm hold of my hand as he lead us out the dinning room and to collect our shoes. As we collected our shoes I noticed that Gackt had picked up a size smaller then his own.
“Gaku,” I whispered softly.
“Hm?”
I pointed downward. He looked but said nothing. He blushed, quietly fixing his mistake.
He drives like a man possessed! In New York he never drove and now I knew why. I wanted out…bad. I clutched the door handle for dear life as we went speeding along the street which is hard to do considering how crowded they were. Gackt gave a whole new meaning to aggressive driving. My heart slammed hard against my ribcage every time he came close to another car or person.
“Slow…down!” I pleaded, nearly hitting my head against the window as he turned up a winding path that lead to God knows where.
He didn’t hear me. Either that or he was ignoring me.
We soon came to a crashing stop atop something that looked like a hill.
“Where...” I began but Gackt had already exited the car and was rounding to myself. He pulled open the door for me.
“Arig…” The word died in my mouth as his crashed down on my own claiming it. An explosion of thoughts filled my head as he explored the contents of my dinner. He released me shortly his face flushed.
Breathlessly he called my name.
“Iie!” I cried out firmly before he could say anything else.
“I really think you sho-“
“Iie! Iie! Iie!” I shouted causing the nearby birds to scatter.
Gackt sighed. Then leaning against the side of the car he went for his pack of smokes. He placed the cigarette between his lips and lit up in one smooth motion saying as he inhaled on his stick of death, “You really should consider that mint.”
Mint?
I blinked twice not sure I had heard right. Once again, I have been embarrassed.
I took the offered mint and rode the rest of the way in silence. I guess I ruined the mood since he didn’t try to kiss me again.
Gackt’s house wasn’t very homely. As soon as we entered we were surrounded by nothing but darkness. Complete and utter darkness.
“Here.” He said knocking something against my arm.
I grabbed for it only to discover that it was a flashlight. Before I could turn it on, something hard hit my ankle.
“Chappi Belle!” Gackt exclaimed.
I hit the button on the flashlight just in time to see him squatting down at a beautiful cinnamon colored hot dog shaped dog. They then launched into what could only be described as a routine of sorts.
“Stay. Stay.” Gackt instructed as he got down on his knees to greet her properly.
Belle yapped and rose up on her back legs.
“Don’t kiss me!” Gackt protested just as Belle’s tongue lapped at the underside of his chin. He began to pet the dog lovingly on the head cooing all the while, “You’ve missed daddy? I think somebody missed daddy. Yes, she did. Yes she did.”
This was truly priceless.
I left him to his dog. I missed upstairs shining the light until I found a door with a note attached to it. It read: Masa. I was too tired to read it.
My room was nice –from what I could see of it- and well prepared. I stripped down to just a shirt and a pair of boxers. It had to be at least a good twenty minutes before the door creaked open. I sat up so fast.
I threw the blanket aside shouting as I kicked out hard at the figure moving towards my bed. “I said NO!”
“Ouch!” Cried out an unfamiliar voice, as my foot connected with what I could only guess was his stomach.
I leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve my flashlight. I shined the light directly at the doubled up figure to discover that it wasn’t Gackt at all.
“Who…’’ I asked as the man straightened himself out I noticed that he was taller then Gackt.
Gackt must’ve heard all the noise because not before long he was standing in the doorway shining his own light in.
“You-kun?” He called firmly to the confused boyish looking man in front of me.
“You gave away my room.” You whined tilting his head off to the side to look at a very naked Gackt.
“You-kun, I told you last week that Masa-kun was to stay here.” Gackt explained with the patience of a mother gently scolding a child. “Besides,” Gackt continued as he moved into the room taking You by his hand, “you don’t really use this room much anyway.”
I felt like I should say something. You was clearly upset.
“Gomen.” I squeaked for lack of anything better to say.
You turned his head away from Gackt to face me. A wry smile played on his fair features.
“It’s my fault really.” His voice was apologetic.
“Now everyone has met.” Gackt announced.
“Hai.” You replied in agreement.
What a strange bunch they were!
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