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Masa's Story	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > GacktJOB Views: 2401 -:- 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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Disclaimer: Don’t own any Gackt Job members or Gackt
himself. This isn’t suppose to be real I guess, Fictional happenings…with a real time period etc….
FOUR
After the incident with Gackt’s roommate I was able to score about three hours of sleep before Gackt burst in the door. He didn’t really burst in; he was very quiet about it. I wouldn’t have known he was there until I opened my eyes to see something hovering close to my face. It turned out to be a make-up brush and holding the damn thing was no other then Camui Gackt.
“What are you…” I began to ask but was cut short as he exploded into a laughing fit as he retracted the brush. Before I could blink, Gackt had replaced the brush with a circular mirror that covered his face from view leaving me to stare at my own.
“What the fu-“
“Don’t you like it?” He said, cutting me from behind the safety of the mirror.
My hands flew to make face, gingerly touching the mess that is caked on my eyes. I looked like Mimi from Drew Carey.
“If you think you look bad, “Gackt said as he got to his feet, “you should see Chachamura.”
I wanted to deck him. Hurt him. What kind of games did he play in this house?
I swung my legs over the bed narrowly missing Mei, who for some odd reason had decided to room with me. I moved for the door leaving Gackt to watch me huff off like some kind of diva. Once out the door I searched around for the bathroom so I could get this shit off my face and maybe some breakfast.
“Whoa!” Came a familiar voice. It was You. He was heading down the hall and stopped short upon seeing me.
“Yeah, I look like shit.” I murmured noticing that You was kind of cute.
He shook his head; the leash he was holding rattled in his hand.
“Naw, you look fine, Masa-kun.” He looked thoughtful for a moment as he said this. “Ren and I looked much worst. Your feminine features help you out a lot.”
“Thanks.” I muttered not really taking it as a compliment.
“Ren looked like Raggedy Ann on crack.” He confided with a grin.
I burst out laughing. The mental picture was too funny.
“See?” You said nodding his head as if he accomplished something.
Getting a hold of myself I then asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”
You shook his little blonde head.
“Nani?” I said in disbelief.
“I can’t tell you that.” You replied in a conspiring whisper. “The others have to see you first.”
“The hell they do!” I hissed, my hands balling into fists at my sides. This was madness!
“But they must.” Came Gackt’s voice from behind.
“Shit.” I silently cursed under my breath. They had me trapped.
You advanced me as Gackt took hold of me from behind. My head went back against his stomach as he secured me about my armpits. You took hold of my legs hooking them about the knees under his arms. I tried to kick him like last night but there was no use. A part of me wanted to be carried. Enjoying the game I shouted at the top of my lungs over their peels of laughter, “Iie, stop! Please don’t…”
“Nyah, nyah! They caught him!” Came Ren’s excited voice shouted as they brought me into a large room. “And man does he look pretty!” He hooted to my annoyance.
They had carried me to the music room. I glanced around as best as I could see, getting a good view of Job in the process before they hoisted me on top of Gackt’s piano for all to see. When I sat just in time to see a heavyset man limbering towards me with a wet cloth for my face.
“Arig…” The words died in my mouth as Gackt’s voice cut me off saying, “Iie, wait.” He quickly got between me and my savior saying as he did, “Pictures first, Toku. Then we clean the mess.”
Pictures? No fucking way!
I snatched for the towel only to have my hands slapped away by Gackt. I pulled my stinging hand towards my chest. I shot a look of pure death Gackt’s way but he didn’t see it. He was too busy ushering Chacha my way.
“Nice face.” I snickered upon seeing Chacha’s tri-colored make-up. He looked about as trashy as a Sailor Moon villain did.
He just smiled politely.
“This is nuts.” He murmured. “And you look…” he searched his mind for something equally polite to say, “colorful.”
“Thanks.” I remarked dryly just as a huge flash of light went off. I blinked twice startled by the sudden brightness; Gackt’s house could easily pass for something out of a horror flick as dim as it was.
“Another one! Another one!” All of Job eagerly chanted.
Two more were taken.
I stuck my tongue out on the second one.
“Oi! We have a Haido!” Gackt laughed referring to Laruku’s petite vocalist who was known for giving the camera a little tongue action.
I rolled my eyes. I was much cuter then old ass Hideta.
When the pictures were done Gackt took to the task of removing the gunk off of my face. He wiped carefully about my eyes with as much concern as an overprotective mother cleaning a boo boo. As he did, he utters a few praises to my beauty in the process.
“Stop.” I breathed.
“Stop what?” He asked as he dabbed at something close to my mouth.
I knocking his hand away, “Treating me like this. I’m a boy. A man.”
Gackt sighed deeply, placing the cloth on top of the piano, “I’m aware of that.”
“Then why do you insist on…” My voice trailed off. At that moment I noticed You staring at me. His eyes were more fixated on me and my reaction to Gackt rather then Gackt himself but what drew me in was the way that he stared. His eyes are pained with a sort of sweet sadness you would only find in a person who had a deep regret about something. Ren called out to the willowy violinist making everything I saw seem like a daydream.
“Daijobou?” Gackt inquired; he had finished the job while I was occupied studying You. His blue eyes were filled with genuine concern for me.
“Why…” My tried to think of a way to put this as delicately as possible.
Gackt waited, biting on his bottom lip as he did.
God he was confusing.
“…does You-kun live with you?” I finished.
“Hmm…”
He looked troubled for a moment. Only a moment. The corners of his lips soon twitched into a smile.
“Does Masa-kun wish that You-kun didn’t live with me?”
The question itself was just plain insane.
“Iie. I didn’t…”
Gackt took hold of my wrists, clasping them firmly in his hands as he spoke. “We’ve broken up.” He admitted softly. “I wish to God that we hadn’t but I find it so hard to work with lovers.”
I was definitely confused.
“Then why…” I stared at the finger he had pressed against my lips.
“I said ‘lovers’ as in plural.” He gave me a wink before strolling off to a large chest.
What a piece of work this son of a bitch is!
Out of the chest Gackt removed several hardback books. As he handed them out, “You lose it, you pay me for a new one.” He announced, his voice taking on a tone I had never heard him use before. All business.
“Masa!” He snapped at me causing me to jump a bit.
“Hai?” I squeaked.
“Would you kindly get your ass off my piano, please?”
I slid my ass off that man’s piano. I slowly moved passed him taking one of the books that was offered to me before standing beside Chacha.
“You have two weeks to work on and study these. We begin work soon.” Gackt informed us looking over like a general over his troops.
A groan went out from the group.
“I think I’m being reasonable.” Gackt stated folding his arms over his chest.
I opened my mouth to protest but the look from Ren made me think better of it. I would later learn that Gackt could be as scary as he was fun when working. I swear that man is bipolar or some shit like that. Smiling one minute screaming the next.
A little over two weeks passed and we were practicing for our first real show together. We were playing some club tomorrow night and Gackt was determined that we sounded good. Even if he killed us to do it. Chacha, being practically a music veteran was going over the sheet music with Gackt while Ren lay slumped over his guitar; a dull dead expression was firmly in place on his normally sunny face. Everyone was bored out of skulls but not me. I had found the best way to amuse myself…
“Oi, Noodleboy!”
I am forever tormenting You-kun.
The face he made when I would start to rag on him was just plain priceless. His reactions although at times he seemed genuinely hurt, he still looked quit adorable.
You’s face screwed up for the briefest of seconds, almost like he was confused until he slipped into an easy-going grin. I moved towards him, twirling a strand of hair around my finger as I neared him as I causally asked, “Is it lunch time yet? Cos I don’t remember eating anything this morning and I could’ve sworn you inhaled most of my plate.” I then batted my lashes before smiling ever so sweetly at him before moving on.
“Yeah,” Toshi joined in setting down his drumsticks. “I’m hungry too.”
Ren perked up a bit upon hearing the You bashing. Instead of coming to his friend’s defense he joined in with a few quick quips himself.
I knew I was being bitchy towards You-kun, but Gackt normally pulled his ass out of the fire by calling a break or something while he takes You out for an ‘long drive’. They would just talk, You had assured me-as if I asked- one evening after the two of them had returned from the drive.
Whatever.
“Why do you do that?” You asked me softly over the chatter of the other band mates.
I shrugged.
“We aren’t lovers.” You said shaking his head.
The statement alone stuck me as odd.
“Oh?” I replied uninterested in whatever You was trying to get at.
He must’ve thought that I didn’t believe him so he continued saying, “Seriously, we aren’t.”
“Gaku, hungry!” Ren childishly whined after realizing that You weren’t paying attention to his comments.
Gackt’s shoulders drooped at the mentioning of food.
“You-kun, Masa,” – turned at the sound of my name- Gackt continued on, “Go get lunch.”
Me? Us? Alone?
I tried to swallow down the lump that has suddenly occupied my throat. The thought of being alone with You… bothered me.
Placing a hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry Masa-kun, I know what to get.” You informed me as he led me towards the door.
“Oh, and Robot,” Ren shouted from his spot. You said before Ren could get another word off, “Yeah, I know. Don’t eat it before You do.”
Ren blew You a raspberry, pissed that he hadn’t got to say the joke.
“Masa,” You called out to me once we were outside and some what alone; there were too many people in Tokyo to never be alone. His tone was sort of wistful, real sad like as he spoke, “Do you…do you like me?”
“…Hai…”
You ran an agitated hand through his hair. “That’s not what I meant.”
Something cold was curling in the pit of my stomach. A sort of panic took over my system.
“I don’t date…” I stopped myself. You might not even about to be taking it there. No point looking stupid, right?
“I know you don’t. It takes a pretty strong person to turn down Gaku-chan.” There was much admiration in his voice it was somewhat endearing. Too bad I felt lately that my resolve was breaking. Since I’ve moved to Japan, I find myself more so drawn to the male population then the females.
“I wish I had your willpower, Masa.” You sighed.
Aww great, he just wants to vent about his break-up with Gackt.
“Yeah …well- when he touches me I can’t help but feel like…”
“It’s confusing.” We both said at the same time.
I stared at him. He stared back and soon we were laughing. We soon reached the noodle shop. You ordered and I waited watching as a sort dreamy expression fell over his face. I had seen that look so many times on Gackt it was scary to see it elsewhere. You began to laugh.
“Nani?” I asked wondering what had happened. “Nani!” I repeated this time tugging hard on the sleeve of his jacket. “Tell me.” I whined, hating the sound of my voice.
You stopped laughing.
“Gomen, Masa, “ –wiping at the tears that he had shed while he laughed- “it’s just that…well I…” His voice faltered a bit so I waited. “I like you.”
“Order up!” Called the cook cutting off any response I would’ve had.
You snatched up the bags and we were soon mobile again.
“Really I do.” You continued on when we were a good distance away from the shop. “Ren and I have known Gaku for so long and you’ve met him but a few months ago.”
“So?”
I wasn’t really sure where You is going with this.
“Well most people would be smitten by now.”
I recalled the girls from the rave.
“But not you. It’s like…it’s like you hate him.”
Did I hate Gackt?
“I don’t hate him.” I protested meekly. “He just confuses me is all.” I said almost too low for You to hear me.
“I know what you mean.” You murmured under his breath.
From then on, we bonded. Whether or not anyone noticed the change between us. Yeah, I would still tease him and he in return took it with easy grace. I hate to admit it, but I soon found myself falling for You.
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