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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 J-rocker featured in
this ficcy. Especially Gackt.
Author Notes: Sorry we took sooooo long. Enjoy this chapter k? ^_^
It didn’t take You-kun long to start seeing a girl. I was too busy avoiding Gackt to have realized that I hadn’t been seeing You like that. Despite the fact that I was hiding from Gaku-chan, I still joined Toshi and Ren for drinks at Gackt’s; Toshi’s stitches were out but he still pretty pissed with me, but if we were gonna work together, we had to play nice, right?
I was on my third drink when a pissy looking Chachamura stormed through the back door, his hair flying free behind him like an extension of his anger. His lips were set into a deep pout making him look much like a spoiled little girl.
“What’s with you?” Ren asked as he set down his empty cup. Chacha’s bad mood wouldn’t harsh his buzz, he just found it rude that he came stomping in there.
Chacha sulkily plopped down beside me, snatching up what was left of my drink. I let out a small cry of protest before picking up the bottle and finishing it off.
“You-kun!” Chacha spat out like the liquor had left a bad taste in his mouth.
The sound of my lover’s name perked my interest a bit. You, after all has been M.I.A for quit a while now and with the Mars tour approaching I was getting worried about rather or not we would have some alone time together.
Picking up and opening one of the other bottles, Chachamura poured himself another drink as he continued on, “That pop tart he’s been seeing-“
“Pop tart?” I asked, my insides running cold with dread. There was no way that Chacha was calling me a tart due to the fact that no one really knew we were dating except Gackt.
Toshi looked my way, his smile leering as he said with great satisfaction, “Yeah, You-kun’s been seeing this wanna-be model type.”
I looked away from that sickening grin. I wanted to smack him. Hurt him like before. But I knew my anger wasn’t really directed at Toshi but at You.
I glanced Ren’s way who nodded that it was indeed true.
“Rei something.” Ren offered and then added, “I think she’s kawaii.”
Chacha rolled his eyes as he remarked, “Anything with blonde hair is cute to you.”
Ren’s grin widens as he reached his hand out towards Chacha who looked down on it like it was diseased or something. Ignoring Chacha’s expression and licking already wet lips, Ren said, “You know Chacha, from the behind you really look like a chick.”
Chacha snatched his hand away as if he had been burned, “Masa’s more you’re type.” He insisted before picking up his wineglass.
I made a face. My expression sour.
“Ren’s a bit too…” I paused and searched my mine for the right word to describe Ren-chan as a dating possibility.
“Awww, Masa-chan. You couldn’t handle me!” Ren filled in with a wicked grin.
With all the porno’s he owned, I probably couldn’t handle him but instead I said as cockily as I could manage, “You think that, huh?”
Ren suggestively sucked on his bottom lip, his eyes doing my face a once over. “I know you couldn’t.” He informed me with a lewd wink.
He is You’s and Gackt’s best friend; I wonder what he knew.
“What I miss?” Came Gackt’s voice from the doorway of the kitchen, surprisingly I was happy to hear it.
I turned to see him, drinking him in as I did. He looked good in low sung jeans and a tee shirt. I doubt that he would ever share this look with his fans but he looked hot just the same. He was putting on a jacket as he said this and suddenly I wanted to go with him. Whenever it was that he was going, I wanted to be there too.
“We were giving Masa-kun the 411 on Robot’s new girlfriend.”
Gackt made a sort of ‘ahh’ sound before saying “She’s a complete pop tart.”
Chacha clapped his hands together exclaiming loudly, “That’s what I said!”
“Great minds think alike.” Gackt murmured dryly before adding, “I hope that You-kun doesn’t stay out too late. We leave tomorrow.” He then turned his attention on me mouthing the words ‘come with me’ in English.
I waited until he had left from the kitchen and then muttering something about having to use the bathroom, I picked up my flashlight and followed him. I took my jacket with me. It was kind of chilly for late April.
“I’m nervous.” Gackt admitted as soon as I stepped outside.
“Me too.”
Gackt drummed his fingers against his cheek as we walked towards the car; the soft scuff of his sneakers covered the sound.
“Not about the show, I’m ready for that.” He quickly amended as he held my side door open for me. I muttered my thanks and ducked inside.
“What is it then?” I asked generally concerned.
“About you.” He locked eyes with me as he sat this before shutting the door behind him.
“I’m fine.” I lied, turning away from him. There was no use. He knew me. He knew me so well it was scary. I didn’t know how a thing such as this could’ve happened so fast but it did.
“He should have told you.” Gackt’s voice was angry; I had very really heard him sound that way before. “Hn, and he calls me irresponsible.” Gackt murmurs with a short harsh sounding laugh.
The muscles in my face twitched into an easy sort of smile.
“You really are in love with me, aren’t you Gakuto?”
“Hai,” He admitted with a soft sort of smile. “I love you and all who I encounter very deeply.”
I shook my head. That wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear at the moment.
“You fell in love almost every day then?” I asked with a laugh.
Gackt laughs too.
“I wouldn’t say everyday but I guess I’m quit the romantic.”
He was making me laugh. Making me forgot what I had heard about You.
We drove around a bit. Watching couples and various other groups of people before heading back to his place.
“Arigato, Gackt-chan.” I said pushing my bangs out of my face as I did.
Gackt’s face seemed blank as I said this.
“What for?” He asked. “I haven’t really done anything for you.”
I brushed my lips over his cheek. I swore he blushed.
“You have done well…everything tonight.”
His lips found my mouth and we said a proper good night before finding sleep inside of his car.
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The tour bus was spacious enough to fit at least two bands in it. We still needed the assistance of a plane to get around as well, but the bus served well as a way of travel. You, the bastard couldn’t even say ‘hi’ to me when he saw me. He just looked away quickly as he made his way to the back of the bus where Gackt was already sleeping. His head nodded forward and his shades looked as if they were ready to slide off of his nose. I smiled a bit. Gackt looked better to me when he wasn’t covered in club gear or make-up, he looked well…human.
I took a seat next to Chachamura who was scanning through the latest edition of some magazine. Ren sat across from us, earphones resting firmly against his ears.
“Hey, Masa,” Chacha called to me suddenly. I turned my head to look at him, it was twenty minutes into the ride and I had forgotten that he was sitting beside me. He was so damn quiet it was easy to forget. “You’re done with him right?”
I made a face.
He? You…
I nodded slowly saying “Yeah, I think we’re pretty over.”
“Good, because I want him.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the way that he had said it. I was laughing so hard that I was al most choking. Patting my back hard Chacha then said, “What? What is so funny about what I just said?”
Before I could get a word off, I heard Ren’s voice. “You suck.”
“Pardon me?” I replied confused at the hostile way he had directed those words towards me.
Ren rolled his eyes at me, saying as he did, “Don’t think that you can just bounce between them. You’ll get burned, not them.” He warned cockily. I was still confused. The look on my face had to be one of pure ignorance.
As if he were explaining a really hard math problem, Ren raises his hand holding up three fingers as he said, “When they are done with-“ He points his middle finger my way, “they’ll still have each other.” He explained crossing the other two fingers together as he said the words ‘each other’. “Enjoy the game while it’s lasts.” He then smiled at me politely before turning his attention back to his gameboy.
I turned and locked eyes with Chacha who shrugged it off saying, “He’s right you know.”
I was sure that in all of Chacha’s years of being a musician he had seen this several times before. Hell, it probably happened to him a few times.
“Whether they date us or not, they can still throw us away just like-“ Snapping his fingers on the word ‘that’. “WE, you, me, Toshi and all the rest are outsiders to their little world.” He tossed back his long locks of blonde as if to say that he was done.
We are replaceable. Period. If I or anybody else rubbed Gackt or did something inexcusable to one of his precious people we were gone.
Man…I needed to rethink my career.
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A/N: Okay, I could go into serious detail on the “Mars” tour but then that would mean that I’ve watched that thing too many times then I would like to admit. ^_^ Sorry it took so long to update. This is a J-rocker novel after off so there are plenty more chapters to go. By the way, I was the one who wrote ‘Slow Poison’ and I don’t have any plans to continue since I can’t remember where I put those pages. Sorry.
The Mars tour had gone well and despite my nerves I still managed to look convincing during the ‘Vanilla’ performance, hell we had practiced that routine enough damn times. Only a few hours ago the last show of the tours had ended and now once again we were being ushered onto another plane to France this time for some down time. We had visited France during the tour but Gackt had wanted to return us a birthday present to himself.
I found myself in the company of Chachamura and Ren again. Ren was making flirty conversation with our stewardess that, I was sure would lead to a quick romp in the bathroom. I’m sure Ren was already a member of the ‘mile high club’. I sighed and decided to chance a quick glance You’s way. He is sitting next to Gackt, who is peacefully lying against his friend’s shoulder. His reddish brown bangs graced the rims of his tinted shades; his mouth was set in such a way the vocalist seemed like he was grimancing.
“I need to get laid.” Chacha announced loudly taking my attention off of our dozing boss and my ex. I watched as he picked his drink up from his tray and took a long swallow emptying more then half of the plastic cup.
My eyes traveled to the empty spot on the end that had been Ren’s. He had taken off with the girl.
“I hear you.” I nodded, praying that there was a girl out there that could take my mind off of You and Gackt who were now holding hands.
“The French have some nice looking women.” Chacha pointed out trying to be helpful.
“Too Hairy!” Ren exclaimed as he appeared out of no where, a big Cheshire cat grin on his face; I swear if we weren’t on a plane he would’ve lit up a cigarette.
“That was quick.” Chacha mused, picking up his cup to finish off what little was left in it.
Ren rolled his amber colored eyes saying us he did, “She did it right. Perfect pressure.” He explained adding a lewd wink as if I haven’t caught his meaning.
Chacha shakes his head, his blonde bangs bobbing, “As long as you’re satisfied who cares if she’s left disappointed, right?” Chacha’s tone was a bit harsh but Ren paid the rock vet no real mind. Instead he replied cockily, “She got hers too.”
“Is that so?” Chacha said raising a well-sculpted eyebrow.
Ren nodded, “Yeah,” –leaning back in his chair-“she got to blow a rock star.” He answered flippantly with a wave of his hand and a cheeky grin.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Chacha just shook his head.
“What’s wrong?”
I jumped at the sound of Gackt’s voice. I had taken up residence at the hotel’s bar and lounge area ever since we had checked in. I just rolled my bottle between my hands. Should I tell him what Ren had said and how it’s been bothering me?
“A bloody Mary please.” Gackt ordered while he waited out my reply.
I waited until he had his drink before speaking.
“Ren opened me up to something.”
Gackt looked thoughtful for a moment, his index finger running along the rim of his glass just before he dipped it inside. He then brought his wet digit to his mouth, his tongue darting out the catch the drop that fall from his fingertip.
I couldn’t look away yet I was disturbed by his display of well…this.
“You’re not going to start dating busty blondes are you?” He asked in all innocents.
I burst out laughing at the comment. Gackt was just too much. He sipped his drink as I gained my composer.
“Nothing like that.” I assured him once I caught my breath.
Smiling as he raised his glass to his lips, “Good.” After a long swallow followed by a muttering of the words ‘not enough vodka’ Gackt then said, “It’s You-kun isn’t it?”
“Yes and no.”
Gackt then placed his hand against his cheek; his eyes were staring forward giving me the impression that no body was home at the moment. He looked truly lost.
“We have to fix that.” He said finally with a sigh.
I stared and waited. I knew he had stumbled on to something, whether or not I would like it I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find that out. As he drummed his fingertips against his cheek he said, “Me, you, You-kun, and Ren will hit the clubs.”
“Tonight?” I repeated.
“Hai.” He replied with a nod of his head, his hand going for the pocket of his jacket producing a pack of smokes. I just stared at him as he taps one out and places it between his lips.
Holding up his hands defensively he says while managing to keep the cigarette from falling out of his mouth, “I’m trying to quit I swear.” He was grinning at me as he said this. I feel my lips twitch into a smile as well.
“We also have to do something for my birthday.” He informed me as he exhaled.
“How old are you?” I asked suddenly. I knew that I was younger then Gackt and You but I didn’t know by how much.
“Four hundred.” Gackt answers quickly.
I rolled my eyes saying as I leaned into him, “Really, how old are you?”
He turned to face me slowly placing his cigarette in the nearest ashtray. Placing his hands on either side of my face, “Iie.” Moving in closer to my face as he did, “I’d have to kill you if I told you.”
“I rather you kiss me.” I replied, my voice low enough for only him to hear since the barkeep was staring at us.
His hands dropped from my face, he lowered his eyes from mine for a moment taking in deep breath.
I waited. His lips graced the side of my face only briefly.
“I feel jipped.” I pouted my bottom lip almost in offering.
Gackt just shrugged off my disappointment. Picking up his drink he then said, “What? You wanted tabacco mouth?”
I giggled at the comment, vaguely remembering the night he had offered me a mint.
“Oooh, dirty.”
It was Gackt turn to shake his head.
I watched as he knocked back the rest of his drink in one long draught. “I’ll get the others.” He informed me, slapping down a few Euro as a tip for the barkeep. Clothes. They say that clothes make the man but my clothes now would make a spoil socialite cry.
I swore all my clothes were too damn girly!
Oddly enough it didn’t stop me from putting on some serious eye make up. I wanted-needed to look hot. I wanted both You and Gackt’s attention tonight. Believe me. I got it. I gotten more then I would’ve wagered.
The manger of the hotel had suggested this risqué nightspot that all the visiting businessmen liked to frequent. At least it wasn’t the Moline Rouge.
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The smoke hung heavily in the atmosphere; Euro pop was blasting from large speaking that hung in the corners of the club. The d.j was spinning out a good mix tune that appeased to its gyrating club-goers.
“I don’t like it here.” Ren whined at Gackt’s side. “Gackt-chan, let’s get out of here.”
Gackt shook his head.
“Here is fine.” He said firmly as he followed behind our blonde hostess.
“Masa!” Ren had called out to me-we somehow had gotten separated from the group-“This way.”
When I had reached our sitting area I noticed that our hostess had leeched herself to Gackt’s side. Whether she knew who he was or not, she could smell money.
I’ll fix that.
I started to sway from side to side rotating my lower half suggestively before doing a playboy bunny dip onto Ren’s lap who laughed with prevented glee.
“Sweet.” Ren remarked straightening me out as best as he could on his lap.
“Why is that?” I asked tilting my head back so that the light hit my face in just the right light. I gave a small smile to You who was watching me intently. He caught my gaze and looked away.
“It just seems like it’s my turn you know?” Ren replied with a rueful grin.
I wanted to smack him!
My eyes darken at the comment. Sensing my fury, Gackt quickly said, “None of that.”
His tone was so sharp our hostess excused herself quietly.
“She’ll probably bring us some champagne or something.” You remarked quietly.
Jumping off Ren’s lap-I should’ve done that sooner- I adjusted the waistline of these damn crotch hugging pants and said with saccharine sweetness, “Someone dance with me.” I sent a hopeful look Gackt’s way wondering how well he danced outside of the stage.
Gackt shook his head. “I don’t dance.” Looking for thoughtful for a moment, Gackt then added, “But You-kun does.”
You’s cheeks colored slightly at Gackt’s comment saying modestly, “A little bit.”
He lowered his eyes coyly from my expected stare. We had never gone anywhere public during our time together.
“So how about it?” I asked, dipping hip inward.
I offered my hand to You hoping that he would take it. I felt my body shudder pleasantly as You locked his hand into mine.
You is too modest. He moved just as well on the dance floor as he did in bed.
He pulled me into him turning me slightly as he guided me into a series of moves. He placed his hands on my sides turning me backward. His fingers brushed over my shoulders as he brought his mouth close to my ear, “You’re a tease you know that?” His breathing was coming out in heavy pants.
Good. I was getting to him.
He backed up off of my ass. I followed him, backing my rear into his semi erect member. I didn’t tease him too. You had taken hold of my arms whirling me around to face him dead on.
We locked eyes.
He swallowed his Adam apple’s bobbing as he did.
“I don’t have to be.” My sultry tone fated away as I felt the wetness of tears on You’s cheeks.
“You…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Masa…we” -pushing me roughly away- “This isn’t a good time to discuss this.”
I nodded, watching him go.
It wasn’t. Tonight was about fun. Wasn’t it?
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