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You Are My FUNFAIR	By : pockykingwindy Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > GacktJOB Views: 1248 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-You Are My FUNFAIR
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You Are My Funfair

君は私のＦＵＮＦＡＩＲ

By Pocky King Windy

Disclaimer: These people belong to You of GacktJob © and Ren of Rin Kuroba © (… I have no idea how to write it. Someone please save me). The fanfiction belongs to me.

Warning: Yaoi, meaning slash. Lemony too. XD Please hit the back button if this is offends you. ^___^ or if you flame, I’ll scratch you to bits with my Super Nyan-nyan-neko-neko claws ™. Flame me for my writing skills and not the pairing, okay? You’re not forced to read things you don’t want to.

Plot Cockroach: Four words: Not enough Ren fics. Not enough You too. Oh wow, they’re both four words in a sentence. Wow, I’m so talented. Wow. *Cough* Actually, I read some pretty good fics and found them, but they’re Gackt x Masa, Masa x You, Gackt x You, You x Gackt x Masa and… oh, you get my drift. In short, GacktJobringrings only seem to involve those three. I know I like it; it’s sexy… but poor Ren! I couldn’t find any fics on my favorite big bouncy neko!! He’s so bouncy! Why won’t anyone sleep with— uh, I mean, go out with him? Yeah! Go out with him! …You know what, I’ll shut up now.

This will probably end up a fic nobody reads, but I’m enticing you with NC-17. ^______^ Aww, come on! Who wouldn’t want to read Windy’s rare PWP lemons anyway? Okay, so probably they’ll end up doing something stupid or unbelievably crazy… PROBABLY. They’re not Gackt. They do not do dorky things. They do not shove pencils against their noses and they do not cook naked. Okay? So relax…

KumaKuma-chan: But aren’t you a practicing worshipper of Gacktism? Why are you writing fics on Ren and You?

Good question, my adorable little bunny accomplice! KumaKuma-chan, sometimes in life a boy gets bored. He can’t be OMG-Gackt-Gackt-Gackt all the time, can he? Actually he can, but there are times when he has to go follow his urge to scream “NYAAANNYAAAANNYAAAAAN” at 5 in the morning and piss everybody off. There are also times when he has to act all happy and say “na no da” in an annoyingly sing-song voice. It’s all part and parcel of being an irritating, irate, impulsive fan boy nobody wants to come near except when they really, really, REALLY feel the need to get a fresh start in their sex life and bed him. Trust me; I’m a breath of fresh air when all your screw mates are at their peak of boredom.

Interested? Call XXX-WINDY-XXXX

Pairing: You x Ren

Summary: A funfair doesn’t have to be a place on earth. It can be a place in heaven, in hell, or just be that very person you have known a long, long time ago. This is because a funfair is a place that brings you joy and laughter… all you’d need is a little faith, trust, and some pixie dust.

Note: I, Windy, hereby will every item in my possession in the world to my stuffed bunny, KumaKuma-chan, in advance before I am eradicated by a violinist and bassist.

“Nyan” is pronounced as “Nya”.

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“SO!”

You nearly jumped out of his skin as the door swung dramatically open. He turned around to meet a grinning face, a small-sized man with hands on his hips as he looked up rather demandingly. “So what?”

“It’s a public holiday today. Can we hang out together or what?”

You, man-who-loves-to-work-#2, turned his gaze back to look at the room’s other occupant, namely Gackt, man-who-loves-to-work-#1. “Eh…”

“I see. You’re worried for your boyfriend nyan.”

“He’s not—“

“You’re so sweet,” Gackt looked up and waggled his brows. Both he and Ren burst out laughing at You’s scandalized expression, before You too, burst into laughter.

It was somewhat a little like the old times when all three of them would indulge in weird conversations such as these. They had been very normal youngsters with very normal big dreams almost every other youngster in the world would have, except that unlike many out there, they now lived their dreams. They were… happy, each in their own way, feeling very accomplished. Well, not that very happy as happy would go, but at the moment, it sufficed.

Because Ren hadn’t fully left them all behind. Yet.

No matter what, he still came back, he still dropped in sometimes just for old-time’s sake. Perhaps it was guilt, the guilt of leaving his old friend behind because he’d wanted a fresh start, he’d wanted something new, something different… or perhaps it was something else. No one would name it. It was too bothersome to do so.

“You don’t mind if I borrow him for a moment?”

“I’ll kill you in a jealous fit,” the fair-haired man replied, lifting the pencil in his hand in a threatening manner. “I’ll stab your eyeballs out and feed it to my goldfish.”

“You don’t have a goldfish nyan.”

Gackt didn’t respond. He just lifted up a round jar with a dead frog floating upside down in it.

“GROSS!” both the violinist and the bassist scrambled backwards in horror.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha!” the man stabbed his pencil into the water, touching the dead frog. “His name is Masa.”

“MASA?”

“Yes. He’s a voodoo frog.”

“You’re still mad at him for leaving, aren’t you?” You asked, narrowing his eyes. But there was a hint of mirth in them, as there was in the other two’s.

“Not really,” Gackt said, a little wistful. “Are you going, or what?”

“You mean you really don’t mind?”

“No… not when I would be distracted by your freeness of actions.” He grinned and sat the jar down. “Yes, I’m shooing you away.”

They nodded. Gackt was busy. He somehow believed that the more hours he put into accomplishing something, the better it would be. It was technically true. Besides, it was what made him Gackt. His perfect, flawless synchronized manner of doing things… almost.

Nobody can be perfect, right?

But neither Ren nor You would pull the man away from his work. They understood that he needed their support in this, and when they had their limits reached, and he still didn’t, it wouldn’t do any good to try stopping him. Gackt’s wrath was divine. It was kind of like being smote by god. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t as scary as Masa’s quick temper, but hell, when Gackt blew, he blew.

“I guess we’ll be going now, Gaku-chan.”

“Hmm,” even before they’d left, the blond had already turned back to his lyric sheets.

Ren and You walked out of the door, shutting it quietly behind them. They walked down the passageway, and as they approached the lift, and Ren was pretty sure they were out of Gackt’s impeccable earshot, he leaned in to tug at You’s shirt sleeve. “He looks tired nyan.”

“He is,” You sighed, getting into his best-friend-mode. “Sometimes he doesn’t even come home at all… he’s at the studio, working, working… It just gets me worried sometimes. I know he’s trying to coordinate the band since everyone… left, but… that can be a little much.”

They both fell silent for a while.

“Um… do you think… I made a mistake?” Ren’s bubbly countenance fell. “I mean… leaving GacktJob.”

“Of course not,” You replied, flashing Ren a kind smile. “We all need to branch out and find our own paths somehow.”

“But you stayed.”

“…I did.”

“You make the bestest buddy in the world nyan.” Ren folded his arms while waiting for the lift that seemed to take forever to h thh their floor. “I doubt Gaku-chan would know what to do without you.”

“Thanks,” You nodded. “You know, he still thinks of you as a friend.”

“I guess I’m not as tragic as Masa,” Ren screwed his kitty-like nose, resisting the urge to light a cigarette because smoking in lifts was a no-no… not when you wanted to keep a public image and people to not think you were an inconsiderate idiot. “Both, in fact.”

Images of the dead frog popped up in their minds.

“Yeah. I guess you’re lucky.”

Ren looked up at the taller violinist, grinning. “So, where to, RoboYou?”

“What? I thought you made plans,” You stared back at him. “And what did you call me?”

“Forget it,” Ren waved his hand. The lift doors opened and a lone young man sporting shades stepped out. He smiled at them, a small polite smile as petite as his small frame, and walked past them, his perfume wafting around the two. Ren stared after him. “Did you see that?”

“What?”

“Man, he’s got to be some model or something,” Ren bounced into the lift, followed by You. “I should’ve gotten an autograph, just in case!”

“Hmm, yes,” You thought the scent was strangely familiar, but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where he had smelled it before. In fact, the whole lift seemed to smell like that young man. “But then again, he could be one of the interns. We lose track of people sometimes. But with looks like that, he’d get into GacktJob soon. He drowns himself in perfume as much as Gaku-chan does.”

“Do you think Gaku-chan would…?”

“Would what?” You asked, pretty much oblivious. That earned him a pout. Serious and steady as You was, he was notorious for his spacing out sometimes. Well, robotic, really. It could be cute at times, but hopelessly frustrating sometimes.

“You’re playing shy,” Ren announced. “You’re no fun!”

They grinned and walked out into the lobby. You was still intent on them going somewhere since it was a day-off. “So, where do you want to go?”

“The bar, get smashed, or something.”

“We do that all the time.”

“What’s so special about today?”

You couldn’t find an answer. What was so special anyway? Why did he want to do something different… with Ren? “Well, Gaku-chan’s not with us… I guess that’s why.”

“You’re trying to shake off Gaku-chan?”

“No, no…”

Ren smirked. “You jealous of that pretty boy there in the lift nyan?”

“No, why would I be?” You asked, surprised. Ren sighed.

“You’re no fun,” the bassist resumed grinning. “But let’s do something different. Or stupid! I suggest we go to the funfair!!”

“What—“

“No buts!” Ren nearly shouted, causing everyone to look their way. “You said you wanted to do something different!”

“Ren…”

“Yay! Nyan! Let’s go!” Ren, smaller-built as he was, had an underlying strength to do what he wanted. He dragged You out to the sunshine, bent on getting to that funfair.

“There’re so many people there,” You pointed out. He was beginning to feel just a little nervous, though nothing really flustered him. You was calm, just like that. But this was suicide. Funfairs meant people. People meant a certain percentage of rabid fans. Rabid fans meant clawing, screaming and attention seeking.

He did not want to go to the funfair.

Besides, it was a Masa or Gackt thing to do. Not You. Not Ren.

“Ren, we’ll be mobbed.”

“They won’t expect us to be there, okay? If you’d just act normal, and have a normal disguise, it’ll be perfectly okay,” Ren pushed him into the passenger seat. “See? Here’s my special disguise kit! You can borrow some stuff, if you want.”

There, on the backseat, was an orange lunchbox labeled in large lime-green letters, ‘REN’S PERFECT DISGUISE KIT’. That thing even had a snapshot of their U+K concert.

Without another word, Ren started the engine, reversed, turned, straightened the car and sped down the road leading to the summer festival. Ren hadn’t intended to go to a funfair. He too, knew the risks. Besides, any disguise wouldn’t have worked, not when they were stars. Therefore, Ren the them headed to a cosplay. The car screeched to a halt and Ren turned to face his friend.

“So, RoboYou! You ready?” Ren snickered. “There’re plenty of You’s and me’s here. No one will find out, and we’ll post these pictures in our fan sites just for a dig.”

You didn’t see the need to dissuade Ren any longer. It seemed fine now, since there would technically be a lot of him and Ren’s around. There would be You’s and Ren’s with real boobs too. Awesome.

“Okay.”

“YAY!” Ren cheered. He got some stuff out of the REN’S PERFECT DISGUISE KIT™ and You stared at him in wonder.

“Makeup?”

“Disguise! Disguise, okay?” Ren said. “Here, cake this on so you’ll look like a real cosplayer.”

“That’s a little mean, Ren,” You couldn’t help smiling. There was something about Ren that was so infectiously happy, everyone around him felt happy too. In fact, he could even call it as being par for the course of being… well, Ren.

He choked, coughed and spluttered when Ren stuffed the powder puff at his nose.

“NYAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ren burst into peals of laughter when You batted his hand holding the offending puff away. “Nobody calls Ren mean!”

“I’d call him dysfunctional, actually,” You offered yet another of his beatific smiles.

“Who’s the mean one now?”

Instead of a hotel, the event was a large open-air area with a small stage erected at the front. They made their way into a public restroom and Ren got into one of his old costumes. He stepped out and stared at You. “Do you want to cosplay as me nyan?” he asked cheekily.

“I can’t get into your pants.”

“Fatso.”

“I’m not.”

“Prove it.”

“I can’t. Your ass is too skinny.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SKINNY?”

“Anyway, I’ll be a normal You,” You affirmed. “I’ll tell everyone I imagine I’m You, and therefore see no point in putting on elaborate costumes.”

“You’re avoiding the subject,” Ren’s grin was ever present. “But I’ll forgive you because you’re just so beautiful.”

“Eh… isn’t that meant for Gaku-chan?”

“He has so many people telling him that; he doesn’t find it funny anymore.”

The two men grinned. Ren, out of the blue, produced a bag with one of You’s old outfits. He shrugged under You’s gaze. “I kept it for remembrance.”

“And for emergency occasions like these?”

“Nyan! Why are you so mean today?” Ren smacked the violinist on his shoulder. “Come on, get into these. We’re missing the event!”
The event was indeed a fun one. There were various people there all dressed up as their favorite anime, movie, game character and rock stars. Like Ren had mentioned before, there were quite a few Ren’s and You’s there. Well, more You’s than Ren’s, but it was fine by him. The stage was always on with some performance or other, the cosplayers jamming to random anime songs. Some of them were pretty talented, in fact.

“Excuse me!”

Ren turned around and gaped for a moment. “Gaku-chan?”

“…Huh?” the cosplayer looked surprised for a moment. “No… but wow, thanks for your praise! I’ve ALWAYS wanted to look that perfect.”

“Oh, yeah, you just looked so… Gackt,” Ren grinned, his infectious smiles causing the other to grin back. It was then when Ren decided that that boy didn’t look that much like Gackt after all. He was shorter, smaller, less well-built and well… very bouncy. Ren would say he was a mix of himself, Masa and Gackt. It was odd, really.

“Can we help you?” You offered gently, knowing that Ren would’ve forgotten that they were addressed. The boy snapped out of his reverie and turned red.

“Aah, I just wanted a picture of you guys. You both look immaculately like You and Ren… that’s pretty nifty work,” he smiled, his smile reminding You a little of Masa’s.

“Yeah, and you look like Gackt and Masa’s kid.”

It was You’s turn to go red in the face. Really, Ren could be embarrassing at times when he brought his jokes too far! The cosplayer though, didn’t seem to get the joke. “Thanks!”

“So, where are you from?”

“Oh, I’m a tourist actually,” the boy replied, taking snaps of Ren, then of You, and then of both Ren and You. “I came here on holiday with my friend. I somehow lost him in the crowd.”

“No wonder. Your accent doesn’t seem very Japanese,” You remarked absently. “Chinese?”

“American. I was visiting my parents in New York, before I flew here.”

“I see… HEY! I can speak English too!” Ren bubbled. “Let me see! Hello nice to meet you how are you nyan!”

“Hello nice to meet you I’m fine and you nyan!” the boy replied in a voice and tone so much like Ren, You was amazed. Ren however, was more amused than amazed.

“Wow, it’s so cool to have met one of my fans who is weird— uh…”

The boy stared at him, tilting his head a little and folding his arms, looking slightly impish. “I knew it. You ARE Ren and You.”

Ren grinned sheepishly while You smiled nervously, expecting him to scream and have all the fans mob them.

“Are you two out on a date?”

“WHAT?”

At that point, You felt that he would have preferred being mobbed.

“Oh come on,” the boy rolled his eyes heavenward. For a moment, he looked exactly like Gackt when he was going to give up on everyone’s lack of humor. “You’re here, and you’re in public with no bodyguard whatsoever. You’re chatting with an inane fan, for Gackt’s sake. You’re probably out to spend time with each other and have your intimate lovey-dovey tenderness later…

“Look,” he reasoned. “You-san doesn’t seem the kind of person to take such risks and frankly, I just can’t picture him attending events like this where there are TONS of rabid hungry fans within the same vicinity. It seems something Ren-san would do, so as usual, he tries to drag You-san along, and of course You-san would comply, if he were Ren-san’s boyfriend, right?”

“That’s pretty good reasoning,” You said lamely. For someone who seemed cute but brainless, that kid had a pretty sharp mind. Ridiculous as his explanation may seem to the untrained ear, he spoke with both logic and insight. Now You was pretty sure he had gotten the joke about him being Gackt and Masa’s child, but had just played along with it.

“Thanks,” another bright Masa-like smile. “Yeah well, I should be going now. See you… at your respective concerts. If I ever come back to Japan anyway. Bye!”

“Bye-bye nyan!”

He skipped off and ran/bounced into, by purpose, a guy dressed like Squall Leonhart of Final Fantasy VIII. You watched him bow and apologize and keep his cute-but-brainless-fan boy act up while getting pictures of said cosplayer.

“You’re staring…” Ren poked You in the stomach.

“Hmm, yes,” You smiled, shrugging. “Shall we go? I feel like more people are going to discover us if we don’t.”

“Okay,” Ren was about ready to leave himself. So far he had taken three pictures of boobed Ren’s, one male You and one female You. There were also four female Gackts, two male Gackts (one of whom was that boy). Five Masa’s (one of whom was a weird guy who acted really like Masa, strangely reflecting the boy they had met). Ren was satisfied. It was a pointless event spent pointlessly on a public holiday.

Oh yay.

“Did you have fun, You?”

“Sure,” You smiled his characteristic smile. Ren nodded, starting the engine. As he drove, he thought a little about what that boy had said. Yes, there was a little logic to his words, but You had simply done that because he was a good friend who never turned anyone’s whims down. He did so much for Gackt, stayed by his side no matter what the vocalist did sometimes that could be so wrong, and he had continued to be Ren’s friend despite him leaving them for greener pastures. There was something about You that seemed so brotherly, so warm, that it kept…

He shook his head.

…that it kept him coming back for more.

“ARRGH!”

“Ren?” You was beginning to freak out.

“Sorry, I was just thinking nyan.”

“You don’t always scream in the middle of your thoughts, do you?”

“Not when they’re not being stupid,” Ren said, sighing. “I guess going to that cosplay wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

You patted him on his shoulder and they drove on. Ren swung into a parking space by a restaurant and dragged his friend out. They walked up to the door, and was greeted by a waitress. “Smoking, please.”

She escorted them in and Ren flopped onto the seat opposite You’s, and he proceeded to light a cigarette. He needed to calm his nerves somehow. Yes, Ren had been denying this fact for ng, ng, long time. He genuinely liked You, the kind, composed, gentle, and sweet old friend of his that nobody could touch, not him, because he was not a girl. He didn’t want You to freak out on him, and no longer be his friend. Unlike Gackt who swung both ways, singing Vanilla as he swayed, You was straight. He was the kind who tolerated them, but he had his on right of way too.

The waitress served them their drinks, and Ren drank his all down in a gulp.

One more.

One more.

One more…
You looked at Ren. He certainly was acting pretty erratic that day…

Sometimes he would give just about anything to know what was in their minds. Of course, Gackt’s probably would be work, work, work, sex, sex, work, sex and doing dorky stuff. And his insecurities, his angst and all that romantic stuff about candles, blah, blah, blah, work, work, and sex. But Ren… sometimes he just didn’t know. Maybe it was filled with four-petal clovers, rainbows, sunshine, noodles and *cough* adult movies. Maybe.

“Ren?”

Said bassist jumped. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Sure ny

He fell silent for a while, smoking quietly, his cheeks tinted a bright rose. Then, his curiosity got the better of him. “You?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever… thought about men before?”

You choked on his drink.

“No… I don’t think I have.”

“Not even of Gaku-chan?”

You stared at him, glass in his hand, and chin dripping. That would have normally made Ren laugh out loud, but for some reason, he seemed pretty preoccupied at that that point. “No… Ren?”

Ren flopped down and sighed, extinguishing the last of his cigarette. He just didn’t look so bouncy anymore. And that was the greatest fear of You’s sometimes. He had trouble dealing with Ren’s openness of expression. When he felt something, it was all over his face. Usually it was a hyperactive, cheerful grin. Now that, everyone could deal with. But take that smile away, and he would not be so Ren anymore. It made You feel guilty. It made him feel guilty when he thought – no, knew – that he was the cause of that disappearance. He usually would give Ren the friendly old-time friend arm-round-the-shoulder routine to make everything better.

“…I really like you, You.”

Only this time, You didn’t know what form of comfort to give. He was shocked.

“I’m sorry nyaRen Ren turned his face away.

“It’s alright…” You felt awkward. He knew that Ren was drunk enough to say all this, but not stoned. It seemed that the bassist knew what he was saying, just...

Just…

This was getting retarded. They were going nowhere with it. Ren was about to down his seventh shot when You stopped him. “Let’s go back, Ren.”
“Right.” Ren stood up. The alcohol mademade him feel a little braver, in fact brave enough to say those words, but the slight bassist somehow still felt afraid. That was already one mistake he had made. He had almost scared You off, except that fortunately You thought it was his drunken state of mind. He was technically half-right. Unlike Masa and You, Ren held his alcohol pretty well. He was still sober, but at that exchange, there was no way You was going to believe that he was sober enough to drive them both back. For all he knew, they might end up dead, sort of like star-crossed lovers in those soppy romance ‘dramas’.

Ren giggled.

“I’ll drive us back, Ren,” You’s touch was gentle, friendly, everything he’d wanted. Why…?

“S’kay nyaaaa…”

“Okay, can you get in?” You eased the bassist into the passenger seat, taking care to strap him before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. He slowly made his way out of the parking lot, and was just about to leave when he paused for a moment. Gackt and the strange young man from the lift were getting out of a car. He had just missed them.

But there was no time to waste back there. You got them into the traffic, and began their journey home… well, back to his and Gackt’s place. He had to make sure Ren was fine and taken care of and sober before allowing him to get home on his own. If that failed, Ren could easily spend the night with them… him. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be seeing the vocalist that night.

Throughout the ride, Ren’s mind was in turmoil. The alcohol had no good effect, somehow only heating him up, making him feel… brave, yet frightened. Insecure. He could only close his eyes and act drunk so as not to freak You out and get their car crashed. His emotions were a jumble of faded images. He couldn’t get a grip on himself. He just felt so…

The car came to a halt, and Ren felt a warm hand over his forehead. “We’re here… at Gaku-chan’s.”

Getting no response from the bassist, You sighed, got out and opened the door to the passenger seat. He un-strapped Ren and carefully lifted the smallish young man up. He fumbled for the keys with one free hand, and got them both in. And then Ren knew that, it was now or never.

The moment they both stepped in, he leaned forward and claimed the violinist’s lips with his own.

You pulled away slowly, not wanting to distress the man whom he thought was by now, really, really drunk. He was taken aback at how awake Ren looked, under the dim lights of the room. He looked a little flushed, a little disoriented, but sober, his eyes clear… clear with an indescribable light.

“Ren…”

“Please?” he was small, pressed up against the taller man, a perfect fit. It sounded so timid, You wasn’t sure if he was talking to the same person. But then again… “I don’t want to lie anymore…”

“Lie…?” You knew it sounded lame.

“I lied to myself. To Gaku-chan. To you,” he said, his face hidden. “I ran away… so much like Masa did. I ran away because I’d been confused. And then because I was afraid.

“I didn’t want to lose your friendship.”

He sighed. “But I… I can’t go on like this. I can’t live without… without ever knowing. Without ever trying. I can’t.”

If it were possible, the arms round You squeezed a little tighter. For a moment, time stood still. You found it hard to breathe. This was Ren. Why was Ren… acting like this? He wasn’t drunk; he knew what he was doing. Why…?

At receiving no response, Ren decided that You wasn’t going to accept it. He suddenly felt terrible for taking advantage of his friend’s kindness that way. He released his death grip and walked to the door, ready to get out and lose himself to whatever brainwashing entertainment he could find that night. He had apologized enough, he was sure.

“Wait!”

He continued to walk.

“Wait, Ren.” A strong, yet gentle hand fell upon his shoulder, stemming his procession to the door. “Can’t we… can’t we talk this out?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“No, no, there is,” You wrapped his hand supportively around the bassist’s, having no idea that his attempt in offering comfort was actually hurting Ren more.

“Why do you have to be so kind, You?” he choked out. The violinist sported a look of confusion. “Why do you have to do those many things which I love so much?”

“Ren, I—“

“I love you.”

You was dumbstruck. Did he just hear…?

“But at the same time, I hate you.” He leaned against the doorframe, pulling his hand away from You’s touch. “Because you make me feel afraid. I’d always wanted you as a friend, a companion, but as I… grew out of so many things, I…

Began to feel so different.

And that scared me.”

Ren had his own insecurities. You mentally berated himself for not knowing that earlier, in depth, so that he could somehow help Ren, but how? Would he, You, push the bassist away? Treat him cruelly to cure him of thinking he was the kindest man in the world? Make Ren cry and take away that wide grin and that ‘nyan’ he always uttered when things were at their worst, to keep them all sane?

You couldn’t answer that, because he already knew their answers.

In his heart of hearts, he knew that he was ready to… ready to try. Ready to let himself trickle into Ren’s bright, bright world. Ready to love the things which had brought him joy even before they were a band. So, what was stopping him?

Nothing.

Nothing.

“Nothing.”

Ren looked up, confused. “You… it’s okay. I’ll be fine now. Just forget it, okay? I’ve said all I needed to.”

It was true. He was feeling better already. Now that he had gotten it all out instead of allowing it to fester. He was going to give You a choice to reject him without feeling guilty, because You had given them, all of them, so much.

Without warning, the violinist reached forward to catch hold of the bassist’s wrist and pull him in for a warm embrace. He leaned forward to capture Ren in a kiss, pure, true, so You that it brought Ren relief. This was real. Like all humans, his emotions changed as did the circumstances. You was ready to try. Nothing was stopping him. Except...

“I don’t want you to force yourself…”

“I’m not,” You replied. “Trust me, I’m not. Maybe I was confused at first, unsure of what I wanted… but I’m willing to try, Ren. I’m willing to learn. I’m willing to discover.”

“Discover?”

You sighed, smiling. “I’ve never loved a man before. I’ve never thought about it before, but with you, there is nothing to lose. Is there?”

Ren swallowed hard.

Yes, there was nothing to lose. He knew that he would never be able to bring himself to hurt the compassionate You, the You that he had liked when they were younger, and slowly fallen in love, bit by bit, with, over time. Because it was no longer infatuation. It was no longer a need or drives to sate a lust and a burning fire. It was his seeking companionship, friendship, with just a little bit more trust… just a little bit more intimate.

But if You was willing to try… despite his taking advantage earlier… despite him being Ren, a man… despite everything…

Ren smiled.

He was the luckiest man alive.

“No, you don’t nyan.”

You offered his palm, and Ren took it. It was that very same hand that had helped him and Gaku-chan up the mountains, when sometimes they stumbled, that helped them reach their summit to spend a great time together up there. The same hand that held the fiddle and moved it so well, that made them GacktJob. The same hand Ren had missed seeing when he’d started to slowly drift away. He was holding it now.

The violinist led his friend to his bedroom, and they sat opposite one another. Both were sure the other could hear the pounding of their hearts. It was obnoxiously loud. Ren bounced slightly on the bed.

“Now what?”

“Comedic sex?”

You laughed. Ren was funny no matter what situation they were in. You could be extremely sad but going out with Ren would entertain you for hours to end. He was eccentric is ois own playful, bright way. Different. Still, it didn’t quell the nervousness they both felt. This was something new to them, to You, at least. He wasn’t too sure with Ren, but to them, it was something different from others. It involved trust.

You smiled. It somehow eased the tension and the two men felt more relaxed. “I need you to teach me.”

Ren nodded. He knew that You had never gone down with a man before. It wouldn’t be hard for You to be a ‘giver’ than a ‘receiver’, but it will no doubt cause him pain due to You’s lack of experience. But You had been so giving. So why shouldn’t he, Ren, be just as giving? “We’ll take it slowly, okay? There’s no need to rush, nyan… except when Gaku-chan comes home and freaks.”

“Ren, I don’t think he’s coming back tonight.”

“Oh, that guy in the lift, huh?”

“You saw them?”

“Yeah.”

“Little devil,” You chided, pushing Ren’s hair back. “So…”

“Come here nyan,” Ren pulled the violinist closer. He kissed his cheeks and forehead before proceeding to his lips, to the neck, purring like a giant cat. Nipping gently at the taller man’s skin, he encouraged You to do the same, to return touch for touch, kiss for kiss. It was slow and unhurried, filled with tenderness no one-night-stand could ever offer, because it definitely was not.

Before long, You got a little bolder, but his caresses were still filled with gentleness; curious, explorative. His warm fingers, slightly calloused from drawing the fiddle against his instrument, sent sparks of electricity through the bassist as they slipped underside his shirt, contacting with his skin, warming him up. He arched forward, craving for more and You complied, glad that he was managing quite well. He had been rather worried that he would touch the other wrongly, because Ren was no woman. His skin felt pliant under his fingers, something You had never thought to imagine before, but now did.

A little bolder, and he finally found the courage to pull the bassist’s shirt off. It flopped onto the floor, forgotten as the two stared at each other. “You’re blushing nyan.”

At that, You turned a notch redder in his face. “Ren…”

“Heh, heh,” Ren shook his head. “Sorry, you’re just so adorable sometimes. You know, those stereotypical shy guy types.”

“Are you accusing me of being shy now?” You smiled, tenderly stroking the bassist’s hair.

“You are shy, nyan.”

“Hmm, I guess,” You gave in. “And now…?”

Ren helped the violinist remove his shirt, very much akin to the way You did to him, except Ren wasn’t as gentle, rather, a little hasty. He gave You an impish grin. “Wow.”

“Wow,” You echoed.

“Hehehehe! You’re so stoic, You-chan,” Ren snuggled close to him. Showering lingering kisses, he took hold of You’s hands and placed them on his hips, brushing them up and down slowly. “Just feel, You. Or use your eyes. Guys get turned on by seeing, anyway.”

“So that’s why you watch all those movies.”

“HEY!” Ren smacked him on the head. “Where’s my loving You-chan? Who are you and what have you done to him nyan?”

“I’m the evil You and I’ve possessed him,” You folded his arms. They shot each other looks and burst into laughter.

“Come on, this is getting retarded.” Ren drew him close, over his slight frame. He reached out to run his palms down You’s face, tracing his cheekbones, his eyes, nose, and letting his fingers hover over the violinist’s mouth. You, having taken Ren’s advice to mind, slid his hands down to feel the bassist’s hips, liking what was there to be offered. The latter trailed kisses down his now naked torso, and Ren nuzzled his chin, propped up against the violinist’s neck. He allowed his hands to guide You’s, bringing them close to his thighs, and coming to a slow halt there. While You was being distracted, Ren brought his chin off his neck and slid down to nibble at his collarbone. One of You’s nipples disappeared under his mouth and the violinist jerked. “Relax nyan.”

You calmed down a little and began caressing the bassist, rubbing his back. That seemed to spur Ren on, rubbing against the other in turn. Satisfied at the turn of events, Ren leisurely brought him and You down to the mattress, allowing the violinist to hover over him, looking unsure as to what to do next. But before You could ask, Ren took hold of his hand and guided him, unzipping his own pants. You flushed, but this time he was undeterred. Ren helped him pull them off; exposing his flesh under the dim lights they had had on.

Once again Ren guided him, helping him learn and explore. He moved those gentle hands which had once helped him and Gaku-chan, round and under his bare legs and thighs and to his buttocks, whispering and nyan-ing with encouragement. He helped You understand what pleasured him so, wrapping the other’s fingers around his member, smiling, kissing, nipping, and teaching. For You, he would give up his hyper spirit and be patient. For the smile that had touched him since the very beginning.

The moment You got the hang of things, Ren left it to the other. You knew that he trusted him enough, which spurred him on, shaky as he was. He massaged and as he did, he allowed his other free hand to explore the other’s funfair-like body, a body that was presenting him joy. Ren nyan-ed and clung on to his arm, arching, writhing, so much that You couldn’t help but feel a warmth creep up to his cheeks on seeing the beads of sweat light up under the yellow lights, the hair that clung on to Ren’s forehead and the look of pure bliss on the other’s face. Vaguely he imagined what he wohavehave looked like to Ren, but that thought soon passed as Ren came all over his sheets. The bassist brought himself up to squeeze his old friend.

“Was it okay, nyan?”

“Yes,” You kissed his forehead, believing it was all over. But Ren stopped him.

“Do you want to proceed?” he asked, rather timidly, shyly, well, rather uncharacteristically of Ren anyway. “If you don’t then this will be it… we can lie down and cuddle… or whatever it is that you want to do.”

“You mean there’s more?” You asked. He brought his hands up to cup the other’s face. “I won’t mind proceeding.

It’s been a funfair.”

Ren laughed, once again drawing the other close. “Listen, You-chan… this will be something different. You and I will be… joined. Do you understand, nyan?”

You nodded slowly, swallowing hard. He felt tempted to reject the offer, but he couldn’t… he felt… he didn’t know what he felt at the moment. So mixed with want and confusion. On seeing that slight nod, Ren’s face lit up with one of his grins and he leaned over to fumble around for

“You don’t have lube?”

“Uhh…”

Ren pulled out a couple of condoms. “If this is all you have, it’s going to really hurt.” He looked up. “What about Gaku-chan? Can’t we borrow some of his?”

You looked scandalized. In fact, it was so funny that Ren burst into a round of giggles.

“Look, I’ll just go get some. You can sit here and go over your lessons, You-chan.” He grinned and skipped out. As Gackt wasn’t home, as they presumed, Ren didn’t even bother to get dressed. He walked into Gackt’s room, and was about to dig his drawers for some kind of lubrication when the door swung open.

“AAAAAAHHH ROBBER!!!”

“What—“

Gackt picked up a pillow and struck Ren with it.

“Hey! No, it’s me, Gaku-chan!”

“…Ren?” Gackt blinked owlishly, the pillow held in mid-strike. “What are you doing in my room naked?”

“I was looking for lube,” Ren gave him a sheepish grin as he saw a half-dressed You come in beside Gackt, feeling afraid that somehow the ‘robber’ had killed Ren. Or touched him in any way. Gackt turned back to look at You, and then at Ren, and then at You, and back at Ren again.

“OOOOOOHHHH!” Gackt was finally struck with realization. But that was all he uttered. Before the two could react, he ran off and locked himself in the bathroom, slamming the door shut. And exploded. “HAA hahahahahahahha! Aha, ahahahahahaha!”

“Uh, Gaku-chan…?”

“Hahahahahahahha!”

“Are you okay?”

“Hahahahahahahha!”

Oh yeah. Gackt had reached his breaking point of overwork and stress. Now all he was doing was having a good laugh. The two men outside the door shrugged, returning to their room. They sat down on the bed, before a blond head popped in, and Gackt flung something at them. It landed with a ‘plop’ on their mattress.

It was lube.

Expensive too. Ren opened it and both men backed away. “Gaku-chan! Give us something that doesn’t smell like your perfume!!”

“What? Why?” The blond head frowned from the doorway.

“I’m allergic to that smell!” Ren gagged to amplify the fact. “It’s just like having sex with you, nyan!”

“But isn’t that healthy?” An eyebrow waggle. Ren threw a pillow that hit him in his face. Gackt disappeared with a yelp. He came back moments later, rubbing his face, and tossing a light colored bottle at them. “Use it sparingly. It cost me an arm and a leg!” Gackt went back to lock himself in the bathroom. He turned the shower on and began to yell his lines to the water. Both You and Ren rolled their eyes.

“tsuki no mahou wa... shalle a le rilla!!”

“Gaku-chan!! Keep it down! We’re trying to have sex here!” Ren hollered, much to You’s mortification.

“amai koe de HAHAyaku KAhahahahaha!!!”

“It’s good to hear him laugh, nyan,” Ren explained. “I know he hasn’t been doing that much lately.”

“He hasn’t,” You replied. He drew the bassist close. “And now… what?”

“Nyan?” Ren batted is eyelashes. He lay back, pulling You over him. “You need to get your pants off.”

And You complied. He was first a little shy of it, but it soon became natural. He just took it off, and Ren purred. “Ooh, big fish! Hungry kitty wants some, nyan!”

Ren opened the bottle of vial, a sweet scent of vanilla filling the room space. Mentally Ren cursed, Gackt had done that to spite them for complaining about his perfume, or probably so he could laugh at them later. But You said nothing about it, looking a little dreamy, and his kind smile ever present. And that made Ren forget his slight annoyance too. He drew his lover-cum-friend closer, gently taking hold of his hands, dipping his fingers into the smooth, fragrant liquid. “This will lessen the… discomfort,” he explained. You nodded, and without Ren’s prompting, he put on one of his condoms.

“Ready nyan?”

“Yes.”

Ever so gently, Ren guided the violinist’s inexperienced fingers, pushing them in. Initially You felt his worries crowd over, but as Ren arched and purred and told him it was alright, he began to relax. He pumped gently and with more coaxing, added another digit in. Ren’s hands left his to clutch at the pillows and sheets, sprawled out helplessly, pressed down against the sheets. Now You knew he was doing okay. “Now… You-chaa…n… Just… replace… with big fish… nyaa…”

You’s face burned up. But he complied. He wanted to learn…

And You slid in slowly. Ren gasped and arched and gripped hard at the violinist’s shoulders, his blunt nails doing no harm. You drew in and out in a slow, rhythmic fashion, not unlike to a woman, still it felt very different. It was… so… different. You clenched his fist, but took care that it wasn’t too hard, his warm palms holding on to the bassist’s hips. Ren curled his legs d thd the violinist’s waist, wrapping both arms round the other’s neck. In the heat of pain and passion, he felt tears prick his eyes, but he was determined not to cry, lest You should feel sorry and concerned and stop.

“Hayaku… nyaa…”

You complied, driving slightly faster, still as gentle as ever; careful. Shaky. Inexperienced. But willing. His strange tenderness was unlike any other Ren had felt before. It felt so You. The You whom he loved so much…

You reached his orgasmic point and for the first time that night, gripped hard at Ren’s hair. It was then when the tears that had pricked his eyes cascaded down his cheeks rather like a warm glacier. You collapsed on the bassist, panting hard. He sat up and was shocked to find his old friend sobbing. Concern and fear flooded his mind. Did he do something wrong?

“I’m sorry… Did I hurt you?”

“No… No… I’m okay,” Ren laughed shakily. “Just… just so very happy.”

Both men smiled. It had been a very eventful day after all. A walk at the festival, a dinner, some confessions, all on a public holiday. There was no longer any need for any of them to seek for what fun they wanted outside, because both had found their funfair.

Gackt picked up a phone, dialing a long-forgotten number.

“Masa? Hi! Yeah… listen…”

A funfair doesn’t have to be a place on earth. It can be a place in heaven, in hell, or just be that very person you have known a long, long time ago. This is because a funfair is a place that brings you joy and laughter… all you’d need is a little faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust.

~ THE END ~

Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH! I finally got it out of my system. ^___^ I’m feeling better now. 7000++++ words! @___@ Windy nearly DIED! I hope this was okay. It’s rather long, and an odd pairing too. It’s not really that much… just… I just hope you like it.
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You Are My FUNFAIR