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An Anchor in the world	By : dragynphyre Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Gackt Views: 1526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gackt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Listening :: dragynphyre
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Title: An Anchor in the World. (1/?)

Author(s): Various: Dragyn Phyre, fy_sanctuary (livejournal), and Sadaoru (livejournal)

Rating: PG-13 for language? Not sure.

Warnings: Possibly OOC, Slash (eventually)

Pairings:GakuHai (Gackt & Hyde)

Status:WIP & Un-beta'ed

Summary: "Everyone needs an anchor, someone they can hold onto when the world is throwing everything it's got at them. When you're famous, it's even MORE important, cause then it's not just the world itself throwing things at you, it's the PEOPLE of the world as well."
Extra notes: We're writing this fic Round Robin style, so each chapter is by a different author. We each have our own styles of writing,but please don't let that throw you off.
We used a Japanese/English dictionary, and random numbers to chose a word/idea for each chapter. We will put the word we were given at the beginning of every new post so that you can see how we decided to interpet (sp?) it.
And now onto the fic!
Chapter One :: Listening - Dragyn Phyre

Chapter Two :: N/A - fy_sanctuary

Chapter Three :: N/A - sadaoru
kikikomi - "to ask (check, listen) around."
Chapter One
Listening

People talk.
Well, obviously.
Maybe I should be more specific. People talk more when they think that the person they're discussing isn't listening.
Didn't they realize that the moment you say a person's name, you get their undivided attention? Just because one is used to being talked about, doesn't mean they just tune you out.
How do you think we know which band member to kiss for the cameras? Which pair of leather pants makes our crotch look bigger? Just because a few slightly not there fans worship the ground we walk on, does NOT make us omnipotent. We cannot read your mind (assuming, of course, that you even actually HAVE a mind in the first place).
That being said; why, thank you! I do have a rather nice ass, but I assure you, Sakura most certainly did NOT tap it, thankyouverymuch. And would someone mind explaining to me just who the hell paired me with that freaky little Miyavi punk?!
Amazing. Simply amazing. Who will they come up with next? Please not some Johnny. Please?
Anyway, back to the point.
Wait..did I even leave it?
I don't remember. The mental image of me paired with some Takizawa lookalike has effectively blocked out the past few moments from my memory. Oh well.
The point is, there's some interesting stuff being said about a certain devilishly handsome fellow, besides myself of course, and for once, it's not about all the other people he's supposedly fucked; again, besides myself.
Which reminds me...while, I understand that whenever you do a movie with someone, fans will automatically put you in bed with your co-star, and that just because we're both men does NOT exempt us from this little..."tradition", I'm really beginning to wish Gackt had not mentioned wanting to kiss me while I slept.
This is Japan, you ass...The women here eat fan service up like men eat...well, never mind. You get the idea.
So why did he HAVE to say that? Ever since then, any room I walk into erupts into whispers. Whispers loud enough for a deaf man to hear, but whispers none the less. And ALL of them either involve me with Mr. Big Mouth up my ass, or me up his. Which, I could handle. I suppose. At least then, I'M not the "woman" in the relationship.
I got off track again, didn't I?
Right. So, um...anyway! The whispers:
"He's been lip syncing a lot lately."
"Have you seen the latest photo shoot? He's wearing a TON of makeup!"
"It looks like he lost a lot of weight..I wonder if he's ok?"
Quite worrisome. Especially considering who it is. He has flat out refused to leave the hotel room if so much as a single strand of hair was out of place. Knowing him, he would probably slit his own throat before he would lip sync.
But, then again, we don't talk much anymore. Haven't really since the Moonchild promotion ended. He went his way, I went mine. No big deal. Not at the time anyway. Now I wish we had kept in touch.
Maybe if I make it through this thrice cursed business party (without shoving my tiny pink drink umbrella into someone's eye and pouring what's left of my drink down the front of their pants), I'll go check on him.
I give it about another eight minutes. Give or take a few if they don't stop putting me in bed with everyone under the sun.

~~(++)~~

Push the button. Listen for the sound of the doorbell. Nothing.
'Of course not. Leave it to him to have a doorbell that doesn't work! Probably on purpose, too.'

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Another five minutes waiting.
Hyde cursed and shoved an impatient hand through his hair, knocking his sunglasses to the concrete, and pulling a few raven strands out in his annoyance. He swooped down to grab them just as the door opened.
He looked up from his crouched position to see...clothes. Hyde blinked once in surprise at the crotch of the tailored pants, then allowed his gaze to continue upwards.
Gackt's eyes were covered with his own trademark sunglasses, but Hyde was sure that he was on the receiving end of a patented 'wtf?!' expression.
Without thinking, the question escaped, "Why aren't you naked?"
That got a laugh out of him, and Hyde took the opportunity to finish standing up, and get a proper look at the other man. The whispers he had heard were, for once, true.
The taller man stepped backwards, further into the house, and ushered him through the entrance.
"My most sincere apologies, Haido-kun," The deep voice was an amused purr. "If you had told me you were stopping by, I would've known to be ready..."
Hyde gave a very inelegant snort. "Oh, I see...you only answer the door naked when it's me, huh? I'm sure the millions of fans would be disappointed to hear that."
Gackt froze a moment; back turned to the smaller brunette, before moving off towards the sparsely furnished living room. "You mean the ones that aren't convinced we're fucking each others brains out?"
The tone was light, but there was an edge to it that made Hyde stop a moment and study the man as he went about lighting the many candles he used instead of the more conventional lamps.
"Gacchan...what's happening to you?"
Minutes passed with no response. He was giving it up as lost when a cool voice finally answered.
"You mean, 'what happened?' "
Hyde leaned against the doorway and watched as his friend finished with the candles, reached up to tug his shades off, and toss them onto the nearest flat surface -- a small black and silver lacquered coffee table, half covered in melted wax, and littered with crumpled papers. One thing he had learned from their time together filming was that Gackt was rarely truly cold. It just wasn't his nature. Plain and simple, though the man himself was no where near being 'plain' nor 'simple'.
Gackt was fire. He blazed with life. That was actually a big part of the reason that so many Japanese consider him 'eccentric'. No one else had that flair, that passion in everything they do. With Gackt, it was all or nothing. No two ways about it. That's why he insisted on writing all of his own songs; having his say in everything he produced; what images were released; what shows he would make an appearance on...
When the man finally turned back to face him, Hyde shuddered at what he saw in the unguarded brown eyes staring back at him.
Gackt had become like one of the candles littering the room; not the ones dancing on their wicks, but rather, the ones that had turned in on itself, liquid pooling up around the spark until it finally flickered and died out, smothered by the very thing that gave it the life it had.
He was seeing the beginning of the end for the man standing before him, and he had no idea what to do.

~~(++)~~
A/N: R&R please^_^ CC welcome:)
Coming soon:

Chapter Two: waridasu - calculate, deduce (from).

Example: "The doctor could tell, from the nervous tic, that his patient wasn't being truthful."

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