My Immortal

I own not Gackt or Hyde...But I have kidnapped them and they are serving as slaves in fishnet and leather. They bring me my Mountain Dew. ^_^

I didn't point this out but Gackt and Hyde look the way they appeared in Moon Child. But it kind of goes without saying, right?

Before I get destroyed: I don't have anything against school bands. Seriously, I don't, It's just the school band at my school. They're just a bunch of annoying whiney bitches for the most part and they turn band into something bigger than it really is and it's just ridiculous. They give me a headache and the only thing they talk about is band! Is there no life past band? Is it some vast black hole for them!? Okay, I'm done. See, I have nothing against it.

Please go back to chapter 1 and read the quote at the top that has been added. If you don't, it's no big deal. It sort of just serves as a literary connection with what I'm writing. I also erased the thing that said I wouldn't be putting up that stuff again because the big chiefs put up that if you don't have disclaimers they would take off the stories. I really don't want that happening....Man that must take them forever, huh?

Thank you to Matt and Ian for reviewing...You guys were the only ones to do so. *sigh*

Chapter 2

The alarm clock shrieked at an ungodly hour. Hyde turned off the annoyingly buzzing device and sat up in bed. He wondered why he still put himself through the torture of waking up every morning and trudging to college. He was no longer seeing the point in it. He wasn't able to keep his grades up, he had to wake up at an unheard of time, no one seemed to like him...The list went on. Just thinking about it made him feel depressed. Maybe that was why he couldn't keep focused on his grades? He was just depressed.

If things didn't get better today, and it was highly likely they wouldn't, he was going to quit. At least he wouldn't have anything to pay for thanks to a band scholarship. And God did he hate everyone that was in the high school band. It was too much drama. And he really didn't want to brag, but he was the best that year. He just never talked about band or talked to the band geeks or associated with them. He didn't really associate with anyone. He really hoped college would be different, but of course that didn't happen.

He opened the curtains over the window beside his bed to look outside, dissapointed that it was raining. He was not going to walk all the way to his class in the rain and end up getting sick.

Screw it! He thought before laying back down in bed. Why waste all that time walking to campus in the rain to simply decide whether he was going to come back or not? Definatley not worth the time. Besides, why delay the innevitable?

It was noon when Hyde woke up again, the rain had died down to a mere sprinkle and his stomach was growling for food.

After taking a warm shower and changing into a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt, he grabbed his jacket and wallet and headed out for some food. He walked the two blocks to the nearby restaurant that served the best noodles-in Hyde's opinion. He quickly ordered some food and sat down at one of the small tables. He looked outside the window he'd sat beside, groaning when he saw the rain had picked up again. He decided to ignore it until he was done eating and would have to walk back home in it. Just what he needed, risking getting a cold in the goddamn rain. And he thought he'd avoided that by not going outside that morning. He just shook his head and ate his noodles.

After paying his bill and leaving a tip for the waitress who constantly walked over refilling his mug with coffee, he walked outside putting up the hood of his jacket, shivering at how cold it had suddenly become because of the freezing rain. He really wished he didn't have to walk home in this weather. He shoved his hands in his pockets and proceeded down the street to his home.

As he walked, he felt something hard hit his shoulder. He turned around seeing no one. He looked around the area seeing nothing. He heard something moving in the alley beside him. He hesitantly walked down it. For all he knew, it could be someone in trouble.

Before he knew what was happening, Hyde was on his knees on the concrete holding his stomach in pain.

"Well Goddamn! Yer down faster than I though' you'd be!" a guy with purple hair laughed at him, "'K bitch! Give us yer money and we be nice! No money, no nice! Understan'?"

Hyde wasn't even entirely sure what the man was saying. He was too sacred to really pay attention to what the guy was saying. His eyes were more focused on the gun the man had.

Next, he was hit hard across the face and knocked onto his side, the puddles around him soaking his clothes.

"Stop bein' retarded and talk to me!" the man demanded.

"Please, please just leave me alone. I don't have any money I swear!" Hyde could only beg to make the man stop.

"Well feckin' Christ! Kiddos beggin' me you guys!" He smirked to his partners that Hyde only at that moment got a glimps of, "Whaddja say we," he took out his gun and pressed it against Hyde's forehead, "blow the pretty fucker's head off and take his money?!" The man and his partners laughed.

Suddenly, the man holding the gun stopped as a shot rang out above their laughter. His partners continued to laugh, assuming that it was their boss who had fired the gun.

Hyde looked on with horror as the man's body fell to the ground in a splatter of blood. His partners' eyes grew wide as they took that as their cue to run.

Hyde felt sick to his stomach as he thought that he could be the next target of the unseen person with a gun.

"I'm not going to shoot you," someone said behind him, "I saved you didn't I?"

Hyde looked behind him to see the handsome face of the man that had saved him.

"You're not hurt are you?" the man looked down at him.

Hyde only shook his head.

"You can say thank you, you know," the man was now checking the body for money and weapons. He took the gun from the man's dead fingers, checking how much ammo the man carried and, looking satisfied, took it for himself as well as the corpse's wallet.

"Th-thank you," Hyde mumbled.

"Didn't piss yourself did ya kid?"

"No..."

"You should go home. You're all wet and you almost got killed. Not a good combination. Go on now."

Hyde couldn't even move.

The other man sighed and shook his head, "Here, I'll help you up," he held out his hand and the smaller man hesitantly took it and he helped him to his feet. "Now, go on home. Go curl up in bed and forget about this okay?" The man offered him a kind smile.

Hyde only shook his head and fled the scene. His head was spinning and he felt sick to his stomach. He really needed to go back to bed and forget this...But he wasn't sure he could.

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Well...I'll continue if I get a few reviews I guess. Even if I don't I'll continue because I now have promised myself to finish everything I start. Maybe...Well, in story cases anyway. Unless they really turn out to suck. But I have a really GOOD plot for this! Well, I think it's good anyway. I'm sure no one will agree with me, but who cares right? Plus...I'm really only continuing this for my friends Matt and Ian. Since they were the only people to review. Kami bless you both! *blows kisses*

Don't Hyde's College days sound just like a high school drama? lol Yeah, they do.