Pick of the litter

Hyde stares with silent awe at Gackt slumped form on the floor. He seem to be crying but no sound is uttered from his lips.

“Are you…” Hyde began offering a hand to the other vocalist only to have it slapped away. “O..kay…” Hyde mutters to himself.

“I’m sorry,” Gackt sniffles. “It’s just that…” His voice trails off and he slowly climbs to his feet. As if in a trace he makes for the living room with a concerned Hyde in tow.

Gackt sinks silently into the cushions of white leather his mind shut off to the man hovering above him.

Wordlessly Hyde makes for the kitchen muttering something about getting water for the other party. He turns shortly handed the glass off to Gackt he takes it saying, “Thank you, Hideto.” He smiles, sets the glass down and turns forwards to face Hyde fully; he taken a seat beside him. “I’ve never really called you that before have I?” Gackt asks seriously.

Hyde shakes his head ‘no’ in agreement.

Gackt pauses his lips making an ‘um’ sound before continuing on, “I’ve always felt like that was something only your wife could call you. After all I and the rest of the world have Haido so if we would only be fair that she had Hideto right? But somewhere along the line I forgotten that and I got greedy. I wanted it all. I wanted Haido the performer and Hideto the “family man” in my bed without really giving you any part of myself. But You-kun, he’s the only one who has and knows Okabe Satoru.”

Gackt sighs deeply before leaning forwards and pressing his lips to Hyde’s.

The kiss was brief yet tender.

“I should stay with my wife shouldn’t I?” Hyde said after what seemed like forever.

Gackt just nods. It seems almost painful for him to do so. “So what now, Hideto?”

Hyde smiles, it’s a sad smile but a smile none the less. “Well, later on I’m having dinner with my wife but right now I think I’ll spend time with my good friend, Okabe.”

“Friend?” Gackt repeats saying the word carefully as if the concept is foreign to him.

“Yes, friend. Unless you never saw us as-”

“NO! We were always friends, Hideto.”

Hyde stares closely at Gackt before he brings his hand up towards his face, his fingers brushing gingerly over Gackt’s nose; the other man winces. “I did that didn’t I?” Hyde asks, his voice apologetic.

“No, I ran into a door.” Gackt replies with a sardonic smile.

“Well you do have your clumsy moments.” Hyde smiles back.

Gackt sighs, wistful sound he then gets up from the couch taking hold of Hyde’s arm and pulling him up with him as he did.

“We’re are we going?”

“To the basement to play billiards.”

“You know I suck at that.”

“Well we can’t do any of the things you’re good at anymore can we?”

Hyde bit back his tongue. He just knew that Gackt would find some way to make it difficult. Nothing was ever easy when dealing with Camui Gackt.

“Fine.”
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You sat perfectly still on Chacha’s couch clutching his cell in his hands trying to will it to rang.

I know he should be worried about me by now…

“Relax, Robot.” Chacha grinned from somewhere above him. “Gackt’ll call and demand you return home. Or he’ll wait it out until you crack and march right back home and beg his forgiveness.”

You’s brows crease.

“No, there is no going home this time. I will stay here until I can find my own apartment.” You replies firmly.

Chacha shrugs and smiles. He didn’t really care how long You stayed, he was just glad that he decided to come stay with him.

“We should get pick up some dinner for later.” Chacha suggested. “Besides, some fresh air should do you some good.”

You slips his cell in his back pocket as he gets to his feet. Food and a walk sounded right on time.
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“So where are you going this evening?” The hair dresser inquired as he fussed about Megumi’s head.

“Hideto didn’t really say.” She answers.

“Does he have a particular preference?”

“ ’Suce me?” Megumi snapped not really sure what the stylist was getting at.

“For you’re hair.” He explained with a slight smirk on his lips.

“Oh, he likes it up…”

Or was it down?

She couldn’t remembered it had been so long since she dressed for him. Yes, tonight she would dress for him. She would wear that little red number he liked her in along with the sexy shoes she had caught him trying on once.

She sighs.

It would take everything she had to save this marriage.


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Yeah, I know, short chapter, I took forever... yeah, I so sux.