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Classic ~melody~
0 ReviewsShort, simple one-shot of the unspoken love between Gackt and You. Seen from Chacha's POV.
"I wonder what's wrong with Gacchan...?" You's normally calm face was distorted with concern, as he studied the troubled man sitting alone by his great piano; this man had a sad smile placed upon his flawless face. He seemed so old, sitting there, as if he had the world upon his shoulders.
Only one thing ever made this 'man of the world' old; love. Love was the one thing he couldn't master like an instrument or a language. The one thing he couldn't control. It was the easiest thing in the world to realise and the hardest to ignore.
"You know, Chacha-kun?" You didn't turn his gaze, but addressed him with desperateness in his voice, which mostly reminded of a kicked puppy.
Chacha shook his head softly; making the long, blonde curls sway angelic. Of course, he knew very well what the cause of their leader's sadness was - and so did You if he was just true to himself- , but it wasn't his time or place to interfere. He was Switzerland; neutral. They had to work it out together, Gackt and You. No one else could do it for them and he had no intentions of trying.
"Why don't you go talk with him?" he suggested, squeezing You's shoulder friendly, before turning to walk away. And they had to work it out soon or else things would continue to be this messed up, he stated, as he placed himself at the table in the back of the room.
"Something wrong?" Ren asked.
"Oh, it's nothing." Chacha smiled softly, only now noticing the two slender men also sitting at the table. Finding satisfaction in that answer, Ren continued the task he had momentarily stopped; flirting with Masa as if it was for his life - literally ...
"You really should think about dying your hair, Masa-kun..." he purred, letting his hand slide through the dark-haired's hair, sensually twisting locks of hair around a finger only to let it slide out again seconds later. Again and again he continued this action.
"No!" Masa growled, slapping Ren's hand away half-hearted, "Just because you have to cover the grey hairs, doesn't mean we others have to too, when we have none."
Chacha held back a laugh, both out of amusement and pity for the small man, as he knew Ren wouldn't let a comment like that be. And sure enough, it only took seconds before pleads of mercy was spilling from Masa's lips like water of a fountain.
Turning his gaze unto You again, the 'foreplay-like show' all to common and so seen before - everyday-, he found that the tall beauty had walked over to the piano and sat on the bench beside his best friend. The look between the two, as they just stared at each other without uttering a word, send a shiver up his spine and Chacha quickly looked away, finding that it felt like he was prying on something so pure and secretive it wasn't meant for others' eyes.
"Auui, Ren - LET GO!" Masa whimpered loudly, desperately trying to get a hysterically laughing Ren to let of one of his nipples. Chacha sighed and got up; waving distracted at the two childlike men now fighting to get the upper hand, and turned to leave.
Some days were just worse than others when it came to those two's perversity, Chacha knew from experience. And as he heard Ren purr, "Well, if it hurt that bad, Masa-kun, then shouldn't you go to the doctor? ... Doctor Ren/." and a suggestive bump, which probably was Ren body-slamming Masa to the floor, Chacha stated that this was /definitely one of those days.
Stopping dead in his track just before he opened the exit door of the studio, he couldn't help but letting his eyes wander back into the room and upon his two friends again. Chacha was surprised to find that Gackt must had broken the stare between them, as he was now looking at his fingers, while You just sat there, smiling at him. Watching him with eyes saying more than any words ever could.
Then You suddenly, but with a slow and loving motion, took Gackt's right hand and placed it on the milky-white tangents, his smile a little wider as the sad blue-eyed looked up at him. Gackt flashed a smile too, short and fragile but there, letting his index-finger press one tangent down, starting what Chacha made to be 'Hoshi no Suna'.
Smiling satisfied as he walked out the door, Chacha noticed that You's hand never moved from upon Gackt's. It just stayed there. So naturally...
"Couple of idiots!" he uttered to himself, as he found his cell phone and called up his lover, finding a sudden urge to let her know just how much he loved her.
Only one thing ever made this 'man of the world' old; love. Love was the one thing he couldn't master like an instrument or a language. The one thing he couldn't control. It was the easiest thing in the world to realise and the hardest to ignore.
"You know, Chacha-kun?" You didn't turn his gaze, but addressed him with desperateness in his voice, which mostly reminded of a kicked puppy.
Chacha shook his head softly; making the long, blonde curls sway angelic. Of course, he knew very well what the cause of their leader's sadness was - and so did You if he was just true to himself- , but it wasn't his time or place to interfere. He was Switzerland; neutral. They had to work it out together, Gackt and You. No one else could do it for them and he had no intentions of trying.
"Why don't you go talk with him?" he suggested, squeezing You's shoulder friendly, before turning to walk away. And they had to work it out soon or else things would continue to be this messed up, he stated, as he placed himself at the table in the back of the room.
"Something wrong?" Ren asked.
"Oh, it's nothing." Chacha smiled softly, only now noticing the two slender men also sitting at the table. Finding satisfaction in that answer, Ren continued the task he had momentarily stopped; flirting with Masa as if it was for his life - literally ...
"You really should think about dying your hair, Masa-kun..." he purred, letting his hand slide through the dark-haired's hair, sensually twisting locks of hair around a finger only to let it slide out again seconds later. Again and again he continued this action.
"No!" Masa growled, slapping Ren's hand away half-hearted, "Just because you have to cover the grey hairs, doesn't mean we others have to too, when we have none."
Chacha held back a laugh, both out of amusement and pity for the small man, as he knew Ren wouldn't let a comment like that be. And sure enough, it only took seconds before pleads of mercy was spilling from Masa's lips like water of a fountain.
Turning his gaze unto You again, the 'foreplay-like show' all to common and so seen before - everyday-, he found that the tall beauty had walked over to the piano and sat on the bench beside his best friend. The look between the two, as they just stared at each other without uttering a word, send a shiver up his spine and Chacha quickly looked away, finding that it felt like he was prying on something so pure and secretive it wasn't meant for others' eyes.
"Auui, Ren - LET GO!" Masa whimpered loudly, desperately trying to get a hysterically laughing Ren to let of one of his nipples. Chacha sighed and got up; waving distracted at the two childlike men now fighting to get the upper hand, and turned to leave.
Some days were just worse than others when it came to those two's perversity, Chacha knew from experience. And as he heard Ren purr, "Well, if it hurt that bad, Masa-kun, then shouldn't you go to the doctor? ... Doctor Ren/." and a suggestive bump, which probably was Ren body-slamming Masa to the floor, Chacha stated that this was /definitely one of those days.
Stopping dead in his track just before he opened the exit door of the studio, he couldn't help but letting his eyes wander back into the room and upon his two friends again. Chacha was surprised to find that Gackt must had broken the stare between them, as he was now looking at his fingers, while You just sat there, smiling at him. Watching him with eyes saying more than any words ever could.
Then You suddenly, but with a slow and loving motion, took Gackt's right hand and placed it on the milky-white tangents, his smile a little wider as the sad blue-eyed looked up at him. Gackt flashed a smile too, short and fragile but there, letting his index-finger press one tangent down, starting what Chacha made to be 'Hoshi no Suna'.
Smiling satisfied as he walked out the door, Chacha noticed that You's hand never moved from upon Gackt's. It just stayed there. So naturally...
"Couple of idiots!" he uttered to himself, as he found his cell phone and called up his lover, finding a sudden urge to let her know just how much he loved her.
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