Title: The Day I (Finally) Meet Magnum
Genre: Romance(?)/Hurt/Comfort(?)/CRACK
Rating: K+ to be safe
Characters: Female OC and a JRocker we all love
Notes: Written on a sudden rush of inspiration because I woke up today with a sudden addiction to the word 'Magnum'. This is told from an unmaned female OC's point of view just so everyone who's ever had a fantasy may freely think it's from their point of view. This is my first GACKT fanfic so please be kind with me.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, sorry
He pulled me out of the limousine as soon as it took it's stop in front of the hotel, slightly laughing as I trip on the hem of my wedding gown. He's got the same look of impatience and determination on his face just like the day when he caught up on me at the airport. You see, we never really started as smooth as everyone thought we did. There were lots of bumps in our not so perfect relationship and we're not ashamed to admit that.
Camui Gackt. Hottest superstar in all of Japan. Looked up by many for his amazing talent in singing and lusted on by the ladies because of his oozing sex appeal. I was once an admirer too who contented herself on watching from afar. I have always believed that someone like him deserved a person who shines as bright as the stars like him. And I was not one of those ladies. I was just a simple lady who works as a game programmer for Square Enix, a Japanese video game manufacturer that has been well known because of their Final Fantasy franchise. I was no one special and I resolved myself to believe in that.
Gackt and I met when he came by Square Enix for the dubbing of the dialouges for his character on Final Fantasy, Genesis Rhapsodos. It was my first time seeing the guy in person and God, he really deserves the title of Mr. Perfect. I cannot put into words whatever beauty I saw that day for I might speak in prose or poetry that doesn't suit somebody like me. The guy asked me out on a date eventually. Nervousness, mixed with lots of other different emotions swirled inside me, happiness one of the more dominant ones in them. And did I say I was nervous?
I never told anyone that I was going to date Japan's superstar that night. Who would ever believe that a weird foreigner like me would ever get a chance on having some 'alone' time with him. Nobody even in their worst nightmares would ever think that it could be possible and telling anybody, even my closest friends might earn me weird looks and not-so-nice remarks. And besides, I was having doubts that the guy would ever appear on our date. Luckily, the superstar was man enough to not go back on his words and the date proceeded without anything going wrong except for one thing. The only thing the guy could talk of was about him, him and him. He talked about his career, his newest project, whatever stuff he had gone though and a whole lot more concerning the demigod wannabe. By the end of the night I measured the size of his ego to be as large as the size of Asia and South Africa combined. He's such an egotistic person and I hated it. He really was someone fit for the world of showbuisness where everyone tries to match up with somebody else and his ego is something like an asset in that field.
I hated the guy's guts that's why I have been wondering for a long time whatever force in the universe had forced me to agree when he asked that we go out together. It was a pleasant thing going out with the guy. He can prove to be romantic at times but of course he always goes over the top of whatever is normal for other couples. Blame his ego for that. I also had the chance that his other fans would kill to have. I got to visit Gackt Castle. It was a very nice place that reminded me of medieval castles that I see on story books. As I have said before, the guy tends to go over the top in whatever he does.
One thing that was missing in our relationship however is the sexual part. I have always stressed that I will only do it after marriage and he said he understood and respected my decision. Coming from a guy like him who constantly brags about his many 'bedtime' adventures on television and smile whenever hosts point at his crotch and shout 'magnum', it was totally unexpected. I would have thought that he won't last the relationship without his much-needed daily dose of sexercise. It was months later that I found out why he lasted his supposed period of celibacy.
I went back to his house that day because I left my USB drive there and there were several files and important program codes that were saved there that I can't bear to be parted with. My life and not to mention my job and salary depended on it. The extra pair of shoes - ladies shoes at that - told me something was amiss, and Eneru's prescence at the living room told me everything I needed to know. The annoying furball never liked noise. That's why he tries to keep away from them. As I neared Gackt's bedroom, I did hear what the dog was so annoyed about. Besides the normal rush of waters from the fountain, I heard grunts, moans and pants coming from not only one person. Peeking insinde and not even bothering to hide myself, I confirmed the situation. Wasn't that the girl from last show?
Surprisingly, I did not cry. I just stood there and listened to whatever he's got to say and nothing seems to be penetrating my mind. I'm used to that sensation as well. I've encountered that several times during university when I try to listen to my professors at seven in the morning wih barely two hours of sleep. After his mini-speech about ending our pointless relationship, I turned on my heel and left the house never to return again. It would have hurt so much had I not known that he was also Japan's biggest player. I have already readied myself for the day that I will find out about his 'extra' activities. With a girl like me as a companion, he would surely get bored eventually. I have already prepared myself with the notion that he's the kind of person nobody can keep for themselves. Clearly, a change in career plans was in order. I can't stay in a country where I might be at the blacklist of every Gackt fangirl once news of what had been our relationship went out. No, I don't want that. All I ever wanted to be was to overthrow Bill Gates as the richest person in the technology industry and stuff like that was not part of the plan.
Luckily, I got a job at another county. The new title of system analyst seems nice too and so, as soon as I recieved confirmation of my acceptance from the company, I resigned from Square Enix and tried to leave Japan as soon as possible. 'Tried' being the operative word in the sentence. The bastard had too many sources I would have thought that he's got the whole of the police force backing him up. I tried my best to hide myself until my time of departure. I really did. I left the house I was renting and stayed at friends' apartments. He never found me during that period. Not until I stepped at the airport.
I was about to board the plane when somebody grabbed my arm from behind. I outbalanced because of the force and strong arms caught me right before I hit the ground. Before I knew it, I was staring into grey contacted eyes. My personal favorite for his image. I was staring straight at the eyes of the person who m I found just days ago with another woman on his bed. I quickly straightened myself up and politely thanked him for catching me and proceeded to walk to the boarding area. However, I was once again yanked by the arm and this time I was ready for it. I spun around and demanded that he explain himself, telling him that if he wanted my arm then he can take it and let me go on my merry way. He looked shocked at the fact that I was leaving. He demanded that I explain why I was leaving.
Well, hello, mister superstar. You finally landed on planet earth. We are currently in the twenty-first century and several things have happened eversince demigods like you have ceased to exist. Currently, the girl you are talking to got her heart broken by none other than the super wonderful no-one-can-even-match-my-awesomeness you. And now you're asking this damsel in distress turned ninja why she's leaving your home turf? Simple. The other ninjas wanted a peice of her and she's too stubborn to give them the satisfaction of ruining her life. And you are included in that list, oh mighty one. Now let her be and go find another geisha to satisfy your manly needs.
I was crying at that point. I promised myself never to cry over him. He's got the world's biggest ego and probably already have more tears shed because of him than what you can give. He's already had enough tears with the multitude of women he's already had on his list. You deserve better than this, your royal highness, you don't deserve to be hurt by a jerk like him....
But all thoughts were cut when I was trapped in an embrace that reeks of Chanel's Platinum Egoiste. I don't know how he did it but he did convince me to stay in Japan. He dragged the crying mess that I was out of the airport, tossed my luggage in the trunk of one of his beloved American cars and drove me to Gackt Castle. Months later, news about us going out had spread to the general public and everyone accepted it without any hard feelings. Just when I was all geared up and prepared to take as many hate mails and prank call I could get. Bummer. Maybe the fangirls really wanted their beloved Gackt-sama to finally settle down?
A few months later and the guy with the ego the size of the Milky Way (somehow, it's gotten bigger right after we got back together) proposed to me on national television after I was asked by the host whether or not I have seen 'Magnum' or not. Quite the timing, really. People may think that he's just marrying me just so I can see whatever that 'Magnum' is. He's really sweet....not! And proposing on national television? What was he thinking? The guy really wants to go above the norms on whatever he does. Can't he even be normal even for once?
The wedding was a small affair between our families and our closest friends. But even so, it was quite a feat because we had to move the heavens and earth just to bring everyone together. With my family and several of our friends overseas, it was such a tiring task to inform everyone of our big day. The media wasn't helping much either. They wanted every detail of the wedding and we were simply refusing on giving them the information they needed. How can the wedding be private when the whole world already knows the details even before the news reached the ears of our guests?
I almost became a runaway bride today, you know. I was sitting in front of the mirror wearing my wedding gown which I designed together with his good friend Mana (who knew they never really had bad blood after Gackt left Malice Mizer?) and was staring at my form at the mirror. Reality check: Am I or am I not going to marry Japan's greatest playboy today or not. I almost ran away with the thought that he had already cheated on me before. Who knew if it was never going to happen again, right? And old habits die hard, right? I was about to run away to God-knows-where when I found the doors of my dressing room barricaded with his best men, the members of GacktJob, and his ever reliable bodyguards. When asked why they were blocking my driveway, they only said that they were acting upon Gackt's instructions. Oh, gee, I really appreciate that, darling. Such a sweet man you are locking your bride in a room minutes before your wedding.
The rest of the wedding went smoothly aside from drunken men kissing each other during the reception. I even resisted the urge to throw my shoe at Gackt when he started flirting with Hyde. See? I was behaving myself just for our special day (and of course I'd be returning to normal the morning after). Finally, after everyone had bidden us goodbye with several naughty side-comments by the boys, we now find ourselves in the situation very much like the time when he almost pulled my arm off at the airport.
After regaining my composure and scolding him for dragging me like a rag doll when I'm currently wearing killer heels, he picked me up bridal style (finally!) and carried me up the hotel room we had reserved. Upon opening the room I found out that even in our honeymoon, he still went over the top. He can never be like normal grooms now, can he? Closing the door, locking it and carrying me to the king-sized bed with a very mischievous, naughty, whatever you may call it grin plastered on his annoying face told me that today, or rather, tonight is the night that I will finally meet the 'Magnum' everyone is talking about.
*Magnum - (noun) what Gackt carries around in his pants. Not a gun.