Note: Hello again. I'm glad those of you who read this inspired me to keep going. I usually give up on a story long before I should and you who liked it made me continue so you can see what happens to Gackt next. I STILL don't own anyone or anything in the story. Read on and enjoy.
Chapter 2: New Restraints
A capricious girl's change
If you can embrace each other on this earth
If you notice a person's an imitation
Pull my strings...Make me live
"Gaku-sama!!!" Miyavi called out as he strode towards me.
I was surprised to find that his hair was a normal color: black. He was wearing a black and white stocking cap- inside nonetheless- which looked adorable on him. His shirt was a thin, white, long-sleeved thing with fake black fur around a hood on it. On the left side, in the chest area, was a panda face. Miyavi also wore baggy black Tripp pants and plain white sneakers.
I should have expected Miyavi's glomp, but I didn't. So when he practically tackled me, I let out a small hiss of pain. Miyavi immediately backed up and took a good look at me. He gasped softly as his fingers lightly traced over the bruise on my cheek and the cut on my lip. He looked at me with such a pained expression that just made me want to hug him tightly.
"Gaku-sama, why did Hyde-Chan answer your phone? And what happened to you?" Miyavi pouted adorably.
"Don't worry, Myv. I passed out after drinking over at Hyde's." I said calmly, hoping to avoid all explanations until I felt I could do so.
"He did this to you, didn't he?" Miyavi asked softly, yet bitterly.
Thankfully, we were called to our separate changing rooms before I had to answer his other question. My make-up artist looked appalled with my battered appearance. I assured her that it was fine and that no one would see the mess once she was finished with me. I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes, and did my best to relax as she diligently worked her magic.
Once finished, she left and I changed into my outfit for the shoot. My shirt was a silky crimson dress shirt with flared sleeves. I left the top two buttons unbuttoned with a smirk. Oh, how this would drive them all crazy. The black pants were just that: simple pants. They had given me shoes but I really didn't feel like wearing them. I looked in the mirror as I prepared to leave and felt I was missing something. I put in my stunning blue contacts and looked again. Now that looked sexy.
After double-checking that I was ready, I walked into the main room and watched Miyavi as a set of photos was being taken. Miyavi looked even more adorable in his current outfit than the previous one. He was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt that almost extended past his hands. However, it didn't fully cover his shoulders and tied near the top in the back. He also had on tan pants that flared at the bottom and a pair of black platform shoes. Of course Miyavi would wear something as feminine as that, but at least it suited him.
Miyavi was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and holding his face in his hands. His feet were up in the air, crossed at the ankles. When he glanced up at me, he gave a cute but cheesy grin as the camera flashed. I felt my own half-smile creep onto my face at that look. A woman brought out a wooden chair, a basket, and five adorable kittens. Miyavi sat on the chair backwards, resting his hands on the back of the chair. The look he gave me then as he was being instructed almost made my heart melt. It was a combination of pure love and unwavering concern. Somewhere in that look, he was promising me that our conversation was far from over. At least until he got some answers, at least.
The basket was placed near the chair and three of the kittens were placed in it, leaving two on the floor in front of the chair. Miyavi picked one up- black with a white strip down the right side of its nose- and placed it on his head. He carefully rested his chin on his arms and grinned childishly, getting us all to laugh as the camera flashed. After that, it was my turn. At one point, they had me sitting in a plush white chair, one leg over the other and a glass of a crimson red wine in hand.
"I do get to drink this when we're done, right?" I joked lightly, the laughter following it helping to ease my tension.
After several more similarly seductive scenes, we were dismissed to our changing rooms. Facing the mirror, I unbuttoned the shirt and tossed it onto a nearby chair. With my hair pulled out of the way, I now noticed the multitude of bite mark-like bruises along my neck and shoulders. I couldn't remember Hyde doing this, but that didn't mean anything. I sighed softly in frustration and closed my eyes. That's when I heard Miyavi's horrified gasp as he closed the door behind him.
I didn't turn around and open my eyes. I didn't acknowledge his presence. I felt a guilty panic settling in. What would Miyavi think of me when I told him the truth? I knew I wouldn't be able to lie to the innocent younger man. Would it hurt him like it had Hyde? A fear so alien to me sank into my mind. What if Miyavi treated me as Hyde had? Would he, too, try to take advantage of me as some twisted form of revenge?
Soft fingers traced lightly down my back, sending brief shivers of pain and delight down my body. No, Miyavi definitely wouldn't do that after all. I felt Miyavi's fingers splayed out on my back. With a gentle force, he ran them down it, bringing them together near the bottom. This resulted in a sudden flare of pain that made me gasp and pull away from the almost sensual touch. What the Hell had caused that?
"Gackt your...your back is covered in scratches. Almost like someone's nail dug in..." Miyavi whispered.
Oh. Of course.
"Gackt, tell me what's going on." Miyavi demanded urgently.
I turned around, finally opening my eyes and looking into Miyavi's. Tears formed in his brown eyes, on the verge of falling down his beautiful face. I pulled Miyavi into a hug and just held him there for a moment. It was a moment I only wished could have lasted longer. Miyavi, however, wasn't having any more of it until he knew the truth. He pulled away and gave me a stubborn glare.
"No. No more of this, Gackt. Please...just tell me. Its okay, whatever it is. He pleaded.
"Miyavi, I...took things too far with you. I got carried away while Hyde was gone. I should have told you that he and I were-"
"I don't care about that! Gackt, what did Hyde do to you?" Miyavi nearly shouted.
"I told him the truth and he..." I bit the inside of my lip and averted my gaze, unsure of what I wanted to say: raped? Took advantage of? "He...took advantage of me for it. He knew I'd refuse to fight back."
"So it was rape? Gackt, do me a favor and take everything off." Miyavi responded in a dark tone.
I tensed at the way he said that. The images of Hyde as our argument escalated flashed in my mind and my eyes narrowed. I wasn't letting that happen again. Miyavi shrank back at the look he was receiving and I instantly regretted even thinking so low of him. I collapsed into the chair that I'd tossed my shirt on and scrubbed a hand across my face. Miyavi walked over and gently tilted my face up.
"Fine. I'll meet you at your house later and you'll show me then. But you have to promise you won't talk to Hyde. Won't go see him."
My heart raced when I heard that. Miyavi was asking me- no, it was more like telling me- not to talk things over with Hyde, who was currently my lover. I wasn't sure if I could go through with it. If I could hurt him again.
"Promise me." Miyavi snapped softly, half pleading and half demanding.
"As long as you're not going to change your mind and be mad at me for everything later." I responded.
"I promise." Miyavi's voice returned to its usual tone and he planted a soft kiss on my lips before leaving the room.
I wasted no time in changing back into my other clothes and taking out the blue contacts. I honestly couldn't stand wearing them longer than necessary. I was about to leave the room when a loud buzzing started on the counter behind me. I turned to see my cell phone skittering slowly across the counter as a light blinked on the screen. Walking over to it, a faint dread filled me. Don't be him. Please don't be him. I looked at the name on the screen and swore softly. Hyde. With a sigh, I answered the phone.
"Gacchan? Look, I'm...well...we need to talk. About what happened. I-"
"Hyde, I...I promised Miyavi that I was done with you. Besides, after what you did to me, I can't bring myself to...to stay with you. I'm sorry, Hyde."
"Gackt, wait-"
I didn't hear the rest. I snapped the phone shut and stuffed it into my pocket. As I walked out to my car, the phone went off two more times. Still I ignored it. Hyde had chosen his path. Miyavi had helped me choose mine. I made a promise that I intended to keep. That was, as long as Miyavi kept his promise to me: not to turn around and do what Hyde had done. Once in my car, I started for the nearest store. It was time to make a meal for a man willing to be there for me...
Note: Well, that's it for chapter two. I'm getting an idea on how to do chapter three but I'm not too sure yet, so it won't be posted up as quickly as this was. Well, tell me what you think of Gackt's decision if you will. Until next time, goodbye.