I'm not really planning to do this but now here it is...sequel to The Day I (Finally) Meet Magnum
Title: Who is He?
Genre: General(?)/Family(?)/CRACK Rating: K+ because I love K...and just to be on the safe side.
Characters: The unnamed female OC from The Day I (Finally) Meet Magnum and the Jrocker we all love Notes: My Gackt muse simply refused to leave me in peace. Here's the sequel to "The Day I (Finally) Meet Magnum" told in Gackt's point of view.
Now Playing: Setsugekka ~The End of Silence~ by GACKT
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Gackt is Gackt. Nobody can keep him and that includes me...enjoy!
Satoshi. Natsume. Satoru. I stared at these names scribbled along the edges of her papers scattered on her work table. She's sleeping on the table with her head resting atop her folded arms. She looked peaceful sleeping and I just leave her be. She needs the rest for she is once again overworking herself on a new Final Fantasy project. Being married to her for the last two years brought much change to my life and they all made my life turn for the better. First, there were changes on my home where I used to live alone by myself and bring ladies to. Of course ever since I was married to her, other ladies were banned from going to my house. I never cheated on her. Have me trailed by a detective to confirm it, will you?
She has proved to be a very ideal wife for me. She can be sweet when we are both in the mood and she lets me be whenever I have some issues that I wanted to deal with myself. She never nagged unless it concerns the both of us. And the best thing about having her as a wife is that I can play Final Fantasy even before it hits the shelves.
She has resumed her position as a game programmer for Square Enix two months after I convinced her to remain in Japan. And now that she's staying with me for good, I get all the benefits of having a game programmer as a wife. She lets me play with the parts of the game that she is working on and I enjoy it thoroughly, though it can be really annoying during the times that she finds a bug on her program. She'll snatch the console away from me and I will never see her face for hours straight until she solves the problem. Yes, that's how obsessed she is with making games. There's no problem on that since I also admit to being obsessed with writing music.
She never cheated and never asked for anything more than what I could give her. All in all, she's a good wife for me.
But what is this that I'm seeing? They were all men's names that were scribbled on her papers on her workstation. Was she thinking of another guy aside from me? Was I not good enough for her? Who are these people? I thought I had already made her so in love with me that she would never desire anyone else other than me. And now this? Did I not do a good enough job on making her fall in love?
Well, this is your Karma, your royal highness. My conscience kept on telling me. This is what you get for sleeping with other ladies behind her back before. It added with a smirk. But I stopped when we got together, bastard! I answered back. A ring told me that it was already that late at night. I sighed and saved her files before turning off her laptop and covering her with a blanket. I can't risk losing sleep unless I wanted to look like a walking zombie on my photoshoot tomorrow. I shall sleep and maybe I'll get an explanation for those scribbled names in my dream.
I woke up the next day to find my wife already dressed and ready to leave for work. She just bade me goodbye with a kiss on the lips and she picked up her keys and left for work. No matter how much I wanted to grab her arm and tell her to leave later. Just give me five minutes then we'll be done with our 'deed'. I used to do that, you know. Especially during our first months together. She'd exit our room with the intent of getting to work early but then I'd pull her back to bed and Magnum will have the time of his life again. I still do that to her, you know but it became less frequent after she complained that her cowerkers always remarks that she smells of Egoiste. You are so great, mister superstar.
But now, I'm beginning to doubt my skills as a husband and as a lover. And even though it's against my will, I was reminded again of those damned male names scribbled on my wife's notes. They are bothering me to no end but I've got to push it to the back of my mind lest I want to get done with my photoshoot quickly.
Work is easy when it's just smiling and doing what the photographer says. It's like feeding your ego and earning money at the same time. Just the ideal job for me.
Later after the photoshoot, I found myself on a drinking session with You-san and the other guys. It was one of those days that we just had to vent about what was happening to each other's life. You know, keep your friends updated with whatever is happening to your life. I never told them about the scribbled names. No, it was my problem to deal with. Let's not bother You-san with your worthless ramblings now, shall we, mister superstar?
I noticed a girl checking me out from across the bar. She's tall and long-legged. Probably a new model since the bar is a private one where only people from the business are allowed to enter. That's how private that is. Anyway, she approached me and I later found myself in a room alone with the unknown girl and she was stripping in front of me and was touching me everywhere. Especially Magnum. My sane part of my mind kicked in and pushed the drunken lady away. I said a breif apology and explained that I have a wife and, no matter how much Magnum may want to stay, I drove home to where the only lady that can make me happy was.
It was already past midnight when I came home. I suppose she's already asleep now so I tiptoed my way to our bedroom. But I was mighty wrong. There she sat on her favorite chair with legs crossed and a menacing gaze directed at me. I cringed at her stare. Nobody makes me scared like this other than her. I smiled weakly at my wife.
"Uhm..hi?"
"Why were you late?"
Damn. That fateful question. How am I supposed to explain my situation?
Well, you see, dear I was wondering about those freakingly disgusting names scribbled on your notes and I don't really want to do this but I'm starting to doubt that you have been cheating on me. I know I've done that to you before but isn't it time that you forgive me, darling? I mean, come on. Don't we have to move on? Well, anyway, since I have been having my doubts, I went drinking with the boys when suddenly I notice this chick checking me out. She looks really hot, I swear. She's probably a model or something. So now, that I was drunk and almost passed out, she took advantage of me and we almost had sex but I stopped it from happening and I even explained thoroughly until it rubs on her mind that I have a wife. See how I've changed, darling? I've become such a faithful husband now. Now, why don't you tell me now about those distasteful names on your notes.
How am I supposed to say that without her getting angry, huh?
But before I knew it I was ranting. Telling her things I'm not supposed to say like how frustrated I am and that I was beginning to suspect that she's cheating on me. I told her I don' deserved being cheated. Yes, way to go, Mr. Perfect. You also cheated on her, remember? My mind kept telling me that but, no. I kept on ranting and raving and saying all those stuff I shouldn't be saying to the woman I love. Then I directed the question that has been bothering me for days to her. Only in a rude way.
"Oh, that." She said in a monotone voice.
Here's your end of the world, superstar. She's going to leave you. It's her payback time.
"I don't really intend on showing those scribbles to you, really. They're private."
At least you still get to keep the house. But that also means she'll be leaving Japan for good. Oh, great, when did the former holder of the title 'Japan's Greatest Playboy' ever been forsaken by that stupid kid in diapers with his small heart-shaped arrows?
"Well, now that you saw it, I might as well tell you."
Tell me what, dammit, spill it out or my heart will explode from sick anticipation.
"I've been meaning to tell you this, you know..."
Who was it? Was he one of my friends? You-san, my best friend maybe? Or was it someone else? Sugizo? He's been flying in and out of Japan more frequently and you having an affair with him would explain everything then. Chachamaru? Probably not. The guy is too obsessed with the color Pink to actually be a complete and genuine man. Who is it? Who?!
"I was just waiting for the doctor to verify my suspicions."
What?
"What do you mean doctor?"
Was she havingan affair with a doctor? She sighed and took out a piece of paper and held it out for me to see. I did not take it and she shook it in front of my face. Taking it, I saw some stuff but one word that caught my attention was the word written in bold letters: POSITIVE.
"Gaku, I'm two months pregnant. You're going to be a dad." she said with a tired smile on her face. "Those names, I was writing them when I first had my suspicions, you know. When the pregnancy test I bought from the drug store said I was positive. I was thinking of names for the baby. Maybe I got overexcited even though I don't really know if it's going to be a boy or a girl. But I had to confirm unless I get a false alarm and here we are. Positive." This time she really was smiling. I looked at her with a surprised expression on my face and my mouth gaping like a fish out of water. What was I supposed to say? Yes I was happy but what in the name of Magnum am I supposed to say? I felt stupid for suspecting her. She's would never cheat on me, what was I thinking?
"You don't seem very happy. We can still get rid of it, you know. I mean, I've read on your interviews that you don't want to have a child so..." I cut her in mid-sentece with a tight hug that would make her smell like Egoiste once I let her go.
"Of course no. It's my child. Why would I not be happy? And of course we'll keep him. I know he'll be as handsome as his father. Oh, and I'm sorry for ever suspecting you. Wow, I really can't believe it. I'm going to be a real father..." I said and my hand wandered to her stomach. It still looks normal but I know that in the months to come it will grow bigger and after nine months, we will have a new addition to the family. GACKT JR. That sounds nice to the ears.
We went to bed together and was sitting there looking at our old photographs when I suddenly remembered something that I forgot to say during my long-winded rant a while ago.
"Honey?"
"What?"
"About those names you've written."
"Yes?"
"You've got a horrible choice in choosing names."
Gackt Jr., I'm so excited to meet you.
