A/N Aaaaaand here is chapter three. This was slightly depressing to write because... well, you'll see. Anyways! Who's going to do the disclaimer?
Akaito: Do I can it!
You're still drunk, aren't you Akaito?
Akaito: Yuup! TwistedAngel08 doesn't own vocaloids, or any of these fine songs she mentions. She just borrowing us, and promises to give us back as sober as we were before the story.
Thank you Akaito! As always, a few warnings, and then we can get to the story!
Warning: Male x Male love, brief sex, language, and fighting. You don't like it? Well then don't read it. Remember to R&R, all opinions welcome, even flames.
Another One Bites The Dust. (Cont.)
"Am I dead?!" I yelped, jerking back from the young man. He snorted, shaking his head.
"No, you're not dead. But I wouldn't be surprised if it happens soon, your bleeding pretty badly," he said nonchalantly, pointing to my leg. I looked down and almost yelled. The side of my left leg had a long, ugly gash that was red and shined in the lamppost's light. Then I noticed something.
"What do you mean? I-I'm not bleeding," I said shakily. He shrugged.
"That's because I can't take someone who isn't dead. When I'm around, technically your body freezes and doesn't change until I'm gone. And I really should be going, there are other dead people waiting for me to come get them." With that, he began to turn and fade away.
"No!" I cried. "Please don't leave me!" He turned back, solidifying with a huff.
"Look, I know this must be scary for you, but I promise everything will make sense when you die. Just let it happen, all right? I'll be back to get you," he said softly. Again, he began to fade, a sympathetic gaze on his face.
"No, wait! Please, I'm not ready! Please!" Soon, though, he was gone, disappeared off into the black of night. As soon as my brain registered this, my body began to sear with pain, and I screamed. It felt like someone had started to saw off my leg and then had decided to take a break. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and the salt bit into the cuts on my face, making me whimper. "Gakupo," I keened. "Gakupo!"
Gakupo's Pov
After Kaito had left, I had shut off the radio. I needed to think, and it was hard to do that with the damn thing crackling every three or four minutes. What was Kaito doing? Where was he? I had asked him not to do anything stupid, but... He never made any promises. If he did anything to himself, if he hurt himself...! Immediately I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Kaito wasn't that stupid, he'd probably be fine. If anything, he'd probably end up coming home drink and throwing himself into my arms, saying we shouldn't ruin the rest of our time fighting. At least, I hoped that would happen. Oh, of course it will, I chided myself. How could I doubt Kaito?
"I should trust him," I said to myself. All of a sudden, the phone rang, startling me. I waited for the caller to leave a message because I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone other than Kaito. To my surprise, it was Kaito! I heaved a sigh of relief. Okay, so I had been worried, but Kaito was saying he was fine and that everything was fine- then the message was interrupted by a crash. I jumped up, racing to the message machine to see if the sound had been on my side, but it was fine. "No!" I hurried to the front door, wrenching it open. I didn't care if I broke a rule and let someone see me, Kaito needed me. I ran towards the road, trying to figure out where he might have gone. Akaito, he always goes to Akaito when he needs to talk, I thought.
As I ran, my body began to fade. Fading meant going back to heaven, and the only reason that should happen was if my time was up, or if Kaito was… "No! Kaito, please Baby, hang in there!" My side began to ache. It was as if someone was taking a knife and sliding it between my ribs. But I had to keep going. I had to reach him. My vision began to blur. I wondered what was wrong with me until I realised I was crying. I blinked my eyes to clear the tears away, and the next thing I knew… I was in heaven. I slowly stopped running, ending up at the reception desk.
"Oh hey, Gakupo, how was your visit?" the man at the desk asked. I didn't answer, stunned by what had just happened. Kaito had… died… and I hadn't been there for him. "Gakupo? You okay? It's me, Greg. I checked you in when you died, remember?" I nodded dumbly, tears streaming down my cheeks. "What happened?" Greg asked, worried.
"Kaito died…" I said softly. Then, with fire in my voice I asked, "Has he checked in yet?!" Greg flinched, shrugging.
"Kaito what?" he asked, all business.
"Shion."
"What colour is his hair?"
"Blue."
"Uhhh… yeah, he's being briefed right now."
"By who?"
Greg checked the messy stack of papers on his desk, holding up a finger. Then, he said, "Michael's briefing him."
"Wait, Michael-and-Gabriel Michael?" I asked, confused. He nodded. "Oh God, I gotta go before he scars my fucking boyfriend."Greg chuckled.
"Good luck, and tell the little guy I said hi!" he called after me as I ran off. I went to the on-going-bonfire on the edge of the city, Eden, and sure enough, there was Michael and Kaito.
"Welcome to Hell!" I heard Michael yell. Goddammit! I cursed to myself. "I'm going to be your personal guide and tormentor. I'll fill you in on the rules: you can not do anything without permission. If you do, you will burn. You must ask me for permission to do stuff. If you ask anyone else, you will burn. If anyone tells you to do something, you must do it without questions. If you ask questions, you will burn. Now, any questions?"
"Michael! Shut the hell up and get away from my boyfriend before I make you eat your own colon!" I shouted angrily. The 'angel's' head snapped up from Kaito and towards me, frowning.
"Ah, come on, dude! That was fucking hilarious, you should have seen his face when I told him this was Hell!" he argued. Kaito looked toward me, a scared look on his face.
"Gakupo?" he asked quietly. The anger quickly melted away from my expression as I nodded. With a cry, he ran towards me, throwing himself into my arms. "Oh Gakupo! I missed you so much!" He sobbed into my chest, clinging tightly to me.
"Michael, what the Hell? You were banned from briefing people after you shoved your foot up the old guy's ass," I snapped at the brunette. He huffed.
"That guy was not old, he was forty-two! And they need all the hands they can get, what with all the seasonal suicides and drunk-driving crashes." he explained. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, just stay the fuck away from my boyfriend. You better not have given him permanent mental damage." I led Kaito off, walking to the street. When he saw the bustling street, he gasped, making me smile. The golden roads, marble sidewalks and silver lampposts did tend to take your breath away the first time you saw them. But my favourite thing about Heaven was the sky. It was always simultaneously sunny, yet nighttime, with stars, and the moon circling the sun in a never ending dance. The sun and moon always sat opposite of each in the sky, never rising or setting, just circling. It was never too bright, nor too dark, and the rain was always warm and pleasant. I hailed a carriage drawn by a red horse, gently pulling Kaito in with me.
"And where would you to like to go this fine day? Or night, I suppose," the driver said with a chuckle. I gave him the address of my- now our- home, and he took off, snapping his fingers at the horse. Kaito squeezed me, laying his head on my shoulder.
"Where are we? We're not really in Hell, are we?" he asked, still slightly shaken from his encounter with the idiot angel. I shook my head.
"No, of course not. You really think Hell could be so beautiful?" I answered. He sighed in relief.
"I guess that makes sense..." he said with a small smile. After a moment, he kissed my neck, humming contentedly. "I missed you so much," he said for the second time. Something about that seemed off...
"How did you, er..." I trailed off, not sure how to put it.
"Die?" he asked. I nodded. He sighed, sitting up. "I don't know. I... I might have fallen..."
"Fallen? What were you doing that you could have fallen?"
"I was... uhh, I..." He was obviously thinking very hard, but it took a while before he said, "I was putting up Christmas lights!" It shouldn't be that hard for him to remember... I thought to myself
"What's the last date you remember?" I asked cautiously.
"That's a weird question... But I guess it was... December fourteenth," he answered. I stiffened, but relaxed myself immediately. "Why, what's wrong?" As I opened my mouth to answer, the carriage stopped in front of my- our house.
"Come on, we're home," I said, pulling him out with me. "Thank sir, had a good night," I called to the driver. He laughed and snapped his fingers, going off to pick someone else up.
Where Have You Been?
I let Gakupo lead me to the house, irritated that he hadn't answered my question. But everything was fine, I guessed. Sure, I was dead, and my family would miss me, but I was with Gakupo, and that was all I needed. He told me to close my eyes when we reached the door, and as I did, he snatched me up, making me gasp. "Gakupo! Put me down, you'll drop me!" I said, clutching his arms fearfully.
"I wouldn't drop you, silly. Remember, don't open your eyes till I say so, okay?" I huffed, but nodded, squeaking when he opened the door and started walking.
"If you drop me, I will kick your ass," I snapped. He only laughed, plopping me onto something soft. "Asshole!" I yelled, looking up at him. "I wasn't joking…" my voice trailed off as I looked around at the beautiful house. The walls were a light blue, the furniture all matched, and the floor was wood! "Whose house did you bring us to?" I asked, my eyes narrowed. He chuckled.
"This is our house, baby." I couldn't believe it. The room was large and spacious, with pictures on the walls of me, of people I didn't know smiling with Gakupo, or just something Gakupo had liked. A radio quietly played a sombre song like background music. "That is, if you still want to be with me," Gakupo said shyly. "If not, we can get you your own house and-"I cut him off by yanking him down onto the couch with me, kissing him.
"This is perfect," I whispered happily. He kissed me back with fervour, and my heart soared. It's been too long! I thought. I've missed kissing him so much… I ended up on my back, with Gakupo on top of me, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. I pushed back against him, feeling a heat rise up within me from the pit of my belly. When he sucked on a particular spot on my neck, I let out a low cry, tilting my head to offer better access. He smiled so wide that I could feel his smirk on my skin, and it only fuelled my fire, making me want him that much more.
"Gakupo..." I moaned. He pulled back, nodding as he worked the buttons of my shirt. Soon, he had me shirtless with my pants halfway down my legs, but being so heated, I didn't feel one ounce of embarrassment. He toyed with me, slowly pulling down my underwear, and smirking all the while. "Gakupo, please don't tease me," I whined. He laughed, the licked at the very tip of my erection, making me jerk. I shivered, shock running up from my groin all the way out the tips of my fingers. "More," I whispered hungrily.
He licked the head again with a smile, saying in singsong, "Just the ti~p." I looked at him, confused.
"What... The Hell... Was that?" I asked in between licks. I groaned particularly loud when he sucked on the head, tonguing the slit.
"I don't know really, it just came out," he said coyly around my cock. I bucked at the vibrations, holding back all sorts of noises.
"You better have been lying," I huffed, bucking again.
He placed his hands firmly on my hips to keep me still, purring, "I don't think I could keep my word on that even if I wanted to." Then he swallowed me whole, making me cry out. When my cock hit the back of his throat I moaned, shuddering in delight.
"You can have me all you want, any way, any day, to show me where you are tonight," the song said invitingly. I agreed with Miss Rihanna on this one.
"Oh god, Gakupo," I started to say, but whatever it was disappeared from my mind. Conscious thought was now impossible. It was all too much, but still not enough, and sure enough, we ended up making love, right there on the couch. He was sweet, and gentle, just as he always had been; it felt as though he had never died…. When I came, it just as amazing as it had always been. I held my breath, and he breathed for me, holding me tightly to him.
Where Did It All Go Wrong?
Afterwards, we laid on the couch, me on top of him. I held my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"Gakupo, I missed you so much," I said softly. He sighed.
"I missed you too, Baby," he replied, giving me an odd look.
After a moment, I asked, "Am I too heavy?" He looked really surprised that I asked.
"No, Babe, why?" he asked slowly. I blushed.
"I know I've gained weight," I answered. He was quiet for a moment, then he laughed, shaking his head.
"Baby, you know I don't care about that. Besides, you're not fat, your cute and-" I cut him off with a finger against his lips. "Don't say it," I snapped. "If you say it, I will beat you," he smiled reluctantly and nodded, so I laid my head down on his bare chest, wondering what he was acting weird about.
"Cute and fluffy!" he said quickly, smacking my butt and catching me off guard. My head snapped up and I glared at him while he grinned cheekily. I smacked his chest, making him grunt.
"Quit being mean to me," I grumbled. He laughed.
"Baby, I still think you're sexy," he said, smacking my butt a little harder. I gasped and he smiled, giving me a curious look.
"Gakupo, quit being an ass," I huffed. He chuckled, making me frown.
"You're so cute when you pout," he said.
"I'm not pouting."
"Yes you are," he replied.
"No I'm noooooot," I said smacking his chest. He laughed, but it sounded forced. With a slightly worried look on his face, he kissed me. We got cleaned up and dressed, and he pulled me into the living room, setting me down in a chair. He looked nervous, which worried me. "What's wrong, Gakupo?" I asked. He shuffled his feet before clearing his throat.
"Baby, are you sure the last day you remember is December fourteenth?" he asked. I snorted.
"What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I'm sure," I said, confused. He shook his head slowly.
"No baby, tonight is Christmas Eve," he said hopefully. I narrowed my eyes.
"Uh, no it's not, Gakupo, don't mess with me. This isn't funny, it's stupid." He groaned, walking off. "Hey! Don't be mad at me just because I'm not in the mood for your dumb joke," I called after him. I jumped up and followed him into what I assumed was an office. He ignored me, opening a little fridge and pulling a bottle of beer out of it. Popping the cap off, he began downing it, still giving no acknowledgement that I was there. "Hey, asshole, quit drinking and talk to me!" I snapped. He snorted, throwing the empty bottle behind his back. I winced as it shattered against the wall.
Sitting down in a chair, he said, "I probably should have said the same thing. Maybe then, you wouldn't have died."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, worried.
"You wouldn't remember, you were drunk when you died," he growled, getting another bottle of beer. I snatched it from him, throwing it against the ground. It exploded, splashing us with the alcoholic drink.
"Bullshit! How could you know something like that?!" I yelled. He jumped to his feet, getting uncomfortably close.
"I came to see you because you were miserable, and I had to convince you it was okay to move on. But when I told you I wasn't there to stay, you got angry with me and drove off, apparently to drink," he said angrily. I snorted, stomping off. He followed me, saying, "Then, I assume you attempted to drive home, and while driving drunk, you called your home phone, leaving me a message to promise that you weren't doing anything stupid!"
"Shut the fuck up! Leave me alone, asshole!" I shouted back. He huffed, grabbing my arm and whipping me around. "Get off!" I yanked my arm, but he wouldn't let go.
"Are you happy now? We know how you died, and you get to stay in heaven, where no one works, every day is perfect, and no one has kid," he spat. I froze.
"What do you mean, 'no one has kids'?" I asked. He sneered, letting go of my arm.
"Did you notice how there was absolutely no kids on the streets? Everyone in heaven is a young adult, regardless of how old they were when they died. No one gets pregnant, no one has babies, no one even adopts," he explained bitterly. "But hey you got what you wanted. Who knows, you might've crashed your car on purpose." That last sentence felt like a slap to my face, and he just kept talking. "Why are there is there a fence and gate surrounding heaven? Because people are dying to get in," he said, laughing coldly.
"Get out!" I shouted, turning away. "Just get out! Even if what you're saying is true, I don't need your shit! Get out, get out, get out!" I clenched my eyes shut, not wanting tears to fall. I felt him walk past me. The door opened and slammed shut, causing pictures to fall off the walls. When I was sure he was gone, I started to cry, walking into the living room and plopping onto the floor. The radio seemed just as upset.
"Where did it all go wrong?" Oasis asked.
