Hello... It took me all of a couple of hours to get the second chapter on here because I was distracted by Final Fantasy VIII... hahahaha. This is in the third person POV. Because it's hard to write from HYDE's POV for more than a chapter or so, but I predict there will be a lot of switching between the two.

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Chapter Two: What about lighters?

Hyde had been sitting on Gackt's couch for nearly an hour listening to the man talk about the movie before Gackt finally broke down and asked him if he would like to see the manuscript. After a deep yawn and a short glaring nod from Hyde, Gackt disappeared for a few seconds and came back with a stack of papers. Of course they weren't stapled together.

The smaller vocalist rolled his eyes and took the manuscript from the giddy man. he was sort of paying attention when Gackt said he was getting drinks, but he was mostly occupied with squinting at the tiny print on the first page. It was way too dark.

So of course, Hyde made his own light. The manuscript was illuminated by the small flame of his Zippo for about ten seconds before the first page caught on fire. Unfortunately, Gackt came in just in time to see it happen. The first thought in his head was one of absolute horror as he jumped to the conclusion that Hyde was sabotaging his work. He dropped the bottle of wine he had been carrying on the couch and lunged forward just as Hyde put the fire out.

"Haido, what are you doing?" Gackt asked, taking the script from his hands and looking over it quickly. The damage was minimal.

"Gomen, Gackt, it was too dark to read what it said, so I used my lighter," Hyde replied sheepishly.

"And lit it on fire?" the taller man exclaimed, "You can't read a pile of ash either!"

"I wasn't trying to light it on fire!"

Gackt looked at him suspiciously before handing the object in question back. He frowned disapprovingly as Hyde stifled a quiet giggle.

"It was kinda funny though..."

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It was just past eleven at night and both singers were exhausted. They had gone over the entire script at least twice and now they sat in the kitchen, the only room with electric light, drinking beer and smoking.

"So you'll do it?" Gackt asked, taking a drag from his cigarette. Hyde glanced up at him and shook his head.

"No."

Gackt's cigarette dropped on the floor and left a nasty scorch on the stone as he stared at Hyde in silent shock once again. But then the other vocalist cracked a grin and he realized it was a joke. He laughed along with Hyde and felt an enormous weight off his chest, he had begun to believe that the man wouldn't take the role.

It was rather amazing to Gackt that Hyde would joke in such a manner in the first place. He'd always seen the small man s being serious and somewhat morbid. It was to be expected from the way he dressed in bondage pants and spikes, not to mention the mohawk he was known for sporting.

"Arigato, Haido," Gackt lifted his beer and toasted the man, "I can now rest in peace once again."

Hyde reflected on the words before returning the gesture and downing the beer in a few gulps. Was Gackt relieved that he, Hyde, was doing the part or just that it was being done? Someone like Kyo from Dir en Grey would be better suited to the part of a vampire. Death and destruction weren't things that Hyde pondered about on a daily basis.

//Which is why he chose me, dummy// Hyde said to himself //You're a backwards vampire, not a scary one.// He caught himself thinking as if he was in his character already and shook off the feeling. Hyde had a hunch that he would need some serious rest and restoration by the time the movie was finished.

"What are you thinking?" Gackt suddenly said, breaking Hyde's train of thought. Hyde shrugged.

"I don't know... Just... stuff," he responded, interrupting himself with a yawn. He glanced at the clock, it read eleven thirty. Gackt nodded at him, a funny expression on his face.

"Are you very tired? I would much prefer if you didn't drive home in your current state. I have several spare rooms in which you can lodge," Gackt said, using the familiar tone he had been using and reverting back to 'business Gackt'.

"Arigato," Hyde said, standing from his seat and promptly losing his balance, tipping slightly to the side. He was a bit more than tipsy, having drunk quite a bit of beer at this point. Right before he toppled to the floor, Gackt was beside him, hoisting him back up.

Hyde was half-carred, half-dragged to a spare room somewhere in Gackt's huge house. He made made the mental note that he would be utterly lost in the morning, the dark corridors of the home gave him the impression he was in a labyrinth.

Gackt deposited Hyde on the bed and watched him worm his way under the covers and falling asleep immediately. He smiled and knelt down by the bed, looking at Hyde's face closely. Hyde was beautiful. His smooth, tan skin would have to be powdered down for the movie of course, but Gackt could enjoy it before that time.

Suddenly, he stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him. Gackt told himself he didn't think Hyde was attractive, just a beautiful person in general. He chewed on his lip and wandered back to the kitchen, cleaning it up completely before finally looking at the clock again. It was past midnight.

Gackt collapsed on the couch in his living room and fell into an uneasy sleep after a few minutes. True, he now had his full cast, but that didn't mean his problems were over.

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Hmm.. So I sorta hinted at Gakuhai. I can't wait to write about Gackt seeing the Angel Wings on his back, they're so pretty.

Any feedback is welcome!

Oh, and a warning - Hyde is totally lusting after Megumi in the next chapter, but it's supposed to be funny, not serious. If that repulses you anyway, then cringe in silence.