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Summer Challenge #6: Thirst

Written August 10th for the prompt 'Heat Wave' from the GacktJOB fics summer challenge. It's basically a sequel to Moon which I wrote in week 4. I'm sick this week, so I'm not confident of how it turned out, but my sister assures me it's fine. Description: While avoiding his bandmates, the heat helps Gackt feel alive. Takes place after 'Moon.'

Go here for Moon this makes more sense if you've read it.

Blood. Reflections. Pale. The moon. Blood. Thirst. The sun's cruel glare. Blood. It all came back to one thing. There could be only one answer.

It was hot—unbearably hot. He lay in bed, unable to sleep, the sheets tangled about in a useless mess as he stared at the darkened ceiling. He knew he should turn on the air conditioning, but couldn't bring himself to do it. The heat, which had soared to record temperatures over the last few days, was his friend. It made him feel like he might still be alive.

He wondered how You and the others were coping with the record heat, but he didn't know. Didn't reach for the phone to find out. He hadn't seen them in days—he was trying to keep it that way.

It was hard though. He hadn't realized how much he'd come to depend upon them all, but this was the only way. After what had happened with Chachamaru they probably didn't even want to see him. It wasn't like they had called him either.

Besides the loneliness, there was the lack of activity. At first, being alone was great—he had gotten lots of things done that he could do better and faster on his own—but then he'd run out of things that he could do without them beside exercise and clean his house again. He couldn't write music, he couldn't seem to think of anything, and everything he was working on already was ready for some outside opinions and maybe a test run or two. So in the end he'd been left to lethargy, and that was when the loneliness had really set in.

Heaving a sigh, he rolled over to look at the clock. It was almost morning, although it was still dark in his room because he'd drawn the curtains to block out the moon after he'd found himself staring at it for the thousandth time. He closed his eyes again, but found himself opening them and shifting restlessly after what couldn't have been even a minute.

Might as well just get up.

Was he doomed to be alone? The presence of others had begun to turn him into an unthinking animal that desired only one thing. He didn't know how long it could go on like this, but somehow it did. When he closed his eyes he saw the look of horror on You's face and heard the sound of the other man's blood thrumming in his veins.

He found himself staring at the wall again, humming a tune that he couldn't quite recognize under his breath and feeling completely lost when his phone rang. It was You. He picked it up without so much as a word.

“Hey, Gackt, you there?” You's familiar voice asked from the tiny speakers.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

“Are you okay?” You asked. “I haven't heard from you in days, and I called around and none of the other guys had either. I was starting to wonder if you'd collapsed from heatstroke or something.”

Gackt said nothing. He didn't want to admit to not being okay, but was feeling too awful to lie and say he was doing great.

“Should I come over there?” You asked.

“No,” he said hastily.

“...Okay, but you know I'll be there for you if you need anything. I know everything's been a little weird lately, but I'm sure it'll get better soon.”

He wanted to ask if Chachamaru was mad, or if You thought he'd completely lost his marbles and been going to molest the other man or what. He wanted to know if You had guessed what was going on, but he didn't say anything, just mouthed a paltry agreement to indicate that he'd remember that You had offered to help and hung up.

He wasn't ready to hear the answer to any of his questions just yet.

Every time he found an answer to one question, it seemed as if a thousand more appeared. Even the moon has fallen silent. It was silly to think it could answer him in the first place, but he wanted to know. When did it begin, and can it be stopped?

You turned up on his doorstep a few days later, as the temperatures had continued to rise to a hellish peak. He was sweaty, and his hair was flopping in his eyes making him blink uncomfortably as he stared Gackt down.

“Don't you have air conditioning in here?” He asked blithely, although the look on his face was one of obvious concern.

“I like it better this way,” Gackt said with a shrug. Then as You's expression shifted slightly towards incredulity, he added—although uncertain of the response this comment would garner, “it makes me feel alive.”

You looked at him oddly for a long moment, then sighed, “Well, you always have been a little weird, so I guess I'll accept that.”

With that, Gackt decided it was time to try and ignore the uncomfortable feelings of unspoken worries flying between them and act like everything was okay. “Did you want something to drink?”

“Sure.” You agreed, and followed him to the fridge.

You took a water, and Gackt took one as well more for the sake of hydration than because he actually wanted it.

“So, what's up with you lately anyway?” You asked, leaning back on the counter and taking a sip of his water.

“Nothing. Just tired.” Gackt said—You would think it was weird if he told him about it.

You shot him a look, “It's more than that. Seriously, we're best friends, you can tell me. What's going on?”

“What if I said I couldn't see my reflection anymore?”

“I've already said you should consider getting your eyes checked, it's not a good sign.” You said.

Gackt huffed in annoyance, “It's not like that, I can see everything else just fine, my reflection's just not there.”

You sipped his water thoughtfully, “Anything else? Or is it just the reflection? I suppose that could be because you're not getting enough sleep, I know you've been having trouble sleeping.”

Gackt took a sip of his own water, it tasted bitter. He leaned his head back to gaze at the ceiling, instead of looking at his best friend's expression. In the uncomfortable silence that followed as You waited for him to reply he could hear that odd hum that he'd heard before—You's pulse, calling to him.

He drank the water again in a vain attempt to block it out.

Finally he said, “Would you freak out if I bit you?”

You sprayed the water he'd been drinking and coughed a few times, “Wait, what?! Why would you want to bite me?”

“It's just... something I've been wanting to do lately.”

You looked decidedly concerned, and possibly a little creeped out. Finally he said in what Gackt determined to be a valiant attempt at holding up his status as true best friend he said with a shrug, “Whatever.”

At first Gackt didn't really believe his ears, “So, if I bit you, you wouldn't whack me?”

You grimaced, and shot him a glance that might have even been a little pitying, “I might if it hurt.”

Part of Gackt was screaming that he should fake a grin and say, 'Just kidding!' But this was his chance. Answer the question once and for all. He started to lean towards You, but faltered. He didn't remember how this all began, what if biting You made it happen to him, too? What if he seriously hurt him?

You flipped his hair out of his eyes and made an irritated huffing sound, “Either do it or don't. I can't handle just standing here with all this weirdness.”

He was so thirsty, and You was so close... He snapped, pulling You closer and leaning over to sink his teeth in.

A salty sweet, oddly metallic taste, warm and tangy on his tongue. When had this happened before? He doesn't remember, but surely it can't have been this good. If he takes a deep breath, inhales the thrilling scent, maybe, just maybe, he might remember.

Go here for the next fic in this sequence: Omen


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 11th, 2013 09:44 pm (UTC)
*wibbles* You're hitting all my right buttons, dear. <3333333
This is lovely ^_^
Aug. 18th, 2013 02:19 pm (UTC)
Thanks~ ^^
Aug. 15th, 2013 03:55 pm (UTC)
I love this ^^
Aug. 18th, 2013 02:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you <B
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