Just One Day | Author:
Triana | Fandom:
w-inds./GacktJOB | Rating:
G | Summary:
Read and see. | Warnings:
Does the obviously cracked-out state of my mind count? | Disclaimer: The disclaimer is here
he?" Keita muttered to himself as he traveled through the house. "Forgetful little--. I've been working with him for a year and I don't even get a lousy 'Hey, glad you haven't been killed yet.'? Clifford
He kept this running commentary going all the way through the mansion, his frustration increasing with each empty room he passed. "He's got to be in the Cave. He isn't anywhere else in the house. And his car's still here so he hasn't gone someplace. Has to be."
Sure enough, Gackt's form could be seen inside the pristine base of operations. Keita started to charge down the last few steps, intent on giving Gackt a what-for fit to spin his eyes, but something in Gackt's manner made him stop. Holding his breath, he crept closer.
"Forever thinking," Keita heard Gackt say thoughtfully. The older man's hand reached out and touched the utility belt on the most recent redesign of Keita's Super Lover costume. "Always trying to improve on that which has already proven good enough."
Keita descended another step or two, still saying nothing.
Gackt turned round. "I figured you'd be down here eventually."
"Am I interrupting something?"
Gackt smiled. "No."
"So, what's up?" Keita asked nonchalantly. He'd abruptly decided against the what-for. A more casual approach would be better. He joined his partner at the closet of sorts that contained their superhero outfits and waited for Gackt to make the next move.
They stood there for some time in a not uncomfortable silence before Gackt finally spoke again.
"You think I forgot, do you not?"
Keita flushed slightly, an embarrassed half smile about his mouth. "It crossed my mind."
"I'd wager it more than crossed your mind. I could hear you complaining all the way down here."
Keita's blush deepened.
"Another fitting is in order, I think." Gackt's eyes gave the younger boy a quick once-over. "You've grown some. The padding in the rear needs to go."
"Damn," Keita grumbled. "I hate fittings."
"Serves you right for thinking I'd forget that today marks the one year anniversary of my partner's debut."
Keita laughed softly. "Okay, okay, I was wrong."
Gackt placed a hand on the boy's shoulder affectionately. "How could I forget? A year of changes, both of us learning new things. A year of compromises, stories spun, battles fought." He paused for a moment before adding, "Besides, I've nearly been killed by you more times this past year than I have in all my years working alone."Did he--? Oh my God, he did. He just made a joke!
Keita grinned broadly at Gackt's teasing. "Not my fault you like watching my pain. Isn't there some kind of support group for people like you? 'Hi, I'm Gackt and I'm addicted to schadenfreude.' Train Wreck Syndrome Anonymous, or something."
Gackt grinned. "It's the best show in town."
Keita grabbed a crotchguard from the closet and threw it at him, winning a chuckle and the "Glad you're still here, partner" he'd been waiting for.