Author's Notes: Okay, you made it through the first part.  Once again, this is the age old, Gackt-goes-off-to-find-love-in-France-doesn't-find-it-finds-it-elsewhere-insead fic...Okay, I lied - it's not as age old as I said it was.  Anyway, I'd appreciate any and all reviews.

"...Me revoici

Cherchant ton visage

Et je realize

Que je devrais en chercher une autre

C'Etait toi..."

 - Billy Joel, "C'Etait Toi"

Gackt slowly opened his eyes against the harsh sunlight.  But...there wasn't any pain.  In fact, everything was tinted a peaceful amber.  So I have my glasses on...that explains why my eyes don't hurt...but...why...?

He turned to his left to find You fast asleep in the seat next to him.  Turning to his right, he almost slammed into an oval window.  Kind of like the ones on airplanes...  Gackt frowned.  Wait a minute...

"You!" he hissed, jabbing the other man in the ribs.  "Why are we on a plane?"  The only response You gave was to turn away and curl up in the tiniest ball Gackt had ever seen.  For a man so tall...  "You - "

"Don't wake him up!" murmured Chacha as he sat down beside his lover.  "He just fell asleep a few minutes ago."

"Chachamaru, your perspective of time is thoroughly distorted," observed Masa who had unbuckled his lap belt and was peering over the back of Gackt's seat.  Chacha simply sneered playfully at the younger man.

"Fine.  I won't wake You.  Why are we on a plane?"

"We...are going on vacation...like I said earlier.  Remember?" Ren stated, bobbing his head to the music coming at a low roar through the headphones, which hung around his neck.

"Why?"

"Because you need a break Gaku."

"We all do," added Toshi who reclined in the seat next to Ren, glancing over the edge of the book he was reading.  He idly turned a page.

"Not to mention that your health is starting to falter again.  Now, I know the doctors and nurses are nice and all, but you have to stop visiting them so often," quipped Masa.

Gackt sat, thinking.  Pursing his lips, he pondered his situation.  So they were on 'vacation' on a plane flying...where?...  "Where exactly are we?"

"At the moment?" inquired Chacha, casually toying with a strand of You's hair.

"Hai..."

"Judging by how long we've been flying, I'd say we've got another hour or so until we land in Lyons," said Toshi glancing at his watch.

"Thank God...My ass is killing me and I don't know how much longer I can sit in this seat," Ren groaned, grimacing as he squirmed.

Masa looked back at his companion.  "And I'M sick of hearing you complain.  The seats aren't THAT bad."

"Yeah.  You seems comfortable enough..." observed Chacha.  He brushed away a few strands of brown hair, which had fallen to obscure his lover's face.

"Chacha, might I remind you that your koibito demonstrates miraculous feats of contortion?" Ren replied dryly.

"Boys, boys..." Toshi butted in.  "How old are you both again?"

"Not old enough apparently..." Masa trailed off.

Gackt blinked.  "Lyons?"

The other four turned and stared at their dumbfounded leader.  "Yes Gaku - Lyons," Toshi confirmed.

This took some time to sink in.  "As in France?"

"Hai - as in France - as in Lyons, France."

This also took some time to sink in.  "Since when did we talk about coming here?!"

"Yesterday," the others replied.

"We've been flying ever since," Ren commented.

"And do try to keep your voice down, Gaku.  We don't want people to stare too much," added Chacha.

"And I said this was okay?"

"Hai - yesterday," the others responded in uunison once again.

"In fact, you seemed quite amiable about coming," Toshi mentioned, turning another page in his book.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh," Ren stated, nodding while pulling a stack of papers from the pocket on the back of You's seat.  "I printed out the history.  You're online correspondent said she'd pick us up when we arrived..."  Gackt took the papers from the bassist and looked over the instant messenger history.  "However, I don't think we'll all fit into her car.  So...you can go ride with your female friend while the rest of us cram into a rental."  Gackt didn't respond.  "Gaku...?"

"...Why don't I remember any of this...?" Gackt whispered as he scanned over the printed words.  His eyes snapped up to stare at his friends.  "You drugged me, didn't you?! "  The others exchanged nervous glances.

"If we say yes...?"  Masa asked.  The men watched with visible apprehension as the muscles in Gackt's jaw clenched and his Adam's Apple bobbed frantically, his hands clenching around the defenseless white paper.  Ren and Masa cowered from the impending fury of their leader.

Leaning over the still sleeping You, Chacha confided, "Gaku, if you're going to give us Hell, wait until we check into the hotel - "

"Or at least get into the airport," Toshi interrupted.

" - I'm sure the other passengers don't want to see a thoroughly-enraged visual kei artist.  So...sit back, relax, and yell at us when we get there," the guitarist declared, desperately attempting to calm the other man before he did something extremely imprudent.

Gackt sighed.  It's not like I have a choice, he thought as he sat back and waited for descent.

*****

Laurette sat in the terminal reading a rather mind-numbing woman's magazine.  "Lose 10 pounds in a week"... "Cheap and easy make-overs"... "101 things that will make him burn"...Oh, please, what a bunch of bullshit.  Who actually believes any of this stuff?  She looked up at the sound of ripping paper.  The woman a few seats down was furtively tearing out an article from another magazine with similar headlines every now and again glancing around to see if anyone noticed.  When her eyes met Laurette's inquisitive gaze, she blushed and smiled sadly.  Laurette blinked and averted her dark eyes.  I'll give her the benefit of the doubt and pretend it's one of those home improvement magazines...

Glancing at her watch, Laurette sighed.  Flying for at least fourteen hours just to get here today...You idiot...If this is how you begin ALL of your vacations, Gaku, no wonder they send you to a hospital to relax...

"Excusez moi, Mesdames et messieurs.  Le vol 148 de Suisse a justé débarqué," the attendant stated over the close-circuit loud speaker.

Finally, Laurette thought as she tossed the monotonous magazine on the seat next to her.  Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a compact, flipped up the lid, and regarded herself in the mirror.  A little more lipstick...a tad more concealer...there.  Parfait.

"You're wearing a generic sweater and khakis.  Why bother with touch-ups?"  Startled, Laurette looked up at the familiar voice.  Adrienne Javert stood before her in all her designer-brand glory.  Her bleached, blond hair was styled in the latest fashion and dark sunglasses hid her brilliant, contact lens-enhanced emerald eyes.  Contrasting horrendously against the woman's creamy complexion, her ruby red lips twisted up in a mocking smile.

Laurette loathed her.  Adrienne's very presence made the older woman's blood boil.  And I was having such a GOOD day...  Snapping the compact's lid shut and shoving it back into her purse, Laurette bit back the harsh words that threatened to flow from her lips.  "Why do I bother?  Because looking good is merely a hobby of mine...unlike some people."

Adrienne glared behind her shades.  Her perfectly waxed eyebrows dipped down towards her beak-like nose.  "You should take your modeling career more seriously.  It's all you've got."

And I could take YOUR modeling career and shove it up your ass, you stupid whore.  Laurette instead smiled and said as sweetly as possible through gritted teeth, "And you should realize that there is more to life than make-up, men, and posing in front of a camera all day."

Adrienne ignored the jab and ran her manicured fingers through her hair as she sat down next to the other woman.  "You never make yourself up around other people.  Least of all Michael..."

With Michael, EVERYTHING'S different...  "I don't because I'm confident around other people."

"And you're not confident with this guy from...Jamaica...?"

"Japan."

"Whatever."

"No, I'm not."

"Pourquoi pas? "

"Because..."  Why am I....?  "Because...he throws me for a loop; he's eccentric and he confuses me.  I figure, if he's going to baffle me, I might as well be decent to look at."  Silence reigned as Adrienne attempted to comprehend Laurette's logic.  "Why are you here anyway?"  Va-t-en...S'il vous plait?

"Oh...I thought I'd help you carpool."

Oh no you don't...  "They're getting a rental."

"Laurie, darling...They're strange men in a strange land.  Do you seriously think they'll be able to rent a car much less survive the ride to the hotel?  At this hour?   After they're trip?"

You bitch...  "Musicians like them are considerably more competent then your common male counterpart, Adrienne."  The other opened her painted mouth to object.  "However, I can see the reason there...Alright...you can help me get them situated, but promise me you'll leave them alone, alright?  Don't harass them."  Curb your pheromones and no one gets hurt...

"Alright."

"Trés bien."