"C'Etait Toi"

 

Author's Notes:  Things are heatin' up! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"...Me revoici

Cherchant ton visage

Et je realize

Que je devrais en chercher une autre

C'Etait toi..."

 - Billy Joel, "C'Etait Toi"

 

 

 

 

[Masa's POV]

 

I look up at him, stunned.  I can't move from my spot on the bed.  He bought her a ring.  And not just any ring, mind you.  Oh, no.

 

A DIAMOND ring.

 

An ENGAGEMENT ring.  He's going to propose to her tonight when he goes over. 

 

God give me strength...

 

"Why?" I ask, still recovering from the initial shock.

 

"What do you mean, 'why?'  Because I love her and I'm willing to spend the rest of my life with her, that's why.  What other reason do I need?"

 

The words are choked in the back of my throat.  "Isn't...Isn't this a bit...a bit fast?" I stutter.  "Shouldn't you talk to her about it?  Or...something...?"  I hope he doesn’t notice how desperately I'm trying to divert this transaction.

 

He looks at me, confused.

 

Good, I have his attention.  "I mean...what if she doesn't WANT to get married yet?  Or maybe...maybe..."

 

"Masa...I've TALKED to her over this past week and a half.  I know what she would want."  He turns to head out the door.

 

"What if you're making a mistake?" I blurt out.  He stops short and stares at me through amber-tinted glasses.  "What if...What if she's NOT the one.  What if it's someone else and you're abandoning them and..."  My voice dies on me under his harsh gaze.

 

"I'm not making a mistake."  He sounds so resolute.

 

Tears brim in my eyes and I bite my lip till I taste blood.  /I love you Gaku!/ 

 

Silence envelopes the room.  Looking up at his shocked face, I realize I've confessed aloud. 

 

K'so.

 

"Gaku...I..." I hesitate, as he marches back over to him and grabs me, taking my face in his hands. 

 

We stare at each other for a long time before he murmurs, "Masa...I love you very much: as an artist, as a dear, dear friend...but I could never...NEVER...love you the way you want to be loved."  And with that, he releases me and marches back, once again, to the door.  Opening it, he takes a step out...

 

"It'll never work!" I cry, but as soon as the words fly, I suddenly regret my outburst.

 

He gapes at me.  "Nani?"

 

"It'll never work!  She'll never love you!  And you're always away - no wonder none of you relationships never work out.  It's always the work, always the music, always the image when there's so much more right in front of you.  Right fucking in front of you!"  I spread my arms.  My anger has reached a fever pitch.  I see red.  Only red.  Red and clouds and tears.  "I would do anything for you Gaku - ANYTHING.  I've worshipped the fucking ground that you walk on ever since you told me to fucking 'follow you' back to fucking Japan.  I had nothing.  Nothing!  You were my hope, my light, my savior, my everything.  All I had is you.  All I have NOW is you.  And only you."  By now my fury has died and has given way to sadness as the first tears fall, leaving chilled, glistening trails down my flushed cheeks.  "When everyone sneered at turned away [1], you were there.  You took me and what little I had of a life and brought me home so I could share in whatever dream world you created.  And I wanted it.  Because I wanted you.  Because I loved you."  He hasn't moved from his position at the door.  "...because I love you..." I can barely breathe, the tears choke me so...

 

There is a momentous pause...

 

He steps out, closing the door behind him.

 

With a stifled cry, I collapse onto the bed, bury my face in the comforter, feeling my heart and soul die within me.

 

*****

 

He took her face in his hands and whispered urgently, desperately, "I love you...Je t'adore...Ai shiteru...How many ways do you want me to say it before you believe me?"

 

She could only stare and shake her head, her lips moving, searching for words.  "...I...I can't."

 

"Nani...?" She fought to keep her eyes locked with his.  The pain in those dark pools was unbearable. 

 

"I can't."

 

"Why?"  He drew back, numb.

 

"I have lots of good reasons why we shouldn't it's just...that...I can't string any of them together to form a coherent sentence."

 

"Good reasons?"  He didn't believe her.  "Good reasons why...we shouldn't get married."

 

"Yes."

 

"And...why we can't fall in love."

 

"Yes."

 

"And...why I came all this way...just to leave more alone than I was before."

 

".........Gaku...I..."

 

He moved toward her and pressed a shaking finger to her lips, whispering, "Sh...I understand..."  Walking to door, he took hold of handle, stopped, and turned to her again.  "You know...when I first met you so many years ago...I was yours.  I fell in love with you right then and there."  He looked away, jaw clenching, Adam's apple bobbing.  "All these years...all I ever wanted was to see you again...like this...like we did...And..." He looked back up at her, his eyes brimming with unshed tears held painfully in check.  "...I've been granted that wish time and time again these last two weeks...and I should be happy...demo..."  He fought for control, turning away towards the door, closing his eyes, but didn't move otherwise.

 

Laurette walked over to him and took his hand in one of hers and with the other stroked his cheek.  "...Gaku..."

 

Opening his eyes and looking down at her, he once again took her face in hands, fighting for words but failed.  "...Demo..."  He searched her eyes.

 

Smiling tearfully, she leaned up to him as they kissed, holding each other close. 

 

Whispering in her ear, he begged, "Just once more...let me hold you..."

 

She looked up into his eyes to find them beautiful but sad.  With the briefest of kisses, she lead him to her room.

 

He poured his soul into his caresses, pleading with Fate to let the night last forever.

 

*****

 

Gackt awoke the next day to an empty bed.  Alone again...?  Sitting up, he dutifully made the bed and folded the clothes left on the polished wooden floor. 

 

Hearing voices down on the first floor, he padded out of the room and to the balcony, overlooking the floor below, and leaned against the railing.  He gasped.

 

There was a man - another man - entwined in Laurette'ss< arms.  He swung her around the room in dizzying patterns.  Laughter bubbled up from between her lips.  It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard...

 

She pulled away from the other with a smile and looked up at him.  "So what are you doing back so soon?"

 

"I got leave.  I'm due back in a few days though, so we'll have to be quick," he stated, winking before lunging to plant hungry kisses along her neck.

 

"Wait, wait..."  She once again pulled away from him.  "You got leave?  How?  You weren't supposed to come home for another week or more."

 

"I know, but my boss thought I'd been working like a mule these past two weeks --"

 

"Two weeks..." Gackt whispered.  "He must have left just before I arrived.  How convenient, ne, Laurette?  You played us both..."

 

"-- night on the town or come visit you.  Guess which one I picked."  She smiled joyfully and swung her arms around his neck.  "Hey," he murmured, "Why don't we hop a ride to the beach or the mall or something?  I'll treat ya to dinner and everything!"

 

"You expect a tip, of course?" Laurette hinted.

 

"You bet.  Hey, I've gotta go unpack."

 

"You mean you haven't been home yet?"

 

"Of course not!  I came here first thing since the plane ride!"  He flashed a beautiful smile.  With one final embrace, he kissed her goodbye and told her he would be back to pick her up in half an hour. 

 

Just as the man left the house, Gackt turned and shut the door to the bedroom none too softly, and dressed.

 

*****

 

"Who is he?"

 

"What?"  The question caught her off-guard.  Sitting in a chair facing the wall, back to her, was Gackt, his head tipped back to the ceiling, his body dressed, the clothes hanging at awkward angles from his disheveled form.

 

"Who is he?"

 

She paused for a bit, but answered truthfully.  "He's my fiancé - Michael."

 

The next question was barely above a whisper but floated far across the sparse room, borne by the gentle breeze from the windows.  "...How long...?"

 

"About six months.  He's been away on business with the company."

 

He was silent for some time.  But then, when he next spoke, heartbreak was articulated through every syllable.  "Why didn't you tell me...?"

 

"I...I didn't want to hurt you...I didn't want to push you away...and..."

 

"...And..."

 

"I loved you..."

 

"'Loved?'  As in no longer..."

 

"That's not what I meant..."

 

"I know...I loved you too...I still do."

 

"Even after all of this...?"

 

"...Yes."

 

"Why?"

 

"I don't know...Such a hurful thing love is, ne?  I'll leave now.  I apologize for any problems I've caused between you and your fiance..."  The man turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

 

"Gakuto..." Laurette's voice was hollow in the unfeeling emptiness of the pristine room.  "...Je m'excuse..."

 

*****

 

[Gackt's POV]

 

I left her house in a hurry.  I dressed, we talked, I left. 

 

I drive a few km towards town and pull off to the side of the road and step out.  Standing on the shoulder, I light a cigarette and sit on the hood to get myself under control.

 

Everyone comes to a point in their life when they have to make a choice.  Whether to live or die.  Love or hate.  Go or stay.  But...sometimes those choices are made for us.  Circumstance and Fate play cruel tricks on the human heart.

 

I've come to this point.  However, I am also one whose life seems to be predestined.  Laurette is engaged.  Michael is her fiancé.  And me...?  I missed my chance seven years ago.

 

I look up at the sky.  Gray.  Everything's gray.  Gray, dull, lifeless.  How convenient.  That's how I feel right now - gray.  Devoid of any life.  My body's chilled.  I'm cold...my skin's a shell.

 

"Ao sora..."

 

Laurette...I gave you everything I could give and I would give more if I had the chance.  But I don't.  You belong to another...another who is most likely more worthy of your love than I am.  What can I give you?  You already have my heart, my mind, my love, my body...Hell, you have my soul as well.

 

Maybe that's why I feel so empty...

 

It's doesn't matter.  Take it.  Take all of it.

 

...And be happy...

 

 

 

 

[1] "When everyone sneered at turned away..." = Ano...this is a bit of a spoiler for a 'What-was-Masa-like-before-JOB' fic that's still only in planning.  Just assume his life sucked.