Title: Tsuki no Kurenai*Crimson Moon*
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chibi_warumono, Choco-chan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nothing really...
Pairings: Gackt/Miyavi
Fandom: J-rock*Gackt and Miyavi*
Disclaimer: Miyavi and Gackt do not belong to me...as much as I would love to own them.
Chapter(s): 12/45
Notes: This chapter is based on Gackt and where he is, what's going on with him...all that good stuffs. ^^ Just...yeah. Enjoy!
Notes #2: AU, MPREG, and slash, initially. Violence, drama, angst, blood/gore in later chapters. Don't like, don't read, eh?
Gackt groaned softly, opening his eyes. Where am I? Looking around, he found he was in a room shaded in reds and blacks. Mana… Sitting up, he squeaked as he was pulled back slightly.
“What the-?”
Feeling his neck, he found a semi-tight leather collar adorning his neck, a chain leading to the nearest wall attached to the collar. Trying to remove it, he whined softly. A door opened, revealing a man clad in an elegant black leather dress. Eyes locked onto him.
“You’re up.” He smiled, closing the door, and walking to Gackt. Sitting on the rather small bed, he smiled again. “You’ve been out for quite some time.”
“Where am I?”
“Mana sent you here.” The man shrugged nonchalantly. “This is the local white witch slavery where black witches can adopt white witches and use them for whatever they want to.”
Gackt stiffened, knowing some of those uses. A knock on the door caused both people of the room to look at the door. The man smiled, and stood, going to the door and opening it. “Yes?”
“Someone requested for this witch,” the one at the door said.
The man smiled, turning to Gackt. “You’ve been sold,” he said.
Gackt frowned, curling up. The man walked to Gackt. “Come on. We need to dress you correctly instead of the rags you have on now.”
Gackt’s frown deepened, shaking his head. The man scowled, taking hold of the chain and tugging Gackt to the door. Gackt resisted slightly, but allowed to be tugged out of the room.
“I knew I had good fashion!” The man smiled, brushing down the outfit Gackt wore. Gackt blushed crimson. Being dressed in tight leather short shorts, transparent shirt, fishnet thigh-highs, knee-high platforms, and tight leather collar caused such blush to appear on his face. “Your hair needs work, though.” He sat Gackt down and began fussing with his hair. A person walked in, scowling at the man fussing with Gackt's hair.
"What are you doing?"
The man looked up. "Making him look positively sexy and practically fuck-a-ble," he replied, smiling.
The other rolled his eyes, noticing the pout on Gackt's lips. "Don't worry, Satoru-kun," he said. "The person who bought you is actually really nice if you obey him."
Gackt's pout deepened, his mind wandering over many things.
Hey, look! I found the ever elusive Gackt!
Gackt blinked, eyebrows creasing.
Gacchan! It's me, Atier. Miyavi's, uhm, phoenix.
A gentle tug to his neck and Gackt stood.
I never liked these places...black witches selling off white witches to other black witches and let them do what they want to you. This is not a good thing you're in, Gacchan...but might I add, you look damn sexy.
Gackt blushed pink, closing his eyes briefly as he was met with the bright light of the lobby.
"Mr. Takarai," the man said, tugging on Gackt's chain. "This is the white witch you bought, yes?"
Mr. Takarai smiled and stood, walking up to Gackt. "Yes, this is the one," he replied, looking Gackt over.
Gackt blushed under such an intense gaze. Mr. Takarai smiled, taking the chain from the man. "My payment, as you know, will come later," he said, tugging on Gackt's chain. "I bid you good day."
The man nodded as Mr. Takarai walked out with Gackt in tow.
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One hour, and three miles later, Gackt was tugged into Mr. Takarai's home. Standing in the hallway, unsure of what to do, he took in his surroundings.
"Satou-kun," Mr. Takarai's voice came from behind Gackt. "Please, remove your shoes and make yourself comfy in the living room." He went into a room off to the right then, muttering something.
Gackt's brows furrowed, but obliged, removing his shoes and walking into the living room, sitting on the floor as to not mar the perfect furniture. Looking around again, he saw some photos on the mantle above the small fireplace. Tilting his head, he let his eyes wander to the doorway slightly open. Must be Takarai-sama's room... He mentally beat himself for getting into this mess, but sighed softly, hanging his head.
Mr. Takarai returned from the room he was in, holding some pajama bottoms and a shirt. He frowned when he saw Gackt on the floor.
"Didn't I tell you to make yourself comfy?" Gackt jumped, looking at Mr. Takarai.
"Gomen, Takarai-sama," he said, hanging his head. "I didn't want to sit on your furniture, fearing I would mar it with my hideous body."
Mr. Takarai smiled slightly, walking up to Gackt and kneeling. "Don't berate yourself, Satou-kun," he said. "Here. Go change." He stood. "I hate when they dress you up in such...disgusting clothes." He shivered, handing Gackt the pajama pants and bottom. "The bathroom's the door on the right before the front door." He pointed, showing Gackt exactly which door it was. "And for future reference." Gackt looked at him as he stood. "Call me Haido."
Gackt nodded, going to the bathroom, grateful he was able to take off the clothes they gave him.
~TBC!
Ending Notes: So...I was saying I was gonna put this up Friday...and it's Thursday. -blinkblink- DAMN YOU, BRAIN! -pokes with q-tip- You're fucking with my days, stoppit! >.< Yeah...Gakuhai! -squee- I had to put it in here somewhere...I support such things 100%. -nodnod- ...I now have plot bunnies running in my head, making plot twists...GAKUHAIEEV!! -squeeflail- XD </ends>
Miss any chapters?
[Chapter 1] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 9]
[Chapter 2] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 10]
[Chapter 3] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 11]
[Chapter 4] [Chapter 8]
Author:
chibi_warumono, Choco-chanRating: PG-13
Warnings: Nothing really...
Pairings: Gackt/Miyavi
Fandom: J-rock*Gackt and Miyavi*
Disclaimer: Miyavi and Gackt do not belong to me...as much as I would love to own them.
Chapter(s): 12/45
Notes: This chapter is based on Gackt and where he is, what's going on with him...all that good stuffs. ^^ Just...yeah. Enjoy!
Notes #2: AU, MPREG, and slash, initially. Violence, drama, angst, blood/gore in later chapters. Don't like, don't read, eh?
Gackt groaned softly, opening his eyes. Where am I? Looking around, he found he was in a room shaded in reds and blacks. Mana… Sitting up, he squeaked as he was pulled back slightly.
“What the-?”
Feeling his neck, he found a semi-tight leather collar adorning his neck, a chain leading to the nearest wall attached to the collar. Trying to remove it, he whined softly. A door opened, revealing a man clad in an elegant black leather dress. Eyes locked onto him.
“You’re up.” He smiled, closing the door, and walking to Gackt. Sitting on the rather small bed, he smiled again. “You’ve been out for quite some time.”
“Where am I?”
“Mana sent you here.” The man shrugged nonchalantly. “This is the local white witch slavery where black witches can adopt white witches and use them for whatever they want to.”
Gackt stiffened, knowing some of those uses. A knock on the door caused both people of the room to look at the door. The man smiled, and stood, going to the door and opening it. “Yes?”
“Someone requested for this witch,” the one at the door said.
The man smiled, turning to Gackt. “You’ve been sold,” he said.
Gackt frowned, curling up. The man walked to Gackt. “Come on. We need to dress you correctly instead of the rags you have on now.”
Gackt’s frown deepened, shaking his head. The man scowled, taking hold of the chain and tugging Gackt to the door. Gackt resisted slightly, but allowed to be tugged out of the room.
“I knew I had good fashion!” The man smiled, brushing down the outfit Gackt wore. Gackt blushed crimson. Being dressed in tight leather short shorts, transparent shirt, fishnet thigh-highs, knee-high platforms, and tight leather collar caused such blush to appear on his face. “Your hair needs work, though.” He sat Gackt down and began fussing with his hair. A person walked in, scowling at the man fussing with Gackt's hair.
"What are you doing?"
The man looked up. "Making him look positively sexy and practically fuck-a-ble," he replied, smiling.
The other rolled his eyes, noticing the pout on Gackt's lips. "Don't worry, Satoru-kun," he said. "The person who bought you is actually really nice if you obey him."
Gackt's pout deepened, his mind wandering over many things.
Hey, look! I found the ever elusive Gackt!
Gackt blinked, eyebrows creasing.
Gacchan! It's me, Atier. Miyavi's, uhm, phoenix.
A gentle tug to his neck and Gackt stood.
I never liked these places...black witches selling off white witches to other black witches and let them do what they want to you. This is not a good thing you're in, Gacchan...but might I add, you look damn sexy.
Gackt blushed pink, closing his eyes briefly as he was met with the bright light of the lobby.
"Mr. Takarai," the man said, tugging on Gackt's chain. "This is the white witch you bought, yes?"
Mr. Takarai smiled and stood, walking up to Gackt. "Yes, this is the one," he replied, looking Gackt over.
Gackt blushed under such an intense gaze. Mr. Takarai smiled, taking the chain from the man. "My payment, as you know, will come later," he said, tugging on Gackt's chain. "I bid you good day."
The man nodded as Mr. Takarai walked out with Gackt in tow.
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
One hour, and three miles later, Gackt was tugged into Mr. Takarai's home. Standing in the hallway, unsure of what to do, he took in his surroundings.
"Satou-kun," Mr. Takarai's voice came from behind Gackt. "Please, remove your shoes and make yourself comfy in the living room." He went into a room off to the right then, muttering something.
Gackt's brows furrowed, but obliged, removing his shoes and walking into the living room, sitting on the floor as to not mar the perfect furniture. Looking around again, he saw some photos on the mantle above the small fireplace. Tilting his head, he let his eyes wander to the doorway slightly open. Must be Takarai-sama's room... He mentally beat himself for getting into this mess, but sighed softly, hanging his head.
Mr. Takarai returned from the room he was in, holding some pajama bottoms and a shirt. He frowned when he saw Gackt on the floor.
"Didn't I tell you to make yourself comfy?" Gackt jumped, looking at Mr. Takarai.
"Gomen, Takarai-sama," he said, hanging his head. "I didn't want to sit on your furniture, fearing I would mar it with my hideous body."
Mr. Takarai smiled slightly, walking up to Gackt and kneeling. "Don't berate yourself, Satou-kun," he said. "Here. Go change." He stood. "I hate when they dress you up in such...disgusting clothes." He shivered, handing Gackt the pajama pants and bottom. "The bathroom's the door on the right before the front door." He pointed, showing Gackt exactly which door it was. "And for future reference." Gackt looked at him as he stood. "Call me Haido."
Gackt nodded, going to the bathroom, grateful he was able to take off the clothes they gave him.
~TBC!
Ending Notes: So...I was saying I was gonna put this up Friday...and it's Thursday. -blinkblink- DAMN YOU, BRAIN! -pokes with q-tip- You're fucking with my days, stoppit! >.< Yeah...Gakuhai! -squee- I had to put it in here somewhere...I support such things 100%. -nodnod- ...I now have plot bunnies running in my head, making plot twists...GAKUHAIEEV!! -squeeflail- XD </ends>
Miss any chapters?
[Chapter 1] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 9]
[Chapter 2] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 10]
[Chapter 3] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 11]
[Chapter 4] [Chapter 8]
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