Ah, well, Lei sent me this new fic-table and Gackt's still the main character. So I'll start with the last one on the list;-

15;. You Do Something To Me that I can’t Explain, So would it be out of line if I said I missed you?

He took a long drag from his cigarette, signifying annoyance, irritation. He held his head in his hands; most of the time, it didn’t take long for him to come up with words that captivate an audience. It didn’t take too much time for him to amaze, perform, inspire.

But it seemed now that he was failing more than ever. He was frustrated, admittedly. Nothing was good enough, nothing was perfect for Gackt Camui. That’s partly the reason why he kept private matters private, why he kept his age, his name, mostly himself out of the public eye. Because the real him wasn’t perfect.

Arrogant. He was such an arrogant person, his on stage persona sold that story. Because on stage, he knew he owned the world, he dazzled the audience, enchanted the crowd. Everything around him wasn’t up to par from where he’s standing because he was God. Because when it was his concerts, usually he’d feel like Davey Havok and all his rubber ducky goodness on stage. Nothing stopped him, nothing defeats him, nothing beats Gackt Camui.

“I may respect you as musician, but that doesn’t mean that I like you as a person.”

But when he was himself, the make-up gone, the clothes discarded, he was beaten; Gackt Camui defeated.

Then he realised. He realised that no one has ever made him feel as bad as he did now. No one has even made him feel as worthless, senseless, dejected. Because every time, every single time, even after he has taken off his façade, Gackt never fails. Gackt never misses. And most importantly, Gackt never falls. But Gackt fell.

Camui fell hard.

Because when he acted as if he didn’t have a care in the world of what she said, he was in actual denial. Not in denial of his abilities, of his talents. But himself. He wanted to protect himself. To be selfish, egocentric. Because that was Gackt, it was who he was. And having someone barge into his space and taking over it without even him realising it, that was his weakness.

And to most people, and himself, Gackt Camui does not have a weakness.

He seemed to have lost himself in his own thoughts, maybe drowning in what seemed to be an ugly truth, and he failed to see where he was at this very moment. Helpless in front of her porch, the soft glow tracing his features ever so gently, his arms hanging by his side; defenseless.

He traced the teak door that secured her from the night, contemplating his options. He could leave; a coward in all sense of the word- leaving what he wanted behind. What he ever longed for, what he craved for now.

Or he could knock on that door(or knock it down as a whole), gather all the courage he has, and stand up for what he believes in. Stand up for himself, stand up to her. And most importantly to capture her. Control, dictate, dominate.

He left.

And finally he found his weakness. He found the one thing that he cannot succeed in. Because his courage wears off, his arrogance ceasing, just at the thought of her. He was not amused by the sudden change in character. He was not enjoying the feeling of lost.

But he was Gackt Camui. And one day, no matter how she dominated him, no matter how she controlled his feelings, dictated his moves, he will reign as victor. Because he believed that he will win. Her heart.

Ah, well, Lei sent me this new fic-table and Gackt's still the main character. So I'll start with the last one on the list;-

15;. You Do Something To Me that I can’t Explain, So would it be out of line if I said I missed you?

He took a long drag from his cigarette, signifying annoyance, irritation. He held his head in his hands; most of the time, it didn’t take long for him to come up with words that captivate an audience. It didn’t take too much time for him to amaze, perform, inspire.

But it seemed now that he was failing more than ever. He was frustrated, admittedly. Nothing was good enough, nothing was perfect for Gackt Camui. That’s partly the reason why he kept private matters private, why he kept his age, his name, mostly himself out of the public eye. Because the real him wasn’t perfect.

Arrogant. He was such an arrogant person, his on stage persona sold that story. Because on stage, he knew he owned the world, he dazzled the audience, enchanted the crowd. Everything around him wasn’t up to par from where he’s standing because he was God. Because when it was his concerts, usually he’d feel like Davey Havok and all his rubber ducky goodness on stage. Nothing stopped him, nothing defeats him, nothing beats Gackt Camui.

“I may respect you as musician, but that doesn’t mean that I like you as a person.”

But when he was himself, the make-up gone, the clothes discarded, he was beaten; Gackt Camui defeated.

Then he realised. He realised that no one has ever made him feel as bad as he did now. No one has even made him feel as worthless, senseless, dejected. Because every time, every single time, even after he has taken off his façade, Gackt never fails. Gackt never misses. And most importantly, Gackt never falls. But Gackt fell.

Camui fell hard.

Because when he acted as if he didn’t have a care in the world of what she said, he was in actual denial. Not in denial of his abilities, of his talents. But himself. He wanted to protect himself. To be selfish, egocentric. Because that was Gackt, it was who he was. And having someone barge into his space and taking over it without even him realising it, that was his weakness.

And to most people, and himself, Gackt Camui does not have a weakness.

He seemed to have lost himself in his own thoughts, maybe drowning in what seemed to be an ugly truth, and he failed to see where he was at this very moment. Helpless in front of her porch, the soft glow tracing his features ever so gently, his arms hanging by his side; defenseless.

He traced the teak door that secured her from the night, contemplating his options. He could leave; a coward in all sense of the word- leaving what he wanted behind. What he ever longed for, what he craved for now.

Or he could knock on that door(or knock it down as a whole), gather all the courage he has, and stand up for what he believes in. Stand up for himself, stand up to her. And most importantly to capture her. Control, dictate, dominate.

He left.

And finally he found his weakness. He found the one thing that he cannot succeed in. Because his courage wears off, his arrogance ceasing, just at the thought of her. He was not amused by the sudden change in character. He was not enjoying the feeling of lost.

But he was Gackt Camui. And one day, no matter how she dominated him, no matter how she controlled his feelings, dictated his moves, he will reign as victor. Because he believed that he will win. Her heart.