Part One – Hatred-
Note: umm…this is my first Glay
fic, I got inspired by Mako-chan’s Glay fics…and also the kawaii pic
of Jiro and Hisashi on Take-chan’s wall…^^ they looked sooo adorable!!
Wah! Anyways…I better try and write this fic…^^
I want that lovely dream of mine to
come true, the one that occurs at least once a week… I love that dream,
it’s so gentle, sweet and unreal, that’s why I want that one to come
true. Because it never would, would it? What I love about it is how it’s
so like manga, everything is black and white, and I can see me, a cartoon
image of me sitting reading the newspaper at the table. Then for some
reason I look up and your there, a serious expression across your face as
you walk in.
I stop reading and just stare at you,
as you sexily walk over to me, a sexy pout across your lips. In moments
you are beside me, a gentle warmth against my leg and the something
happens, I’m not sure how it starts. The chair scrapes across the floor
loudly, but that’s not important, your leaning down as I lean up,
somehow our mouths press together at the right time… Your arms slip
around me and you tightly hold me as the kiss deepens…
Tell me the meaning of happiness?
Blue hair greets me, as I walk into the
studio, it’s quite odd that he is here earlier than Takuro. His eyes
coldly flicker over to me and then away again, ahh, typical Hisashi… It
always amuses me how much he hates me. It’s not like I ever did anything
to him to make him hate me, and yet he does, I can see it so easily in his
eyes when he sees me… That icy gleam of disaproval as he looks me over
with his eyes that seem capable of stripping me, but maybe that’s just
But what amuses me even more is when
Takuro scolds him for being so cold to me and he is forced to be civil,
the expressions his face makes cracks me up, the fakeness of that smile
and his words to me, "gomen ne, Jiro-san!" I feel like laughing
in his face and kissing him. Oh don’t mistake me, not because I care for
him, of course not! It’s just…well…I’d love to see his reaction,
that’s all. I could never ever like anyone with blue hair…ever…
Hisashi looks incredibly bored and of
course pissed off too. Why? I’m guessing it’s because I am here,
he’s here and no one else is. He loves to walk in late, that snug
supercilious grin across his face as he prances in, late, Takuro rolls his
eyes and Teru blushes… He loves to be late, he loves to be the one not
missing out on a single second of sleep. He loves to make us wait for him
whilst he catches up on his sleep. I hate to admit it, but I admire him
for it. Even if no one else does, I do, even if Hisashi does hate me. Who
cares? I certainly don’t hate him!
What made him come early? Why today?
Don’t tell me, no way, Hisashi couldn’t sleep? Hmmm…
"Hisa-chan…" haha…I love
to see him cringe, I know he hates it when I call to him in that
sickeningly sweet voice. Ooh…he’s looking at me now, icy cool eyes
staring straight at me, if looks could kill, man, there would not be a
single piece of me left…
I can feel hatred boring into me,
through his voice and gaze, but it’s relatively to shrug off. With a
smug smile I turn back to him…
"Why are you here so early?
Couldn’t sleep?" I teasingly say with a smirk pasted across my
"None of your business." He
turns away glaring, and I can’t help but smile triumphantly, that hit
the spot, definitely. Look at that glare, icy and cold enough to melt
Teru’s heart for sure. God knows what Teru sees, but the grumpier
Hisashi is the more he seems to adore him. Just plain odd…
I wish I knew what he was thinking…I
wish he wouldn’t be so cold to me. What did I do to deserve his hate?
Jiro. A name that fills me with hate. A
person that I hate so much, he stopped me from sleeping because…I
couldn’t get him out of my mind. Imagine that, the person you hate the
most in the world, filling your dreams with smirks and teasing smiles.
More than enough to make me gag. More than enough to make me sick…sick
to the pit of my stomach.
If spending a night thinking about him
wasn’t bad enough, he naturally, I guess just to piss me off, had to be
next person in after me. How shitty was that? Oh and by some miracle,
Takuro had the nerve to sleep in today as well, where was Teru? Who knows?
I swear Jiro must be psychic, he even knew why I was so early. How the
others can stand him is just totally beyond me.
At least Teru is here now. He’s
smiling as he walks over to him, sitting beside me and leaning in close.
Ahh…Teru really knows how to cheer me up, he knows the right things to
say. But it’s not working today, I can feel Jiro staring at me, his eyes
flickering over me, what is his problem? I can always feel when he looks
at me, maybe it’s because I hate him so much?
Ah I should stop thinking about him, it
will only make me angrier and then I will snap for sure. Takuro has just
walked in, god, he looks happy today. Don’t tell me? Could it be? Either
he got laid or he’s happy that I am already here? Hmm…interesting…
"Ohaiyo Takuro! You’re looking
pretty good this morning…"
Takuro grins across and nods his head,
"ahh…you know…sometimes you just feel…really good!" he
grinned and winked his eyebrows picking up his guitar and playing a few
sexy chords. That’s proves it, he got laid for sure, no doubt about it!
"So who was it Takuro?" I
can’t help myself, yikes…I’m beginning to be like Jiro, I can see
his eyebrow rise slightly in surprise, even he is shocked. God…I can’t
believe I can sink that low! But maybe I am getting a little overboard,
and right now certainly isn’t the time to focus on that.
Little brat. His aim today is to piss me
off. There is no doubt about that. Were does sweet little Jiro stand?
Where does the little kiddy stand with his big and supposedly
"cute" eyes stand? Oh yes, right there, right smack bang in
front of me. This is getting ridiculous and out of control. Completely.
I should be happy. I have a great career
fame and money and yet I do not feel happy. Happiness? What exactly is it?
Does he know? Is that what makes him so smug? Oops…I must have done
something, Takuro is looking at me weirdly… Teru is smiling that sweet
tender smile he has when ever he looks at me. Maybe I should give him a
chance? Maybe he can teach me about happiness?
Happiness. That’s one word that
still manages to elude me. I think it eludes everyone. Is it even a human
trait or just something those companies made up to make more money? If you
think about it, happiness tends to last a very short time before it is
swallowed up by…hate…upset…or something along those lines…
When was the last time I was even
happy? Too far in the past for me to even remember. I mean really happy.
Of course there was those times when I was happy for a few minutes because
of some small incident, like getting a sweet letter from a fan. But that
always fades away quickly, getting no fan mail or just the sky being
Are other people like this? I know he
isn’t. If I just casually look at him, its so obvious he is always
happy. He is always smiling and humming to himself. What makes him so
happy and me so miserable?
Can’t you just tell me what
happiness is and maybe share it with me? I know I hate you, but that’s
ok…that’s life. You’re just to happy for me not to hate you…
Umm…it’s kinda weird, and I never
usually write in this style so it feels really weird…like really really
weird! ><! Aiyoh…comments?
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