Visual Kei One-Shots

My First Kiss (Fest Vainqueur x Daizy Stripper)

Okay, so I have had this lying around on a couple of bits of paper for ages, and have never typed it up and uploaded it, so since I haven't updated in ages, and I'm busy with life, I decided that I might as well give it to you guys! Excuse if there is any spelling or grammatical errors, I have tried my best! Hope you enjoy it! :) (BTW... Gaku x Yugiri pairing.)

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Gaku's POV:

Why are you so oblivious? I know that I am just a simple guitarist, and you a talented vocalist, but why can't we be more than friends? Yes, we are from different bands, but has that come between our friendship? Or is the real reason because I look like a woman? I can't help it. It's who I am. I enjoy the life I live. I like feminine things and that's not going to change because of the things people say, yet if you are disgusted by it, I'd change it for you. I want to be more than just your friend, but how can I? You don't notice me. I'm surprised we have stayed friends for so long, we would always argue when we were younger, mainly over trivial things, but there were a few times when it was over your love life. I never thought any of those girls were good enough for you, they only wanted you for your looks and your athleticism, but you could never see that, and you would always end up with your heart broken. I wanted to be your girl so badly back then, I even made jokes about it when you wallowed in misery at your latest heartbreak. You would always brush it off though, saying that we weren't gay, so it would never work. You were half wrong, you were always the one who wasn't gay. But watching you on stage, it seems as if you could be, the way you hug your band members, the way you tease them, it almost suggests that there is more than what meets the eye. I watch as you and your band leave the stage, all black leather and dark eye makeup. You look at me and smirk.

"No dress today?"

I roll my eyes. I wore a dress once, and you seem to think it will happen again. But I don't think it will, we got a lot of criticism from people on social media, so much that our label asked us not to wear dresses again. But that didn't matter to you, nothing hardly ever bothered you. As the stage was reset for my bands performance, I listened to the shouts of the fans. The chant of 'Fest Vainqueur' was being repeated across the lips of fifty or so fans gathered at the small venue. I picked up my guitar, running my hand lightly over the fret board. She was a beautiful instrument. My black beauty. Only a few had ever been made, as they were a prototype and I was lucky to have been able to get my hands on one. Then they came out with a second version. The newer model had three pick ups and it made the instrument sound so much clearer. The first one had nearly sent me broke, so there was no way I would be able to afford the newer model. But I couldn't complain. You like my beautiful guitar and had once asked what I had named her. But I wouldn't tell you. Because I had named her after you. Even though your name is for a male, I named her after you, because you were my inspiration, and she was my method to deliver my creation.

"Good luck." You softly called from the wings as we entered the stage.

They say a man cannot focus on more than one thing at a time. But tonight I could focus on your presence in the wings, and my guitar. Both of you were held tightly, one in my hand, the other in my heart. Melodies rose and died. Harmonies climbed and fell. The bass held it together and the boom of the kick trembled the notes. That was us. That is what we came to do. I could see it in the eyes of the people below. We had gained fans and had chased away the insecurities of those who already loved us. I did not feel the sweat until our final bows. It clung to every inch of me. The way my eyes clung to you. Carrying my beauty and gently placing her in her case, you came to me, congratulating us for our hard work and wonderful performance. Smiling I acknowledged your praise, my heart fluttering like a caged bird, waiting to be freed. Hoping that you would be the one to free it. Handing me a towel you invited me to get some cheki's done for the fans. I laughed. I was a mess and yet you wanted photo's. Beckoning for me to follow, you found your manager and asked him to organise the photo's before the signing. Agreeing you pushed me against the wall and leaned forward.

"Hands on your cheeks, like your surprised." You demanded.

I didn't have to act surprised. I was. You're proximity was doing dangerous things to me. If you moved any closer I would lean right in and kiss you. You tilted your head closer. I faintly heard a click of the lens over my rapidly beating organ of life. Pulling back you gently pushed my eyes closed. I could feel you lean over my shoulder and lean in once more. I dropped my hands and pulled a smile. There was a click before you placed that kiss on my cheek. I didn't want to open my eyes, but the tugging on my hand suggested that I should open them if I was to follow you. Who knows, with my uncoordinated self, I could easily fall. But I had already fallen. Fallen deeply for you. I hesitantly followed your bouncing down the hallways, you were heading away from the fan signing, when we should of been heading to it. The others would wonder where we are. Opening a door you pushed me inside. Your body following mine, and shutting the door to the dark room. My heart leapt. Could you finally be confessing to me? I turned to where you were, eager for what was to come.

"Surprise!" Voices shouted as the lights were switched on.

I looked at you confused. Before realising that this was for my birthday.

"Happy birthday." You whispered, leaning down to caress my ear with your warm breath.

I gazed the room, meeting the joyous eyes of my friends and band members. In the center of the room there was a cake with stage name scrawled elaborately. Gaku. Tears brimmed in my eyes and I hugged you fiercely, catching you off guard. You ran your fingers through my long blonde hair, holding me as I sobbed.

"Cake time?" Hal asked, holding the cake up.

I nodded. You wiped my tears and sat me down between Kazi and I'LL. The vocalist lit the candles and both bands sung to me. The melody you and Hal created was beautiful. Blowing out the candles, my hear warmed as everyone cheered.

"I know that I did not start out as a SINCREA member, and have only joined in the past few years, but this band means the world to me, and I thankyou for treating me as if I have always belonged here." I bowed and felt the arms of the two men beside me wind around my shoulders. I sighed and leaned into their embraces. After quickly having cake, the two bands departed, heading to sign objects for the fans. I went to rise but Hal stopped me. I frowned in confusion, before realising I was alone with you. You came around to my side of the couch, and pushed me down on to it.

"Yugiri..." I breathed.

You placed a finger on my lips as you straddled me.

"Do you remember when we were younger, and you would always joke that you should be my girl?"

I nodded, unsure about where this was going.

"Well I want you to be my girl." You told me, before sealing what you said with a tender kiss.

I leaned into the soft caress of your mouth, wanting and craving more. Shakily you pulled back, laughing at my eagerness. I could see it in your eyes. You had been scared. Scared that I would reject you. We had both given into our desires.

"You waited long enough to tell me." I smirked, raising a perfectly shaped brow.

Leaning down to kiss me you replied with, "Well you shouldn't have kept joking about it, and maybe I would have thought you were being serious."

I gently slapped the back of your head, before grabbing your hair and pulling you closer to my mouth. Sealing our lips, and our hearts. I had been waiting for this. Waiting for you. Whilst you had kissed others, I had saved myself, in hope that one day you would be the first to kiss me. I had even begged Hal not to kiss me during fanservice. I wanted to belong to you and only you. And now I finally do.