�Too bad. Yeah, you said before that you don't even have enough time off to bathe. Why work your self so hard? Don't you have something to occupy your time other than work?� Hyde seemed utterly confused.

�Not really� I have friends that I go out with when I�m not working but work always comes first.�

�I mean, I have art that I do when I get some time to myself. Did you know that I wanted to be an artist when I grew up, but because I am color blind, I can only sketch? It would be rather inconvenient to avoid the colors I can�t see.� Hyde spoke with a sort of blank expression on his face, not sad but not happy either.

�That's right,� Gackt thought to himself, �Hyde cannot see red and green. No wonder his wardrobe stays away from colors, he can�t tell what matches!�

�Gackt? Why are you smiling?�

�Huh?� Crap, he had to think fast. He did not want Hyde to know that he found his handicap slightly amusing. �Oh, I was just thinking that you don't seem like anything other than a singer. I can�t quite picture you as an artist.�

�Really? It was something I always wanted to do ever since I was little.�

�Its just that you seem� � Gackt was trying to figure out the exact reason why Hyde did not seem like an artist, as he didn�t know yet.� I guess you seem to clean to be an artist, that's all.�

�Actually, that's the other reason I never became an artist; I hate being dirty all the time. Even when I was a child, I could never stay dirty for long.� Hyde seemed to be proud of that fact.

Hyde stared at Gackt for a moment longer before making room on the couch and gesturing for him to sit down. The couch was rather big, but because Hyde had decided to still be sprawled over most of it there was barely enough room to sit comfortably.

�OK, so what do you want to watch?� Hyde whipped out the remote that he had apparently sat on while making room for Gackt.

� What�s on? I don't know any movies that are particularly good,� he lied. He had favorite movies, but was unaware of Hyde�s taste in films, so he thought the safest bet was to let him decide.

�Umm, lets see�� Hyde seemed to be in deep concentration, looking threw the listings of movies on TV. �OOOO!! Look they are playing �MOON CHILD�! I haven�t seen that since the premier! You want to watch it?� Hyde looked too excited cute, and tipsy to turn down, so Gackt agreed. He had also not seen his movie since they had gone to the premier together.

�Ok sure, but before it starts, do you want some more wine?�

�Yes please!� before Gackt could get up Hyde ran to the kitchen smiling manically, � Which one is it? There are two!�

�What? Oh you mean fridges. It's the one on the left.� Actually Gackt had three refrigerators, but the one that contained his supplements he kept in his room. The first and second had food and alcohol respectively.

Upon his return, Hyde was carrying the bottle of wine that they had started and a bottle of Gackt�s most expensive vodka. He still had that smile on his face.

�Hyde- what are you doing?�

� I told you I wanted to get drunk, didn't I?�

�You did, but it�s in the middle of the day! You can leave out the wine, but please save the vodka for later, its 80 proof anyway.� He did not think Hyde had such a low alcohol tolerance, but than he remembered that he was a much smaller man. And now that he had a child, he could not afford to get plastered on a regular basis.

�OK, but later for sure!� with that he plopped down next to Gackt and proceeded to flip the TV to the desired channel.

Half way threw the movie they decided to open the bottle of vodka and in their collectively inebriated state, they commented on the various humorous points of the movie. By the last scene neither Hyde not Gackt could form a completely coherent sentence, but they still seamed to understand each other perfectly.

�Its there and orange and the rocks cant hide it and its orange not black and there�s blood and its orange then it�s gone! Why is it orange?!� Hyde was laughing manically, pointing at the screen, staring at the orange kneepad.

�They are the best, but the only color of protection. We tried to hide it but every thing was being stupid. I got shot, you saw, it remember? No one thought it was good to fix it, so it stayed.�

�I thought you died for real! But it�s gone now, right?� Hyde was leaning in closer and closer into Gackt�s chest.

�What�s gone now?� with Hyde being in such close proximity to him, Gackt began to sober up a little, but only enough to be able to speak coherently.

�Let me see if the bloods gone now, Ok?� Hyde had begun to unbutton Gackt�s shirt, to check for the bullet that he in his less than sober state thought was real.

Still very drunk, Gackt decided that things would go a lot faster if he helped Hyde look for the nonexistent wound, so he took off his shirt and looked/felt his chest for any scars.

�You know, if you really died, I would remember your birthday!� Hyde stopped his search and looked up at Gackt, who just looked back blankly. �Turn over maybe it was only on the back.�

Hyde got of him and Gackt rolled on to his stomach. Hyde stood of to the side for a moment, but Gackt could not see what he was doing. Finally Hyde jumped back on to Gackt.

�Ouch, your heavy! You butt is in my back!� Gackt squirmed to try and get out from underneath Hyde but he could not, and eventually gave up. �Why aren�t you saying anything?�

�I found it� it�s bad too� what flowers do you want at your funeral?� Hyde�s tone became serious.

�What!!!!!! I�m gonna die? Let me see it! You are lying, I don't believe you!� Again Gackt began to squirm, lifting his hands to try and feel where Hyde was touching.

�You have to see your reflection, it's the only way.� Hyde got off of Gackt and waited for him to stand. They had to support each other on the way to the bathroom. When they got to the mirror Gackt tried to twist his body and head so that he could find the place that Hyde was talking about.

�It�s here.� Hyde pointed to the place right underneath Gackt�s shoulder blade, looking rather sad.

Gackt walked up closer to the mirror to try and see what Hyde was talking about. When he finally saw it he burst out into laughter.

�Is this what I�m going to die from?� He pointed at lines in his skin that one gets from too much localized pressure. He probably got these from sitting in the same poison on his couch for so long.

�Yes, I�m sorry.� Hyde looked like was going to cry, � but why are laughing? Did dieing make you crazy?�

�No, I�m not going to die. It�s from the couch.� He was still laughing.

�The couch shot you?� Hyde looked utterly confused.

�Nonono, its just red not shot. It will go away. I�m not going to die.� Gackt shook his hands back and forth, trying to convince Hyde that he was going to be OK.

�Oh� but I�ll still remember your birthday.� Hyde looked some what convinced but not really.

�Ok. Why don't we get something to eat? I�m hungry.� Gackt�s stomach agreed with him.

�Yeah, you have curry?� Hyde seemed to perk up at the thought of food.

�Don't know,� he turned to leave, heading for the kitchen.

Hyde followed Gackt out of the bathroom and down the hall to the kitchen. Even thought the walk was a short one, the feeling of being stared at made it a long one.

When they got to the kitchen, Gackt remembered that he had made his 4-day curry, but he did not finish it because he made too much.

�You don�t mind leftovers do you? I made it yesterday.� Gackt pulled a small pot out of the refrigerator and placed it on the island in front of Hyde.

�I have always wanted to try that curry!� Hyde eyed the pot hungrily.

�Let me get some bowls and spoons then we can take it down stairs.� Gackt rummaged threw the draws while Hyde got up to look for bowls.

�You don�t have to get up, but if you want to, they�re in the cabinet to the left, bottom shelf.� He looked over at Hyde, who had found the bowls and was pouring the curry directly into them, but was not doing that good of a job- half of it ended up on the counter.

�Oh crap, sorry. I�ll clean it up.� Hyde bent down over the counter and began to slurp up the curry that had spilled.

Gackt found that he was enthralled with the way Hyde�s tongue darted out to catch the pieces of meat that were to far away for him to get just with his mouth.

He felt the room begin to grow warmer, and his pants felt slightly tighter than they had been a minute ago.

�Sorry �bout that, but its all clean now!� Hyde turned around to a bewildered Gackt.

�Huh? Oh, its no problem�� Gackt was having a bit of trouble talking while he was trying to control his misbehaving body parts. �Shall we go down stairs then?�

Gackt was glad Hyde did not notice his body�s reaction to his �cleaning� his counter, �But it�s not like it matters,� he thought; they were too far-gone to really do anything about it.

They each grabbed a bowl and spoon and went down to the shooting range in Gackt�s basement. Gackt did not see Hyde grab the 1/3 finished bottle of vodka on the way to the staircase.

When Gackt turned on the lights they both flinched and quickly shut their eyes.

�Crap that�s bright! I forgot that you don�t use the lights in your house; I�ve gotten used to the darkness. The last time I was here I could not see anything. I almost burnt my fingers with my stupid lighter!� Hyde laughed at his last comment, but his eyed were still covered.

�Yea that�s true, but I use them down here so that I don�t shoot off my foot.� Gackt often used his shooting range to blow of steam, but never for long because he did not like the bright lights.

Gackt invited people down rarely, and thus there wasn't anywhere to eat but upon a small, little used viewing bench. Hyde then revealed that he had brought down the vodka by taking a long swig out of the bottle; he had forgotten to bring glasses.

�But you are already so drunk. You want to drink more?� although Hyde became drunk very easily he sure could hold a lot.

�Don�t you want any?� Gackt thought for a moment, then grabbed the bottle from Hyde and took a long drink.

They finished another half of the remaining liquid before they decided that they had had enough and wanted to shoot stuff.

�Look at this one, it�s just like the ones we used in �MOON CHILD� but it�s real!� Gackt held up a replica of the gun he had used through out most of the movie. Then he turned and popped off a few rounds in to the target that Hyde had not realized he had set.

�Wow! It�s just like the movie except for it�s real! Let me try!� Hyde jumped up and bounced over to Gackt, who held out the gun for him.

�OK, just let me change the target.� Gackt turned around and pressed a button that switched his target with a new one. �Just aim and shoot.�

�OK, it�s just like in the movie.� Hyde shot a few rounds and then asked if they could compare targets.

�Let�s just bring them forward then,� he pressed a button that was right next to the first one and both targets began to move forward. As the targets approached, both men could tell who was the better gunman.

�Ha! I won!� all of Gackt�s bullet holes were centered around the major target points, while Hyde�s were rather sporadic.

�So what do I owe you?� Hyde had his hands on his hips and he was licking his lip habitually.

That pose made Gackt take a long look at his friend. Again he felt himself becoming flustered.

�You beat me fair and square, I think I owe you something. And since I�m too plastered to go home, I feel like I need to repay you somehow.� Hyde was pouting, and he was sticking his hips out even further.

�Ummm� OK sure I guess,� Gackt was having trouble processing what Hyde was saying because of his unknowingly provocative stance.

�So, what is it that I owe you?� Hyde still did not understand that the pose that he was currently sporting made it very difficult for some individuals to function properly.

�W-why don�t you take me out to dinner or something?� Gackt had the sudden urge to take advantage of the fact that Hyde owed him something but he could not think of anything other than dinner that did not give away his lustful feelings.

�Sure!� Hyde seemed absolutely delighted with himself.

By the time they had worked themselves back upstairs, it was around 6 o�clock. They both agreed that it was still to early to turn in, so they settled on watching TV.

�You want to just finish the bottle?� Hyde held up the mostly finished bottle of vodka.

Considering that they had finished about 4/5 of a 40 oz. 80 proof bottle and did not seem all that drunk amused Gackt.

�Sure why not, it�s not like I would finish it by my self.� He reached over to take the bottle when Hyde offered it. There was only about a mouthful left.

Gackt put the bottle down and stretched out on the part of the couch that Hyde was not occupying, but after he got comfortable Hyde laid down across his chest.

�It�s cold, you�re warm.� Was all the explanation Hyde offered.

They sat in relative silence for a few hours channel surfing. Hyde would stop every once in a while to watch parts of shows that one or both of them happened to be guest staring on.

After a while Hyde fell asleep on Gackt�s chest. He felt rather uncomfortable having a sleeping Hyde on top of him, but he did not want to wake him up. For some reason he did not like to sleep down stairs when he was drunk, but could not remember why, so he sat still and stared at Hyde�s face, brushing the hair away that obscured his view.

�God, he really is beautiful. I think I could be� well no, no.., I mean he�s a hot body and all� but.. that doesn�t mean love�too bad he�s married. I wonder if he knows how provocative he can be at times, especially when he�s drunk. I wonder how long I can be near him like this, without him knowing�� Gackt thought as he fell asleep.