Oh I had a lot to say
Was thinking on my time away

The sky outside the window was dark, the rain splattered panes throwing back Gackt’s reflection in sharp relief. A single oversized candle cast his shadow on the wall, the flickering flame causing it to flit about gaily, despite the mood of the room. With a sigh, Gackt adjusted himself, watching the driveway, hating that he’d just sat there and done nothing as You had driven away. Gnawing on his lower lip, eyes never leaving the window, Gackt reached for his phone and dialed.

I miss you and things weren't the same
'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.

You raised a shaking hand to the doorbell and hesitated. It was almost three in the morning. As much as he hated to do it, You needed someone now, and this was the most logical choice. Biting his lip, he pressed the button. Deep in the house, the chimes echoed. Moments later, Chachamaru threw open the door, his long hair tousled from sleep. The questions died on the elder man’s lips; the tear tracks said it all. He wordlessly opened his arms.

I'm sorry I'm bad, I’m sorry I'm blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back

Masa knocked on the door half an hour after Gackt called. He’d heard the pain in his friend’s voice and had rushed to his side, leaving his girlfriend at home. He hadn’t been with the band for nearly a year, but he remained close to Gackt and You. Knowing that You was out of the house made Masa worry more. There was only one reason Gackt would call him. As soon as Gackt threw open the door, Masa wrapped his arms around the lean frame and held on.

I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say I’m sorry.

Chachamaru sat on the couch, You curled next to him with his head pillowed on the older man’s thigh. The violinist had stopped talking twenty minutes ago, and now he lay still, quietly crying. Chacha hadn’t a clue what to say, nor any idea where to begin to help his friends. He’d known that Gackt and You fought, but he’d never have imagined that Gackt could go so far with his words. It rattled Chacha, but he remained calm. For You’s sake.

This time I think I’m to blame
It's harder to get through the days
We get older and blame turns to shame

As soon as Gackt started talking, Masa could hear the sorrow in his voice. He knew what it was like to get caught up in life, to forget the things that mattered the most. Masa sympathized deeply with his former band mate. The two men sat on Gackt’s couch in his candlelit living room, holding hands, Gackt wiping his eyes from time to time. Masa remained silent, letting Gackt have his words, have his piece. It wasn’t what he needed, but it was what he wanted. And Masa, as always, gave willingly.

'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.

You had moved to sit beside the rain spattered window, his eyes dry and red. Chacha returned from the kitchen with cups of hot tea. The smile of thanks that curved the younger man’s lips was but the ghost of his normal joviality, and Chacha’s heart shattered. He knew what it meant when You fell silent, when the smile refused to touch his eyes. They’d all been affected lately by the stress of practices and recordings and preparations for shows and lives, but they’d failed to see the strain was hardest on You. It always was.

I'm sorry I’m bad, I’m sorry I’m blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back

Masa excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Gackt alone in the living room. The vocalist stared into a candle flame, his mind racing. He wanted to make things right, but he couldn’t find a place to start. He knew what he’d done, he knew he’d hurt the one person he loved more than anything on this planet, but he was lost for where to begin to make it right. Hearing Masa returning, Gackt reached for his phone.

I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say I’m sorry.

Chacha answered on the third ring, casting a glance at You. The violinist seemed to know who it was. He nodded when Chacha relayed Gackt’s request, rising silently to his feet. Fresh tears sprang to his eyes. Chacha wrapped his arms tightly around his young friend, whispering words of love and encouragement as You had one last, good cry. Minutes later, they were back where it had all begun.

Every single day I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried
It's never too late to make it right
Oh yeah Sorry!

Gackt was waiting when he heard the car in the driveway. All of his rehearsed words and ordered thoughts shattered and vanished at the sound of the key in the door. His firm wall of strength crumbled at the sight of You in the doorway, backlit by the street lamp at the end of the drive. His dry eyes overflowed the moment You was back in his arms. Instead of being the man everyone knew and adored, Gackt tried to be the man that You loved, and with no prompting, Gackt poured out his heart.

I'm sorry I’m bad, I’m sorry I’m blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back

You fought back the butterflies, knowing that Chacha was right behind him, and opened the door. Gackt was there, Masa just behind him in the living room. You’s heart lurched at the sight, taking in the disheveled appearance of his lover in a glance. The past six hours had been hell on them both, and there was only one place he wanted to be at that moment. He lurched forward as if pushed and wound his arms around Gackt, pulling him close into his embrace.

I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say I’m sorry.

Masa skirted the two men, smiling softly. Chacha gave him a wink, motioning him out the door with an open hand. Chuckling lightly, Masa took the proffered hand and stepped outside. They both took one last look at Gackt and You standing in the hall, embracing as if it were the last time they ever would. Masa wiped his eyes, wrapping an arm around Chacha’s waist. Leaning in, Chacha closed the door softly, hiding from prying eyes the one happiness either man had in the entire world.

I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry.