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Finding Balance-50 Stories	By : LadyAreia Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Crossovers Views: 1512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"The magazine that's sponsoring the photoshoot is called Orca," Kaoru received several blank looks and smiled slightly. "I know, I don't understand the name either. It's a brand new English-language magazine that features just Japanese rock bands coming over to the United States."

"I guess this year really has been a big one for our kind of music, especially among American fans." Toshiya said as he spun a worn-out pencil around on the table.

Kaoru grabbed the pencil, tucking it safely behind his ear, then settled back in his chair, crossing his legs. "Yes, it has, and I'd like to think that with all the publicity, the photoshoot will help bring more over here that have been afraid of how the welcome would be. Besides, it's been a while since we've gotten to do a show with other bands. I am excited about it. I haven't gotten to see some of these guys for quite some time." He shrugged, his mouth turning down in a slight frown.

The bassist leaned forward on the small table between them. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing important," Kaoru ran his hands through his thick blonde and brown hair. "I'm just in one of those moods, I guess." He forced a smile, then shuffled through the papers in front of him until he found what he was looking for. "The New Years Eve party will begin immediately after the concert ends. No one is required to attend if they don't want to," he shot a glance at the quiet drummer curled up on the couch, "though the coordinator did assure me that the club will be completely closed to the public. Only musicians and those directly involved the industry are attending. Not even the press will be allowed inside, so no worries there."

Die leaned back in his chair, long fingers laced behind his dark red and black head. "Not that I don't love all of our fans, because I do, but a night of partying, with no worries about being in the public eye, well, that sounds really good right now. Especially after a day as hectic as this one promises to be."

"Any idea who each of us will be shooting with?" Shinya asked quietly.

"Between all of us, I think we'll pretty much be with all the bands at one time or another," Kaoru frowned thoughtfully. "I think Gazette's first-"

"Ruki's kind of hot," came a murmer from the sleepy vocalist on the floor, earning him a hard kick from Toshiya.

Kaoru grinned and checked his watch, then gathered his papers, tossing them into his old, worn out shoulder bag. "Ok, let's break for lunch," he eyed the blurry-eyed vocalist curled up on the floor, "or late breakfast, depending on when you crawled out of bed this morning, then meet back up at the studio around, say, 2-ish?"

Kyo yawned, his face half buried beneath a large pillow. "Hey, I made it here, didn't I?"

"Yes. Late, but you did eventually make it here." He stood with the others, then nudged the smaller man with his toe, careful to jump out of reach of Kyo's quick hands.

"Oi, Kaoru," Die's deep voice called, beckoning him to turn around. "Want to have lunch at that noodle shop down the street?"

"Sure," he said, slinging his guitar case over one shoulder. "I'll meet you out at my car." He bent down to retrieve his shoulder bag, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Toshiya get down on his hands and knees. Slowly, quietly, Toshiya began to crawl across the floor towards Kyo, still curled up on the floor like an oversized, happily psychotic kitten. The taller man paused just a moment, hovering over the other man with an evil grin on his face, then pounced, long fingers diving under Kyo's crumpled t-shirt to tickle his well-toned stomach.

Kyo's eyes flew open, and before he could stop himself, he burst out laughing, kicking and squirming underneath Toshiya.

Kaoru chuckled softly, an almost sad look in his eyes as Kyo finally managed to regain a little of his composure, cursing at the energetic bassist to keep his greedy fingers to himself. "Don't forget to lock up!" Kaoru called over his shoulder as he hurried to follow Shinya and Die out the front door.

The cool morning breeze hit his face, reminding him that the days were growing shorter, chillier. Soon, fall would be upon them. It was a season of change, in many ways, but would this season's changes be for the better? So many times they turned out not to be...

With a shake of his head he continued toward his small, black BMW parked just a few feet down the road. He waved goodbye to the blonde drummer climbing into his own car, then lit a cigarette, inhaling the smooth smoke deep into his lungs. After locking his things inside the trunk of his car, he leaned against the shining bumper and waited for his lunch companion.

Kaoru sipped his coffee, strong and black, as they waited for their meals to arrive. The man seated across from him leaned forward and snagged a hunk of bread from the basket between them.

"You never did finish Shinya's question," Die said between bites. "Gazette's going to be at the photoshoot, but who else?"

"Well," Kaoru set his cup down on the wooden table, "I know several of the bands are from PS Company, plus DespairsRay, Penicillin, a few Under Code bands. I think even......." He rubbed his temples. "Gomen, Die, I can't remember now. I've had too much on my mind lately to worry about anything else."

Die chuckled, but reserved comment until after their waitress was departing, his dark eyes traveling appreciatively over her slender figure. "You take on too much already, oh wise leader -sama. Don't stress out over the unimportant stuff." His eyes gleamed. "I'm sure everything will work out just fine."

As was his habit, Kaoru arrived at the studio early, at least 20 minutes before his bandmates. A small duffle bag with a change of clothes in one hand, he climbed the stairs to the second floor. A great many people dashed here and there, most he recognized, a few he did not. A waving arm caught his eye and he turned towards it, happy to see Hakuei's familar face surrounded by a photographer, make-up artists and a few assistants. The crowd moved to make room for a tall, scruffy blonde man and Kaoru frowned, not in the mood to speak with the former bassist of Luna Sea.

With a wave of apology, he ducked away before J could see him. He rounded the corner quickly, to what he hoped was the hallway that would lead him to the dressing rooms, and ran smack into a tall young man on his way out. Kaoru gasped, the wind knocked out of him, and dropped his bag, landing hard on his tailbone.

"Gomen nasai!" the man cried anxiousl. Two thin arms reached down to him, numerous dark tattoos standing out against glaring white skin. "I was in such a hurry, I didn't even see you around the corner," his forehead creased in worry as he helped the shorter man to his feet. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, really. No harm done," Kaoru dusted himself off a bit. "It's not all your fault. My mind was also elsewhere." He bowed his head slightly. "I'm Niikura Kaoru-"

"-of Dir en grey, yes," the other man grinned. "I've been a fan for quite some time. I'm Miyavi."

Kaoru found his grin contagious. "And I know who you are as well, Miyavi-san, though I think this is the first time we've actually met," he rubbed his backside and winced, "unfortunatly."

"I really am sorry about that. Sometimes I just-"

MIYAVI-SAN, PLEASE REPORT TO THE STAGE. I REPEAT, MIYAVI-SAN, YOU ARE NEEDED ON THE STAGE. THANK YOU.

The two men exchanged glances, then the taller one hopped, once, in place. "Right! I was on my way to-"

"A shame," Kaoru said, "but duty calls."

Miyavi smiled. "Well, if not sooner, I guess I'll be seeing you at the concert?" His heart lept as Kaoru nodded. "Ja!" Miyavi bowed his head slightly, wildly painted hair flopping over his face, and turned away, immediately tripping over the forgotten duffle bag. Kaoru muffled the chuckle on his lips with one hand as the younger man squawked in surprise, falling in a heap of flailing limbs and grey pleated skirts.

With a sheepish grin and flushed face, Miyavi managed to untangle himself, hand the bag over to a highly amused Kaoru and dash off down the hallway, a pleased if mischievous grin on his merry face.
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