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You're my Vanilla	By : LaBelleMorte Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Crossovers Views: 1281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or represent any of these celebrities. I make no profit from this, nor do I claim anything herein as the truth. It is purely fictional.

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He had never cared before and he wasn’t about start.
The liquor had made everything that much easier for him. The clothes came off so easy, they all ended up in a neat pile in the corner. He could almost hear it in his head Reita’s protests. He looked down at the girl and smiled. She was beautiful, but who was she, she seemed so familiar but he couldn’t place his finger on it.
They were the same exact height, it was perfect. He shoved her face into the mattress and slid his finger nails down her back drawing a moan from her lips. He bit her neck hard enough to draw blood. She moaned and he raked his finger nails down her back again. She arched her hips upwards towards him, he was hard and willing but something in the back of his mind told him not to.
Instead he turned her around and pushed her shoulders into the bed. He straddled her, he loved having this control over someone. She would do what ever he wanted and he knew it. He let his lips curl into a smile as he locked eyes with her. It was in that moment that it all swept over him, killing his buzz. He fell off of Reita’s bed, hitting the floor with a loud smack.
“Kuso!” he yelled as he pounded his fist on the wood floor. She was Reita’s crush and roommate. That’s who she was, the bassist of the band Merciful Death. How the fuck did this happen? He stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes. When he opened them she was leaning over the bed looking down at him her long black hair brushing his chest gently. “Sakura… I’m sorry,” he spoke softly as he gathered his clothes from the corner leaving her on Reita’s bed. He kicked the door frame as he left.
“Ruki!” she yelled as she got up and walked after him. Trailing the black sheet from Reita’s bed with her.
“I’m sorry! I had no fucking clue,” Ruki spoke as he went to the door. She dropped the sheet in the middle of the living room as Ruki went to put his shoes on. He couldn’t help but to stare at her naked body, the delicate curves, the ample swell of her breasts and the slight swell of her hips. All that deep olive skin, that perfectly straight black hair that hung to her hips almost. He was speechless for a moment. For a moment then he shook his head. “I can’t… I want to but I can’t,” he stammered as he forced himself to look away. She quickly pulled the sheet up around her and walked into the kitchen.
“He’s going to ask about the broken table,” she said pointing to the splinted coffee table, Ruki looked down at it and shook his head. It had started on the couch, “And I’m going to tell him… he’s not my fucking boyfriend, Ruki,” She spoke as she got a bottle of wine from the fridge and pulled the cork out. She drank as much as Uruha did. At least that was what Reita had said.
“This is still his house!” he said as he finished pulling his shoes on.
“So I’m dating fucking Gackt or did you forget?” Ruki blinked and stared at her for a moment, that was right. She was dating Gackt, he was almost never around but they were still supposed to be dating.
“Isn’t he ten years older than you?” Ruki said as he looked at her.
“Tweleve,” she said as she turned around.
“Why aren’t you living with him?”
“Because I get fucking lonely and now with Reita and Uruha hanging out all the fucking time I think I might be better off if I was!” she slammed the bottle on the table. “Besides, he is fucking boring in bed,”
“Isn’t he going to ask about the” Ruki pointed to his neck. She laughed.
“He isn’t going to be back in Tokyo for a while, and I already know what will happen, we’ll have sex in his tub, have sex on his couch and sex on his bed all with low lighting, I doubt he’ll notice,” Ruki shook his head and looked at her.
“Saku, I can’t I’m sorry…”Ruki opened the door to find Reita on the other side. He was drunk off of his ass. Stumbling, he waved at Ruki and stared at the coffee table that was in splinters.
“What the fuck!” was all he said as he looked at it and then at Sakura. He blinked a few times and ran his fingers through his hair. “Why are you wearing my sheet?” He looked at Ruki and shook his head.
“I accidentally tripped and fell on your coffee table, I’ll buy another one, I’m in your sheet because I spilled wine all over my clothes, and your bedroom is the closest to the bathroom,” Reita nodded following Sakura’s logic as she wove an intricate web of lies. “Bye Ruki, mail me when you get in” she said as she waved. Ruki shook his head and slammed the door.
Reita didn’t believe her, but at the minute he didn’t care. He had known her for a handful of months. But in the small amount of time he knew her well enough to know that she had two sides to her. She was serious on one side and ruthless on the other. If she wanted something she had it no matter who or what that something was. It was how she was dating Gackt and how they were such close friends.
“How’s Uruha?” she asked as she made her way into his room. She picked up her clothes leaving her panties behind. She knew he liked her. It was obvious.
“How’s Gackt?” he snapped as he watched her walk into her room and come back out wearing an oversize t-shirt.
“He’s in w:st="on">America remember, he played that expo with S.K.I.N,” She threw the sheet at him. He sighed.
“Uruha’s fine, he’s having issues with being single though… he got drunk and…” he laughed “well we won’t get into that,”
“Awe did someone get felt up by Uru-sama?” she said with a laugh. He laughed.
“Did you fuck Ruki in my bed?” that made her jump. He smelled the sheet. “That’s what it smells like, the sheet… like arousal,”
“You’re wasted” she laughed
“So are you… so why everyone but me?”
“Huh?” she said turning around looking him in the eye.
“Uru told me, about you and him after the live,” She blushed “I would have pegged you for someone who was into much softer things” he laughed “After all Gackt doesn’t do anything like that I hear,”
“He doesn’t… but you’re Reita… you go in the Reita box…” she said as she walked into her room and closed the door. Leaving Reita in the main room, alone he smelled the sheet one more time before going back to his bed room.
The next day she woke up impossibly early. She didn’t even have a hangover, she got showered and dressed as always. Pulling her black pinstriped bondage pants on and a simple white blouse with French cuffs. She let her hair fall loose and she did her make up as normal, heavy eyeliner and glitter eye shadow. When she stepped out of the bathroom she saw Reita standing in the kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Hair flat, she wanted to walk over and kiss him but she suppressed the urge.
“He’s coming back tomorrow to see you… there was a message on the machine,” he spoke groggily before he opened the fridge and took out the carton of orange juice.
“Are you coming to the live tonight?” she asked as she grabbed her purse and cell phone.
“Have I ever missed one of your lives?” He laughed “Aren’t you supposed to be on Domoto tomorrow?”
“Don’t remind me, I am not looking forward to it,” She turned on her cell phone and saw she had a mail from Ruki and Gackt. She hung her head and looked at Reita. He caught her looking at him. She took in every little detail, how his boxers hung low on his hips, the slightly raised ridge of bone, the defined six pack and the dark orangey brown nipples. She shook her head and he grinned at her. “I’ll see you at the live” she said quickly before she left.
On the train she looked at the mail from Gackt. He was her boyfriend, the person she was supposed to look forward to seeing more than anyone else. All she could do was mail him with
“That’s great but you are still missing another of my lives, are you even interested in my music?” This was in response to. “I missed you so much at the live last night, I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again,”
Her phone rang almost instantly as she got on the train to meet with the other members of her band. She sighed as she looked down at her caller ID. It was Gackt, she looked up in the train and saw an ad of his for a beauty clinic. She rolled her eyes.
“Hello, babe!” she said enthusiastically.
“I’m sorry Saku-chan! I thought your live was tomorrow,” his smooth deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She pursed her lips and looked up at the poster.
“You haven’t seen a single live of mine yet,”
“I’m sorry. But I have been very busy with my project,” there was a murmur of a voice on his end “Miyavi says hello,”
“Tell Myv he can burn in hell.”
“Saku-chan! I know you don’t like him but still,”
“I’m lonely, I’m very lonely, It’s been a week, I am on the train and looking at a poster of you is doing things to me that it shouldn’t” she said with a little giggle, staring at him made things in her body tighten but it was ridiculous. She got the desired response as she heard him take a deep strained breath.
“How about tomorrow when you wake up you come over, my plane gets in at eight in the evening, it would be heaven to have you waiting for me,”
“I have Domo tomorrow,”
“Come over after filming,”
“Alright, I will see you then,” she spoke softly closing the phone. No, I love you. Nothing like that. He was more likely to say it than she was. It was unspoken in their relationship that they were seeing other people on the side. She knew about all his other girls he used for sex when he was out of town. But she was sure he had no clue about her goings on.
When she got off at the Harajuku station she was swarmed with fans. Sometimes she forgot that this happened. Her and Reita went shopping one day and they didn’t get bothered too bad, but they also were wearing hats and sunglasses. Today she was wearing her custom necklace out in the open. The one Gackt had designed for her after meeting her once. She had that effect on people, she was gorgeous, so much so to the point that people went out of their way to do things for her. However she didn’t see herself this way. She prided herself on being smart and a little bit manipulative. She thought that if she was attractive she wouldn’t find herself in predicaments like the one that took place the night before.
Ruki’s head was in a spin as he sat in Uruha’s kitchen sipping coffee. Uruha wasn’t wearing anything but a bathrobe. He looked like shit, the truth was they both looked like shit. Ruki felt so small sitting next to Uruha even though he wouldn’t ever say anything about it.
“I can’t believe I almost fucked, Sakura,” Uruha laughed at Ruki,
“I did fuck, Sakura-san,” Uruha ran his fingers through his hair “And I managed to tell Reita about it at some point last night,” Uruha pointed to the broken glass that was still against the far wall.
“Is she that much of a whore?” Ruki said shaking his head.
“No, she’s just not getting what she needs from Gackt, she’s not going out of her way for it… I mean so far she’s only given into me and you, and when we were done she felt so guilty she cried,” he laughed.
“What about Reita?”
“What about him, look he hasn’t even tried to make a move and I don’t think he will, anyways I think she likes him as a friend too much to just fuck him,”
“So what did you two do?” Ruki asked looking at the much taller man. He grinned and leaned back in his chair which exposed a small thin line of his chest to the waist.
“We fucked, it was as simple as we got completely wasted on chandon and I ended up shoving her into a wall and pulling her hair while I pretty much fucked the hell out of her,” Uruha laughed “she makes the sweetest little noises,”
“Fuck,” Ruki hung his head “I should have just went for it,”
“Yup and you blew it, Gackt is coming back into town tonight, he won’t be out of town again until we’re on tour,”
Merciful Death’s live that night was the best they had ever played since they added their new American bassist. Ever since they added her they had become a lot bigger. Maybe it was because of the beautiful blue eyed western girl or maybe it was because of her rumored ties to Gackt, or maybe it was that she lived with Reita from GazettE.
After they got off of stage Sakura hopped on Yuzuru’s back and made him carry her back to the little area with their lockers. The tall vocalist didn’t mind, they had been close friends since he tripped over her in Harajuku two years ago. Yuzu didn’t care as long as she didn’t fuck up his hair. He set her down on a chair when he saw Reita from GazettE walk in. He nodded to the shorter man and went about adjusting his hair in the mirror as he watched Saku give Reita a big hug.
“That was great!” Reita said as he placed a swift chaste kiss on her forehead and then he looked down at her and pursed his lips “You’re wearing this shit again” he said as he lifted the charm up and looked at it “Why don’t you just wear a fucking brand that says Gackuto bannida?”
“I like it, and he’s my boyfriend, Akira!” she was annoyed, she had to have been annoyed to use his real name. She took off her shirt and walked over to the locker and pulled out her jeans and t-shirt.
“Your boyfriend who spends more time apart from you than with you,”
“It doesn’t matter he’s going to be home for a while starting tomorrow,” she snapped as she turned away from him.
“Tomorrow? You didn’t know… he got in two hours ago, Saku-chan!” Reita said as he looked at her. She quickly got dressed.
“I don’t believe you, he told me he was getting in tomorrow at eight,”
“Myv came here to see you, to apologize, he was in the lounge upstairs, we talked for a minute he got a phone call from your precious Gacchan, he begged me not to tell you he was here,”
“Myv and I aren’t on speaking terms, why the fuck should I believe you,”
“You don’t believe me, fine I’ll drive you there,”
“Fine,” She screamed as she grabbed her stuff and they walked out to Reita’s car.
During the drive they were silent. She didn’t want to believe Reita. He couldn’t be right, he would have told her if he was getting in early. They had spent so much time apart, why wouldn’t he want to see her? She held her face she was getting up set over nothing so far.
The nothing was still a nothing as they pulled up at the house. However the nothing became a something as she spotted the body guards cars sitting just inside of the gate. They would have been back farther if he was still out of town. She smiled as her face felt incredibly hot, she smiled to keep herself from vomiting. She opened the door and got out, she walked right up to the side gate and unlocked it.
Carefully locking it behind her silently she slowly walked up the winding drive in her chuck taylor sneakers. She took a slow deep breath as she took out her other key and unlocked the door to the house itself. She was going to be as quiet as possible and with any luck snap the neck of whoever he was with.
The soft warm dim lighting was easy on her eyes as she slowly made her way down the stairs and into the main living space. The house was oddly still, too still. She pursed her lips and slowly cracked open the door to the bedroom.
On the bed laid her boyfriend and some girl. Some blonde woman, they were both passed out. She closed the door silently and turned around only to stumble into a bodyguard. The large African American man frowned down at her with sad eyes.
“I’m sorry,” was all he managed to say she just nodded
“Yeah… there’s a difference between knowing someone is doing something and seeing it,” She shook her head and ran a hand through her long black hair.
“If it makes you feel any better she’s ugly,”
“She’s also blonde… I can’t go blonde… my hair is too dark, I’d look stupid,” after a moment of just standing there she swayed “I think I’m going to be sick” she said as she bolted to the bathroom where she promptly through up everything she had eaten in her entire life. After a moment she felt someone holding her hair back. She sat up and looked up at the person while she wiped her mouth. It was Gackt, he wore nothing but a towel. He ran a hand through his short dark hair and frowned.
“I’m sorry Saku,” his voice still made her shudder but she was also far too angry to give into any sort of desire she had at the moment.
“I hope it was good,” she said as she spit into the sink and turned on the water. She splashed her face and took the necklace off and set it on the sink.
“You’re going to forget your necklace.”
“Oh you can have it back… Reita was right… it’s like wearing a fucking brand,”
“Is this it then?”
“That’s up to you,” She spoke softly as she took the mouthwash out of the cupboard and took a quick swig before she placed it back. He followed her as she left the bathroom and went for the door “You have my number… mail me… call me whatever… I’m going to go do something incredibly stupid, with someone much younger and prettier than you are,” she said with a grin relishing every last word that caused him hurt as she started to climb the stairs. He had broken an unspoken rule. She paused at the top of the steps and looked down at him. He looked really sad, “If you don’t like my music and don’t respect it just fucking tell me!”
“That’s what you’re upset over?” he sounded completely confused
“Yah-huh! I could careless who you fuck as long as I don’t get a disease, but… don’t lie to me about my music!” She screamed the last part “Goodnight Gacchan,” she said as she opened the door and left.
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