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When Does the Masquerade End?	By : Kryhs Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > the GazettE Views: 1181 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the GazettE. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-When Does the Masquerade End?
- 2-The Guests Arrive
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Almost a year later...

Ruki sure did pick a good night to host his “get together”, as he called it. Yeah…get together, right. More like giant Halloween Masquerade for anyone and everyone affiliated with The Gazette or PS Company label. You sat in your taxi, watching the people who entered the old haunted looking home; a setting that was perfect for the upcoming evening. He had rented it, this you knew because you had been to his place many times. You were shocked, however, when he delivered the invitation to you in person. It was before he left for Kyoto for a month along with Reita and Aoi (something else you weren’t particularly sure of) at nine o’clock in the morning on a Saturday. You were barely awake when you opened the door after the insistent knocking and wide awake after he kissed your cheek and ran down the steps. He murmured something to you, softly against your hair. In your inebriated state you felt it, whatever “it” was. You remembered it: His knuckles ghosting your jaw line, his lips brushing your ear, his hand closing over your own as he placed the invitation in it. The top of his head disappeared down the stairs by the time you had snapped out of your confused, silent and shivering state. He left you feeling alone and anxious, knowing that he would be gone for a month, and knowing that you knew this as well. Had he planned it? Did he want you to question his actions? To keep you interested by robbing you of any chance to speak with him? You knew you could just walk up to Uruha or Kai and ask them how to get a hold of Ruki, but then there would be questions and you really didn’t want to be too forward…yet. But, inside he had written that you should bring an extra set of clothes because you wouldn’t be going home that night. What was Ruki planning?

If this had been his plan, it worked. You found yourself on the other side of your apartment, panting at the railing of the balcony. He turned, looking up at you, smiled and climbed into a car, disappearing down the road with Reita waving from the back seat. You waved half-heartedly and went back inside. A week later you found yourself reading and re-reading the invitation while going over his forward actions in your mind. You thought about what to say to him while buying the antique merlot colored gown (yes, gown) and the matching mask for his masquerade ball. You blushed while picking out underwear and a corset to fit the elegant dress perfectly, hoping that he wouldn’t see them, and at the same time secretly wishing he would. You had no idea what to expect once he came back. And to your disappointment there wasn’t much to expect either way. The band had been in the studio for the whole week of their return, which made it a little difficult to get in touch with him without sounding or coming off as desperate. The little prick was doing this on purpose. Apart from the occasional phone call and lunch with Reita, you really hadn’t had any contact with the band; which sucked in your point of view because they were employing you as the official translator for any tours that involved excessive English speaking, or even an ounce of Spanish. You were very thankful for the company the bassist provided. He was very adamant about making sure you were alright and up to speed on things, and very kind as well. Even though both you and Kai shared the same birthday, he made a point to call you and even send you a set of sterling silver earrings.

“Are you gonna get out or what?” a voice rang bringing you back to the present moment. You apologized and paid the driver extra for the time you had wasted. Grabbing your large tote back before stepping out of the cab, you walked slowly with deep, anticipated breaths to the front door. You didn’t know what to expect. Would he be waiting for you? Most likely not. Knowing the way he’s been so far, he would avoid you all evening. You finally put it in your mind that he was just being kind. His hand was only making sure you didn’t drop the invitation; his close proximity was ensuring that you heard him in your sleepy state; his fingers accidentally touched your chin when he pushed his hair out of his face. Yes, that’s exactly what happened. And with this in mind you opened the door to be greeted with a room filled with people all dressed from another era. The place was lit with ancient looking candelabras and draped in tattered looking black curtains. Everything had the look of being left alone for at least a century. The walls were a dark grey stone, the ceilings practically invisible. Chamber music floated around you, but you knew it wouldn’t last for long, at least until the party actually started. Immediately you saw Reita, a dark green mask covering his eyes and (as always) his nose, tied behind his head and easily distinguished in his bright blonde hair. His suit was dark and elegant, something befitting him. You had to remember not to drool on him tonight, you thought to yourself. He was talking to Kai, who wore a similar outfit to his only in a rich midnight blue color. As you approached them Kai’s face lit up in spite of the dark and enchanting scenery around you all.

“Happy Belated Birthday, Hime.” Apparently the nickname had caught on to more than just Ruki and Reita. Damn Takashi, you would have to kill him on Monday.

“Happy Birthday to you, Kai,” you said being enveloped in a tight hug by the older drummer, “When are you going to wrinkle?" He began laughing, "No, seriously. This looking better than me thing has got to stop!” His laughter died off into a chuckle as he kissed the crown of your head. Yes, Ruki was being kind that morning.

“Oh, good! You brought clothes!” said Reita wrenching the bag out of your hands, “I’ll go take these upstairs. Wait here, okay?” You smiled in confusion at Kai.

“Ruki and Reita have planned something for you and I after the rest of the guests have gone home. Aoi
and Uruha are staying over, too.” He explained with a shrug of his shoulders and turned to look at the other guests.

“I wish I would have known, I would have been a little more comfortable with another girl coming with me."

Kai laughed, “I think, if you combine Ruki and Uruha they’d be girl enough for you.” You shook your head at this. Many times you had mistaken Ruki and the others for women due to their elaborate costumes in concert and in music videos. On the streets you heard a lot of dry humor about their looks and always had appreciated the fact that they even made fun of themselves. But you knew very well that Ruki was a man, and silently wished that that side of him wanted you. He was only being kind, you repeated to yourself.

“Speaking of Ruki, where is he?” you asked looking around as well.

“I’m not too sure. I think he’s still walking around greeting the guests.” Said the drummer turning to look behind him, “If you want I can wait here for Reita while you go say 'Hi' to the others, Uruha’s been wanting to tell you Happy Birthday for days now. And I think Sumi is here tonight.”

“Really? I haven’t seen her in so long!” You touched Kai’s arm softly while looking around the dim room. Your mask still wasn’t on, “Yeah, tell Reita I’ll be right back.” After a quick thank you, you began perusing the large living room, as well as the rest of the house for Ruki and Sumi. You found your good female friend right away, but she was busy with a ‘friend’, namely the escort she had brought to the ball. Ruki, however, was a little more difficult. It seemed like no matter where you went you had just missed him, bumping into both Aoi and Uruha along the way. Aoi had winked at you and promised you a birthday surprise later on, which you knew meant when you all had your private party. Uruha announced to the entire world that you had just turned twenty six, and you quickly smothered his face with your hand, laughing it off as best as you could while simultaneously trying to choke him.

And, still after all this, there was no sign of Ruki. It's official, he was avoiding you. You gave up looking for him and retired to a small and virtually unoccupied sitting room with a glass of wine. You felt a pair of eyes on you, like heat from the sun. The intensity and the thought that you could be immagining it made you blush, contrasting your cool demeanor. Finally you decided to investigate this feeling and were rewarded with a sight that made your face flush. Ruki was standing in the room adjacent to the one you were in. He was speaking to a man and woman that you didn't recognize, dangling a wine glass from his slender, ring laden fingers. He wore a dark burgandy coat over a kohl black shirt and silk vest combination. His pants were inky black, straps and buckles swinging and clinking every time he moved, a thick black leather belt clinging to his slender hips. He had styled his hair with a dread lock hair peice, a style you had told him almost six months ago that you were very fond of. A red mask hid the right side of his face, but you could see the make up underneath: solid black eyeliner and eyeshadow. Thick and dark hiding his eyes, his lips done in a two tone of red and drained pink color. A primative looking symbol was ornamenting his left cheek and accentuating his high cheek bones. And suddenly with a flood of heat you realized that it wasn't the couple he had his attention on. His dark eyes fixated upon your own as he spoke to them, connecting and capturing you. Gluing you to the ground you stood on. Sending you diving back into the pool of questions you had dismissed when you entered the place. He held you there for what felt like hours until finally he laughed and looked back at the couple, taking a sip from his wine glass. Then the rest of the world came into sharp, antagonizing focus once more.

"There you are!" cried a familiar voice. You turned to see Reita walk into the room with an all too recognizable face sauntering behind him. Of course you would see him tonight, he was signed to PS Company after all, "Hime, this is Miyavi. He's a friend of ours. Miyavi, this is Kristina, but most of us just call her Kris or Hime."

"Nice to meet you," you said using the most flawless Japanese accent you could muster with a small bow.

"What's up?" his broken, heavily accented English brought a smile to your face. His manner of dress certainly won him the award for the most unique style. Black tank top, dark jeans, black blazer, thick belt with metal stars and three chains of different lengths hanging from it, and tennis shoes. His hair was swept up into a messy pony tail and his eyes made up with a hint of hot pink to match the streaks in his hair and the graffitied trucker hat he wore. You could just feel the defiant nature, charisma, attitude and confidence emanating off of him. He flashed his confident smirk and scuffed his shoe on the dark tile of the floor, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets.

"Reita tells me you're a big fan," he said looking up at you.

It was your turn to play bashful. You looked at Reita admonishingly, a goofy grin was plastered on his face, "Did he, now? Well, he'd be right, but..." you said with a dramatic pause folding your arms over your stomach, "If he said anything about attending every concert, every live and owning every single peice of merchandise there is," Reita had suddenly become very interested in the ceiling, "then he was mistaking me with Uruha, because I've never been to a concert other than the one that got me my job." Reita's grin widened and his eyes floated down to meet yours.

Miyavi laughed and began speaking in his tenor Japanese, "Now that I think about it,Uruha has been hanging around me a lot lately."

You laughed, "So, what brings you to this masquerade, Señor?" You thought throwing in your Spanish accent from home might earn you some points in his book; obtaining you a new friend and possibly another job.

"I'm signed to PS Company, aren't I?"

"That doesn't mean you have to show up to a party if it's thrown."

"Actually that's exactly what it means," Reita chidded, "He's being professional tonight."

"Ah, I see. The secret language of the rich and famous is revealed."

"Indeed," said Miyavi with a toothy grin.

"We each have an image to uphold, and Miyavi has to work even harder at it seeing as how he's a solo artist, he has to pitch himself from a bunch of different angles. Bands can use their members to pitch different things to the public," said the young bassist. You nodded not really thinking about it that way.

"So you're a music whore?" you asked jokingly.

"In a way, yes. I love music, all aspects of it. So, when I appeal to the public I use all different styles of music, if you haven't noticed. I tend to push myself into the lime light a lot."

"Oh, we've noticed."

"Well, that and I love being talked about," he laughed.

"You don't say? I always pegged you for a strong, silent type of guy."

"I know," he said a little dramatically. He began rubbing his stomach through his shirt, "I'm so modest, I can't help it. It's my nature." You rolled your eyes with a giggle, "And, I'm hungry, too."

Reita said, "Good job being professional, dude. I'd say you nailed it."

"Really?"

"No."

Miyavi hit him softly on the shoulder with the back of his hand as if to say 'shut up', "Let's go get some food, I'm starving." At first Reita looked a little reluctant and you could almost see him looking at you out of the corner of his eye. But, before you could confirm it, he smiled and lead the other male away to the kitchen.

Shaking your head, you exited the room through the door you had seen Ruki through only to find him gone. Big surprise there. You decided that it would be for the best if you just gave up looking for him for the rest of the evening, you would see him later on. But, later came sooner than you had anticipated. Before you could even make a sound you were pulled roughly through a heavy black set of drapes. You found yourself in a very dimly lit corridoor, blocked from view by the heavy curtains and muffling the sound of the party through the thick, black barrier.

An arm wrapped itself firmly around your waist and you gazed up at whoever was breathing heatedly onto your face. Ruki had pulled the wine glass from your hand and placed it with his own on a small table next to him. You felt the smooth skin of the back of his hand on your cheek, then his knuckles down your neck and the tips of his fingers along your collar bone. Keeping your eyes open became a very hard task, and soon your head had fallen back granting him easy access to the skin on your neck, your breath coming out in large puffs. He took this action as an invitation to delight in any of your exposed flesh and accepted almost immediately. You hadn't noticed that his mask was gone until his lips closed over your throat, teeth nipping lightly as he made his way from your neck to your shoulder. When he reached his destination his other hand released your waist and he gripped your upper arms tightly. With your head lolling to the side he was lavishing with attention, your eyes sought his just as his lips disconnected from your shoulder to search out your jaw again. However, something else happened entirely. Accidentally, because his eyes would not have been that wide had it been on purpose, your mouths brushed for the slightest moment. It was the catalyst that set the rest of that evening into motion.

The next thing you knew, Ruki had pushed you up against the opposite wall and pinned you there with his slender body, your thighs framing his. His mouth had crushed itself against yours in a mad hunger. Your hands found his back, digging fingers into the coat, trying to get to his skin, to feel him, scratch him, grip him closer. Apparently he had the same ideas you were having: his hands had moved down to the small of your back, lingering there for only a second before he slid his left hand over the curve of your hip, the hand that would be out of view should anyone open the drapes suddenly. His fingers began gathering the thick rustling material as fast as they could, and when he had it all out of the way they grazed over the skin of your thigh and lacy underwear you had picked specifically for tonight. He broke the kiss and leaned back to look down at what his fingers were playing with.

"Did you-?"

"Uh-huh," you nodded and wound your arms around his neck bringing him back down to your mouth. His mouth
connected with yours once more and he placed one hand against the wall behind you to keep you from bumping into it and bringing attention to the secret spot. He pulled back once more, panting slightly.

"So, you planned-"

"No," you cut him off pulling yourself up to him this time. His fingers slipped into the small strip of fabric on the side of your underwear, a smirk pulling it's way onto his lips as he kissed you deeply. He pushed you softly against the wall again, his right hand trailing from your lower back to manipulate the peaking mound on your chest roughly. Swallowing your soft whimper, his tongue slithered it's way into your waiting mouth. Lips sliding over his, trying your hardest to bring him in, bring him closer, a painful ache settled into your belly as heat built up in your center. His index and middle fingers dipped lower beneathe your skirts and you gasped almost throwing yourself back into the wall. Your whimpers came and went with each kiss, each flick, each tug. Finally they melted into hitched breathing and gasps as you tried hard not to moan aloud. His lips trailed over your jaw once more and he tugged at the soft flesh of your ear lobe with his teeth. He smiled, loving the control that you had given him, and taking for granted that because he had it at the moment meant he would always have it. You wanted, no, needed more. The teasing was going on far too long. Grabbing his face roughly your forced his mouth back on your own and lifted your leg around his waist, resting the back of your knee on his hip. He could hide his smile no longer and bit the air between your mouths teasingly before nibbling on your lower lip. He squeezed at your breast roughly once more before his mouth slowly stopped moving and slipped away from yours. You felt frustrated and looked up at him with a puzzled expression until you heard it as well.

"Hey, Kai, have you seen the princess? I forgot to give her her birthday surprise," Aoi's voice rang out in the hall parallel to the one that Ruki and yourself were tangled up in.

"I thought you were going to give it to her later on tonight?"

"I wanna give it to her now," he whined.

"No, I haven't seen her. Not since she got here. By the way, have you seen Ruki? There are a couple of people looking for him, too." Ruki's mouth formed the word "shit" and your eyes grew wide. His moist fingers slipped out of your underwear, much to your dismay, grazing your thigh and leaving a cold drying sensation as your skirts fell back around your thighs down to your ankles. Your arms were still locked around his neck and his hands rested themselves on your lower back once more.

"Hey, Kai, you don't think they..." there was an awkward pause for a few seconds.

"NAH!" they laughed. The two of you released a sigh of relief as they began talking about something they must have been discussing earlier and forgot all about their querry for the time being. Ruki leaned closer to you and kissed your slightly sweaty forehead. His lips met yours once more, the intensity was still there in the kiss, but the heat of lust was all but gone from it. Your eyes opened slowly as he pulled away, only to close again when he returned to your mouth half a second later. The two of you spent a few minutes silently enjoying the feel of each other. His fingers traced over your arms and belly, from your earlobe to your chin. You palmed his chest and shoulders, feeling your way down his arms to his wrists and back up his sides to his toned back. The last kiss finally came and he broke the comfortable silence with a tender whisper.

"There's a bathroom just down the hall and another set of drapes that leads into the ballroom. Go wash up and meet me in there, they can't know about this, okay?" he asked tilting your chin up to look at him. The first thing you wanted to say was "Why?" but you knew he probably had his reasons. So you nodded deaftly and smiled weakly when he pecked your lips one last time. He moved away from you and you moved to make your way down the hallway to the bathroom when a hand closed over your wrist. He pulled you back against him again, taught against his chest, his arms tight around your waist and back, "Did you think I was going to be indifferent forever?" Your breath caught in your throat and you just stared at him. He leaned down and whispered against your lips, "I'm not letting you off this easy. Keep that in mind when the others are asleep tonight." A passionate kiss followed the tingling his words had left in your spine and you felt him growing against your stomach, something he obviously had kept you from feeling earlier. Your face flushed and he nipped the tip of your nose before kissing it softly and leaving your side. You saw him grab his mask, setting it firmly in place before taking hold of the glass of wine with his own shade of lipstick on it and with a wink disappeared through the drapes.

"'Ey!" you heard Kai and Aoi call at the same time followed very closely by Ruki's own "'Ey!...What?"

"Where've you been?" asked Kai.

"Yeah, and have you seen Hime? I wanna give her my present already." Aoi said as Kai began laughing.

"Miyavi's been..." the rest of it you tuned out as you picked up your wine glass and walked down to the bathroom to freshen up after your brief moment of passion with a man you haven't had contact with in a month. Even before that, neither of you had had an exchange of romantic words, nor had he even hinted his feelings before that sleepy morning outside of your apartment. And tonight, you felt secure and sure of everything once more. Smiling to yourself, you made your way down the hall and into the bathroom to check the damage that was done. You couldn't wait until later on, when everyone would be asleep.
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