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Defective Minds	By : LunaValentine Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Miyavi Views: 1593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Miyavi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hope it's decent, i did this at about midnight last night ^_^ I think it's better than previous chapters though...
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‘Rei, I’m sorry…’ She’d already disappeared into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her when Miyavi opened his mouth.
Sighing, Miyavi locked the front door and places the keys on the table next to the telephone before proceeding to take off his shoes and making his way to the small kitchen.
He grabbed about a dozen cans of Kirin from the fridge and brought them into the living room – he was going to need all of them, and if he was going to get alcohol poisoning, then so be it.
Collapsing onto the ground, she leaned against her bedroom door as the need to punch Miyavi and the tears returned.
Why the fuck did she matter so much.
He was only her roommate; he wasn’t her father, her brother, or her fucking boyfriend. He was just Miyavi. Just Myv…
‘I can’t… Rei I just can’t be with you…’ Miyavi said four years ago.
His heart wanted her, but he knew he just couldn’t. Why – he wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to hurt her, he was afraid he’d just end up hurting her; the last thing he wanted was losing her altogether.
‘Ishihara, two years ago you came to me and…’ Rei used to call Miyavi by his last name when they were younger, it took her a while to get used to “Miyavi” or “Myv” or “Mimi”.
Two years ago Miyavi came to her and asked her to be with him.
To this day he wants nothing more than that, but something tells him to stay away.
He could only look at her delicate and flawlessly beautiful figure as she let the tears fall.
‘I’ll take you home…’ He said, raising his hands to touch her shivering shoulders.
‘Ishihara…’ She wrapped her arms around his waist, crying silently on his chest.
He lifted a hand to the back of her head and ran his hands through her wet (then) crimson red hair.
The rain poured on, forcing them to stay under the cover of the bridge in which they always met up under until the rain ceased so he could take her home.
That’s what it was like. He’d wanted her for six years but had done nothing about it; she wanted him four years ago but gave up completely about two years ago.
When he offered for her to come and live with him, she didn’t know he was still this much into wanting her. One thing she hated was having someone else have control over her life. Miyavi was never really like that, but only lately when she spent a lot of time with the GazettE boys did he start to become extremely protective over her.
She could hear the sound system blaring out some creepy music – probably another horror movies. He was never a fan of those - it was she got him into them when she moved in.
Usually she’d join him with a large bottle of Smirnoff and at least a whole new packet of Salem Pianissimo – she lived on those demons. But tonight she was going let Miyavi watch the movie alone. She had better things to do.
Uruha had asked her out earlier today to have her spend the day with him tomorrow and maybe take her out to dinner. She’d said “yes”. After tonight’s incident, she thought for a minute that this may cause trouble within PS Company.
But she wasn’t going to let Miyavi stop her, and Uruha had already said he couldn’t give a shit if Miyavi was going to chuck a tantrum at him – it seemed like Miyavi had warned everyone not to touch her.
The clock hanging above her door displayed 9.56am when she woke up, to realize she had about an hour to get ready before Uruha came to pick her up.
She tiptoed out of her room, passed the passed out Miyavi on the couch, to the kitchen.
‘Ah!’ She almost tripped over one of Miyavi’s shoes as she entered the kitchen area, waking up the passes out Miyavi in the process.
‘Rei?’ He sat up too quickly, causing his head to spin like a ferris wheel gone mad.
‘Morning.’ She picked up his shoe and threw it over to near the door. It landed with a loud THUD as she proceeded into the kitchen.
‘Are you still mad at me?’ Miyavi asked, rather casually. It was easier to at least sound like everything was fine.
Rei said nothing.
‘Damasu kurai nara damasareru hou ga ii wa... nante, higeki no HIROIN kouban shichainasai yo…’ He sang a line from her favourite song of his quietly, though loud enough for her to hear faintly.
‘KABOCHA no umaguruma wa mukae ni wa konai no…’ She responded.
She wasn’t so mad with him about last night anymore.
‘DORESU no suso makuriagete, hashiridashina maiden…’ He finished the bit on a lighter tone. ‘Does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?’ He asked.
‘It doesn’t mean anything.’ Rei said blandly.
Miyavi sighed and got up off the couch to join her in the kitchen.
She switched on the kettle before turning around to face him. ‘I’m out all day today.’
‘Okay.’ He tried to sound like he didn’t really care.
‘I’m spending the day with Uru-chan.’ She leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms in front of her, watching Miyavi who easily reached the overhead counter for two mugs.
He almost lost grip of the two mugs as she mentioned Uruha.
‘Are you doing anything today?’ No, she wasn’t asking him if he’d like to join them.
‘I’m not jealous Rei.’ He sighed, placing the mug down next to the kettle behind her.
‘And you weren’t jealous at all last night?’ She asked coldly.
She mightn’t be so mad anymore, but she clearly wanted to make him at least a little miserable, and she knew telling him that she was spending the day with Uruha would do just that.
He opened his mouth to answer but held back for a moment as he appeared to be thinking. ‘Okay,’ he finally said, ‘maybe I was jealous last night.’
‘Why are you telling your friends to stay away from me?’ She asked firmly, masking her frustration.
‘I…’ He had nothing to defend himself there.
‘Whatever.’ She decided to leave the argument there – it would make him spend the day thinking about her, and that would make him a little more miserable.
‘I was miserable enough last night.’ He knew her all too well.
‘That’s really not my problem, Ishihara.’ She hadn’t called him that in four years.
‘I’ll make you your coffee, why don’t you go take a shower and get dressed, you don’t want to keep Kouyou waiting.’ Miyavi said, referring to Uruha by his real name.
She returned to the kitchen half an hour later, dressed in a simple pair of tight black jeans, a bright yellow corset, a black marching band jacket she’d left unbuttoned and a pair of yellow Chuck Taylor sneakers she’s drawn Geishas on – she was pretty good at art, she’d help Miyavi with the design of some of his album covers, and all the paintings in their apartment were works of hers – there was at least two paintings in each room/area.
‘You look nice.’ He handed her the luke-warm mug of coffee.
She liked it luke-warm so she could drink it all in one go.
‘Five teaspoons of instant coffee, one teaspoon of sugar and one and a half teaspoon of creamer.’ Miyavi announced proudly. ‘Made about twenty minutes ago so it should now be around the right temperature.’
‘Thanks.’ Rei said, trying hard to hide her admiration – she found it cute that he never forgot how she liked her coffee, this was the first time he’d made her a morning coffee since probably 3 years ago.
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