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My Darling Please	By : Kryhs Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Miyavi Views: 1171 -:- 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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Finally the wait was over. The pain of studying, testing, loosing sleep and gaining weight was over, and all that mattered was that diploma.

"Congratulations!" cried a group of your co-workers at PS Company. Sugiyama-san and Miyu' supervisor decided to have a small "graduation" ceremony inside of one of the break rooms for the both of you, even though Miyu still had a year of college to go. However, the two of you were being given full time hours with the company but still retained your intern positions. You were a little worried about Miyu-chan because she was still in college and now she was taking on a full time job with the label, but she had told Uematsu-sama that she could manage it. The cool thing about your graduation was it was still in May, because you had attended a school that accepted Western students who started in September, as well as Japanese students who start in April. Whoo! You didn't have to wait an extra few months to be free of all that routine crap...that helped you get to where you are today. In all honesty you had mixed feelings about school. It was really all you had ever known to do, but that was part of growing up: moving away from the things you did as a child and taking on more responsibility for yourself, and eventually your family. If asked what you wanted to do with your life, you would say you wanted to be a student. Learning new things was the best thing about school (okay that's a lie because math sucks ass...you know this) but concepts and ideas, interpretation and language, culture and society, feeling and fact and how they are tied in with spirituality versus religion. Ideas that you can be spiritual without being religious; expressing your spirituality through forms of art and music. These are the subjects that make life worth learning about.

"Thank you all!" you beamed proudly as Miyu threw her arms around you.

"Kalisu-chan, I'm so proud of you!"

"Miyu-chan today's not all about me. You have a big position at PS Company now and you'll be graduating in a year! Your name's on the cake too!" you laughed pointing at a half eaten cake that read "---gratulatio-- ---stina-cha- and Miyu-ch--" She laughed happily and thanked you before turning to look at the rest of the people in the room. The break room was decorated in black red and orange streamers representing Miyu and your favorite colors. It had been three months already and you were so surprised what actual human interaction had done for you. Before graduating, you had felt a little more at peace, though you never really vented your problems or thoughts to other people, but just having the contact was enough for you. Miyu had been right: socializing was good for you.

"Nee, Onee-chan you've accomplished three things since that day I told you about the internship."

"What are you talking about?"

"You...you've broken out of your smelly, moldy, old emo shell!" she laughed.

"Shut up," You rolled your eyes, “In any case..." you placed your head on her shoulder, "it was you who made it happen. Thank you, Miyu onee-chan." She smiled happily at you just as you heard your name being called out.

"Karis-chan!" Sugiyama-san's making an effort to get my name right... Sugiyama-san was walking over to you with a glass filled with a liquid you were certain shouldn't be at work, "Congratulations. You've earned it."

"Thank you very much, Sugiyama-san." Miyu hugged you one last time before moving along to the other workers in the room. You felt bad for your supervisor; she had been having a lot of trouble with Ikuhara-san lately. He was mad at the fact that Sugiyama-san was actually succeeding in being a good mentor to you. What he had hoped for was that she would mess up some how and be punished for it. One day after he had given her a rather disturbing look on the elevator you asked her about him?

"What's his problem?" you said glaring at him as he walked away.

"When I first started working with the company he tried to have an affair with me, but I turned him down. He's had a grudge ever since." This business really confused you.

After the younger girl was out of hearing range Sugiyama-san spoke again, "I have something for you in my office, follow me." she said walking out of the break room. ‘Something for me?’ you pondered following the older woman to her office two floors above.

As the two of you stepped into the elevator, you couldn't help but wonder, "What is it Sugiyama-san?" She merely looked at you and turned the glass in her hand. The only sound you heard for the next few minutes were the chink of ice against glass and the whir of the elevator gears. You let out a strangled groan after a while and thumped your head against the wall: the suspense was killing you.

"Oh, quite acting like a child!"

You pouted and crossed your arms when the elevator doors opened. The older woman stepped out of the steel box with you a few steps behind. The only thought going through your mind was that the gift from Sugiyama-san was being kept a secret from you, and you didn't like it. And, what was it that she could possibly get you? You weren't expecting a present from anyone, especially her. Upon entering your supervisor's office you felt like you had stepped into mixture between a crazed fan girl's room and a corporate office. The office was very spacious, even with all the furniture in it. A mahogany desk sat in one corner with a high backed black leather chair on the side where Sugiyama-san sat and a dark red-brown leather chair on the other. Her degrees and diploma's from High School and College were proudly displayed as pictures of her husband and children were tucked safely into little golden frames on a near by bookshelf. A mahogany glass topped coffee table was place near the large bay window in the back of the room with a love seat on one side and a chair on the other; both were the same leather as the chair for visitors beside Sugiyama-san's desk. The carpet was an off blue color making the rest of the room stand out brilliantly. It shone with patches of green, purple, and pink from the sun reflecting off of the various framed Miyavi pictures, posters, and album covers. You stepped over to a picture of Sugiyama-san, Miyavi-san and the actor who played Shini in the movie the musician had made when he first started his solo career. Oresama had made you laugh uncontrollably and you were surprised at how many times you caught yourself smiling at the adorable antics of the younger Miyavi-san.

Above the picture hung a promotional poster for the movie. Looking at it with mild interest you wished you could look even remotely good in hats like Miyavi-san did. You had been so thankful for his departure to Los Angeles; you really didn't feel like facing him again. Not only was it unnerving that he had suddenly found your feeble side, but you were so embarrassed at the fact that you had cursed at him. He was basically your meal ticket. If he didn't like you or felt that you were insubordinate you could be fired, and that was the last thing you wanted. It was because of this job that you were finally "out of your shell" as Miyu had so kindly put it. What was it about him that caused you to be so nervous? If anything you should be arrogant around him considering he looked like a woman, but then again he was a very pretty woman. You continued looking at the poster, but it wasn't young Miyavi-san who you were seeing. In your mind's eye you were picturing the cold eyed straight faced Miyavi-san from that day at the studio. You muttered a swear under your breath and turned to look at a picture of him playing soccer with his younger self in the movie and you couldn't help but smile. He really was an enigma. Unconsciously your mouth had opened slightly during your thoughts as you fondly studied the idol in front of you tickling the little boy.

"Karis-chan?"

Ah, crap! She caught me day dreaming..."Hmm?" you looked at her with a doe eyed expression trying your best to play off whatever emotions were showing on your face. She smiled knowingly but you refused to blow your cover.

"It's over here," she said sitting down in her high backed chair. You walked over to her desk and she pointed at the chair in front of her. Why was she asking me to sit down? This cannot be good, "I have something for you, but it's not from me. It also has a little bad news with it."

You obeyed her and sat down, "What is it, Sugiyama-san?"

"First off, the present is from Miyavi-cha-"

"Miyavi-san?!" you said leaning forward suddenly. The word shocked would be an understatement: at this moment in time you were flabbergasted, "Why would Miyavi-san give me a gift?"

Sugiyama-san smiled, "Why not?"

Turning away from her, you sat back in the chair again and scoffed, "Figures he would be the bearer of bad news..."

She narrowed her eyes at you, "Miyavi-chan is not the bad news. It's Ikuhara."

"Ikuhara-san? What has he done now?" you asked looking back at her.

She hung her head and placed her hands on the desk in front of her, "I was pushing to give you a permanent position here at PS Company, considering that you've already graduated you would be looking for another job after the internship was over; which is not very far off." You listened intently as she sat back up and looked over at her computer screen, "Ikuhara is so spiteful that he's trying anything to keep my suggestions from developing into action, even if they have nothing to do with him. I wanted to appoint you to assistant so that you could help me manage Miyavi-chan's constantly growing appointments-"

"Considering he's been famous for so long, wouldn't you have a well equipped staff for him already?"

"Do you want a job or not?" she asked crossly.

"Sorry...please, continue."

"Ikuhara suggested to Vice President Ota-san that I wasn't doing an accurate job of training you in the field, that you were only good for office work. He in turn relayed the message to the President of the company and now they don't trust my word. Considering that an internship is only a paper pushing job I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping you in the office, and I had originally planned on easing you into outside work in your last two months or so." She sighed and opened the top drawer behind her desk and pulled out a red rose wrapped in dark grey paper with a card attached to a red ribbon tied around the stem and what looked like a small brochure. She handed the rose to you and you took it with a little hesitation. First you looked at the rose. The color was beautiful and the petals were in full bloom, which meant it was going to die soon. Finally you opened the card and read it.

Miss Intern,

Congratulations on your recent graduation. Though we had a little trouble last time we saw each other I hope that it doesn't discourage you to do your best here at the company. By the way I heard about what Sugiyama-sama is trying to do for you and the training that comes with it. Okay, so it's not training, but Sugiyama-sama never gets rejected. So welcome to the crew! To be honest I'm very honored that they picked me as the artist you will be assisting for the next three months-

"Sugiyama-san, what is he-"

"Finish reading it." she said pushing the brochure around on the top of her desk with a stern expression.

-, so I hope you're ready to have your skills put to the test. Congratulations again! See you soon!

Miyavi

P.S. Bring a swimsuit. Trust me.

You rolled your eyes at the last part, but that wasn't what bugged you. It was what it insinuated, "Sugiyama-sama what does he mean 'see you soon'?"

She looked up at you with an apologetic face, "Vice President Ota-san wants to test your merit by sending you to work outside the office without any training and I won't be going with you." She handed you the brochure. You looked at it closely this time and saw that it was no brochure, but a ticket to Los Angeles, and suddenly it all became clear. You would be helping Miyavi-san with his upcoming performances for the J-Rock Revolution tour and the Anime Expo convention, "You can still contact me for help, but other than that you're on your own. Anything that Miyavi-chan asks you must do for him. If he asks you to drive him everywhere, you have to. If he asks you to pick up his dry cleaning, you must. If he asks you to cancel his appointments, try not to but if it's an emergency you must. You must also manage his appointments, make sure he gets to them on time, has enough time for practice and for rest. We don't need him reeling when he's on stage." You nodded and sat back in the chair once more.

Though it did seem a bit sudden, and you really had no clue what you were doing you were sure you could handle it. The only thing that made you cringe was the idea of being Miyavi-san's personal slave; a very well paid slave, but a slave none the less, "When do I leave?"

"Sunday at noon." She said leaning her elbows on the desk.

"So I have a day to pack..." you said thoughtfully. You let out a chuckle and began picking at the arm of the chair, "I never though I'd say this, but I didn't see myself going back to America, not even to visit. I always pictured getting a job in Japan and staying here 'til my dying day. I guess God has a different plan for me, huh?" Sugiyama-smiled and shook her head.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?" you asked looking up at her.

"Your world just got a whole lot more complicated and you're not even worried, all you can think about is your future plans. I don't mean to say it in a bad way, but it astounds me how you don't let things get you down."

You laughed, "It's not like someone just died, Sugiyama-san. Besides, I have to prove my worth at some point in time, right?"

"You're so much like Miyavi-chan it scares me."

You stood up trying to hide the frown on your face, masking it with a shake of your head and a small smile, "We're nothing alike." Sugiyama-san furrowed her eyebrows at this and you quickly excused yourself, "I'll finish up for the day and then get to packing. Thank you for the opportunity, Sugiyama-san. I'll see you later." And with that you left her office to begin your own work for the day.

Saturday you spent all day packing and cleaning everything from your dorm. You had Miyu call a few of her guy friends to come help you move the bigger stuff like your bed and desk stuff into storage and the rest of it into Miyu's apartment. You figured you would have had until the end of the summer break to find a new place, but it looks like that came two months early for you. You were actually very surprised that you were able to move it all in one day, but you figured it was because you threw away all of your notebooks and binders because school was permanently over. The rest was books, clothes (which you were taking with you), accessories, and toiletries. At midnight that night you were tucked soundly in Miyu's bed as she took a shower, the next day you would be back in your homeland, a country you haven't set foot on in over three years.

X-x-X-x-X

The plane ride was so long. No wonder you never thought about coming back to America anytime soon. You yawned trying to get used to the jet lag and time change. Already you felt tired and drugged and you hadn't even been doing anything. Funny how just traveling could wear someone out. It was almost midnight when you arrived in the Los Angeles airport. Great, now you could go straight to bed and prepare for the...well just plain prepare. It was a blessing for you just to be off that smelly plane. First class my ass, you thought crossly lugging your duffle bag and backpack down the hallway. You had packed all of your underwear and socks and about half of the summer clothes you owned, you figured that you could just mix and match them without anyone realizing it. As you reached the terminal you saw that no one was waiting there for you. Typical American airport, you thought as you adjusted the bag on your shoulder and began making your way to the luggage claim. You thought about what was going to happen in the next few months and figured you had better keep Sugiyama-san's number on speed dial. The fact of the matter was this was going to be a hard job. Not only was Miyavi-san going to play a concert but he had appearances to make, practices to attend, the need for down time, rest time, and time for him to keep his physique, and you had to put it all together in one big happy package. Hooray for corporate slavery. When you got there you saw a young Japanese male holding a sign with your last name written on it. You paused for a second and then walked up to him setting your bags on the floor next to you.

"Are you Vera-san?" he asked. Great another named they've chosen to mispronounce...

"Yes," you said holding out your hand to him, "Karisu desu." Crap! Now they had you doing it! You must have made a face because the man laughed as he introduced himself, "...I'm Kristina...call me Kris."

"Yoshi desu. Yoroshiku onegai shimasu." Instead of giving you a normal hand shake he took your hand in a grand manner: Not just a small shake, but a wide upward fling of the wrist and arm coupled with a rough jerk back down towards the floor formed his greeting.

"Yoroshiku..." you said nodding a little. You were way too tired for formalities, and your shoulder was starting to hurt from the arm shake. He smiled and said something about finding your bags but you were already tuning him out. You smiled weakly and moved over to the conveyer belt to find your luggage, pointing to them just as they were about to disappear into the back room again. You felt horrible as he scrambled to grab them and helped him lug them out to the two door... convertible? What the fuck is Miyavi-san thinking picking me up in a rag top? Oh, wait...its Miyavi-san, my bad. You stepped up to the car and looked at him sitting in the front seat with his long legs kicked up on the dash board.

"Hi, long time no see." he said smiling at you from behind a pair of dark sunglasses. You stared at him for a moment and tossed your bags (over his head) into the back seat before climbing over the side of the car (you didn't feel like waiting for him to get up) and lay down on the back seat in a curled up position. He flinched when you had thrown your bags and watched you in amusement as you plopped into the back. You could hear Yoshi-san putting your luggage in the trunk before you began to nod off, but suddenly the feeling of being stared at began to invade your senses. Miyavi-san was smiling at you over the tops of his sunglasses when you cracked open one of your eyes.

"Tired?"

"Immensely...now shut up and let me sleep...boss." You added turning away from him. You could hear him laughing as the convertible began moving. The sound of the radio stations being changed every five seconds until something "good" came up meant that he would leave you alone...for now. But, you were sure the way he was banging on the dash board that the air bag was going to pop out at any second. The thought of Miyavi-san being hit in the face with his own feet and an airbag brought a smile to your face, and you snuggled deeper into the backseat as the night air washed over you and lulled you into Neverland. What you didn't know was that Miyavi-san had turned around to check on you just as you fell asleep, the smile set firmly in place for the remainder of the evening.

X-x-X-x-X

When you woke up you were in fairly decent hotel room in a good sized bed for two. The white bed spread had been pulled back and you were covered by the nicest black sheets you had seen and felt in your lifetime. The pillows were soft and so was the carpet. The shower was clean and had a decent curtain covering it, and there was a door that led to the balcony inside the room. But, what you liked the most was that the room and bathroom were separate from the sitting room. You opened the door and saw a small love seat in front of a simple coffee table and an entertainment center by the wall with the sliding balcony door. A small kitchen lined the wall that led to the bedroom with a medium sized refrigerator and a small stove. There were also cabinets and closets around the hotel room so that you could store your things while you stayed here. This must have been a room used specifically for extended stay guests. You saw a note placed strategically on the television screen with kanji scribbled on it.

Sleeping Beauty,

The very thought made you blush. Who was it that brought you up to your room last night? For sure it wasn't Yoshi, he looked too small. Unless Miyavi-san had someone waiting for him at the hotel, or another worker who was staying here help him...Nah, he had someone help him. You shook the thought of Miyavi-san carrying you up here out of your head and continued reading.

Boy, do you need some serious exercise. It took forever to bring you up here.

Oh, he was going to die.

I figured the trip had drained you, so I won't really need you during the day. But tonight we have something very important to do, so be sure to call me when you wake up. The number you can reach me at is...

He sure was going out of his way for you. There had to be something wrong with him, you just felt it in your gut.

I'm staying in the same hotel in room 503. Just come by if you need anything. Hope you slept well, you're going to need it.

Miyavi

You tossed the note on top of the table and plopped down on the couch and reached for the hotel room phone. Should you? Your hand hesitated over the receiver and you pulled it back into your lap before repeating the process several times. You laughed at yourself and stood up to get something to eat. What are you, his dog? Do you automatically come when called?

“Grow up!” you hissed at yourself as you opened the fridge. You bent over to look inside of it and found it empty except for a small note.

You can eat when you call me.

You stood up with the note in hand and stared at it. "Asshole," you muttered before tossing the note on top of the counter. You decided a shower would be the best choice and went back into the room. After fumbling and searching for your bags you found them in the closet and dragged the one with all of you bathroom supplies with you as you headed for the shower. A nice refreshing bath was all you really needed, and then you could face His Majesty. To you water was one of the most beautiful things in the world, and the most powerful element. With the ability to put out fire, corrode earth, and mix into the air it was no wonder you were fond of water. That and you were a water child. Surprise! You share the same birthday as Kai from The GazettE; which you found out thanks to Miyu and her pal Daiki from the mixing studio. Whoo... But, your mind was far from musicians and schedules and mixing and labels and studios. Right now you were only thinking about the warm water gushing over your hand that was about to envelope every wound up muscle in your body. Thank God for hot water. You shed your clothes and stepped into the shower of warm water and sighed as all the tension seemed to run down your body and into the drain. And for nearly an hour you sang away your sorrows; things you never wanted to talk about with anyone. Your parents sudden rejection of you when you closed yourself off, your first boyfriends attempted rape, the constant belittling the rest of your family gave you. They accused you of everything but murder and in turn you became angry with them. A single day didn't go by that one hateful thing wasn't passed between you all. There were nights of screaming and days of silent loathing. They all ended the same way: you gave in just to have at most three days of peace. You leaned your head against the cold tile of the shower wall you hadn't spoken to them in three years, and here you were back in America. It was as if opportunity wasn't just knocking: she was screaming her head off for you to get your ass in gear. It was so surprising how one day you just left; cutting yourself off from them completely. When did things get so screwed up? you sank down in the shower and hugged your knees to your chest, When did I lose my family? When did I lose myself?

Ten minutes later you found yourself back on the love seat staring at the note from earlier. It was nine twenty-three in the morning and you were growing hungrier by the second. You could just go out to eat, but then you would be ignoring your duties as an assistant. Sugiyama-san specifically told you to do whatever Miyavi-san asked...unfortunately. It was barely the first day you really didn't need any slip ups. You let out a frustrated groan and picked up the receiver, dangled it in your hand and hung it back up.

"This is so stupid..." you sighed running a hand through your hair. You decided to get dressed just in case he decided to pull you along to some place public with his entourage. Still wrapped in the hotel robe you meandered over to the bag that stored all of your neatly folded clothes and crouched beside it as you opened it. You pulled out a burgundy camisole top, a black zippie, and a pair of faded jeans. You hated getting all dressed up, but at least you made an effort to look decent. After a quick trip to the bathroom to apply eye liner and mascara you came back and shoved on a pair of lace up boots with a small heel. Before you left the room you put on some lip gloss just to 'wow' the others. Hell, you were in Los Angeles! Why not live a little...with just lip gloss...baby steps, remember? You grabbed a small back pack and threw your folders, pager, company cell phone, make up bag and a brush in it just in case. You stepped out into the sitting room running the brush through your hair a few times to get the knots out. Seconds later you were pacing the space between the television and the phone while biting on your thumb nail. You stopped and stared at the phone smacking yourself in the forehead, "Just call him!" You made a noise half way between an 'ooooh' and a 'huuuhhh', "...but, I don't want to deal with him today..." you whined falling onto the couch. You took a deep breath and picked up the phone, this time dialing the number before you could change your mind. You closed your eyes and listened to the lull of the ring and almost hung up when the sound of a click reached your ears.

"Miyavi desu!" You smiled, he sounded out of breath. 'Oh God! No, no! Stop it! You are NOT turning into a fan girl!' you scolded yourself, "Hello?"

Ah, crap..."Miyavi-san!" you said quickly. You were thankful that he wasn't in the room to see you blushing like a mad woman.

"Kris-chan!" he said cheerfully, "You're awake then?"

"No, I'm calling you in the middle of my sleep - of course I'm awake."

"It was just a question."

You sighed, "I know, I'm sorry..."

"Its okay. So...you hungry?" you heard a few other people talking in the background. One of them burst out laughing and another told him to quiet down.

"Yeah, actually...the funny thing about that is I went to get something out of the fridge earlier, but all I could find was a very unappetizing piece of paper."

He laughed, "Really? Sounds like you got jipped, 'cause I got butt loads of food up here."

You leaned back against the love seat, "Hmm, you don't say? Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to find something healthy to eat, seeing as how I need a diet and all."

He laughed loudly once more before answering, "I was only kidding, Miss Intern. Come up stairs and eat with us, you know the room number."

You paused for a second, "Do I have to?"

"Yes, the Miyavi demands it. Now get your ass up here." You groaned, "Don't make me come down there..."

"All right, all right. I'm on my way," you muttered, "If I don't get lost I should be there in five minutes."

"Okay, bye bye."

"Bye," you hung up and looked around for your room key when the phone rang.

"Oh for the love of Jesus, what now?" you drawled answering it, "Hi, Kristina desu."

"I have your keys up here. Hurry up, you've got three minutes. I'm counting."

"What the hell? I just hung up with you not even a minute ago!"

"I know, I started counting when we began talking."

"You're an as-..." you clenched your teeth and pulled the phone away from you gripping the receiver with both hands and shook violently. Closing your eyes you put the phone back up to your ear, "I'll be right there." You hung up and tromped out of the room grumbling something about putting glue in his toothpaste whenever you got the chance while scooping up your backpack. Making sure that the door was locked, you made your way to the elevator. You pressed the button to go up and stuffed your hands inside the pockets of your jacket. The ride up was uneventful, as was the walk to Miyavi-san's room; it was when you arrived there that things got interesting. You expected Yoshi to answer the door, maybe an annoying topless Miyavi-san, but not him. The second the door opened your jaw must have fallen to the floor because he laughed and looked back at Miyavi-san.

"Do you know her, Miyavi-san?" he asked in his sultry voice, his hair falling in his laughter filled almond shaped eyes. You could see Miyavi-san in the background sitting at a table with three other people. He leaned to the side to see past the elder musician out the door.

"Oh, Miss Intern! Right on time," he got up and sauntered over to the door where he stood about a quarter of a foot taller than said other male. Miyavi-san was wearing a white tank top, a pink camouflage hooded sweater, a white belt and baggy jeans. His hair was pulled into a pony tail at the base of his skull and looked as if he had woken up only thirty minutes prior to this moment. You looked at Miyavi-san and pointed to the other musician who looked simply delectable in his fitted black t-shirt and black pants.

"Wha-" you looked back at the man who cocked a finely plucked eyebrow in response. Looking back at Miyavi-san you said, "Can I talk to you...alone..." you added when you noticed he was about to make a smart assed remark. He smiled at the older man and put a hand on your shoulder guiding you into his suite. You dropped your bag just inside the door and with his hand on your shoulder, the taller male led you through the dining area and into the bedroom; the two of you received rather suggestive looks from the others at the dining room table as you passed. Inside the room there were clothes strewn everywhere along with papers, music ledgers, and at least three acoustic guitars and an electric or two. With everything thrown around like this it reminded you of the way your little brother's room used to look. You felt your heart ache at the thought of the little smiling face you hadn't seen in so long. He was nine when you left...he just turned twelve this past February.

You heard the soft click of the door behind you and decided it was safe to turn around: big mistake. The sight you took in was enough to make any fan girl scream with happiness and faint with lust. . Miyavi-san was leaning back against the door, his head hung down as his dark eyes seemed to focus on your clothing rather than your face. His thumbs were hooked into his jeans pockets as he idly played with his lip ring from inside his mouth. You placed your hands on your hips and gave him the best "you're a moron" face you could. He smiled and turned his eyes away from you suddenly finding whatever was in that corner very interesting as he leaned his head back against the white painted wood of the door. You narrowed your eyes and watched him turn his face to the right. Taking the opportunity to study him in the back of your mind, you found nothing that gave you a clue to who he really was. He seemed so painfully obvious that you just knew there was something more to him. Something deeper than the simple answers he gave, something hidden under his constant child like actions, something profound in the way he carried himself. It was like he was constantly being unprofessional in the most professional way; as if he was right in front of you, but miles away at the same time. Your brows furrowed in contemplation as the unanswered question that was Miyavi-san constantly rang in your head. No matter how many times you've tried to figure what it was about him that caught your attention just like everyone else’s you just couldn't place your finger on it.

He turned back to you with a bright look in his eyes, "Like what you see?"

Your eyes went wide with shock and you scoffed in indignation, "Like hell!" you crossed your arms in an angered fashion and rested your weight on your left leg making your hips jut out to the left. Curves, anyone?, "You know I don't..." get you...you wanted to say, but it wouldn't come out and you sighed in frustration and ran your fingers through your hair, before replacing your hands on your hips before looking back at him. He was staring at your clothes again, because there was no way he could be smiling like that at your body. You cocked an eyebrow, "What?"

His eyes flicked back up to yours and he shook his head with a small smile, "What did you want to talk to me about?"

You chewed on your bottom lip for a second before answering, "Can you do me a favor and warn me when you have distinct company if I'm coming over? You know, just so I don't make a fool out of myself like I just did."

"Gakkun is a regular guy just like me. We just happen to be musicians..."

"With awesome bodies..." you muttered under your breath while looking at the floor.

He smirked at you, "What did you say?"

"Nothing...Just please do me that little favor."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, and tell me before you take my food away. Next time I might bite, and it won't be pleasant."

He laughed and pushed away from the door, "Sure thing." You watched him as he kicked a few clothes out of the way still trying to figure him out. He looked up and caught you staring at him again, "Is something wrong, because you keep giving me this look that makes me uneasy." Your eyes went wide. You were making him uneasy? Well, if that's not a first...

"No, why would something be wrong? I mean I only went slack jawed when Gackt-sama opened the door, practically made a fool of myself stuttering like an idiot, and now your buddies out there think we're having a quickie in here...but why would anything be wrong?"

"Would a quickie make it better?" he asked with a smirk. How the hell does he do that?

"No!" you cried with disgust as your face burned with embarrassment and excitement at the idea. You were a virgin. It's not like you didn't fool around or anything, you weren't a complete virgin, but you had never committed the actual act of intercourse. Though others made you feel awkward about it, it was something you prided yourself on: The fact that you were a rarity and a hidden treasure. But thanks to dear old Step Dad, you felt less like a treasure and more hidden. You glared at Miyavi-san. "I am not a floozy!" you snapped and stomped to the door grabbing the handle. He put his hand over yours to keep you from yanking the door open and you kept your eyes on the white paint in front of you.

Sliding down to the left he pushed his face into the upper left hand corner of your vision, "I never said you were." His voice was so serious that you couldn't help but look at him. Slowly and hesitantly your eyes shifted up in his direction and he brushed a lock of hair over your shoulder, "You look nice today."

You looked back at the door and scoffed again, "Says the man who said I need exercise."

"Oh my God..." he said thumping the back of his head against the door and removing his hand from yours only to replace them in his pockets, "I said I was kidding."

"That doesn't mean it didn't strike a nerve," you told him crossing your arms again. He looked down at you in a sideways angle and hung his head. You were right and he knew this.

"I'm sorry-"

"What?!" you asked in complete incredulity. Your mouth had fallen open and you blinked at him as if you had been looking at him for the very first time.

He turned to you, confusion written on his face as well, "What are you talking about?" He was quiet for a few seconds when you could see the little light bulb switch on behind his eyes, "You don't think I can apologize?"

"It's not that I didn't think you were capable of it, I just thought you wouldn't." He narrowed his eyes at you and opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, "I'm kinda hungry can we please go eat now?" You were trying your hardest to avoid conflict at this point. Closing his mouth he began to move away from the door but as you opened it he slammed it shut again and leaned dangerously close to you.

"You really piss me off sometimes, you know that?" he said in a stern tone. There it was again, that cold look that chilled you to the bone and made you feel like he could hurt you in the worst ways if he tried.

Your eyebrows swept up in emotional pain and confirmation and you hung your head from your shoulders. You couldn't even speak this time, knowing that you would be fired before the end of the three months was up, knowing you would be gone by the end of the week. "I'm sorry..." you tried to whisper, but it came out like a hiss of air. You heard him shifting in front of you and felt his finger tips barely touch the crown of your head, but you pulled away and opened the door. You walked out into the dining room and snatched up the hotel notepad and a pen scribbling down your number before grabbing your bag and excusing yourself from the hotel room. You walked briskly down the hallway and into the elevator pressing the button for the first floor and the button to close the door as quickly as possible. Backing up against the wall, just as the last inch of hallway began to fade, you saw Miyavi-san's eye appear in the crack. You heard the sound of something slamming against the outside of the elevator door and a loud curse.

As you sank down to the floor of the steel box you knew today was not going to be a good day...

The rest of the morning was spent silently with a notebook and your mp3 player. Whenever one of his songs played you changed it as quickly as possible. You didn't want to deal with him today, considering that you were going to get fired soon; you didn't want to deal with him period. Maybe you weren't cut out for this job? Maybe you should just call it quits and catch the next bus heading back to your old town? Maybe you should forget that you ever went to Japan and resign to the fact that no matter where you go, you were going to screw things up somehow? Or maybe you should go back to Japan and quit first thing in the morning? No, you couldn't do that. Either way you looked at it, you had been running away from the problem at hand. He was getting closer and closer to the truth about you and it made you want to keep him at a distance even farther than before. You crossed your arms on top of the table and nestled your head inside the hole that they made. You had no idea how to deal with people; you had never been close enough to them in order to figure it out. The only one who you could even consider a good friend was Miyu. She was just easy to get along with, granted you never really spoke of your life or feelings with her. She was normally the one who did all the talking, but just hearing her confide in you made you happy to have a friend like her. You were thankful that she did this for you, but then again...You shook your head. No, you weren't supposed to be thinking about him. But, it was so hard. Your entire day was scheduled around making his schedule and seeing that he followed it. Your phone began to ring. You were so scared to answer it whenever a number that you didn't recognize appeared on the screen. Pulling it out you heaved a sigh of relief seeing that it was Sugiyama-san and flipped it open.

"Sugiyama-san I'm so glad you called-"

"Is Miyavi-chan with you?"

"N-no...why?" you asked a little put off.

"What the hell are you doing then? Obviously not your job..." she said ruefully. You had never heard her speak to you this way before, and it made you feel even worse, "What's this I hear about you walking out during breakfast?"

"Oh...he called you?"

"No, one of the guys having breakfast with him that morning is close to Miyu's supervisor. Apparently the two of you were alone in Miyavi-chan's room and then you left in a hurry and he went after you. They also said he's been angry all morning and is thinking about being truant from his practice with S.K.I.N. this afternoon. What the hell happened?" You remained quiet for a moment or two before Sugiyama-san spoke up again, "Hello! I'm talking to you!"

You closed your eyes. "I don't think I can do this anymore..."

"Well, why not? Are you sick?"

"No..."

"Are you tired of the job?"

"...no."

"Or are you just pussing out after all the work Miyu went through to help you out?" she said spitefully. She knew exactly what to say to get you to spill the beans, oh was she good.

"I think he hates me..." you said softly. You could hear Sugiyama-san sigh and the sound leather makes when you move while sitting on it.

"He doesn't hate you..."

"How do you know? Just today...never mind I can handle it on my own. I don't gossip."

"And that's a good thing. Because if you did I don't think you would have stayed with us this long. Listen...people who don't understand other people tend to say rash and harsh things. He doesn't hate you, he's just trying to adjust...Why what did he say to you? I know you don't gossip, but just tell me."

"He said I piss him off."

"You probably do-"

"Sugiya-"

"But, that doesn't mean he hates you."

"I..." you dropped your head onto the table top and held the phone to your ear

"Go back to the hotel and talk to him."

"Do I have to?"

"If you want to get paid: yes. If not, then by all means have fun in L.A. I hope you find a way to get back somehow."

"You're a great motivational speaker, you know?" you said sarcastically, watching as two girls wearing tube tops and mini skirts laughed and walked past the window of the coffee shop you were in.

"I know, now get up and go back to the hotel."

"Yes, ma'am."

Twenty minutes later you found yourself standing outside of the hotel elevator waiting for it to open. Shifting uncomfortably and readjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder, you watched the light above the elevator waiting for it to open. You began switching songs on your mp3 player deciding it would be best to go to your room to cool off and collect yourself first. But, life had other plans for you. Like a bad movie when the song Peter Pan Syndrome (his song) streamed through your headphones and into your ears, who should appear behind the doors of the moving steel box but the cause of your stress himself? The only difference in his appearance was his pink and black trucker hat, bright green converse, and dark sunglasses. Frozen, stuck, glued to the spot by his eyes when he saw you: you could not move and you could not speak. Hell, you were having a hard time thinking of what to do. You made up your mind that the only way to fix this was to continue talking with him without running away this time. He must have assumed that you were not going to say anything because he caught the elevator door as it closed and began to walk past you. How were you going to stop him? The voice you were so proud of having, the force behind your words and conviction...it was all gone. Where had it gone to? You couldn't find it, and he was leaving. He was to the front and to the right only one foot, he was next to you, he was behind: without thinking your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist as he was about to step away.

"Wait...please?" you said almost too softly. There was a moment where you thought he was going to throw you off of him and continue on his way, but it passed and he stood behind you with his wrist locked inside your hand. You made up your mind that this needed to end, for your own sanity and for the sake of being professional. With Miyavi-san in tow, you entered the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. The two of you stood side by side: you wringing your hands in front of you and he with his stuffed into his pockets. The floor, look at the floor, don't look at him. Don't think about it until we get into the room...look at the floor. You heard him sigh and, out of the corner of your eye, saw one of his hands leave his pocket to rub his forehead, but kept your head low and your gaze on your shoes.

"Look-"

"Mmm..." you interrupted him with a shake of your head. Taking a quick glance in his direction you shook your head once more, "Mmm-mmm." The door opened and you grabbed his sleeve, leading him to your room. You knew he had the keys with him; he can't be that cruel (even if he might have you fired). Stopping in front of the door, you let go of his sleeve as he pulled out the key and opened the door for you, but you waited by it until he walked in. The door was closed, it was safe to make a fool out of yourself now. The only traces of you even being in that room at all today were the two notes from Miyavi-san laying on the coffee table and counter. You let him walk a good distance into the room with his hands in his pockets before you lifted your head and stepped up to bat. You moved behind him and began talking, but as he turned around you found yourself looking at the floor once more. His face had a blank and uninterested look on it, but the sunglasses were masking his eyes so you had no idea what he was thinking. Even if you were to see his eyes you probably wouldn't be able to guess what was going on in his little enigmatic head.

"I'm...not very god with people, and I’m even less experienced with words. But, what I said earlier...everything I've said until this point has been out of line. I-I like working here, and I feel like it's helped me out a lot as far as social inequities go..."

"Is there a point to this?" he asked rather sharply. Your eyes flicked upwards and you looked down at the ground and clasped your hands in front of you, your heart sinking into your stomach. He didn’t wait for your response, “You do realize that you insulted me, right? I mean you practically said I’m an arrogant prick who doesn’t give a shit about what others think and feel. You don’t know anything about me, and here you are accusing me of-”

"I know! I know…” you sighed and collected yourself, “I'm asking you to forgive me," you shook your head and choked out the next part, much to your dismay, "I don't want to look for another job."

"Why do you do that?" You looked up at him once more. He had finally taken off his sunglasses: his eyes filled with frustration and amusement. You must have given him a look that said you were confused because he continued, "You come off as this strong and independent person, and yet you're constantly running away and avoiding conflict. Then, when there finally is a conflict you're the one that gives in. Why is that?" You looked away again, but this time it wasn't in shame, guilt or sadness. You thought about what he said. It is true: you didn't like conflict. But, it wasn't because you couldn't handle it, it’s because you didn't want to deal with it. But, doesn't that mean you couldn't handle it? What about your parents: you couldn't handle the conflicts you had with them either, could you? And what had your little brother done to deserve being treated the same way? He didn't know why you left. For all he knows everything was fine and dandy with all of you, and one day you just disappeared. How selfish had you been these past three years, keeping your brother in the dark. And, your parents were they really being difficult or were they just trying to help in the only way they knew how?

Have I really been running this whole time? "I don't know...I really and honestly don't know. But, I've been this way since my mom remarried and dear old step dad turned out to be one hundred percent less than a good guy. I think it's something I developed as a defense mechanism. Just give them what they want and they'll leave you alone...that kind of thing, you know?" you looked back up at him and blushed a light pink color, "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear my sob stories about my family."

He blinked and a small smile formed on his lips, "I think you need to let a few skeletons out of the closet." You looked away from him again, "Maybe not today, but...it sounds like you haven't really told anyone anything about yourself. Keeping it all inside can make you sick sometimes. You should tell someone how you're feeling."

"I don't know how to do that..." you said moving past him to the love seat. You plopped down on it and propped your chin in your hands with your elbows on your knees, "I've never been able to before, and...I'm not comfortable with telling people all my stupid, selfish problems. I've always been okay with just listening to others and knowing that my life is less complicated than theirs."

"Just because your life is less complicated doesn't mean you don't need to vent every once in a while."

"I vent, I do it by danci-" you blushed and trailed off, but he had already caught it.

"That's good, at least you do something, but is it enough?" You brought your legs up on the couch and hugged them to your chest as Miyavi-san came over and sat down beside you. You rested your chin on your knees and felt his arm go over your shoulders. You snapped your head around to see him sitting next to you, but he merely smiled and looped his other arm around your knees pulling you into a hug, "Like I said, maybe it's not today, tomorrow, a week, or even a month from now. But, at some point it needs to come out, just like a dam that's overflowing. And when that happens I'll be here to listen." You gave him the "yeah right" look and he placed his forehead against yours for a split second before letting you go and turning around to cough. You blinked from the brief moment of your eyes going crossed and wondered what the hell he was doing, but before he pulled away you could have sworn his eyes had doubled in size. He ruffled your hair and smiled at you, "I will be..."

"Don't say that. You shouldn't commit yourself to something so t-"

"Trivial?" he finished for you. You caught yourself and closed your mouth placing your head back on your knees.

"I will. My word is one that you can trust. If it comes to that point, I'll be here for you…” He rubbed your upper back as you sighed, “I promise." You closed your eyes as he began to hum a little tune and drifted off into your own little world, a world where you've stopped running.

[[Ok so! This is by far the longest chapter in the story as of right now. I'm writing this because I would like reviews and feed back on how I'm doing. I may or may not decide to make this a sexually graphic story but I think I'd rather take the romance route with this one. So, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! ^^

-Krys-]]
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