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Triangle	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Miyavi Views: 2072 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Triangle
- 2-two
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-five
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 4
- 5
- 6
Night had descended upon bringing with it cooler air. Hyde’s body had bunched itself together at the sudden change in temperature, he was not yet used to the highs and lows of the city. His eyes crept open adjusting to the dark that had over taken the room. Hyde yawns wide realizing that his throat is painfully dry and there was a weird taste left in his mouth from the last time he had ate.

What time is it? Hyde wonders as he uncurls his legs giving them a good stretch in the process. He sat up running a hand through his unruly mane while clicking on the bedside lamp with the other. His eyes widened and adjusted again to the change in surroundings. As if on clue his cell began to rang.

Kaz.

“I’m up?” Hyde’s raspy voice greeted into the phone.

“I’m up?” Snapped an all too familiar voice. “Is that how you signal your whores that you‘re ready for them?” Megumi finished with a sneer.

I don’t need this right now. And it if were Megumi’s voice alone would have killed his horny.

“Thought you were Kaz.” Hyde explains as leans over the side to find his jeans. They weren’t there. He turns his attention to the drawer, he pulls it open and sure enough there was a pack there.

“So you’re sleeping with him now huh.” Megumi inquired as if it were her right.
Hyde rolls his eyes placing a cylinder of white between his lips replying simply, “I was sleeping and Kaz said that he would call.” Hyde brought his lighter to the end of the cigarette and lit up. He needed the hit of nicotine more then ever.

Megumi was silent, probably chewing at her bottom lip Hyde wagered as he waited. His ‘wife’ didn’t really call him unless she had to so whatever it was that she had to say she should just get it over with and be on her way. That is unless she actually wanted to hear his voice because she…

Hyde wiped the thought from his mind with another taste of nicotine.

“Tetsu wants to take Hijori for the weekend.”

Hyde nearly choked on his smoke.

“Run that by me again?”

Megumi sighs. “He just wants to spend some alone time with the boy. After all he might be-”

“About that,” Hyde cut her off. “When are you-” She cut him off this time. Pain and pleading in her voice.

“I told you. I rather not know. Either way you are his father, Hideto.”

The great divide of their marriage. It didn’t even matter that he had a long standing affair with another man, the very fact that she might have had his best friend father their son- his son made him sick. Sure he loved them both but the betrayal of that was just… He had to know who.

“I’ll think about it.” Hyde blew out a cloud of nicotine haze into the air. His back ridged against the wooden headboard of the bed as he sat staring at the blank screen of the television.

“Don’t take too long. Time different and all.” She reminded him, her voice held some warmth that he hadn’t heard from her in a while.

The guitarist clicks his phone shut after saying a brief good-bye to the woman he had married. He then jumps to his feet making for the closet the hotel provided him with. He stares hard at his wardrobe trying to put together a good come get outfit. Hyde decides on a pair of snug fitting jeans, a graphic tank and given the slightly chilled weather his jeans jacket.

He took a glance at his hair, his wild natural colored mane was a doing a thing all it’s own. He liked the look. Hyde then snatched up some choice pieces of jewelry including his wedding band- he had noticed that most of women there were attracted to his wedding band for some odd reason.

His cell was ringing against. This time it had to be Kaz.

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Saito’s hearty snores followed Miyavi out of the manager’s suite as he crept from it. It had taken some real bravo on the guitarist part but Miyavi managed to Saito to let him have his own suite. Normally the artist and the manager had to share a room making after hours activities impossible. Not that Miyavi was considering such things since he hooked up with Maaya but some space from Saito was well deserved after putting up with his snores on the plane.

“Thanks Wicky.” Miyavi drew the petite stylist into a comfortable hug, after all she had given up her room.

“You just better share some of that action you get from Maaya with me.” Wicky murmured against the fabric of his shirt.

Miyavi laughs. “I gotchu Wicky.” Miyavi smiles down as her showing off serious dimples and teeth. He then reaches down using the barest hints of his fingertips to push the loose strands of hair that escaped from her pony tail out of her face.

The petite girl shivers at the sort of touch.

“I hate you.” She smiles back.

“I know!” Miyavi beams before turning on his heel. She watched as he disappeared down the hallway towards the elevator.

Wanna call Maaya-tan. Miyavi thought as he waited by the golden shined doors of the elevator. He knew there was a good chance that the guitarist was out doing his thing. He just hoped that his thing was limited. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Maaya the two had never really claimed itemship unless they were ‘together’ other then that Miyavi was sure that Maaya still considered himself a free agent.

Miyavi bit down on his bottom lip as he entered the double doors. That still didn’t mean that Miyavi shouldn’t be faithful to his lover right?

Miyavi didn’t struggle too much over the question. He did the only thing he could do: Call Maaya.
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“I love you.” Miyavi practiced as the phone rang not really sure how and if the words would actually make it out of his mouth. He was used to saying then when fucking around on stage or on camera but to be able to direct them to the one he truly loved…

The phone sounded three more times before Miyavi was ready to give up.

“I luv-”

“Hello?” Maaya’s groggy voice answered him.

Miyavi’s lips stretched into a smile at the sound of Maaya sleep heavy tone.

“It’s me.” Miyavi said into the phone as he walked across the lobby and towards the bar area.

“Hey baby.” Maaya cooed into the phone. “You made it okay?”

“I’m breathing ain’t I?” Miyavi cracked a wider smile, a full blown grin on his end.

“Not for long if you keep cracking wise at me like that.” Maaya mock threatened from all the way across the world. He knew that they would soon slide into their usual routine of flirting and that wasn’t something the guitarist wanted his bedmate to hear. Maaya slipped from his bed making silent tracks to the bathroom where he couldn’t be overheard.

“Mmm, Whadda you think you’re gonna do from way ova here huh?” Miyavi retorts cockily into the phone. “Run up my long distance.”

“Heh heh, funny Meeves.” Maaya couldn’t help but smile. “Wait until you get your ass back here.”

“Play with me then.” Miyavi’s voice was soft. “Play with me over the phone. I’m at a bar right now so having you telling me all that dirty shit in public should make me-”

“Whoa Meeves.” Maaya cut him off. “You really want to go there in public? You know how you get.” Maaya reminded his lover sternly.

Miyavi hopped up on the nearest bar stool, he had entered the lounge and made straight for the bar area. He sent a smile the bar tender’s way before ordering vodka and orange juice. He then turned his attention back to his lover.

“I’m lonely is all.” Miyavi voice carried a sulkiness to it. His fingers had found a small glass bowl of peanuts and had begun picking through them.

“Where’s Saito?” Maaya asked.

“Sleep.”

“Wicky?”

Probably playing with her vibrator. He burned to say but didn’t but instead Miyavi answered “ She switched rooms with me so she’ll probably still unpacking.”

Maaya made a small noise on his end, a good indication that he was thinking.

“Here you go sir.” Came the bar keep’s voice as he sat glass onto the napkin in front of the sulky rock star.

Miyavi went for the money he had in his pocket to pay and tip the man muttering his thanks. He picked up his glass taking along draught of it before turning his attentions back to Maaya.

“I’ma let you go soon.” Miyavi stated into his cell. To the other guitarist the words sounded almost kyptic.

“Any word from the asshole with the long car?” Maaya asked quickly into the phone, not ready to give Miyavi’s semi company up yet.

“Uh-uh.”

“I love you, Meeves.” Maaya breathes into the phone before he hangs up.

That’s all he had needed to hear.
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