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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
“So can you fix it?” Gackt asks the grubby faced mechanic. He was standing in the service area Hiroshi’s auto body shop watching as Hiroshi himself circled his car. Hiroshi’s eyes were more so glued to the stretchy handwriting still on the back window.
“Yeah,” wiping his stubby hands on a dingy cloth. “I can fix but it won’t be cheap. Most of her parts come from America.” The way the mechanic spat the word ‘America’ gave Gackt the impression that the cost would be less then fair
“I’m sure that it’ll be within reason.” Gackt smiled politely before separating from the mechanic’s company. He made his way to the front of the shop where his rental sat waiting. The car is modest in comparison to his baby which was now being stripped of it’s beauty in the name of being ‘repaired’. He would treat his car to a paint job and maybe an wash later on in the month.
Nimble fingers dialed the number to one of his most valued contacts; a woman who could find any and everyone by using a phone number. He didn’t just want to discuss the issue over the phone he had to see her.
“What do you have for me?” Gackt greeted into the phone. He was impatient. This woman dominated every thought he was currently having more so then this show he was on his way to shoot. Despite all the controversy they still decided to use him to play Kenshin.
“The number belongs to a pre paid cell phone registered under the name of Maaya. Maaya lives in the Tokyo area at the Pinnacle tower apartment complex Five-twenty B.”
Maaya. Such a pretty name. It’s so fitting too.
“Thank you Juri.” Gackt said with genuine sincerity as he hang up and begin dialing a new number. “Hello, Happy Smiles Florist, a need a hundred dozen roses delivered to this address.” He rattles off Maaya’s address saying a very cherry thank you before hanging up. There is so many things to be done before he had his audience with Miss Maaya of Pinnacle towers. Wardrobe to consider, a trip to his beautician- that hair of his needed something done to it immediately!-reservations to make; he doubted that she would refuse dinner with him, and finally before all that an air tight alibi so that his babysitters wouldn’t bother him. He was supposed to have been at the studio over an hour ago. Both Chacha and You offered to come get him but Gackt refused their generosity opting to wait for the rental his insurance would be sending him. That and the fact that he knew they would try to spoil his plans for meeting with this Maaya woman.
Where’d he go? Hyde asked himself. The petite vocalist woke to find himself curled up on the couch with his jacket draped over his naked body. Hyde stretches, yawns and snatches up his discarded jeans from the floor before he setting off to find where Miyavi got off to. Hyde heads off to the most likely place that he himself would go after a mind blowing session like that sure enough there was life going on behind the bathroom door.
Hyde raises his hand to knock and at the same moment the door opens.
Miyavi stands in the doorway rubbing a towel against his damp locks, he smiles as says, “Washed away all the evidence.”
Hyde couldn’t help but smile also at the comment.
“Did you want to use the shower?” Miyavi asks as he moves past Hyde, his towel knotted firmly around his narrow waist like a shield.
Hyde shakes his head following Miyavi into his bedroom. There Miyavi has snatched up his bottle of scented lotion. Hyde’s watched greedily as Miyavi slathered the thick white suave onto the skin of arms one at a time.
“Could you do my back?” Miyavi asks as he lowers himself onto the bed so that Hyde could reached.
Hyde didn’t need to be asked twice!
Hyde moves towards the bed taking the offered bottle from Miyavi’s hand.
“Thanks.” Miyavi continues to work on his frontal areas. “So what now?”
What now? That was the question.
Hyde begins to massage the lotion into Miyavi’s back admiring the Buddhist proverb that had been carefully placed there.
“How many hours did it take?” Hyde asks remembering how look his own tattoo took.
“Too many. Had to do it in shifts.” Miyavi grimaced at the memory.
“Ouch.” Hyde grimaces. He removes his hands from Miyavi’s tempting skin and raises to his feet. “I’ma head back to my room. Call Kaz. Hit the studio.” Hyde rambled as he moves towards the door. “Wanna hook up later?” Hyde said finally standing in the doorway of Miyavi’s bedroom.
“Ai’ight.” Miyavi sent him a smile. “We could do that.”
Relief washes over him as Hyde exited. Last night was great to an extend. He didn’t like being forced into sex but he did enjoy himself once he got over the hump.
I’m not telling Maaya about this. Hell Maaya would probably think it was cool as shit to hook up with Hyde from L’arc. But Hyde’s not my get out of jail free pass, Koda is.
Miyavi couldn’t help but laugh to himself on that one. The chances of him hooking up with the Japanse R&B queen were very slim. Which was probably the reason he picked her.
The ear shattering sound of his cell going off caught his attention. Saito’s rang.
“Yo?”
“Don’t you ‘yo’ me! You were supposed to meet us out front forty-five minutes ago! Didn’t you read the day planner Wicky left for you in the room?”
Day planner?
Miyavi’s eyes begin to scan the room until they fell on a flat brown leather book by the bedside lamp.
“It slipped my mind.” Miyavi could just see the vein in Saito’s head working over time.
“Just get down here.”
''''
I shouldn’t see him again. He said that he had somebody. Hyde told himself as he rode the elevator. He leans hard against the cool glass wishing that he could light up just for a moment but L.A had some serious non smoking laws. The bell tolled freeing the L’arc en ciel front man of his prison. Instead of heading for his own suite Hyde found himself knocking on Kaz’s.
“How was it?” Kaz spat as he opened the door. He steps aside so that Hyde may entered watching as Hyde strolled a little bit too causally towards the couch and lies down.
“I’m seeing him later on tonight.”
Kaz shakes his head in distain. “How long's he staying?”
“Two weeks.” Hyde replies holding up two fingers. “Got any smokes left?” Hyde asks as hopeful as a puppy who wants an walk.
Kaz dug into his jeans pocket producing an soft pack. “Here.” He tosses the pack hard at the other guitarist hitting hit square in the chest.
“Thanks man.” Hyde smiles sweetly fishing one out placing it gingerly between his swollen lips. His mouth was a little bruised from Miyavi’s kissing technique. Hyde takes a long drag, eyes closed and focused on his thoughts.
Miyavi seems like a nice kid. Yeah, we’re hooking up again tonight.
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“So what you do last night?” Wicky asked, Miyavi was sitting on the stone uprising on somebody’s stoop while Wicky squatted down before him wiping the sweat that had trickled down so that it wouldn’t ruin her work. She sponged carefully at the area as she waited for the guitarist to reply.
Miyavi wet his lips.
Should I tell her about Hyde? He debated it in his head but the promise he made in exchange for her room was bugging him. He said that he would share about Maaya. Did Hyde count too?
Yes, in Wicky’s head hooking up with Hyde counted too.
Taking a deep breath and adding an smile, “I guess who I hooked up with last night?”
“Your hand?” Wicky giggles. “Or was it the Gibson again?” She joked.
Miyavi’s face frowns up.
Maybe I shouldn’t share this.
“C’mon Meeves.” Wicky says softly as she took a seat beside him. She leans into his shoulder looking up at him with her cocoa colored eyes. “I was picking with you. Who was he and why didja step out on Maaya-tan?” She asks the last part in all seriousness.
“I met up with Haido from L’arc.” Wicky’s eyes widened to the size of china plates at the mentioning of Hyde’s name.
“Uh-uh!” She exclaims jumping up from her place at his side.
Miyavi shrugs. If she doesn’t believe me that’s cool ‘cos I don’t need her blabbing that around anyways.
Miyavi shoves his hands in his pockets. “I’m hungry.” He announces making his way over to Saito who was having some kind of conversation with the photographer. Once he is close Miyavi leans into Saito applying his full weight. “Saito-kun,” he practically sings. “I’m hungry.”
“We can do some shots of you eating.” the photographer decided.
Don’t care as long as I get to eat. Miyavi thought glumly. He hated how they thought taking pictures of that kind of intimacy was cute. Miyavi didn’t know why girls wanted to see him stuffing himself. He did eat if that was the whole reason. If they wanted to get really personal shot some pics while he was on the john. See how cute that looks; him sitting on the can trying to push out ‘the big one’ put that in the photo book!
“Whadda you wanna eat?” Saito asked hoping that it was within reason.
Miyavi sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he considers this. The flash from the camera was hard to ignore but he managed.
“Little Korean town is around here somewhere.” Miyavi’s request raised a few eyebrows. It wasn’t often he ventured into that side of him.
“So is little Tokyo.” Saito reminded him. “But we didn’t come all the way here to see how the Americans messed up sushi.” Saito pointed out.

“Whatevas.” Miyavi murmurs making his way over to the van. He hated his vacation so far. The only cool part was hooking up with Hyde.
Taking note of the artist sulky mood Saito made his way over to the van. He tried to lift the latch open to find that Miyavi had locked it.
“Great.” Saito taps lightly on the window until MYV rolls it down.
“Yeseh?” Miyavi sings childishly. An dimpled smile on his face.
“We’ll do Korean town before we leave. Little Tokyo too if you want.” Saito offers in truce.

"I wanna see an American movie too. No rental. In the theaters."
"Done deal." Saito slips his hand into the gap that Miyavi has left for him, the skin of his arm just scraping the glass as he offers his hand to MYV. Miyavi takes the clammy hand in his own and shakes. "Okay, so let's find a burger joint!" Saito announces to the others.
Miyavi just sighs. Tonight was his.
''''
“So What’s the excuse this time?” Chacha snaps as Gackt saunters into the studio. The blonde band leader had been trying to reach the star for some time now only to get sent directly to voice mail. The other band mates had long since gone making Chacha the only one there.
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“Where are the others?” Gackt asks his tone suggested that he didn’t really care, he takes a seat in the onto the couch that usually acted as his bed during intense recording sessions. There he slips a soft pack of smokes from his jacket pocket, placing a cylinder of white between his lips Gackt inhales deeply the smell of tobacco and methanol drifted into the air.
Irritated Chacha fanned away the smoke.
“Do you want to sink us?” Chacha snaps reaching out and snatching the cigarette from Gackt’s pouty lips. He quickly places it between his own puffing hard on the filter. “I seriously think that you are going through a midlife crisis or something.”
A smile twitches the vocalist’s lips at the comment. Was he experiencing an ‘midlife crisis’? He had just lost the greatest love of his life wasn’t it normal to grieve his lost?
“Don’t worry Cha,” Gackt reaches up to recapture his lost cigarette, taking the hint Chachamura removed it from his own mouth passing it to Gackt’s parted fingers. “Things will be back on schedule soon.” He assures him.
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- 8
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