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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
- 8
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He’s nervous. Hyde couldn’t help but smile as Miyavi fit himself into the tub angling his body so that the spray would hit him too.
Miyavi shot Hyde an smile hoping that the older man wouldn’t misinterpret his body language.
“Hand me that.” Hyde gestures towards the supplied bar of soap.
Miyavi does as Hyde asks.
‘Is he mad?’ Miyavi wonders as he watches the other lather soap his torso.
“We used to shower together all the time.” Hyde says finally, his voice carrying with it a sort of wistfulness.
Miyavi inhales.
‘Why me???’
“You’ve never talked about it have you?” Miyavi asks letting the air out of his lungs.
Hyde is silent.
Miyavi reaches over Hyde turning the taps until the water stops.
Mentally kicking himself, “You wanna talk about it?”
“I’m not gonna cry all over your shoulder.” Hyde spat testily.
“I’m already wet.” Miyavi spat back as he steps out reaching for the nearest towel. He roughly strokes himself dry stopping to sit on the toilet to properly wipe down his legs. Knotting the towel firmly about his waist Miyavi stands in front of Hyde. He shakes his head, pivots on his heel and heads out.
“Damn.” Hyde breathes out as he goes, his eyes following the slight bump under the towel before it disappears completely from sight.
He hadn’t meant to think about it but being there felt like deje vu of the last time he and Gackt had been together as an couple.
Where would he go?
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Miyavi stretches his legs as he makes himself comfortable on the king sized bed. He had rented the room for the night and he planned to used it even if it’s only purpose involved room service and a pay per view movie. He prompts the phone under his chin as he waits for the front desk to pick up. A friendly female voice answers. He rattles off his food list ordering two slices of chocolate cheese cake, some ice cream on the side and finally a personal pan pizza.
Hyde cracks an smile at the sight of the other.
“Any of that for me?” He asks as he moves into the room taking a seat in the chair by the window.
Miyavi twists his body so that he can put the phone back in it‘s place, “I got you a piece of cake.” Miyavi replies his hand now reaching for the remote control. He brings himself back around and begins flicking through the channels to find some kind of distraction. Finding none he presses his thumb down on the button making the screen go back.
“He had to be drunk to touch me.” Miyavi states catching the other vocalist off guard. “Sakito,” Miyavi explains his tongue poking at his lip ring as he says the name. “I thought I was in love. He was sooo larger then life to me.” Although the memory was rooted in bitterness there is a smile on MYV’s lips as speaks.
“What happened?” there is a soft sound as Hyde pushes the chair closer to the bed.
“ He would call me names and smack me around.” Before Hyde could interrupt Miyavi added “he never hit my face. Claiming that my beauty made him sick with unnatural lust. We never had sex tho‘. Something close to it but not actual sex.” Miyavi stops to study Hyde’s passive face trying to judge rather or not he should continue. “ I let J take it after Maaya broke my heart.”
Hyde opens his mouth to say something but Miyavi continues,
“Me and Maaya-tan fooled around for a while. I fell hard but Maaya said he weren’t gay. So I got with J, broke up with J, fell in love again, got dumped, Maaya comes back and decides he is gay after all but I later find out that he drunkenly fucked his way through most of our mutual friends.”
“Wow.”
“I’m a big boy Haido, I can take rejection.” Miyavi remarks with an smile as he swings his legs down and stands up. “Room service should be here soon.” Miyavi heads for the door stopping once he is there. “You can tell me about you over dessert.”
‘’’’
They were everywhere.
Roses of every possible color filled the tiny apartment.
Maaya stood in the doorway taking in the unwelcome intrusion on his space.
“Whoa.” the guitarist’s date says before slowly backing out of the door leaving the miffed guitarist to stare at the garden that sprang up over his house.
Maaya crosses the room as best as he could picking up a vase filled with peach colored blooms. There is an card with the kanji that read “tonight”.
“Tonight?” Maaya licks the pout of his lip.
But who?
Meeves wasn’t coming back for awhile and none of his sides had money to blow like this so who?
Did he have a stalker?
Navigating his way through the color mess the guitarist located his couch. Maaya bounces as he plops down reaching out towards the phone upon impact. He dials MYV’s cell only to get his voice mail.
Damnit!
Maaya runs a hand though his black and blonde locks.
He nibbles on his bottom lip nervously.
Who?
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Hyde couldn’t help but be drawn to the muffled sound of Miyavi’s cell in his jeans.
‘It’s probably his babysitter.’ Hyde smirks to himself as he make his way towards Miyavi’s discarded jeans. He lifts them carefully holding them away from his body as he shoves his hand into the oversized pocket removing the phone.
“Pink.” Hyde let out an giggle at MYV’s pink dressed phone. Like an teenaged girl there were also stickered photos of he and Maaya-tan. He flips the phone open. The characters for Maaya stared back at him framed in digital hearts. Not knowing why he did it, Hyde sent the call straight to voice mail he then slips the phone back into it’s pocket.
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‘He might not want to talk about it.’ Miyavi chewed anxiously on his bottom lip, his finger tips drumming against the door. He is sitting outside of the hotel room leaning against the door obvious to the wide eyed stares of the teenaged girls passing by in their towels as they headed towards the elevator intent on enjoying the pool.
“Go talk to him!” Urged the thin lipped brunette of her red haired friend. They were only fifteen.
Tentatively she approached, her flip flops slapping the ground, she kneels down her knees almost brushing his chest, takes an breath and says, “Hi.”
Miyavi’s brain snaps to attention, his eyes began to focus on the potential fan in front of him. His lips break into an easy smile, “Hey.”
She colors, runs back to her friend, they squeal in delight and run off.
“I can’t believe you really did that!” Miyavi heard the other exclaim before they gotten too far away.
“Sir?” Miyavi looks up almost knocking his head on the tray.
MYV reaches up, takes the tray as he rights himself. “Wait.” He tells the bell hop before disappearing inside.
“You got any ones?” Miyavi asks poking his head into the bedroom.
Hyde doesn’t answer, he just goes for his jeans, pulls out his wallet and tosses it to Miyavi.
“Thanks.”
When Miyavi returns Hyde is already picking at his cake with his fingers. He absentmindly picks the chocolate crust from the rest of the cake.
“Your phone rang.” He says finally.
“I’ll get it later.” Miyavi takes a seat at the top of the bed. “Now,” taking his dish of ice cream from the tray. “what happened?”
Hyde takes a deep breath and finally for the first time in months he really breathes.
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‘YOU are sexy’ Gackt tells himself as he checks his reflection in the mirrored doors of that lead into the small lobby of Maaya’s building. There was nothing that would prevent him from meeting his new love tonight. He already taking the precaution of making friends with the doorman; Gackt promised him tickets to any concert of his choice to make certain that Maaya did not leave the building before he got there. He had also learned something valuable in doing this: Miss Maaya is actually a mister who is seen often with much male company. A serious plus.
“Ah, Camui-sama!” Greeted the over cheerful doorman. “Maaya had just called in reference to the flowers you sent. I claimed to know nothing.”
“Good.” Gackt smiles, slipping a few thousand yen into the small pocket of the other uniform. “Did he sound upset?” Gackt inquired. The last thing he wanted was for Maaya to be unwilling.
The doorman shakes his head.
“Oh, not at all. I a little surprised.”
“Naturally.” Gackt mused.
“Should I let you up?”
“Of course.”
With a quick flick of the wrist Gackt gets buzzed into the inner sanctum of the apartment complex. He has Maaya’s room number burned into his skull as he presses the up button to the elevator. The doors open Gackt steps inside riding all the way up to Maaya.
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A/n
It's not the lemon you were looking for but it's coming. I'm still a fan of Quartz not tryna bash Sakito. I love his voice. I felt that it would expand their bond into something more then vacation sex buddies if they shared something they never shared before. hope you enjoyed
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