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Only on tour	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Miyavi Views: 1885 -:- 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-Only on tour
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
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A/n

I'm tired of Miyavi mary sues. Seriously. There is a lotta hot male and female celeb ass that Myv could be paired with. I hate Mary sues. Pair him with Koda Kumi if you must see him with a girl! Don't hate me for this but I hate it. Enjoy the fiction. I own nothing but an idea and a pair of hands.

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“Niri-P!” Miyavi half giggled half shrieked as he came running down the hall of the hotel they were staying in for the night towards his favorite reporter. He throws his arms around her ample frame giving her a small squeeze.

“Ah, Miyavi-kun!” She returns his hug with just as much energy the star was giving her.

He releases his hold on her, grasping her at round shoulders, his face is smiling that wickedly delicious smile of his as he says, “Niri-P,” Miyavi grins.

“Yes…” She answers wondering what the unpredictable artist had done now.

He moves so quickly it was like he was never there as he places a quick kiss on her wrinkled head before running off shouting “Yay!”

Nuriko shakes her head with a smile.

That kid! She thinks to herself.
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She’s fun to play with. Miyavi thinks to himself, his favorite towel is draped over his shoulder as he strolls towards his hotel suite. He thought about knocking on Saitou-san’s door; which happens to be right next door to his own suite, but he doesn’t, instead he finds himself lingering outside of Maaya’s suite.

Miyavi couldn’t help but stare at the main guitarist of Ishiharagundan lately. He was fun and if Miyavi dared say so prettier then himself. He raises his hand to knock but thinks better of it. He needed to hop on his apple to tell his komiyavi-chans that he was okay and was excited to see them tomorrow. He didn’t won’t them to worry about their ’daddy’.
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The guitar god’s suite was nice and came with a welcome basket from the hotel staff filled with his favorite candies, fruit, flowers and some complimentary things that the hotel had to offer. Miyavi plucked out a box or two of pocky and made for the dinning area where his computer was set up and ready to go. He logged into Ore-sama.com and keyed into his journal.

Miyavi bites his bottom lip as he types. The jangle of his renkai breaks his concentration.

“Ah, Saitou…” Miyavi murmurs before answering. “Yo,”

“The band wants to know where you were. They’re gonna rent a room for karaoke and wanted you to come along.” his manager informs him.

“Okay, I’ll be there and I’ll bring Masako.”

“Masako* can’t fit in the karaoke booth, Miya.” Saitou reminded the star.

“I’ma just bring my Gibson then and MYV.”

“Works for me.”

Miyavi closes his phone and makes for his bedroom snatching up his guitar from the side of his bed slinging it over his shoulder. He didn’t really want the company of the band, he felt more alone in a crowd then when he was by himself. Sure he was the center of attention, the clown even but that still didn’t help with the feeling of loneness and longing he felt inside.

Thinking better of it Miyavi sits down on his bed instead placing his long time lover in his lap. Yes, he and the Gibson had quiet a passionate love affair. Playing for him was a better rush then sex; well he had yet to find a sexual partner to match that feeling.

His fingers brushed over the cords making a deep sound that was much like a groan. Miyavi ran his tongue slow over his bottom lip and smiled.

“That’s right baby, moan for me.” He said throatily to the instrument running his fingertips along the strings picking up speed until he found a rhythm that he liked. He closed his eyes as he played, his body rocking in time with his playing, hands gliding up and down it’s slender neck almost in the same way he would touch his own sex which was straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. His breathing had become heavier as the playing got more intense and with each brush of his fingers on the strings the black guitar cried out with him until the music came crushing down around him at the sound of the door.

Miyavi jumped, his breathing coming out in pants, there was a stickiness between his legs that he would have to tend to later but right now the door the calling him.

“In a minute!” Miyavi shouted as he set the guitar aside, got to his feet and made for the door.

Bad timing. Miyavi thought to himself with a smirk. When you could turn yourself on like that who needs a lover? Certainly not MYV.

“Yeah?” Miyavi asks as he opened the door.

Maaya stood in front of him, a lollipop stick hanging out the corner of his tinted red mouth. “You okay in there?” Maaya asks, his brows knitting together.

Miyavi ran a hand through his sweat damped locks “Yeah.” he answers his expression sheepish. Maaya of all people had to come and see him like this.

“You didn’t come down so I came up to see what was keeping you.” Maaya explained.

Miyavi craned his neck to see the clock on the television, it was forty-five minutes after twelve, Saitou had called him at least twenty-five minutes ago!

“I started working on a new song and time got away from me.” Miyavi explains. It sounded believable didn’t it?

“You coming down or…”

Miyavi shakes his head no. “I’ma keep practicing.”

“Don’t over work yourself.” Maaya said with mock sternness.

“I won’t Maaya-tan.” Miyavi smiles gives him a small wave before closing the door.
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You should’ve invited him in. Miyavi yelled at himself. He was right there!

“Stupid.” Miyavi muttered under his breath. Maybe I’ll get lucky and Maaya would make the first move.

Sure Miyavi was bold but when it came to matters of the heart he was a mouse. Give him screaming fan girls any day just don’t expect him to make the first move when it came to dating.

The door rapped again.

Could it be? Miyavi’s heart fluttered in his chest as he reached for the knob and turned.

“Maaya-tan?” Miyavi’s hope carried a hopeful sounding lit.

Maaya smiled back at him from the door way. “You could at least offer me something to drink or something.” Maaya crossed his arms over his chest.

Miyavi grinned, “Sure come in.” He turned his back to the other guitarist as he headed towards the mini refrigerator to get the guitarist a can of pop.

Maybe the night was looking up after all.

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A/N
Masko- is the name of Miyavi's mirophone stand that looks like a bird.

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