InsaneJournal

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Prologue

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The eatery of the hotel included the opened windows that invited the warmth of the sun, the chess patterned floor and walls and finally, the white tables and the curvy chairs, giving the eatery an atmospheric countenance.

Miyavi and Teddy both had gone up early and were making their way towards the nearest table. Miyavi was adorned in his regular colorful clothes of baggy pants and sweatshirt while Teddy had dressed in simple black jeans and a white top.

They sat across from each other. Miyavi yawned and took off his sweatshirt, revealing his red top. Teddy gazed at Miyavi’s tattooed arms, his slender chest and finally, his slim stomach. Miyavi was nearly as thin as him and yet, they both had the energy to go all out-- be it in their bedroom or in their performances.

“Like what you see?” Miyavi inquired with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness. Teddy chuckled and watched as Miyavi ordered his breakfast-- simply soup, from the black-haired waitress nearby. Her brown eyes widened as she saw Miyavi and even though he had finished telling her what he wanted to eat for breakfast, she was still standing there in shock.

Teddy cleared his throat and said, “I like to order whatever he’s having, if you don’t mind.”

The waitress finally snapped out of it and nodded. She apologized and went away, leaving the two alone. Miyavi started laughing quietly. Teddy tried to fight it off, but he ended up laughing as well. With them being famous at very young ages, they had already gotten used to the amount of scrutiny and attention they often received from their fans.

They were gazing at each other in silence now. And then, Teddy blurted out, “You should eat more.”

Miyavi burst into laughter again. “Oh yeah? You’re really skinny too. Maybe you should eat more.”

“Well, maybe we both should eat more. How about that?” Teddy said with a triumphant grin. “Though, I’m not the one who goes to the gym whenever he has the chance.”

“Hey man, we all gotta look good,” Miyavi said with a smile as he held up his arms. “Besides, despite my pretty face, I’m not getting any younger, ya know. Gotta build muscle strength!” He showed Teddy his arm and flexed his muscles.

Teddy laughed. “I’ll probably join you soon.”

“Great! I might drive you crazy, though, I guess you probably don’t mind by now,” Miyavi said with a wink.

At last, the waitress returned with their bowls of soup. They grabbed their spoons and began to eat in the comfortable silence. Teddy really liked this. It wasn’t often he shared his mornings with anybody with his past associates. What usually happened was they’d meet him, ask him to remix their songs, pay him the money and then go.

Miyavi was different. Miyavi was such a friendly person to be with and even to this day, he did not regret his decision in staying with him after they had coupled and formed their relationship. It was something that was worth holding onto, something that was meant to last and never to be let go-- at least, without a struggle or a fight.

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Miyavi was in his lavish hotel room, sitting on the blue covers of his bed and gazing at the paintings of landscapes on the walls. After a minute or so, he decided to look upon the opened window.

The sunset was beautiful with its many shades of yellow, orange and red. On the streets below, people weren‘t rushing like they usually would in the mornings; they were relaxed, walking and talking casually with their friends.

He looked away from the window and glanced at a white envelope lying on the surface of his small, wooden drawer. He picked it up and read the letter. It was short, a simple greeting stating that he was invited to a party. Miyavi would have loved to go, but he wasn’t exactly feeling up to it with the tour and all, and then, he saw the stylish signature at the bottom of the invitation.

Gackt.

He couldn’t ignore this, but he also couldn’t ignore this strange feeling of dread settling within him. It wasn’t often he was wary about anything, but when he was, he definitely trusted his instincts.

This would be no ordinary party.

T.B.C.

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A/n: I’ll write the scenes as they come. Dang, how is it that I wanted to write a fluffy fic and then it turned out to be a WIP story? 

Anyway, reviews are gooood. They motivate me to write. They make me wanna write more. XDD It's very encouraging.