Connection

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Miyavi just stares blankly ahead for once in his young life speechless, a feat no one would have though possible. The two are sitting in Gackt’s car, both men waiting for the other to respond.

“I wasn’t a fan of Mizer and I hate your solo works.” Miyavi blurted out but quickly added, “ But you did look hot in those tiny vinyl shorts tho’.”

Not knowing whether or not to be insulted or flattered Gackt laughs.

“Seriously.” Miyavi quips with a nod of his head.

“Hmm, considering how you started off you don’t have much room to talk.” Gackt says once he got himself under control. “We started our careers pretty much the same way.”

Miyavi allowed this bit of information to sank in before speaking again.

“Yeah, but how do you go from Illuminati to Vanilla? Explain that one to me, please.”

“Look are we just going to sit here taking cheap shots at each other’s career choices or-”

“The latter of whatever it was that you were going to say.” Miyavi verified.

“Good.”

Without any further questions Gackt puts his key in ignition and starts up the car and within minutes the two are heading out of the parking lot.

Wordlessly Gackt hands over the parking ticket to attendant as he pays the fee before driving out into the night.

The two rode in silence as Gackt maneuvered them through Tokyo traffic to God’s knows where.

“Are you hungry?” Gackt asks after fifteen minutes are so have gone by.

“Always.” Miyavi replies.

“Market or…”

“A noodle shop or a café’ will do.” Miyavi replies not really caring which one.
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Gackt watched in eerie fascination as Miyavi inhales a variety of foods set before him.

He eats worst then You-kun!

Miyavi looks up from his food feast at Gackt’s disturbed yet intrigued expression. He wipes his mouth before offering a sheepish “Sorry, Gaku-chan.” He lowers his head in embarrassment as he says this making him look in Gackt’s opinion quit cute.

“It’s okay.” Gackt reaches over and picks up Miyavi’s discarded napkin bringing it back towards the younger rocker’s face. “You missed.” He informs him as he wipes gently at the spot.

Miyavi pulls away for him.

“Do I make you uncomfortable, Miya-chan?” Gackt asks after his gesture was rejected.

“No, it’s not that.” Miyavi began to push the tissue around on his tray. “I’m still getting over the shock of it. I hooked up with you, YOU of all people. The Oresama and pop tart of the pop rock world. Nice couple ne?”

“I’m going home.” Was Gackt’s flat reply.

“But you drove me here.” Miyavi protested getting to his feet and following behind the irritated vocalist.

“That’s not my problem.” Gackt spat tartly.

He hated this brat. This pretty boy brat who had the gull to say such things to him like he was some no body. He was Camui Gackt! And can’t hit a note to save his life hack had better recognize who he talking to.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Miyavi coos in a babyish sounding voice. “Don’t go.” Miyavi pleaded.

Daddy?

Gackt stopped in his tracks and turned slightly to stare at the other man.

Miyavi stood behind him, his head bowed causing the hood that he was wearing to hide his face from view, his arms were behind his back while the toe of his sneaker grinded against the pavement. Over all the eccentric star looked like a child who had been chasten for his behavior.

“Please daddy, I’ll be good.” Miyavi continued on, raising his head and staring Gackt dead on, his top teeth gently scarping over his bottom lip.

Gackt felt his pants tighten at the gesture.

What is he doing? He wondered watching as Miyavi approach him.

“I’ll be good if you play with me.” Miyavi smiled.

“I rather beat you.” Gackt replied tightly.

“Oooh, that would work to.” Miyavi giggled.

“Are you mental?”

“Nope.”

“On any type of medication…” Gackt voice trails off as Miyavi closes the small gap between them.

Miyavi shakes his head he says, “Uh-uh.”

Despite Miyavi’s oddness Gackt had to admit that he wanted him and it he hung in there he just might get what he wanted.
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Interesting ne? I hope so. byes no more for now.