"Mao, you need to eat."
"I've eaten," the singer replied idly.
"Breakfast..?"
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, therefore the only one I need to eat."
Kei sighed in annoyance.
"Not if you're a 23 year old vocalist on a world-wide tour."
"Why not?"
"You need energy. And your weight is unhealthy at the moment."
Mao made little comment on this, simply muttering "I'm fine." The rest huffed.
"Mao, look in the mirror," Aki said. "Take your shirt off and look in the mirror."
"No way!" This sparked a reaction.
"Oh come on! I cant count how many times you've been topless live!"
"Yeah c'mon," Aki seized Mao's shoulders, thrusting the short singer in front of a full length mirror and forcefully pulling his top from his skinny form. Mao coughed nervously, looking down at his slightly jutting hips.
"Ur, well maybe I do need to gain.. a little.. can I have my shirt back?"
Awkward silence.
"Mao…" Mizuki said slowly. "Mao, your back." Mao bit his lip, staying silent.
"What the fuck have you done?" Mao closed his eyes, shivering as Mizuki's cold fingers stroked the deep cuts and scratches riddling the singer's back.
"Sorry," he whispered. Mizuki walked round to face him.
"Sorry what?" The guitarist asked, his face a mask of shock. "Sorry what, Mao? Sadie won't stand on it's own if you just.. just hurt yourself and never eat! Why did you do it? What the hell were you thinking?"
"It hurts…" Mao said quietly. "Fame takes everything away from you, makes you numb. Nothing feels real…"
"Stop being so fucking dramatic! Do you see any of us with blades to our skin?!"
"Mizu, lay off it," Kei said gently. Mizuki ignored him.
"Mao, we need a singer to hold us together. What are we gonna do if you cant do that for yourself?"
The two stared at eachother for a very long time.
Then it happened.
Mizuki wrapped his arms around Mao's bare torso and smashed their lips together. Kei laughed and Aki wolf-whistled but Mizuki didn't care. Evidently, neither did Mao, for he mindlessly kissed back, knotting his fingers into the other's hair. The other entwined his tongue with Mao's moving his hands from the vocalist's bruised back to his hip-bones. Mao moaned slightly at the ferocity of Mizuki's kissing.
At this point, Tsurugi entered the apartment.
"What the fuck are they doing now?" He asked, dumping his coat and rolling his eyes. Aki laughed. "We're still here, guys."
Mizuki stuck his thumb up; mouth never leaving Mao's as they shifted into the bedroom…
-fini-
