Title: Complicated
Author: Mat (matkashi)
Chapter(s): Prologue/??
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama/Romance/Comedy/Angst/AU
Warnings: Sex, adultery, character death, violence, some blood
Bands: the gazette, Alice Nine, Miyavi
Pairings: Reita/Aoi, Aoi/Uruha, Kai/Uruha, Kai/Ruki, Tora/Aoi, Hiroto/Uruha, Tora/Shou, Reita/OFC, Nao/OFC, Saga/Nao

Summary: Yuu sees an imaginary man who likes kittens. Takanori has to stomp three times before he can walk through a doorway. Shinji is about to be made Chief of Surgery. Akira hasn't been attending his anger management class. And Takashi just started his own fashion label. What do all these people have in common? They're friends—and they're about to have their lives thrown upside down.

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Cast of Characters (PLEASE READ THESE)

(Aoi) Yuu Shiroyama: A talented guitarist who plays in clubs for cash, Yuu is a passionate man and has schizophrenia in the form of a lively man named Miyavi that follows him everywhere.

(Uruha) Kouyou Takashima: An elementary school teacher, Kouyou is especially shy, intelligent, and dependant on his friends.

(Reita) Akira Suzuki: A professional kickboxer with a noseband as his trademark, Akira is very protective of his friends and even more of his own pride.

(Kai) Yutaka Uke: A freelance architect with an eye for the beauty of things, Yutaka is a generous and kind man who is obsessed with things being symmetrical.

(Ruki) Takanori Matsumoto: A famous actor, Takanori is an arrogant, but loyal man who suffers from severe obsessive compulsive disorder.

(Tora) Shinji Amano: A skilled surgeon and full of his own set of wisdom, Shinji is the one that the others go to for advice.

(Hiroto) Hiroto Ogata: A lively cab driver, Hiroto is one of the friendliest, talkative people in the group who speaks of himself in the third person.

(Shou) Kazamasa Kohara: A well-polished escort boy with social skills of high class, Kazamasa is a secretive smooth talker.

(Saga) Takashi Sakamoto:A flamboyant fashion designer with eccentric taste, Takashi is a colorful card who also happens to be a chain smoker.

(Nao) Naoyuki Murai: An understanding and sympathetic bartender, Nao is the perfect guy to talk to about a long day.

(Miyavi) Takamasa Ishihara: The hyperactive and temperamental imaginary man that's a figment of Yuu's schizophrenia.

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This is just to introduce you to the boys. The chapters will be longer.

Prologue: The Group

The cab pulled to a stop and all three occupants got out, the driver shutting the door and tossing a packet of cigarettes to one of the others. They walked up to the entrance to the restaurant and waited as the shortest among them stamped his right foot three times in the doorway, causing passerby to look at him strangely. The other two didn't seem to be bothered by his strange actions and merely waited patiently for him to finish before the trio entered the small establishment and walked towards the back, where a trio was sitting at a round table and waving to them.

"Hey guys!" a grinning brunette called as the other three took seats around the table.

"Are we early?" one asked, pulling a cigarette from his pack and lighting it up.

"Nah, the others are late," the brunette replied. "Kouyou, Yutaka, and I have been here a while."

The blond next to him smiled meekly and took a sip of his drink. Yutaka wrapped his arms around Kouyou's shoulders and smiled at the newcomers.

The other took a long drag of his cigarette and nodded. "Did Shinji tell you if he could get off work, Kaza?"

Kazamasa shook his head. "Nah, he wasn't sure. He said there's been a lot of emergency surgeries today, so he couldn't be certain. Sorry, Takashi."

Takashi shrugged and took another drag. "That man is always working. He cuts too many people open, saving lives and shit."

"Hiro thinks that Shinji is admirable for his work," Hiroto muttered, reaching across the table to take a drink of Kouyou's soda. "He saves people."

"He's got a point," the shortest commented. "Shinji is always saving people. Heroic bastard." He was tugging on his ear and staring at the sugar packets on the middle of the table."

"What one do you want?" Yutaka asked.

"The white one."

Yutaka reached over and grabbed a white sugar packet, handing it to the shorter man. "Here you go, Taka."

Takanori took it and smiled gratefully, adjusting his sunglasses. "Thanks."

"Hiro thinks it's lucky that you don't have to eat salt every time you go to a restaurant," Hiroto stated, watching as Takanori opened the sugar packet and poured it into his mouth.

Takanori chuckled. "It's a good thing I'm not diabetic or I'd be in serious shit."

"You know, you won't really get sick if you don't eat sugar before a meal," Takashi muttered. "You know that, right?"

Takanori sighed. "Yeah, I know. It's just a habit I can't seem to break."

"Have you been taking your medication?" Yutaka inquired. "Is it helping at all?"

Takanori crumpled up the sugar packet and flicked it at Kazamasa, who ducked and looked over at Takanori, affronted. "Yeah, I've been taking it. I managed to turn the water on lukewarm for my shower yesterday."

"That's great!" Yutaka replied, smiling.

"I'm sorry, but what's so good about that?" Kazamasa asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I keep forgetting you're new," Takanori said, scratching the back of his head. "Since I'm OCD, I have to do strange things. Like… I have to stamp my foot three times in doorways or I'm afraid I'll trip. I have to always use cold water because I think if I don't I'll get terrible burns. I believe I might get sick if I don't eat sugar before every meal. I can't touch knives because I'm terrified I'll cut myself and bleed to death. Stuff like that. I'm a paranoid obsessive compulsive."

"How do you get past all that on set?" Kazamasa questioned, tilting his head to the side.

Takanori was a famous actor who played in some of the top movies in the country. It was a mystery to most how he pulled it off, considering he had a severe case of obsessive compulsive disorder that was made obvious is almost his every movement.

"Well they want me to act in their movies so badly that they basically cater to my every whim," Takanori said with a shrug. "They do whatever I need to help with the issues that arise and in turn I act in their movies. It's a win-win."

Kazamasa opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off when three more walked up to the table.

"Hey guys!" a shorter one said, grinning. "I met up with Akira and Yuu outside. Where's Shinji?"

"Hey, Nao," Yutaka said. "Shinji's in surgery still."

Akira rolled his eyes and adjusted his noseband. "What else is new?"

The three sat down at the table and ordered their drinks from the waitress.

"Damn, Akira, your face looks brutal!" Takashi exclaimed, staring at the blonde's black eye and split lip.

Akira shook his head. "It ain't that bad. Just some prick who thought he could take me. Obviously didn't know who I was."

"What did you do to him?"

Akira smirked. "You can't even recognize the bastard now."

Yutaka sighed. "Akira, have you been going to your anger management classes?"

Akira crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on the chair legs. "No."

"Weren't those court-ordered, though?" Kazamasa questioned.

"So what? The asshole I beat up for that court order had it comin'," Akira snapped, looking defensive and petulant. "I don't need anger management."

"Bullshit," Yuu retorted, taking a drink of his water.

Akira glared at him.

"He has a point, Akira," Nao mumbled. "You've got one hell of a tantrum to throw a lot of the time."

"You make me sound like a kid." Akira sulked.

"You act like one," Yutaka interjected.

"Ah, go to hell," Akira defended. "I ain't goin' to anger management."

"Your parole officer will be thrilled, I'm sure," Yuu grumbled, staring at the tabletop.

Akira scowled and Yutaka pursed his lips. "How's Miyavi, Yuu?"

Yuu glanced over at the other brunette and frowned. "He's fine. Good mood today."

Yutaka nodded. Yuu was a schizophrenic who was followed around constantly by an imaginary man named Miyavi. Unfortunately, Miyavi had mood swings worse than Akira did. Sometimes he would scream at Yuu—say cruel or angry things to him—and yet there were other times he was as happy as could be with an unnatural obsession with kittens. No one could figure him out and Yuu grew very tired of dealing with him.

"He's been good for all of the week," Akira said. "I made Yuu promise me to say if Miyavi has been acting up."

"Aw, come on. I've been good!" Miyavi cooed, leaning over Yuu's shoulder. "I deserve a prize!"

Yuu rolled his eyes and ignored the talkative form hovering behind him.

"Hey everyone!" a voice called from the right.

They all turned to see Shinji walking over to them across the wood floors.

"You're still in your damn scrubs!" Takashi exclaimed, looking disgusted.

Shinji shrugged and sat down at the table. "I wanted to hurry over here. I knew I was late."

"You have no sense of fashion," Takashi muttered with distaste.

"Not all of us are fashion designers, Takashi," Shinji replied, raising his hands in the air in a helpless gesture.

"Well at least you'd think that I rubbed off on you a little!"

Akira chuckled.

"Oh, shut up, Akira," Takashi snapped. "I didn't mean it that way."

"Sure you didn't," Akira responded airily.

Shinji slapped him on the back of the head.

"Ow!" Akira growled. "Why is everybody always pickin' on me?"

Yuu giggled.

"Did you seriously just say that?" Kouyou asked with a small smile.

Akira beamed at him.

"Hiro thinks that we should order our food now. He is hungry," Hiroto stated with a decisive nod.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Takanori agreed, waving a waitress over. "Let's eat."