It was dark out. The sky was black, and no stars showed. They tiny bright lights were far away, hidden beneath the smog of the city. Smoke filtering out of his mouth, the once blonde looked up at the previously describe night sky with an emotionless, blank stare. After moving to the city, he had died his hair back to his natural colour, in order to escape the horrible memories from his past. He no longer wished to remember the raven haired male of his past. He had a new one now, and he was more than happy with this person. Granted, it wasn't the same sort of relationship he had before, but he wasn't going to bother trying to find something better. He was happy with what he had. He looked over as the door to the club opened and a short blonde poked his head out of the door.
"Akira, your break is almost over," the blonde smiled at him, and walked over to the man sitting outside. Akira smiled up at him, and wrapped an arm around his waist, kissing his cheek. The blonde grinned and leaned against him, wrapping his arms around Akira's middle.
"Takashi….I love you," Akira spoke kindly into the other's ear, stroking his arm lightly as he let the other lean on him. The blonde, Takashi, grinned and sat up to kiss the other. Akira grinned, and kissed back, happy to have the other near.
"I love you too, Akira, but you should really get back to work. I'm up soon anyways, and I doubt that you want to miss the show," he said, winking at him. Akira smiled slightly and nodded, helping the other stand up with him. Walking in together, Akira put the black apron back around his waist, it holding the drink list he needed for working at the bar in the local strip club.
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"Takashima, get your ass in here!" the doctor yelled into the hallway. A tall blonde intern stood up quickly at the chance to help out, and use what he had learned. Rushing into the room excited, Kouyou looked around for what he would get to do, disappointed when he was only told to go and clean a couple of utensils. He sighed, and took the blood covered objects and went to the sink, starting to wash them off. He had been an intern for just about a year, and he had barely gotten to help at all with surgeries. It wasn't as if he didn't know what he was doing. He was the top in his class, and he remembered most of what he learned, making him the first one they should have called during a surgery, but instead, almost his whole class had gotten to do something amazing yet, and he was stuck cleaning the scissors and knives. He didn't understand why most of the doctors here didn't want him to do anything. Sooner or later, he was just going to get kicked out when he didn't have enough experience! Why couldn't he be responsible for more than just cleaning up? He didn't go to school for that long to become a janitor, no! He went to become a doctor! And damn them if he wasn't going to become one!
Once everything was cleaned up, he was pushed to the side as the rest of the doctors and a few other interns left the room. Kouyou was sure that they wouldn't treat him this way if they knew who he really was, but that would only create more problems that he didn't want. Him and Takamasa had come to Kyoto to have a normal life, or so he thought before had been told that he wanted to try and make it as a soloist. They had fought almost all night about that. Kouyou was certain that he didn't want anything to do with the music industry anymore after what had happened, and he had thought that Takamasa had stood behind him on that. He had even gone back to using his birth name when Kouyou had. But now that he was starting to become more and more known, he had gone back to being called Miyavi as his stage name. He guessed that he couldn't stop the other, but he didn't want anything to do with that anymore; it brought back bad memories of Kai…Ruki…Aoi. Kouyou sighed and went to get changed as the work day was once again over without him doing something worth anything. It was getting harder and harder to believe that he could actually do something in this world other than music. His parents were happy that he was finally becoming a doctor like they wanted and stopped what they called "that silly music thing". Packing up his things, he started on the long walk home. They couldn't afford a car right now; actually, they couldn't afford much else other than rent. Kouyou was earning little for the internship he was in right now, and Takamasa still wasn't selling many copies of his album. He had yet to be signed to a company, and despite Kouyou's dislike for Takamasa's choice of career, he desperately hoped that he would get signed. At least then they could afford to eat more than hotdogs for dinner every night.
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At the Peace and Smiles Company, two people sat alone in an empty recording room. As everyone else was going home, they stayed back to work on a guitar and vocal solo part of their new song. As the guitar strummed on, the melodic voice carried over into the microphone, fitting perfectly with the sounds of the guitar. The blonde grinned and glanced back at the guitarist as the song finished. Walking over, he took the guitar out of the other's hand setting it aside before sitting in his lap.
"Miku…," the guitarist said, smiling at the vocalist, wrapping his arms around his thin waist. Miku smiled down at him, leaning over to kiss him sweetly, his hands on the other's shoulders. The guitarist responded happily, pulling him closer; both of them having forgotten that they were still being recorded.
"Takuya, you are such a great guitarist…," Miku said seductively into the guitarist's ear, "it makes me so hot." Takuya grinned at that, his hands moving down the other's back.
"Yeah," Takuya moaned slightly as Miku suddenly moved his hips against the others, "oh, that much huh?" Miku grinned at that, and rolled his hips again, getting another moan from Takuya. "What do say to you and me going back to my place?" Miku grinned quickly and nodded, taking the other's hand and leading him out of the room, completely forgetting about turning off the recorder as they walked out.