Miyavi had stormed into his house, a look of pure horror written across his face.
"Yoshiki. What did you do with it?"
An innocent look, a sip of wine, and a carefully hidden smile. "With what? And why did you just tear down my door? You could have--"
"The picture." Miyavi's eyes glowed as his hands twitched, aching to do something to torture Yoshiki.
"What picture?" His eyes shined for a brief moment in amusement and plotting, before resuming their normal, blank stare. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Yoshiki stood, only to hear a wild roar from Miyavi. He was pounced to the ground as the other clawed at his clothes like a lion.
"GIVE ME THE PICTURE!"
"I DON'T HAVE THE PICTURE!"
A moment of silence.
"So you admit that you know about the picture?"
Yoshiki inhaled sharply, looking up into the others eyes in defiance. "I don't know what you mean."
"GIVE ME THE PICTURE--"
"MIYAVI!"
Lo-and-behold, Sugizo was dangling a square in his hand, the back that was facing Miyavi looking suspiciously like the back of a photo. "AHHH IT'S THE PICTURE--" Miyavi began to foam at the mouth and leapt up, charging for Sugizo who was standing at the top of the stairs. Yoshiki let out a cry of terror and restrained him, Miyavi growling and still foaming at the mouth as he kicked and tried to get away. "But the picture, the picture, ahhh the picture!!"
"Y-Yoshiki, why does he want the picture so bad it's not like theres--"
"He's self concious."
. . . . . . . ."... This picture... doesn't make him look self concious... in fact, I mean, it's all just laid in front of our eyes isn't it--"
"AHHH!" Miyavi broke free, charging up the stairs like a rabid animal. Even though Yoshiki tried to catch him it was all too late and Sugizo had no chance at all. Miyavi began NOMing on Sugizo's hand as the victim tried to shake him free, yelling and screaming. "AHHH GET HIM OFF MY HAND, OH COSMOS IT HURTS!!"
The doorbell rang. Yoshiki looked around. He snuck off to answer the door.
"Hello?"
It was Pata, "HEYYY I just got that photocopy of that picture! MAN, that girl looked so hot! Send me some-"
"Pata.. Pata..." Yoshiki looked back and forth, making sure Miyavi wasn't in ear-shot. "That wasn't a girl. I thought you would know that by now." Pata froze. He then commenced to stiffly hand him the copy and turn on his heels, walking the other way. Yoshiki shut the door. He turned around only to be slammed back agaisnt the door by, of course, MYV.
There was a tear from Sugizo's shirt in his mouth, which he spit out and then grinned. Yoshiki tried to hide the photocopy of that photo. "Sooo... now that Sugizo's passed out it's just you and me."
"Yoshiki and Miyavi"
"The drummer and the guitarist"
"The blonde and the crazy haired"
"The sadist and the masochist"
"The seme and the uke"
"The uke and the seme"
"The seme and the seme"
"The uke--"
"No, Miyavi, there is no way that both of us are 'uke's or whatever your crazy, 'hip' language call it."
The next day... looking both ways and making sure that no one was around, Yoshiki scanned the picture and uploaded it to his Myspace... setting it so that everyone except Miyavi could see it. He laughed, spinning around in his computer chair, the lights flickering as his Kawai piano began playing by itself.
OH. THE GAME HAS JUST BEGUN MIYAVI. IT HAS JUST BEGUN.
Yoshiki then fell out of the wheelie chair and his pants rubbing against the leather made an obscene noise.
He looked around and made sure no one saw, then silently got back into the seat.
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