chapt: 1/?

characters: Miyavi

syn: Well, your mommy and daddy lied, he's dead...

comments: kk, kk, kk, i am going to do something, that i hope u guys will like..., i hope u guys will like this.

Miyavi slowly pushed his glasses up his nose closer to his eyes then fixed his jacket pulling it closer to his small body, sighing for the umpteenth time in half an hour.

The lady next to him glanced over slightly annoyed then looked back down to the grave holding onto her weeping mother's hand tighter.

The paster continued to read slowly from his bible as he shifted onto his other foot, flipping through his bible and sighing deeply before continuing.

"Would you please stop that." The girl whispered harshly when Miyavi sighed loudly again then popped his gum. He just looked down to her still chewing his gum then popped it again while still looking down to her showing he didn't care.

She frowned then held her mother closer as she started crying louder. "Why don't you show some respect for the dead." She whispered to him frowning.

He just continued chewing before loudly swallowing the gum still looking down to her.

When she saw he still didn't seem to care she frowned making her voice low. "He's your husband..."

He continued looking down to her through his glasses before a long smirk stretched across his face showing his sharp teeth. "I know." He said his japanese accent heavily blanketing over his english.

She just frowned in disgust and looked back down to the grave as the casket was getting buried. "... Jack." She whispered a lone tear falling down her cheek. "I'll miss you, so much."

She glared back over to Miyavi before tending down to her crying mother.

When the paster was finally done talking he closed the book sighing then looking down to the grave as men finished patting the dirt then putting the shovles aside.

Miyavi said something but no one understood it since it was in japanese, but the way how he seemed to groan and roll his shoulders gave a hint.

A few people slowly walked closer to the grave, some one lightly pushing Miyavi to go closer as well. When Miyavi looked down he saw it was a plump little lady who was smiling sadly up to him, her makeup was dribbling down her face from her tears.

"It's ok to be sad dear." She said sweetly lightly pushing Miyavi closer to the grave again. "But just remember, Jack is in a better place now."

Miyavi frowned down to her trying to give a hint to get her hands off him, but she didn't seem to get it and just started wiping her eyes with a hanky as she started to cry again. "We, really will miss him..."

Miyavi rolled his eyes as the lady started to cry loudly with her hand still onto his back. One last push and Miyavi was pretty much standing on the grave.

He frowned back to the woman who had pushed him out then noticed all the eyes on him obviously waiting for something.

"Kuso..." He cursed under his breath looking down to the patch of dirt he was standing on then to the grave. The wanted something from him. Some kind of emotion or something big or drastic since.

This man [iwas[/i, his [uhusband[/u...

He looked to the tomb reading his husband's name. 'Here lies Jack Red Fissure' Then something that the family put up that Miyavi really didn't care about.

He looked back over to the lady who was still holding onto her crying mother. He saw how she was glaring at him and he looked away back down to the tomb stone.

He sniffed, but not from crying.

Allergies.

Then slowly sunk down to his knees, while the whole time his face was straight, his eyes uncaring behind his sun glasses.

It went silent as every one watched him closely as he just sat there on his knees before slowly lifting his hands up to cover his face.

No one moved until they saw his shoulders shaking and little gasps. People moved quickly around the fallen shovles to get to his side and try to comfort him.

They gave soft whispers and rubbed at his shoulders as Miyavi removed his sungalsses and rubbed at his eyes to show, real tears.

He nodded showing he was ok then looked back down to the tomb. "... May I please, have some alone time with my husband." He said in bad english.

People quickly started moving away towards the church where food was being held and a get together of the family was going to happen where they would remember the good times with Jack.

They lady who had pushed him onto the grave lightly laid a hand onto his shoulder smiling. "Take as long as you need dear, we will be waiting inside for you." She said before walking away with the rest of the crowd.

The lady from before who scolded Miyavi continued to frown to him as she watched him cry then lighlty touch the grave.

She gave a snort.

"Sarah. Please, lets give him space. I dont have a clue as to what he is feeling, but if I lost my husband, I would probably want to be alone too." Her mother said shakily wiping at her eyes with a tissue.

Sarah nodded giving one last look to Miyavi's back and shaking shoulders before pulling her mother down to the church where the food and recovering was.

Miyavi waited before he was sure they were gone before looking up and smirking.

He wiped at his eyes standing up and wiping the dirt off his black dress jacket and looked down to the grave. "Thanks Jack. You were great in bed. Too bad I had to kill you."

He looked his sun glasses over before putting them back on. "It's my job..."

He looked down to the little white church already hearing some laughing, as people brought up fun memories of dear Jack.

"... I should wait awhile to let them think I'm really weaping..."

Sarah slowly stirred her glass of wine as she stood next to her husband listening to him talk to an uncle.

"Sarah... You ok?"

She looked up to her husband's worried face then pulled a smile. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it?" He said ending his conversation with the uncle and turning to lightly embrace his wife.

"I said I'm fine Sid..."

He let her go. "I'm sorry... Your still upset I understand."

He turned to leave her alone but stopped when she grabbed his shirt making him walk back and lightly hold her, kissing the top of her head.

"It's just, I dont know..." She sighed leaning into his chest.

"Well, I'm sure everything's going to be fine..."

"I just dong trust him!" She finally blurted out.

"What? Trust who?"

"That, that guy! The one my brother married!"

Sid nodded laying his chin onto Sarah's hair. "Why dont you trust him?"

"I dont know! I just dont, he seems suspicious..."

"How so?"

"Like... Like my brother didn't tell anyone about him before they got married!"

"Sarah, he has a name you know..."

"Yes I know!"

"Well, whats suspicious about it? Honestly I just think your brother was just mortified at telling his family that he married another man... I probably would have done the same thing..."

"I dont know, I just dont trust him..."

"... Is it because he is a man? Or that he is Japanese?"

Sarah lightly hit him in the chest. "No! That's not it at all! I really dont care who my brother marries, as long as he is happy, then it's fine. But somethings just fishy about that Miyavi guy."

Sid sighed and let her go to walk over to another family member and talk to them.

"... And I'm going to find out." She whispered walking away from the crowded room towards the exit.

No one stopped her.

They didn't even notice she left.

She stormed up the hill towards the tomb stone seeing no one was there.

She frowned walking up to the tomb and stopping to lightly place her hand ontop of it. "... Brother, I hope your happy. I will miss you so much. It wasn't easy being your twin but... It was fun."

She smiled then quickly wiped at her eyes as she felt something warm roll down her cheek.

"... I shouldn't be crying... I never wanted you to see me cry. Being the oldest by 12 minutes I thought it my responsibility to watch over you and be strong... Yet here you are, 6 feet under."

She sighed sadly then looked around at the green hilly field seeing no Miyavi and frowned. "... I dont know why you married him. Honestly I think he had something to do with your death. I just know you. You wouldn't do suicide. "Just two months of you being married, you die."

She sighed and walked away from the tomb. "I'm going to have a talk with that guy. He seems to understand enough english for a little talk.

She didn't have to look far. On the other side of the hill at the bottom there was a old white shed hidden from sight of the church by the hill.

She quickly walked around it to find Miyavi leaning against the back of the shed smoking.

She frowned when he didn't make any move to notice her and just kept looking up to the sky, his cig hanging limply from his mouth.

"... You found me."

She frowned. "Hell yes I found you! Why are you all over here!? You were supposed to be at the grave crying!"

Miyavi had moved to stub out his cig against the chipped wall of the shed and standing up straight when she cursed.

She was still talking even when he spoke up, cutting her off. "I dont like, your American cigs... They are bitter and leave a nasty taste behind."

She crossed her arms leaning her weight on one leg. "Thats why you get the flavored ones..."

He just nodded raising his eyebrows to show he heard her then leaned up against the shed wall letting it go silent again.

Sarah just watched him her arms still crossed and a frown still on her face.

"... You asked me, why I'm here." Miyavi finally spoke up when he saw she wasn't going to leave.

She nodded.

"Well, I needed some time alone to think." He said lazily.

"You dont even seem like you miss him." Sarah said coldly.

Miyavi didn't answer and just kept his gaze down to the ground at the little yellow flower by her feet.

"... Well? dont you miss him?"

"... Hai."

She blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I said yes." Miyavi pushed up from the shed to look to her straight in the eye. "I get the impression, you dont like me very much." He said before she had a chance to speak.

She closed her mouth letting whatever she was going to say drop and just looked to him. "... I'll be honest Miyavi, I dont trust you."

Miyavi laughed gently running a hand through his hair. "Maji? And why is that?"

Her eyes went to slits. "I think you killed my brother."

Miyavi scratched the back of his head, a little smile still on his lips. "... And why is that?"

She frowned. "... I just dont."

"Thats not a really good reason to hate me..." Miyavi said walking past her towards the hill obviously bored with this talk.

She turned and watched him walk up the hill. "... I just know it was you. I will find out Miyavi." She whispered before following him up the hill.

Once at the church they walked in shoulder to shoulder but didn't talk to each other.

Miyavi was bombarded at the door as people quickly walked up to him asking if he was ok, or if he wanted something to drink.

He nervously held up his hands then shyly looked down to the ground. "... I, am sorry about staying behind like that, I just needed some time alone with him. I'm, not ready to depart with him quite yet... Did, that come out ok?" He asked in his chipped english.

A few people awwed and helped Miyavi out the crowd and to a table where they sat him down and started piling a plate of food for him and got him some wine.

He took the wine happily and just looked down to the food. "... I'm sorry, I'm not really hungry right now.

They understood and pulled the food away from him then tried doing conversation.

Most Miyavi just nodded sweetly and smiled without talking.

Sarah found Sid and walked up to him then glared over to Miyavi. "... Look at him, acting all innocent like."

Sid sighed. "Maybe he is innocent Sarah."

"MY BROTHER IS NOT SUICIDEL!"

Everything went quiet and every one looked over to Sarah. She blushed and looked down to her drink missing the smirk Miyavi had on his face that quickly vanished when someone tried talking again.

"It's alright dear, she is just upset about her brother... They were really close you know. Twins."

Miyavi just nodded then looked down to his drink. "... I know how she feels, he was my husband."

The woman who were chatting with him looked to each other before walking away to leave him alone.

Miyavi noticed and sighed relieved, guzzling down the rest of the wine and looked down to a little girl, smiling brightly up to him.

"Wow! You drink just like uncle!"

Miyavi smiled. "... You seem happy, dont you know what is going on?"

She shook her head no, too young to really understand what had happened. "You talk funny. No, everyone is crying though... 'Cept you that is."

Miyavi smiled and leaned closer to the girl. "You dont know what happened to your uncle Jack?"

Her smile fell and she cocked her head to the side. "He got me alot of presents... What happened to him? mommy and daddy told me he went to Ohio."

Miyavi's smile got wider and he lowered his voice. "Well, your mommy and daddy lied He's dead. They found him with his throat cut open in the shower. Blood was everywhere, he had cut his wrist too, then his neck."

Miyavi held a finger against his neck then dragged it to the other side making a sickly cutting noise then started gagging and making his eyes roll back his head.

The girl burst into tears covering her ears and running away, crying for her mommy as she pushed past people through the crowd

Miyavi smiled and leaned back into his chair grabbing a bottle of wine and pouring himself another glass then felt a pair of eyes on him and turned around to see Sarah looking to him with a blank stare.

He smiled to her then gave her an air kiss turning back before seeing her reaction and frowned mumbling to himself.

"That bitch knows... There is no way am I going to let her get me caught. If things start to get too dangerous...

I'll just kill her."

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