It had been three years since the dreadful day. Three years tomorrow, actually, and Kai still haven't thought of a plan good enough to get himself out of the mess he was in. Three years ago, Kai was in pain. He was still in pain. Why hadn't he found a way to escape? Because every time he tried, it would only end him up in the hospital, with more lies about how he fell down the stairs, or off a trampoline. Honestly, he didn't know how much more he could stand. He missed his love. He needed to get back to the little blonde. Three years ago tomorrow, Kai thought, everything changed. It went from bad to worse.
After a night of slaving over the stove, trying to make the famous soloist a nice dinner, Gackt had arrived home. Kai smiled up at the other and welcomed him home with a hug and a kiss. As usual, Gackt's only reply was a quiet mumble of food as he sat down to the table. Anxiously, Kai grabbed the pot and moved over to the other to dish it up. His foot had slipped on a puddle of water on the floor, left over from a melted ice cube from when he made the others drink that morning.
It was his own fault, he had thought then. The naivety of his situation then had made him only think of that cursed ice cube that had ruined his dinner. It had made him think that it was his fault he had not cleaned it up right away, and had instead forgotten about it. Now, of course, Kai realized that it did not matter whether or not he cleaned up the water or not. In the end, he was actually glad that it had happened. For that was the key to him getting his memory back.
"You idiot!" Gackt yelled at the other as Kai lay on the floor, dinner having fallen around him during the fall, all over the floor. Kai stared up at the other in horror, and felt his heart sink at the failed attempt at making the other feel better when he came home; hoping for once, that he would not be beaten. Now, he was sure that tonight might even be worse than before.
Around that time, Gackt had started to grow tired of Kai. He was gone long hours of the day, often coming home, smelling of sex and other men; sometimes even women. It had hurt Kai, who at the time, still believed that Gackt might actually love him. How stupid he had been, but it was all due to the memory loss. That night had changed everything. Everything had been meant to be. From the time he slipped, to the end of the night when he passed out after the other had hit him in the head with the baseball bat they kept by the door. The next morning, Kai could remember everything. It had seemed that after the fall on the bridge, when he hit his head, he had lost his memory. Another hit to the head, and he remembered it all. Now, Kai only wished that he could escape the prison he was in, and make it back to Ruki.
However, Kai couldn't help but wonder why Gazette's vocalist and his lover, had not found him yet. He was sure that he would be looking for him, no doubt, but he couldn't be that hard to find, could he? After all, he had gone with Gackt during his recording plenty of times, and he was sure that he would've run into his band at some point. Especially during the many times Gackt had done a group project with different bands from PSC. They had gone directly to the company building for them, and there was no possible way that Gazette wasn't there.
The door slammed shut, and Kai gasped. Dinner was still on the stove and the other was already home! He whimpered at what might happen to him now, and wished; hoped, that Ruki would find him soon before he was beaten to death.
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In downtown Osaka, a famous restaurant is packed with customers eagerly awaiting their meals, or telling the waiters how wonderful the food tasted. It was lit with a yellow tint from the dimmed lights hanging above the tables in exquisite renaissance chandeliers. Painted pictures on the wall show rare flowers and mountain views, as well as a few of spring Japan with pink cherry blossoms floating in a breeze. To a certain head chef, this was his favourite picture. He didn't see much of the lovely cherry blossoms anymore with his new job. He was way too busy all day making sure that the restaurant kept up its reputation, and if he stopped for just a minute, it would all go downhill.
It made the cook swell with pride at how well the restaurant had made it. It was top list on all the most important places, and was packed full every night. He was even starting to earn more than he did during Gazette, and that made it even better; to know that he was that good. Sometimes, he wondered how the others were doing. He hadn't visited Ruki since he moved away, though he was sure that Uruha still kept in touch with him. He hadn't spoken to any of them since he moved away. It just hurt too much, and though he was healing quickly due to the success of the restaurant, he knew that if he were to talk to them again, the wound would just reopen.
"Yuu, two more of tonight's special!" one of the waiters called to him. Aoi grinned and nodded his understanding to him as he ran off to take more orders. He didn't want his restaurant to be famous for the wrong reasons, making it obvious that he had to change his name back. It didn't stop a few of his employees from knowing who he was, since he didn't change his look at all. He still rather enjoyed it, after all. Luckily, he had dependable employees who would never go around telling the whole world. Part of that could be because they were very loyal to him, or it could be because they didn't think they could handle any more customers. Aoi had thought about moving to a bigger location, as it would increase his profits, but he wasn't sure that he could handle it then. He would have to hire more chefs, and teach them everything he knew, and it was more of a hassle then it was worth. However, he really should have someone who could take over for him in case he ever had an emergency and needed to leave; though he doubted that anything would tear him away from his job.
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Music rang through the area as a large group of people stood around the musician, grinning from ear to ear as they listened to the words sung along with the notes. It was a sight to see, and anybody would be proud to have this person as their own. He had extreme talent; anybody could see that. No doubt he would make it to the big time. Uruha stood a ways off, watching quietly; a frown on his face. He knew he should be proud of his lover, but he just couldn't help feeling that the other was completely disregarding his feelings towards going back into music. Even as only a companion to the actual musician. There would still be press, and the news that Miyavi was with him would only cause more unnecessary hassle, and he didn't need that. He was supposed to be focused on his new career. Granted it wasn't taking off too fast, but in time he would be a major surgeon, and he didn't want anything to get in the way with that.
As the playing stopped, he sighed. He knew that for now, he just had to go along with it, and be proud as anyone else would. Walking over, he sat beside the tall guitarist and kissed his cheek. Yes, it was hard, but that's what you do for love, right? But does also include giving up any belief in your own feelings, too?