After that evening, Miyavi was quite busy working on plans for a new project, and so he didn't see Kai for a while. Miyavi thought about Kai every day, but he felt he needed to keep focused in order to perfect the songs he working on. Miyavi was looking forward to playing at Jrock Revolution in California. Miyavi had played in the United States before, but he knew that none of his fans would be prepared for the little trick this maverick had up his sleeve…
Miyavi returned to Japan in between his practice sessions and the recording dates that had been set. Miyavi had only been home for about twelve hours and was suffering from jetlag when he got a phone call from Reita. Miyavi answered, trying to sound as tired as possible; he really didn't feel like being bothered.
"Hey Miyavi, are you busy right now? There's kind of an emergency going on right now and we all really need your help." Miyavi could hear that Reita's voice was worried and rushed.
"What's the emergency?" Miyavi asked flatly. "Did Kyo chew up Aoi's underwear, or did Uruha's hair fall out…"
"Listen up!" Reita barked into the phone. "My girlfriend has gone missing. She hasn't been home all day, and she isn't answering her cell phone. Can you come help search?"
Miyavi was looking quite a mess still and didn't want Kai to see him like this, but he reluctantly gave in. "Alright, I'll be right over." Miyavi closed his cell phone, hoping the click rang on Reita's ears.
When Miyavi made it to the GazettE's flat, he saw Reita was sitting at the kitchen table, his face buried in his folded arms. Ruki had a hand on Reita's shoulder, trying to comfort him. Kyo, Kaoru, Aoi, Uruha, and Kai were also in the room. Miyavi walked to the far end of the table and surveyed the situation. At this point, Miyavi was beginning to feel worried. "So why are we all just sitting here? Let's do something," he finally murmured.
Kai looked up at Miyavi. He said, "I can't believe she hasn't returned; where do you think she is?" As he was asking this, Miyavi pulled out a giant rainbow-colored lollipop and unwrapped it.
Miyavi turned to Kai and Kaoru, took a lick of his giant rainbow-colored lollipop, and said, "Let's check Harujuku-ku, ne?"
Kaoru and Kai joined Miyavi during their search. Miyavi began to feel nervous; he hadn't seen Kai in such a long time…As a result, Miyavi began skipping up and down the streets ahead of Kaoru and Kai. Kai didn't really mind it; Miyavi was doing a good job of handing out flyers and covering more ground.
Miyavi was bopping along looking and he bumped square into Satoru. "Oh," Satoru winced, "be careful where you step…What brings you out here so late anyway? Coming to the host club?" Satoru eyed Miyavi. He knew if he didn't do something to distract Miyavi, the group would catch on quickly. Of course, diverting Miyavi's attention wouldn't be a hard thing to do.
Jamming his hand into his pocket and pulling out a photograph, Miyavi handed Satoru a picture. "She's missing. Have you seen her today?" Miyavi's eyebrows furrowed a bit; he thought, "What the hell is Satoru doing out on the street this time of night?" It seemed really odd to Miyavi.
Satoru's lips curled. "Why yes, I saw her earlier. She was with Maya. They seemed pretty playful…like they might be involved. They were heading for Maya's apartment."
Miyavi's lollipop fell to the ground. "She, they….no…really?" Miyavi was visibly upset. "Thanks, Satoru," he said quickly, and grabbing Kai and Kaoru by the wrist, Miyavi began running down the road immediately. As they were running, Kai tried to remember if Reita's girlfriend had even met Maya; Satoru's words weren't fitting in Kai's mind, but checking Maya's place might be a good idea. They ran for ten minutes straight and stopped in front of Maya's apartment, gasping for breath.
Once they found out from Maya that he didn't even know Reita had a girlfriend, Kai put together that Satoru was a big, fat liar. The next place to go was the host club. Miyavi felt happy that he got to see Yukihiro at work without paying him for once. That was always a problem with befriending a host, wasn't it? Kai consulted Yukihiro and discovered he thought Satoru was out of town, and the two brothers narrowed down Satoru's whereabouts.
So yet again, Miyavi, Kai, and Kaoru were running through downtown. They reached the Hilton, found where Satoru was staying, and prepared for an attack. Miyavi was running down the hall of the third floor yelling, "Pow! Right in the kisser!" Miyavi was only trying his best to lighten the situation up some.
Kaoru hushed Miyavi as they approached room 304 and knocking gently, Kaoru said in his best lady voice, "Room Service."
The trio could hear rustling around and some clinks of metal. After almost two minutes, Satoru opened the door and welcomed them in. Cautiously, they brushed past the wide-eyed man in his fancy suit. Satoru tried to flee, but Miyavi chased after him and bit his shoulder like a trained attack dog would. While Satoru was wincing in pain, Yukihiro punched him with a right hook to the jaw which sent him spiraling to the ground. Yukihiro brushed his hands together as a demented grin blanketed his face. "Well, that was easy."
Kai searched the hotel room and found Reita's girl curled up, handcuffed, and badly wounded in the bathtub. She looked barely conscious, so kaoru called for an ambulance. Yukihiro and Kaoru decided to go back to the flat and report that Reita's girl had been found and guide the others to the hospital. Miyavi and Kai waited until the ambulance arrived and took Reita's girl. By this time, Satoru was wiggling in the hallway still where Yukihiro had decked him, and when the cops picked Satoru up and dragged him off, everyone felt relieved.
Miyavi and Kai rode together on the subway to the hospital. "What a sick, sick man," Kai whispered under his breath.
Miyavi still picked it up. Looking at Kai, he smiled, "I am glad there are guys on this planet like us."
Kai looked at the floor. Us. That word made Kai feel a little nervous. Maybe he was reading too deeply into Miyavi's statement. "I'm glad, too," he agreed, his voice cracking slightly.
Later, in the hospital's waiting room, Kai was sitting quietly reflecting over everything that had happened in the past few hours. Miyavi approached him, scratching the back of his head nervously. He forced a nervous smile and produced a rainbow-colored lollipop. "This is for you," he said shyly. Kai took the lollipop and was prepared to thank him, but he disappeared.
Miyavi had headed for home. He didn't want to cause any trouble for Kai, and he was still feeling quite tired from the flight home. "I'm starting to do it again…" he thought, "I'm acting like an idiot. Why can't I just openly ask Kai to be mine? What's my problem?"
Maybe, just maybe he would confess his love for Kai. When? Tomorrow. "Yeah, tomorrow," Miyavi whispered aloud. He got dressed in his pajamas, and marked tomorrow on the calendar as, "ashita" and put little hearts around it. Miyavi then grabbed his favorite plush toy, Sunaaguru san, and wormed his way under the comforter. He already made himself a promise; tomorrow would be different.
On the other side of town, Kai wasn't sleeping at all. He kept wondering why Miyavi gave him the lollipop. "Why me? Why does he think I'm so special?"