Warmer Section Four

By: Ware-Yami-Tote

Dir en Grey

Konnichiwa, this is Murasaki Tora, please leave a message! That was all that I could hear echoing in my head. Her phone was turned off, because she was in class before, and she must have forgotten to turn it on.

I sat in my car, on the side of the road. My parking job was bad, and the end of the car was sticking out, I really didn't give a crap. I needed to find Tora, stress and panic was beginning to make its way through the echo in my head.

"What the fuck am I going to do?!" I yelled and slammed my head against the steering wheel. One blow to the plastic piece didn't seem like enough, and after about seven of them, I felt a little better. Kyoto was big, and there was no way that I was going to find Tora without a lead of where she might be.

There was a knock on the window, and it surprised me. There was girl in a school uniform, the one that my school had when I went. The girl made a motion with her hand to lower the window, and for some reason I did, "What is that you need?"

She smiled at me and put her hand on my car, "Are you looking for Tora?"

I stared at her in shock, how in the hell did she know? "What makes you think that?" I snarled, tempted to roll the window back up.

"Well, everyone knows how madly in love you are with her…" she turned red for a moment, then continued, "I don't think a guy like you would be sitting here having a tantrum like that unless it was important."

I ground my teeth together, "So what do you want in return for information? My autograph, a kiss, what do you want?"

She laughed, "Maybe if you were Shinya, then yea! I just want to help you." Why the hell was he so popular with the girls? "I saw Miyavi-san take her to the Visual-Kei store, she looked a little pissed off. So maybe… you should hurry."

The minute she told me, I almost laughed out loud, "Visual-Fucking-Kei?!" I slammed both of my fists on the steering wheel, "Why the hell there! Crap! Shit! Fuck!" I glanced back at the girl; she looked a little scared, "Thank you. You totally have free tickets to our show next week!"

I rolled the window back up, the girl looked confused, but I proceeded to drive away. The damned gothi-crappy girly place was all the way across town. I had to drive fast, because… I was scared, and extremely pissed.

Miyavi was going to get it.

Impatience….I was so bored sitting there getting my make-up done. The woman had at least put on two layers of muck, and my face felt heavy. I wanted to get back to school, what Miyavi did was embarrassing and uncalled for.

I can still remember the silence that filled the room when he walked in and dragged me down the hallway. At this point in my life, nothing really seemed to surprise me; I just kept quiet and let him pull me into his car and down the street.

"Wow Tora, you look amazing!" I turned my head, Miyavi was dressed in purple and holding a silver guitar. Even his lip rings were purple chrome, "Are you ready to see if you're camera friendly? It'll be fun!"

"Kyo is going to be pissed…"

When I saw the bright neon lights of the Visual-Kei building, anger was even more present. I hated this place; it was filled with a bunch of homos and cross dressers. I almost laughed in Yoshiki's face when he suggested that we joined them.

I walked into the building, feeling completely out of place. The lobby was filled with color and drag. Several men in dresses and dark make-up were sitting in a chair, talking politely; I almost had the urge to go punch them for no reason at all. I ignored the impulse, and walked towards a back door.

"Sir, you can't go back there." I receptionist stood up from her chair.

"I can do whatever the hell I want to do," I growled at her, "I'm Kyo-Fucking-Niimura. Where the hell is Miyavi?!" the woman looked at me, scared and unsure of what to say.

"If you don't leave," she warned, "I will have to call security, and they can escort you out, Sir. Would you want that?" she put her hand on the phone threateningly.

I walked to her desk and pushed her hand away from the phone, "Do you want me to rip your head off?" I jolted the phone up, and threw it across the room. "Cause I'll fucking do it! Where the FUCK is Miyavi?! That bastard took of with Tora, and if I don't find her, I'll burn this place down!"

The woman started to shake, and tears were in her eyes, "They're on the tenth floor." She sighed and sat down, lowering her head.

I felt a little satisfied, and headed back towards the door. There were six elevators behind that door, so I just picked which ever one was open. Luckily, there was only one other person in it. I stared at her in front of the elevator for a minute.

She was blonde and taller than me; another girl was taller than me again. Damn.

When she saw me, she started to laugh, "Kyo Niimura, this was the last place I expected to see you here. Are you looking for something?!" She seemed bright and friendly; maybe it was okay to talk to her. Even though she was in a mini skirt, and Lolita like clothes.

First things first, how in the hell did she know my name? "Do I know you?"

She reached her hand out, "I'm Kazuhiko, I can't believe you don't recognize me, Miku would be so sad! My band name is Bou!" What she said hit me like an anvil, she was a he! This place was so confusing. I eyed his hand, trying to remember a Kazuhiko and a Miku.

"Did I go to school with you or something?!" This blond cross dresser was familiar, but the long hair was throwing it all off. "I have no clue who you are…"

"Never mind, Tora would recognize me." He had his arm in the elevator the whole time, so that it wouldn't close, "Are you looking for her? I saw her with that guitar guy, from the boy band here with her. What's she doing here?!"

"That's what I came to find out," I stepped into the elevator, "she's supposed to be on the tenth floor. Hopefully that lady wasn't lying."

"Well, let's go find out." Kazuhiko pushed the button, and the elevator lurched up.

"Put your arm here." Miyavi grabbed me for the seventh time, and made me grab the guitar. I was covered in purple glitter, and the set was with purple clouds. I liked the color purple, but this was getting ridiculous.

"Miyavi this is really inappropriate…" I pulled myself away from him again, distancing myself from him slightly, "I know that you have good intentions, but, I really should get back to school. Having a rock star as a boyfriend is hard enough."

"Well, what would you think about a pop-star then?" he eyed me with a smirk.

"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that." I turned away from him, and started walking down the stairs, but he grabbed my arm. I faced him, and tried to look angry, "Let go of me, I want to leave. If Kyo finds out, he'll kill you. He hates Visual-Kei."

"Who says that he has to find out?" Miyavi pulled me close to him. "He's just some midget; maybe you need a man who can protect you better." He pressed his face to mine, but it was only for half a second, because in flash, Miyavi was on the floor getting pummeled.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!" Time seemed to slow as I watched Kyo straddle Miyavi, and punch him the face repeatedly. "DON'T YOU EVER EVEN LOOK AT TORA AGAIN!"

I hand went around mine, and I looked at who it belonged to, "You should come with me, and let Kyo cool down." She smiled softly at me. I looked around the room, and the photographer looked shocked. It took a lot not to laugh.

I followed the girl, and let things happen.