iv.counting the minutes.
Maya wakes up, six hours later, to the sound of his cell phone beeping incessantly from the inside of his front pocket. He ignores it for a moment but picks it out without really thinking and presses it to his ear. Rubbing his eyes, his mouth opens and he speaks.
"..Moshimoshi?" He says, sleep smearing his words together.
"Hey, birthday boy. You awake?"
The voice is familiar. Playful, allusive. Maya's mind was still asleep; the inflections in the voice were sounds he had heard every day, at some time, but he couldn't quite remember, couldn't quite place it, it was just too early to possibly--
"Mnn... What time is it?"
"Geez, you hung over or something?"
Oh, right, Maya thinks. That's who it is.
The voice belongs to a man called Miyavi. Unconsciously, Maya smiles. Lays back against the pillows. Miyavi's voice is comfortable and smooth. Familiar.
"No, I just got in late."
"Hmm. Well, exhausted or not, you're coming to my place today."
"And why?"
"It's your birthday, right? I have a surprise with your name written on it..."
Miyavi's voice is ever so suggestive. Maya grins, though Miyavi can't see him. "What would you say if I could be over in an hour?"
"I'd say I'm counting the minutes, koibito..."
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