-7-
Everyone had awoken that next afternoon, showering and dealing with upset stomachs. Hana had awoken after Alex, hearing her shower running. The groggy brunette groaned to herself, feeling like utter crap. Her head throbbed and her body wreaked of 5 different kinds of alchohol. She felt quite impatient, and wanted to take a shower right away. Getting up from her king sized mattress, she went to her closet. Opening the accordian mirror doors, she quickly skimmed through the closet, pulling out a light pink bath robe.
"I wonder if Sakai will let me use his bathroom.." Hana thought to herself, thinking of Sakai for the favor since his room was the closest. No other reason at all, right?
Hana walked out of her room, holding to her robe. She walked down the hall to Sakai's room, knocking on his door a few times. The guitarist answered, standing before her in boxers and a dark blue bathrobe. The female vocalist couldn't help but admire how adorable his air dried hair looked. Did his dyed auburn locks ever look mispresentable? That day would never come.
"You smell good.."
Hana said to him, taking in the scent of the AXE shower gel he used.
Oh, The amusing magic of pheremones.
"I wish I could say the same to you."
Sakai replied with a chuckle, saying it harmlessly.
"Alex is in my shower, so uhm, do you mind if I used yours?"
Hana spoke with a light blush.
"Not at all, Hana-chan.."
Sakai replied with a warm smile, welcoming her into his room.
( Sakai's P.O.V.)
He watched Hana walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and running a sat on the suade armchair that rested close to the balcony doors, smiling lightly. She was in his bathroom, beautifully naked, showering, yet still, their bond to one another remains the same since the start. As in, Hana does not belong to him. How cruel reality can really be. Sakai changed into light blue pajama pants and changed into a new robe. He watched the rain, gazing at each rapid droplet that ran down the glass door. He took into consideration that some of the present was his fault, and perhaps, he came off as too committed. Did she sense what he felt for her? and, maybe that alone screamed;
"I know we've only known eachother for 15 months, but marry me and be mine forever"
He laughed lowly at his own paranoia, feeling like an insecure teenage boy that knew nothing.
Sakai has had many lovers so far in his lifetime, yet with Hana, it was as though love itself was brand new. A flavorful and painfully addictive fix, that knocked him down and, pulled him back up again. Perhaps, this is what being in love with someone felt like. he wasn't so familiar with it. Having a history of dissapointing relationships, it had once made him believe that women wanted nothing more than sex and money, and real commitment was left in the old days. But when all seemed written in stone, Hana entered into his life.
A beautiful young woman with the love of music, with the love of his language and culture, suddenly came to his country, to fufill her dreams and passion to become the person she wanted to be. The joy that emitted from her, and the timeless dedication that kept all of them going, it was more than enough to prove Hana was geniune. This woman wasn't at all a fabrication. Where she came from and who she is, none of it was swept under the rug.
On that rainy day that seemed so calm and easy going, when her past traumas were layed out on the table, when her insecurities and fears stood before him, and when she gripped his hand so tightly, he had awoken to see everything in vivid colors, a new reality remained in his sights.
But no one told the lovesick guitarist that this reality involved other men. When she came home that morning glowing from head to toe, wasn't that enough to capture her right then and there? When she met most wanted man in Japan, wasn't that enough to pull her away and catch her by the waist before she fell? When will it become enough to just confess what rages inside? What are these insecurities? What the hell is stopping you?
I'll tell you. Circumstances. The kind of circumstances that involve the risk of ruining the band. Oh. and the fear of rejection. Her rejection. Simple enough, right?
Sakai sat quietly, listening to Hana's shower. That alone, was more than enough to provoke a wonderful fantasy that would make his toes curl. As his mind drifted off to a hot day-dream with Hana's naked body before him, the shower had suddenly turned off. The guitarist could hear her few steps from the shower to the sink, then heard the roar of her blowdryer. His chocolate brown eyes stared at the bathroom door, longing to see through the other side of the locked barrier between his view and Hana.
Before he knew it, she came out of the bathroom dressed in the light pink bathrobe she had brought, holding the nightgown she wore before. Her chestnut hair was as kinky as ever, spreading over her perky breasts. Hana greeted Sakai with a smile, slowly walking towards him.
The guitarist broke away from his intoxicating daydream and returned to reality, rising to his feet non-chalantly. He felt the curvacious vocalist embrace him as if it were nothing, and he tried not think about how her perky breasts made spot-on contact with his chest through the fabric of her robe. How keen his sense of touch was now, and it was all her fault. Why did she have to be so desirable?
"Thanks. I really needed that shower."
Hana said, sounding grateful to him.
"Heh, anytime, Hana-chan.."
Sakai replied with a warm smile, gazing down at her.
"Well, I'm gonna go back to my room and spend some time with Alex.
If the rain lets up later, we should all go out together somewhere, right?"
Hana said.
"Sure. We are all starting to love Alex like family. Though I have to admit she's got fire, you know.. She's not afraid to speak her mind, or at least, so Keita's translations say.."
Sakai replied, laughing dryly.
"Yeah, that's Alex for you. Mercilessly blunt. But we all love her."
Hana spoke, smiling meekly as she spoke of her best friend.
{ Regular Shifting P.O.V }
Meanwhile in Hana's bedroom, Alex was out of the shower. Her hair air dried and wavy, wearing fresh pajamas consisting of a sky blue tank top and grey pajama pants-Much more casual and appropriate than the skimpy grey cotton night gown she threw on the that drunk hazy night, thinking to herself in the morning why the hell she packed something so intimate. Just when she was about to randomly assume Hana was showering with Sakai, Her cell phone text ringtone jingled. She eagerly picked up her phone with interest, seeing a flirtatious text message from Sato appear on the bright screen;
from: Sato 08:23am
*- "Morning, angel. Meeting you last night was definatly something to remember. Even though we were intoxicated, I hope you weren't uncomfortable with my kiss. I just couldn't resist, and I apologize, Alex. If you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me, call me . - Sato "-*
Alex felt herself suddenly blush, even smile! Reading the message over a few times, just to giggle over it! All from a text message-From Sato! Who could blame her? The tiny woman felt completely secure with everything she felt. Drunk or not, they still made a connection, and still have one. An insanely sexy man, texting her the next day? Where hangovers usually greeted you first thing in the morning? It was something to think about, but not to negatively obsess over in the least. Alex had a good feeling about Sato, and was she going to call him? Damn right.
It was starting to drizzle in Tokyo. Mana relaxed in the silence of his mansion, Sitting by his fireplace, reading a current Lolita Bible. Today was a day off, even for the Composing Producer.
He was comfortable in his dark blue silk robe, white button down shirt, and solid black lounge pants. He was feeling content, not having to think about work, or anything else worth being in the mood for. Before he knew it, he caught himself think of Hana. Her cuvacious body, and her series of different vocal moans. The mere reminiscing of her left the man's toes curled.
Kanon has never made him feel near satisfied. Perhaps it was her thin frame. She was too easy to lift, to easy
to pull. Always was entirely willing. She wasn't a challenge. Hana was the exact opposite. Not being heavy in the least bit, her body was spectacular. Though his advances set the heat of the moment into action, Hana challenged him.
She wanted it bad, though, she was unmistakebly a tease. After disrobing her from head to toe, believing he had her right where he wanted her, she ran away from, heading upstairs to his to bedroom, stating her want for a chase. When he caught up with her, pinning her against the door frame, she managed to slip away from his grip, walking slowly to his king sized mattress, beckoning him with the passionate fury that lied in her emerald green eyes. When he tried to dominate her, she flipped him over when he least expected it, attacking with an amazingly paced, erection building missionary. When he had enough of losing, he pushed her off of his pleasured length, pinning her to the large headboard that was behind her.
Mana loved the innocent role she played when he was in control. Her bashful expressions, and her restrained, but loud moans. She even kissed his lips when he attempted to be rough with her neck. If any woman could be simultaniously sweet AND sexy, it was definitly her.
Mana felt his ever growing hard on throb in his pants. It was crazy, and all because of Hana. He had the option of pleasuring himself with his vastly talented hands, but craved more warmth. He knew he couldn't call Hana, for reasons he kept to himself, so he had to call Kanon. She was still an option, no matter how mad she claimed to be, he always got her to come back.
Picking up his cellphone, he speed dialed Kanon's number, waiting after 2 rings until he heard her pick up. She didn't sound enthusiastic to hear from him, but she didn't sound unhappy either.
"Mana-sama. I'm surpised to hear from you.."
Kanon voice spoke from the other end.
"Don't be..I know I have been distant lately and I'm hoping I could fix things."
Mana replied quickly, his sexual craving vastly growing.
"Mm..very well then. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Leave the door unlocked. "
Kanon replied in the usual inviting tone of voice he was so used to hearing.
-* * *
When Hana left Sakai's room, she went back to her own. She saw Alex comfotably laying on her king sized bed, seemingly unable to take her eyes off of her cellphone. The vocalist gave her an amused look, quite curious of the situation, though, the reason wasn't too hard to figure out. Alex was texting, but who? Should she take a guess?
"Eh..Morning. Didn't see you there.."
Alex said to Hana, blushing lightly as she rested her phone on her lap.
"Ohayo. You seemed pretty occupied, huh?"
Hana spoke with a smile, waiting for her response.
"Oh, yeah! Sato texted me, so I've been texting back..."
Alex replied lowly, trying not to make much of the situation.
"Really? Sounds fun. Anything interesting happening?"
Hana replied teasingly, trying not to assume anything as of yet.
"What? I have no idea what you mean by that.."
Alex spoke quickly, picking up her phone when she heard it ring.
"Sure, okay.."
The brunette said sarcastically.
"Mm..I'll be with you in a few. I'm in my room if you need me, alright?"
Alex said as she sprang to her feet, waving her hand when she left Hana's room.
"Yeah, alright.."
Hana replied lowly, watching her leave with intrigue.
Her friend seemed vastly interested. For privacy even? Good for her. She was happy for Alex, and hoped all would go well if Sato decided to get serious eventually. He seemed like a great guy, after all. Hana wanted to relax for the time being. She collapsed on her bed and turned her flat screen TV on.
The news came on, and it announced that the rain wouldn't let up until tomorrow. She flipped through the channels and stopped at another news station. When the reporter announced a recent story about Gackt, it immediatly caught her attention. It showed him at FERIA! Hana vaugely remembered paparazzi at the club when they got there, but she wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings when they left the club, but did remember how much brighter outside seemed. The next clip the news showed was Gackt and Hana kissing passionatly in front of the red BWM that waited. Aas if to exaggerate things, the cameras zoomed in on Hana, giving her plenty of screen time to display how affectionate she was with the bleach blonde legend. Big, colorful, Japanese characters at the top of the screen read;
"Yuudoku Garden [vo.] Hana: Gackt's new lover?" As if she believed she were seeing things, the screen returned the reporter sitting at her news desk.
"The new elegant yet edgy vocalist Hana was spotted in a wild lip lock with Gackt in front of local Tokyo club, FERIA! Are her and music legend Gackt in a committed relationship? Whatever else lies in store, we can say we know already that things between the two are GRADUALLY heating up!" The reporter announced.
Hana shut the TV off, and rubbed the sides of her head. She felt exposed. A little humiliated. Even misrepresented. It was just kissing, but her stumbling all over him from intoxication really made the entire thing look raunchy and wild. She shouldn't care what any of the media thinks, at least until if it effects her record sales. Part of her even thought if Gackt would be angry at her. She hoped he wouldn't feel humiliated and exploited from her being so publicly affectionate. Hana knew she had to call him.
She waited about a half hour. Picking up her cellphone, she skimmed through her contacts until she found his number. She waited a few rings, trying not get so worked up over it. He answered.
"Hello?"
Gackt asked.
"Uhm, h-hey, Gackt? i-it's Hana.."
She replied quickly, stumbling over her words.
"Hey baby. I was just thinking about you. Didn't think you'd be up so early
or else I would've called. Everything alright?
He replied cooly.
"Uhm...have..you..have you the..seen the news?"
Hana responded.
"Hm? Oh, that. Yeah. The media always milks every juicy detail they can get.
No need to worry about anything, sweetheart."
He spoke.
"Really? You're not angry at me? "
Hana replied in surprise.
"No! Not at all. The media is crazy about me. Every time I'm spotted with a beautiful woman, they're like sharks. There's no need to worry. It won't hurt your career, either. If anything, it'll draw all the right attention, baby."
He said to her.
"Oh, alright, That clears things up for sure, babe. And..beautiful, huh?"
Hana flirted in reply, locking her bedroom door in case their phone conversation got any steamier.
-* * *
At Mana's mansion, things were calming down. It was pouring outside, and the sky grew dark again. It was the kind of weather to stay inside and nap. Mana layed next to Kanon, sleeping silently. The petite cellist tried to sleep, but being so used to her 11 hour night of sleep, she was wide awake, even after the vigerous sack session she had. Her long, now flat, dyed red hair layed sprawled in a kinky mess around her all the way down past her tiny breasts. She was restless, so she got up and decided to go into Mana's den to play the cello he had kept for her there. She got dressed in her red lace undergarments and mid thigh length black gown that was wearing before. Walking down the spiral staircase, she headed for the cozy den.
Kanon didn't feel like putting on her stalkings, or shoes, so she was walked barefoot. When she spotted the shiny black cello, she began to walk towards it. Suddenly, the petite woman felt a something stab at her foot. She lowly yelped in slight pain before picking the item up. It was a silver necklace. It's charm was a flat silver heart. On the back of it read "Tiffany & co."
"This does not belong to Mana-sama..does it..."
Kanon spoke aloud, knowing that Mana never wore American jewelery before.
"If this belongs to who I think it does, there's going to be hell to pay..."
Kanon spoke aloud to herself, her eyes glaring at the necklace's heart charm.
-* * *
Alex was in her room, laying on her bed, still on the phone with Sato. They were on the phone for over an hour, talking about practically everything. Their career, hopes, dreams, fantasies-but nothing much of sexual matter, But, they did indeed flirt. Sato figured out that Alex was very discreet when it came to intimacy. When he attempted to ask if she physically missed him, she would laugh it off and reply with a simple "yes.", and wouldn't go into any further detail. It didn't bother him, or turn him off in the least. He respected her, and knew if he wanted to get serious, he knew he had no right to complain about a single thing, not that there were reason to.
"So, angel. When do I have the honor of having you all to myself?"
Sato asked suddenly, not really thinking through his choice of words.
"Ahah. You mean for dinner or in a bedroom?"
Alex replied flirtatiously, playfully questioning him.
"If I play my cards right, maybe both?"
Sato asked her, his tone with a hint of playfulness, awaiting her reaction.
"Time will tell. That's all I can say to you for now, hun."
Alex responded through a smile, feeling her body tingle.
"Aw, that's all? You sure know how to tease a man, sweetheart."
Sato replied.
"Keeps you intriguied, don't it?"
Was all she said to that, giggling lowly.
Sakai wondered if Hana was asleep, and he really wanted her company again. Before he could knock on her door, he heard her giggle. He listened further and soon wished he hadn't. It was faint, but with his musician's ear, he could hear it all to vividly. She was moaning, even speaking though panting and moaning.
"You're so mean, Gackt Camui. Mmmm..S-so..mean.."
Hana spoke, giggling lowly.
"What? Yes you are! Eh...well...you're not so mean anymore, considering you're not afraid to make some noise too... Hehe..yeah, you like that, don't you? Getting off on my voice? Taste of your own medicine, baby..Mmmn~"
Hana said as she panted violently.
Sakai figured it out. She was on the phone with HIM. Having phone sex. Enjoying HIM. Moaning for HIM. It made his stomach turn, and anger slowly flowed through him. He knew she was going to be itnimate with him, but he'd never knew he would have to hear it for himself! As far as he was concerned, he despised Gackt.
Just some accomplished, famous pretty boy, hell, 40 years of age too. HE could advance on her and capture her heart without a problem. But why? Did Sakai not try hard enough? Did he wait too long to actually make a move? It didn;t matter right now. Nothing did. He stormed away from her door and went down the hall to his room. He rummaged through his jacket pockets and found the the tiny crumpled piece of paper that had a phone number on it. It was Kanako's number-The girl he socialized with at FERIA.
In a fit of anger and secret spite, he called her up and told her he wanted to take her out for a movie..and obviously more later. Kanako sounded delighted to hear from him, and so, she got ready and awaited him to pick her up. The guitarist got dressed into fresh clothes, and applied a good amount of cologne and deodorant. He teased his almost shoulder length layered hair at the ends, the way alot of women adored it. Grabbing his wallet and a box of cigarettes, he headed out of his room and off to the private elevator. The other 3 men that were in the entertainment room watched Sakai storm right past them, but before they could get a word in, he was already gone. They looked at eachother with confused expressions, wondering what was his deal.
Lighting a cigarette and heading out the hotel doors, he took a deep long drag, surpressing his ever growing anger and jealousy. He needed to let it all out harmlessly someway, and he knew he was going to have fun the rest of the day, and nothing and no one could get in his way. "Kanako. Kanako. Kanako. Kanako. Kanako." He said aloud to himself, knowing he had to memorize the girl's name. He had to forget about all about Hana for a while.