-8-

Time had went by during the rainy day. It was already 8:12pm in Tokyo. A panting Sakai layed sprawled out naked in a large hotel bed. The young woman he met at FERIA, Kanako, was in a straddling position between his legs, mercilessly giving him a blow job. The pleasured guitarist groaned lowly, staring up at the ceiling, not saying a word. As hard as he tried not to, he thought of Hana the entire time. The only thing that reminded him Hana wasn't pleasuring him was Kanako's long, straight hair that lightly brushed against his shaft and legs while she moved.

Frequently she came up for air and leaned up to kiss at Sakai's neck and earlobe, her thin legs lightly pinning his hips. Her soft voice echoed in his ear as she kept seductivly asking if he liked what she was doing.

He mumbled "yes" each time she asked, closing his eyes as if he wanted to be somewhere else. By now his rage over Gackt had simmered, but slight depression was it's substitute. He felt like he could've acted sooner, and regretted that he hadn't. None of it was fair. He tried to think positive. Maybe Hana's new relationship wouldn't last. Maybe, eventually, she would get bored of Gackt. Maybe they would never fall in love. He hoped for all of that, so once everything was clear, he could finally make his move. He reminIsced the sight of Hana in a towel, then in her bathrobe. He knew without a doubt that underneath those materials, she was incredible from head to toe. How he longed to feel her large breasts, then slide his palm down to her delicate lower back, and fondle her even lower until his hands got enough, which would probably take all night.

He gasped loudly when he reached his orgasm, still in Kanoko's grip, he released it inside her mouth, which she swallowed proudly. He had forgotten about Kanako for that moment, and moaned out Hana's name quite clearly. Kanako couldn't believe she heard someone else's name, and it deeply insulted her. She got up and put her clothes on, glaring at Sakai in a fit of anger as he layed there panting.

"Hana? I can't fucking believe you were thinking about someone else! Lose my number, you bastard!"
She yelled, taking her purse and leaving the room, slamming the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Mana had awoken, finding his bed empty. He threw on a silk robe and went downstairs, finding Kanon in the music den, playing a fast paced song on the cello he hadn't heard suprisingly enjoyed it, never seeing Kanon compose something so dark before.

Her thin fingers glided from string to string, holding lower and lower notes with several vibratos.
The song itself sounded like an introduction to some tragic story. Slow at first, but fast paced as the melody grew stronger. When she stopped playing, Mana walked into the room, clapping lowly. The red haired cellist faked a smile to him, rising to her feet while resting the brown cello to the side. Before he had the chance to embrace the petite woman, She stepped back and took the necklace she found out of her pocket. She showed Mana the silver necklace, it's charm dangled in a circle as she gripped it tightly.

"Who's is this? I found it on the floor of this room. You don't wear American jewelery."
Kanon spoke, her angry deep brown eyes locking onto his as she awaited an answer.

"Ah, that's...Hana-san's. She...came here to discuss business with me. I remember her taking off her necklace because she wasn't feeling comfortable. I didn't notice it, but she must've dropped it." Mana responded with a blank stare, his voice having no detectable emotion.

"Really? Business? What about?"
Kanon asked, seeming curious as she kept her anger under control.

"She was considering me to produce a song for her and the band...but...it's still undecided. She loves my work, but hasn't discussed the matter with band yet.."
He replied on que, making sure Kanon didn't suspect him of anything.

"Ah, really. Alright, darling. I was..just wondering."
Kanon spoke softly, pulling off a calm reaction to him.

The petite cellist turned around and placed the necklace on the oak desk. Mana came close behind her. She allowed him to embrace her, and they had sex all over again, this time, on the expensive floor rug in front of the fireplace. Kanon allowed herself to savor Mana's passion for now. As she focused on being fondled and mercilessly thrusted into, she began to plan her perfect revenge on that filthy American woman. She knew if they didn't sleep together, she was there for some sort of personal leasure. Mana never allowed future clients in his mansion, and that's something she knew for a fact. She knew if she wanted to have Mana all to herself, she had to make sure Hana stayed away from him. Personally.

Hana layed comfortably naked in Gackt's bed, panting wildly to recover from her intense orgasm. Gackt held her tightly to his built chest, grateful that she had finally said yes to his invitation.
He begged her to come over so he can show her the overflowing passion he needed to give to her. She didn't want to at first because of the rain and also leaving Alex alone with the guys, but Gackt eventually convinced her, and she didn't regret it.

Hana remembered not seeing Sakai with the other guys in the entertainment room, and with his bedroom door being wide open, she knew he wasn't there. She was curious as to where he might have went out to, and for the past half hour, she felt a strange feeling of guilt that she couldn't determine the reason of.

Gackt sat up and leaned his back against the headboard, helping Hana up to lay against her back against his chest. He kissed her neck quite a few times, quickly learning it was a favorite spot of hers. She moaned lowly and turned to face him, running a hand through his bleach blonde bed hair as she kissed his lips. He embraced her afterwards.

"I'm so happy you decided to come, baby."
Gackt's sensual deep tone danced through her as he spoke.

"Me too, babe. Let's hope this sudden choice we made
will welcome our meaningful beggining."
Hana whispered against his ear.

"Mm, we made the choice of making love together,
so we're in this together. You're mine and I'm yours, sweetheart."
He whispered against her lips before they began kissing again, melting into round two.

After Mana and Kanon recovered, they went back upstairs to the bedroom to rest. Kanon was fast asleep, laying close to a wide awake Mana. He held the remote to his flat screen wall mounted tv that was a in front of him, turning it on to catch up on the news. A celebrity news program rerunned the report of the Gackt sighting at FERIA. Just when Mana was about to change the channel,

he heard Hana's name, then saw the clip of the two passionatly kissing in front of the club. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He wasn't angry, or jealous. But he did feel a strange sense of insecurity. Hana was a creaure that indeed interested him, and now, knowing she's having a relationship with his ex co-worker made him feel unsatisfied. He stared at the clip, smiling deviously as he stroked Kanon's hair.

Sakai got up from the bed and got dressed, gathering his leather jacket and wallet. He left the hotel and went into the car that awaited him in front. His chocolate brown eyes stared out of the car window. The rain had seemingly subsided for now. He didn't have any type of reaction to Kanako's sudden exit. He knew them parting on a bad note was for the best, since he was practically using her anyway. Once he arrived at the hotel, he went straight to his bedroom without a word to anyone. He didn't care where Hana was or what she was doing at the moment, as he just didn't want to think about her for the rest of the night. He went into his knightstand drawer and took out a package of nyquil. Though he planned on saving it for a sick day, all he wanted to do now was sleep.

The guitarist chugged down at his water bottle that was on the stand and swallowed the two neon liquid gells.
He had forgotten to lock his door, so Mizu entered his room after knocking. The dazed guitarist weakly looked up at the drummer, asking him what he wanted. The bleach blonde informed him that their manager has requested the band to attend a private party with their record company and their neighboring record company, Defstar. Sakai yawned and sat up, remembering he had to change out of his clothes once Mizu left. He didn't think much of the news, since the pill was taking gradual effect. The bleach blonde drummer stared at him blankly.

"You do realize Defstar is interested in promoting us, right?"
Mizu asked the dazed Sakai.

"Yeah, that's great. Tell me more tomorrow.."
Sakai replied with a yawn.

"Sure. Get some rest, Sakai-kun.."
Mizu replied, worried about his fellow band member.

When Mizu left the room Sakai locked his door, making sure no one else would bother him. He unzipped his jeans and threw them in the corner. He slipped out of his shirt and tossed it to the side, then shut his lights off. He got into bed, wearing nothing but his boxers, and comfortably settled in.

Meanwhile in the entertainment room, Alex was sitting with the guys at the bar counter,
Keita standing by to translate.

"Did you tell him about the party thing?"
Alex asked Mizu.

"Yes, but he was so tired I didn't get the chance to tell him about Mana-sama."
Mizu replied.

"..What about him?"
The tiny blonde asked.

"He works with Defstar. He's the one that requested the meeting.
He wants us to collaborate on a song he's working on with Kanon Wakeshima.."
Mizu spoke.

Alex nodded, remembering Hana had spent the night with the Producer, and how Sakai knew it.
She hoped nothing would go wrong, since she was allowed to attend the party with Hana and the band. But mostly, she hoped Sakai was going to be alright. She also remembered Hana's absence, but knew where she went. Her friend certainly didn't lack when it came to her sex life. She just wondered how Sakai was going to take it. Thinking of Hana reminded her of the tension she spoke about Kanon. Though everything seemed fine, Alex had an ominous feeling something big was going to soon happen.

"Mm..I should call Hana and let her know about the event. It's 3 days away after all."
said Mizu, walking over to the other side of the large room, sitting at one of the leather couches.

He took out his phone and called Hana. He awaited for her to pick up. Her phone was in her purse that was on the floor of Gackt's bedroom, in clear view since it was next to the pile of her clothes.
Hana sat up when she heard it ring, excusing herself for a moment to take the call. She stepped outside of his bedroom, answering her phone.

"Hello?"
She asked.

"Hana. It's Mizu. I just wanted to let you know that Defstar has requested us to atten their private party three days from now. They're willing to promote us."
Mizu replied on the other end.

"Wow, really? That's amazing. Any catch involved?"
Hana replied.

"Yes, actually. Mana-sama is involved."
Mizu said.

"...Mana-sama..."
Hana said after a long pause.

"Yes. He's interested in a collaboration with us and Kanon Wakeshima for her new album. He, Kanon, and the record company wish to discuss it with all of us. It's a mandatory thing we have to attend."
Mizu responded.

"Ah...alright then... I'll be home tonight or tomorrow morning, ok? Bye."
Hana said before she hung up.

"Damn. It's going to be awkward seeing that stuck up bitch again..but I'm sure she'll be well behaved around Mana." Hana thought to herself, a bit nervous about the whole thing. She walked back into the bedroom, laying next to Gackt. He embraced her from behind and gently massaged her shoulders, sensing that she seemed stressed.

"Everything alright, sweetheart?"
Gackt asked her.

"Yeah, I guess..I just have to attend a party with the band in three days.
Defstar and Mana want to promote us."
Hana replied lowly, enjoying his firm and gentle grip.

"Hah. Haven't seen that bastard since 1998. Mm..I hope all goes well. With his name asociated with you, your album will attract even more fans."
Gackt replied.

Hana laughed at his first comment, remembering the falling out he had with Malice Mizer that no one to this day can confirm why. She loved how he eased her without much effort, and it really meant alot to her. The only thing that still bothered her was Kanon.

She knew Kanon hated her, and she was almost dreaded working with her. She just didn't want to think about it for a while. She stroked Gackt's perfect chest, feeling his amazing abs. She felt his erect length poke up between her legs when she pressed her large naked breasts against him. His strong arms scooped her up as he layed her down on the bed, situating on top of her without missing a kissing beat. They indulged in one another, kissing passionately, making love all over again. It was clear Hana wasn't going home tonight.