Miyavi bit his lip anxiously; as usual he was very excited. He heard a knock at his door.
"Who's there?" he squealed.
"It's me! … Kei? You sent me, err, twenty minutes ago. To go get you some chicken…" he sounded tired.
Miyavi swung the door open with an expectant look on his face.
"Finally. What took you so long!"
"Only the fact that it's bloody four in the morning" Kei seemed irritated on top of being exhausted.
Miyavi pouted indifferently.
"Thank you" he patted Kei on the head and walked into his suite with the food, towards the mini fridge in search of an accompanying, and hopefully alcoholic drink.
Having found his happiness, he sat down on the floor and started eating his chicken and drinking his beer. Kei, who had shut the door and watched Miyavi get ready for his feast, sat opposite him and sighed.
Miv, as he liked to call himself, looked up.
"Whatssswrong?" he spluttered trying to avoid showering Kei in chicken bits.
Kei grinned at this, Miyavi's lack of interest in being polite astounded him. He always found it extremely funny.
Miyavi swallowed his food and asked again.
"Kei, what is wrong?"
He only let out a heavier sigh.
"Fine, ignore me. BE THAT WAY"
Miya shot a glaring look at Kei and went back to his eating.
After a while, Kei heaved himself to his feet and left Miya with his empty can, and empty plate.
"Goodnight then."
"Yeah, well hopefully I'll get an hour's sleep before you make me do something else" he grunted back.
"Kei! Wait…" Too late he was already gone. The door was slammed shut.
He's not mad at me… There's probably just something wrong with his girlfriend… He can't be mad at me, Miyavi told himself. He suddenly felt the urge to run after Kei and ask him what was the matter. He didn't. Instead he got up and went in the bathroom. He slowly began to undress himself, when yet another knock was heard. This one was more pressing.
Miv grabbed a towel to cover himself and rushed to the door, hoping to see Kei's friendly face, but when he opened the door he had just enough time to realise that it wasn't Kei, but a complete stranger before he jumped at him and held him in a tight cuddle. It wasn't until the boy let go that Miyavi could even react.
"Who are you?" he finally panted.
"Oh… I'm Shin" he answered, innocently looking down at Miya's now slipping towel, who caught his eye and hastily tightened it around his waist.
This is awkward.
Shin giggled.
"May I come in, please ?"
He stepped aside to let Shin in.
'Why not?'
He shut the door behind his new guest.
He opened his mouth to ask the most obvious question.
"Why are you here, again?"
"Oh, right. Hm—"
Miyavi let out a sigh, he wasn't going to get a reason, 'ah well'.
He went into his bedroom to grab a pair of leather pants. He was now, only half naked.
When he came back, he saw his guest sitting in front of the TV set, when Miyavi saw what Shin was watching he yelled.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"
It was a clip from the singer's movie, "Oresama".
When a particularly interesting part came up, something containing what you might call fan service, or more simply, a guitarist kissing his bassist on stage
Miyavi made a move to cover the screen.
Shin laughed.
"Why do you think I wanted to be a bassist in the first place?"
Miyavi blushed crimson. Shin approached the guitarist and wrapped his arm around him.
"Huh, what are you doing?"
"—Nothing" He leaned in, closing the gap between them quickly.
Miyavi closed his eyes in anticipation and felt the young boy's breath getting closer.
A gentle knock was heard.
'Kuso'
Miyavi opened his eyes reluctantly, and silently gasped at the situation, a very handsome boy had been about to kiss him when someone had disturbed them.
Shin groaned when he realised that his host was now getting up.
Miyavi pouted. 'Kusoooo, I wanted that kiss, I was going to enjoy that.'
"Miyaaaaaaaaavi" came the voice behind the door.