"Speaking of, " Daisuke took another glance around the bar, "I think I want to see what's going on in the back." Where it would be dark and if Miyavi made him blush anymore he wouldn't be able to see it.

Miyavi's ears practically perked up, "What's back there?" His six foot tall slender frame rose to catch a glimpse of the area Daisuke was talking about. From his vantage point he could see a large group of men, with what looked to be two very pretty women. Miyavi guessed them to be prostitutes. They were much too forward in their affections on the men to be anything else. A group of college aged kids being fairly raunchy themselves, and then strings of couples or people who seemed more interested in watching the crowd than being a part of it. "Privacy?" He cast a side glance back at Daisuke, thinking he might have an inkling of what was going through his mind. "I have a better idea." Miyavi let a mischievous grin split his lips. He grabbed the other man's hand, uninhibited, and began walking him toward the bar's exit.

"Where are we going?" Daisuke wasn't sure what to think of being led to some place when he practically had no say in the matter.

"Some place fun!" Miyavi cooed. It only took a moment to reach his drop-top, Pontiac Sunfire. Daisuke ran a hand down the smooth candy apple finish before opening the passenger door and taking a seat. Miyavi bypassed the motion needed for such a thing and hopped over the side as he slid the key into the ignition with one fell swoop.

"Nice ride!"

"I know." Miyavi winked and put the car into gear, spitting gravel as they left the parking lot.

The breeze was perfect for riding with the top down. Balmy California weather caressing their faces at a temperate 70 degrees. Miyavi had his latest recording still in the CD player and bounced his head along to it. "Just finished mixing it today, what do you think?" He asked his travel companion, dark brown eyes fiercely watching the road like a tiger stalking it's prey.

"It sounds amazing!" Daisuke turned the volume knob up to hear more guitar work through the obvious Bose sound system. Miyavi had cut no corners pimping this ride. "Who played the bass and drums?" Miyavi's excitement was contagious. Daisuke reached into the pocket of his black leather coat and covered his face with large tortoise shell rimmed Dolce & Gabana shades. Might as well play the role of a rock star, his partner certainly was. Suddenly, he felt like he was in high school again, riding the boulevard and perusing for chicks.

"I did." A smile that could have rivaled the Cheshire cat's now played across the driver's features.

"Wow." Daisuke retorted with his own charming school boy grin.

Somewhere along the way, the duo had slouched low in their seats, letting the music carry their minds until Miyavi brought them to their surprise destination.

"What are we doing at a carnival?" The blond pulled his sunglasses low on his nose to peer over at the driver.

"Who doesn't like carnivals?" Miyavi shrugged and hopped out of his car the same way he'd entered it, "My treat."

Daisuke could smell the funnel cakes and cotton candy from the parking lot. He'd never actually been to one of these things. Though, he had to admit, it did remind him of some of the smaller amusement parks back home. The only difference being the side shows and the fact that amusement parks were stationary. But, he was sure with his present company, it was going to be an adventure. He ran a hand through his shoulder length locks as they approached the ticket booth. He wasn't expecting to feel the lanky arm wrap around his waist. "Oh, um... Hi."

"Hi there." Miyavi grinned and handed the teller a bill that would cover their passage, "Two please." He grinned and handed Daisuke his ticket. "Hope you don't mind?" He poked Daisuke in the ribs with the arm that was now holding him. Daisuke really didn't mind, but a part of him was a little scared of what news would break out if anyone recognized them. After a moment, he lifted his shades up to his crown and shook his head. "Screw them. I don't mind." Miyavi giggled, obviously pleased with the new leaf Daisuke was turning over.

"I knew I liked you, Die-chan." It was rather hard to play the roll of big evil Dir en grey lead guitarist with Miyavi hanging over him and giggling like a sugar fiend. He'd drop that hat for tonight and just be Daisuke Andou, the kid from Mie prefecture who loved to be a prankster goof and play some guitar on the side.

"I think you're growing on me too." Their pace increased as they passed through the gate, trying not to hinder anyone else's entrance. Though, escaping some odd looks from other thrill seeking patrons was a rather hard task. But after another look at the flamboyantly dressed younger man beside him, Daisuke let it go. He was, indeed, having a lot of fun just enjoying the company.

"What should we do fir-" Miyavi was cut off by a man with a top hat and a megaphone.

"COME ONE! COME ALL! THE MARVELOUS MAGICAL MATIGUSTO WILL GUESS YOUR AGE! YOUR MIND WILL BE FLABBERGASTED!"

"Oh! Oh! Please?" Miyavi threaded his fingers between Daisuke's and swung their hands back and forth as he jumped up and down. "I want to see if he can guess mine!" Daisuke didn't see how anyone could have said 'no' to that.

"Sure. Besides, I'm curious as to how old you are myself." He gave Miyavi a smug smile as he squeezed his hand, then let go so that the hyper thing could run up and have a good time with the 'Magical' Matigusto.

"Well, hello young man! I will guess your age but you must answer me one question before I can do that." The man tipped his top hat and bowed. Miyavi returned the courtesy in habitual Japanese fashion.

"Ask away!" He spread his arms wide and looked over his shoulder, surprised that Daisuke was waiting so far back. "What are you doing? C'mere!" He waved his counterpart on. Daisuke did so, a little begrudgingly. He didn't want to torture himself by having to speak his broken English or having his age guessed. He already knew he was older than Miyavi. But Miyavi didn't need to know by how much. He could already hear the old man jokes in his head.

"So, young man, what month were you born in?" Matigusto held a smirk that was a fifty fifty mix of mischief and confidence.

"September."

"Why, that is far too easy. You're twenty five years old. Your eyes give you away, my good sir." Miyavi's jaw dropped.

"Did you hear that?! He knew! He got it the first time! Didn't even have to think about it." Daisuke was even stunned by the fact that the man was really good at his job. Then again, the sign next to him read, 'A wrong guess earns you a prize!'. He looked back up at Miyavi who was now standing there covering his gaping jaw. He pointed to Daisuke to get his age done as well.

"You sir, would you like me to guess your age?" Matigusto seemed to easily tell Daisuke was uncomfortable. "It doesn't hurt, I promise." He finished with a wink.

"Okay." He tried to be a good sport though he kicked a clod of dirt in process.

"Great! I just need to know your favorite color?" Daisuke was silently grateful to be able to give only small one worded answers. It was fine speaking terrible English with another Japanese person. They expected it and forgave him for it. But Americans could be a lot harder to impress.

"Red." He chewed at his lip as he shot a glance over at Miyavi who was standing there holding his breath, waiting for the magic to happen again. Matigusto's smirk widened into a full smile that nearly cracked his face in half.

"My, my, you're a bit harder. But if I have to guess," Matigusto took of his hat and brought it to his chin as his face went to stone before them both for the first time, only for a moment before that playful smirk returned. "By the end of this year, you will be thirty three years of age." Miyavi's eyes darted from Daisuke to Matigusto and back several times before Daisuke cracked enough of a smile for the man to know he guessed correctly. "See! The Marvelous Magical Matigusto is never wrong!"

"Die-chan, he got it right! Wowwie wow wow !" Miyavi ran back up and grabbed Daisuke's hand again, waving at the age guesser before they began to seek other entertainment.

"He didn't have to make me sound even older than I already am." He covered his face with his free hand.

"Oh, stop feeling so old. When you're as old as Sugizo and Yoshiki, then I'll start to tease you." Miyavi couldn't help himself and poked Daisuke's nose. Then giggled when it felt funny and the shorter man had to wiggle it to get it to sit right again.

"Easy for you to say. Where to next?" Daisuke took a look around, "The funhouse?"