I'm baaaack :D It's been a while since I've updated. Mainly because I kind of lost the will to write (because I thought my stories were kind of...bad ._.) But the review from XxXMiyavisHeartXxX got me back into the spirit of writing ^^ So thank you dear~ I apologize if it's waaaay to short or seems kind of rushed, I'm trying to hurry up and type this before I have to leave for the midnight showing of Breaking Dawn. I promise the next chapters will be better D:

Enjoy!

It was midnight when the front door of the Ishihara household slammed open and a frazzled looking Miyavi rushed inside. It had been a long day full of worrying, stress, and stupid Chinese security workers at the Beijing airport, and he was glad he had finally made it home. Upstairs a light flicked on and someone came down the stairs quickly. "Who the hell-….Miyavi! You're back already?" Ruki asked, surprised. He had told the other he needed to come home immediately but he hadn't expected him so soon. "Of course! I got here as soon as I could," he said setting his bags down and closing the door. "How's Kai?" he asked anxiously.

"The same," Ruki answered sadly, "he's upstairs right now, you should go and see him." Miyavi nodded and headed to the stairs. "You can stay the night if you don't feel like driving back this late," he called over his shoulder as he went up. "Thanks but I should be going, have to see how Reita's doing. I'll swing by and bring Aiko home in the morning." "Alright…" Ruki turned to leave. Miyavi stopped at the top of the stairs, turning around to look at his friend.

"Oh, and Ruki.."

He stopped. "Hm?"

"Thanks….for taking care of him when I was here." He was grateful he and Kai had such great friends. He didn't want to think of what could have happened if no one had been around.

The vocalist smiled. "Of course. That's what's friends are for." Miyavi smiled back a little, then continued on his way to the bedroom. The door was cracked and the light was still on, Kai must be awake still. Slowly he opened the door and stepped inside. Kai sat on the end of the bed, not really paying attention to anything around him, just staring off into space.

"Tadaima." he said quietly. Kai jumped, turning his head toward the door. "M-Miyavi?" Kai whispered, eyes wide. Miyavi grinned. "The one and only~." The taller male shut the door behind him and walked over to the bed. Sitting down next to drummer he pulled him into his arms. "Miss me?" he asked, holding him tightly. Kai was silent for a moment, then he wrapped his arms around Miyavi, clinging to him. "A-A lot," he answered softly, burying his face in his chest. "But what are you doing home? Your tour-"

"I cancelled the rest of it."

Kai looked up at him, a look of disbelief on his face. "Why would you do that?"

"Because, I had to get home to you."

"Oh," he mumbled looking down. Ruki must have called him and told him everything. It was his all fault. Miyavi had to cancel his tour because of him. He could feel tears building up in his eyes. Why was he always such a bother?

Miyavi frowned when he noticed Kai starting to cry. "What's wrong, koishii?" he asked, wiping his tears away. "I'm sorry…." The tattooed man blinked. "For what? You haven't done anything." Kai shook his head. "It's my fault you had to cancel. I-" "Hush, it's not your fault, stop blaming yourself," Miyavi interrupted. "You're more important to me than some tour. Just don't worry about it, okay?" The drummer nodded slowly, still not believing him. "Ok," he said quietly.

An hour later the two of them had settled into bed. Kai had fallen asleep immediately. Miyavi could tell he hadn't been sleeping much. The taller male laid next to him, arms wrapped around the other, a smile on his face. He had only been gone a few weeks, but it had felt like an eternity. Truthfully, he was glad to be home early. He just wished it was for a different reason.

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