Theme: This chapter is based on theme #34 - Music
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Miyavi (solo)/Reita (Gazette)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. You ought to know it by now. XD
Summary: When Reita thinks his life is just fine the way it is, Miyavi steps in and turns his entire world completely upside down.
Comments: I saw a few people doing this, so I figured it would be okay for me to do it, too. I really meant to follow these themes in order, but as you can see, I skipped. XD Thing is, a multi-chapter fic worked itself out in my head, and I plan on using a different theme for each chapter. I’ve seen others do it, so I figured why not~? I would like to thank Selah-chan (spinshadow) for all her help with this chapter. She gave me a lot of information. ^_^ So, thank you, Selah-chan! Now that college has started back for me, I am left with very little time to write, so you guys are going to have to be patient with this one. XD And yes, this one will be my baby out of my Reiyavi fics. And more than likely the longest fic I've ever written. Written, of course, for 50stories.
All stories have a beginning, whether said stories are fictional or true. Mine is no different, although I will not start my story with ‘once upon a time’, or ‘in a land far away’. I try to be as un-cliché as I possibly can, you see. Besides, what I wish to tell you took place not long ago at all, and it definitely didn’t take place in a far-away land.
So, how shall I begin? You are probably thinking, ‘start from the beginning’, but it’s not that simple. Don’t worry, I won’t go into the details of my mother’s labor or how much I weighed when I was born, or what my first word was (wouldn’t my birth literally be ‘the beginning’ anyway?), because doing so would take up far too much of your time – time that you would probably much rather spend doing something else – and it would take up too much of my own time. Besides, I don’t feel that my story truly begins with my birth. In fact, my story didn’t really begin until quite some time after I was born.
It all began with music. As a teenager, I became very interested in music. You know, the kind of music that your parents shake their heads at. The kind of music that your parents say you have turned up far too loud, no matter how low the volume is on your stereo. Yeah, that kind of music. That was the type of music I listened to; it was the type of music I understood and could relate to.
I developed an infatuation with the bass over time, and at some point, I decided that – no matter what – I would learn to play bass. I achieved that goal by working my ass off in order to earn enough money to buy myself a bass, and after I bought it, I spent hours upon hours locked up in my room doing nothing more than practicing. Even if I happened to cut my finger (or fingers), I would still continue to practice. One of my most charming qualities is that I’m stubborn as hell. All the pain and time spent practicing paid off, though.
Eventually, I decided that I wanted to make music more than just my hobby, and I joined a band. The first band I was ever in was called Karasu, and that’s where I met Uruha. He was just as much of a kickass guitarist then as he is today. Don’t think for an instant that he’s fragile – you can’t judge him by his looks. He is actually quite the opposite.
Around the end of January 2001, Karasu split up. Uruha and I moved on to Ma’die Küsse, where we met Ruki. There was just something about his voice… something that stuck with me, even after hours of hearing him sing. I had (and still have) the impression that Ruki could (and can) sing pretty much anything. When I first told him this, he said that I gave him too much credit. I replied with: “And you’re too modest for your own good sometimes.” He still hasn’t let fame get into his head – he hasn’t let it change him. The Ruki I know now is the same Ruki I met over five years ago. And that’s a very good thing.
Ma’die Küsse was over even before it truly had much of a chance to begin. Only five months… that’s how long Ruki, Uruha and I stuck with that band. I speak for myself – although I bet if you were to ask Ruki and Uruha, they’d feel the same – when I say that I felt like those five months were wasted. But we refused to give up so easily, and I soon found myself as the bassist of yet another band: L'ie:Chris.
Needless to say, there wasn’t much success with this band, either. I would give you an estimate of how successful L’ie:Chris was (as in, on a scale of one to ten), but I don’t think ‘sucks’ registers on the numerical scale. Then came Kar+te=zyAnose, which was another huge disappointment. I won’t say that joining this band was a mistake; I believe it was a necessary stepping stone, honestly. I suppose the other bands were as well, no matter how frustrated I became with them.
Soon after our departure from Kar+te=zyAnose, Ruki, Uruha, and I decided that we would form a band ourselves, and that we would be successful. In early 2002, we met our second guitarist and our drummer – Aoi and Yune, respectively. The first thing I noticed about Aoi’s style (when he played guitar, that is) was that it was completely different from Uruha’s, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. Their separate styles blend quite well, and when I first realized this, I was surprised (quite pleasantly surprised, but surprised all the same). Aoi was and is also a kickass guitarist, and I can’t imagine this band existing without him. I don’t think the rest of us can, either. Aoi himself… well, he’s the type of person that is practically impossible not to like (which is something he and Uruha have in common).
As for Yune, Aoi assured us that he was the best drummer that we could have ever hoped for. When I heard Yune play, I had to agree with Aoi.
In March of 2002, Gazette was born. That very next month (April 30, 2002, to be exact), we released our first single. After that, it felt like we were fucking sailing. We were rapidly climbing the ladder of fame, and I felt that I was finally living my dream. At least, until that dream crashed slightly less than a year later on January 21, 2003. Despite our success, Yune told us that he was leaving the band. He didn’t give us a reason, but we believed that his reasons were his own… Perhaps we had no right to question him, or perhaps we did. Nevertheless, we didn’t.
Kai then stepped into the picture on March 1, 2003: Caring, fun-loving Kai. It didn’t take us long to warm up to him. Though it may seem that we are constantly at odds with each other – Kai and I – we are actually quite close. He’s the ‘mother’ of this band, so to speak. He looks out for all of us. Because of him, my dream rose from the ashes – like a phoenix – and took flight once more. I will always, always be grateful to him for that.
However, I don’t believe I’ll ever like his cooking.
A month to the day after Kai joined us as our drummer, we signed our band over to the PS Company label. Up to this point, we hadn’t had a band leader (I myself didn’t think it was necessary, to be honest), but PSC insisted that we should have one. Kai immediately volunteered, and we gave him the title of ‘Leader-sama’ without any fuss over the matter whatsoever.
Our success began anew, and we were even stronger this time around. During 2003, we released three mini-albums, and we went on tour numerous times. One of these said tours… I will remember it as long as I live, even though I didn’t think it was very important at all at the time.
In August of 2003, the PSC decided that we (‘we’ being various artists and bands under the PSC label) should go on a huge tour. I met him on that tour. Of course, I had heard of him before and I had seen him on television (hadn’t we all?), but I hadn’t really paid much attention to him.
Let me tell you: seeing him on television is nothing like seeing him in person. I was introduced to him in Tokyo, backstage, between performances. When I first saw him, the first thing I thought was ‘pity he’s not a woman’, because if he had been a woman, I more than likely would have taken him to a hotel that night. He was gorgeous as he stood there, leaning back against the wall, a cigarette stuck between his lips.
Pity he’s not a woman, I said to myself again, though I had to admit that he did have a nice body – man or not. Then I forced myself to look away from him, because it wouldn’t do to have one of my bandmates asking me just why in the hell I was practically staring at some guy. Or worse… what if he caught me looking at him?
I looked away just in time to see Kai approach me. “I’m about to introduce Ruki and the others to Miyavi. I figured that you might like to meet him, too.”
I raised my eyebrow at him. “You mean… You know him?”
Kai looked at me rather strangely. “Yeah, I know him. I’ve known him for a while now.” He then grabbed my wrist. “C’mon.”
“You don’t have to drag me,” I practically grumbled, though I followed him without any further comments. By the time we reached Miyavi (who wasn't more than a few feet away), Aoi, Uruha, and Ruki were already standing with him. As soon as we approached, they looked expectantly at Kai.
Kai introduced all of us to Miyavi, and vice versa. Miyavi nodded and smiled at each of us in turn, suggesting that we all go out for a drink or something afterwards. In that moment, I realized that he had a rather nice smile.
Stop thinking stupid things, Reita, I scolded myself, looking away yet again. You’re not going to start liking men just cos this one happens to be attractive. You’re a ladies man, remember?
When I had repeated this to myself at least twenty times, I turned back to him, only to find that he was watching me. He offered me a crooked grin before turning to Aoi and beginning quite an… animated conversation.
That was the night I met him – the man who called himself Miyavi. And in the not-so-distant future, he was going to turn my entire world completely upside down, whether I liked it or not.
~TO BE CONTINUED~