Two Loves Collide
Title: Two Loves Collide
Authors: gackt_otaku_grl and demon_rays
Rating: PG-13
Characters: hide, Paul, Yoshiki, Heath, Pata, and Toshi
Summary: hide insists that Amanda comes to him...after a month of missing her...now how will the other people in his world handle that?. Based off of gackt_otaku_grl 's Legacy Chapter 12
Warnings: Fluff, pervy humor, small house fires, drunken banters, childish inner tantrums
Disclaimer: Zilch belong to themselves belongs to themselves, and Amanda belongs to gackt_otaku_grl
It’s nearly been a month since I left, and I had long since told Paul to let me know how Amanda was doing every now and then...but he never did. I guess it’s because I called her everyday...and I do mean EVERY DAY...twice. Early in the morning for me and early in the morning for her. She enjoyed the conversations as much as I did, and ached for them when they were over. I always ended them with my confession, trying to see if she figured it out yet...and of course she didn’t. I always got a “Come on hide, don’t tease me...what does it mean already!” as a response.
“I’ll never tell.” I’d whisper, before hanging up.
As time went by I felt even more lonely without her...and even more worried. Was Steve behaving properly now that I was gone...or worse? Then I got an unexpected phone call. “Hello?” I asked in Japanese.
“Um...is hide there?” Paul asked nervously in English of course.
“Oh Hey man, did something happen?” I asked, switching languages, and wondering why he would call...making his bill spike like that.
“Me and Steve saw Amanda today.” Paul said quietly.
“Oh? How’s she doing?” I asked, smiling.
“She’s doing alright...but...Steve did something.” my band mate mumbled nervously. I could clearly see the nervous expression he was wearing from miles away.
“Really? What did he do?” I asked, getting scared...for two reasons, one is that Steve did something...and the other...is-
“HIDE!!” Yoshiki shouted, as the scariest aura that could ever come up behind ANY sorry soul surrounded me.
“Um, gotta go now, before my band leader wipes me out.” I meeped, before hanging up the phone.
“hide, what the fuck were you doing on the phone when you’re supposed to be making sure your amps work correctly for the tour?” Yoshiki demanded, in a surprisingly calm tone of voice. Most people who don’t know him like I do, read this as the ‘Okay, I’ll let you live because I love you.’ tone but in reality it’s the ‘I’m about to cut you up with my piano strings.’ tone. Seriously, he’s the giant, fire breathing two headed monster, in perfect skin...don’t tell him I said that.
“Um...I heard the phone ringing so I answered it?” I tried, feeling as if my seat was getting far too large for me all of a sudden.
“Who was it for hide?”
“....Me?” I asked, shrinking even more....aaaaah...it sucks to not like lying sometimes.
“Yoshiki, this mic isn’t working right.” Toshi whined suddenly, turning the flames of hell from my direction to another.
“What? I KNOW our staff switched the mics! Why the fuck is that one still there?!” He growled, storming towards Toshi, making him shrink some. Yes, saved by the fucked up mics. I sighed heavily, before slipping out the room, and calling Paul again.
“Hello?” he asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Hey,” I greeted with relief.
“hide, Who was that yelling at you earlier?” He asked, sounding curious and slightly worried.
“Oh that was Yo-chan, he wants me to make sure all of my amps read all of my guitars okay, for the thirtieth time for our tour. Don’t pay the evil genious anymind, because I don’t.” I muttered, pouting. “Anyway, what did Steve do?”
“He...well...he um...”
“Yes?” I asked, starting to fidget.
“Um...uh...well...uh...” he fumbled, really getting on my nerves.
“Paul, if you don’t spill it, I’m going to dye your hair magenta!” I warned losing my patience.
“Okay, okay, sheesh...Steve was trying to get Amanda to dump you, and-”
“WHAT?!” I asked, a little too loudly...because I heard Yoshiki coming.
“She refused of course! She’s crazy about you man, but when she did, he started insulting you and stuff.”
“...Okay.” I said not even surprised by that. “Did he try to hurt her?”
“No, I think he was trying to scare her or snatch her up, but she was about to hurt him though, you know how pathetic of a fighter Steve is, if I didn’t drag that idiot wanker out, she would have knocked him out. I could see how much she was trying not to...after all, we were in a public place when it happened.” Paul explained with a heavy sigh.
“She’s a true lady.” I gushed, blushing. “I’m glad no one got hurt...I guess I’m going to have to kick him out of the band. I’ll break the news to him later. I was going to wait to come back....but...he...well I just can’t wait much longer.”
“I understand...do you want me to-?”
“No, I’ll do it. I’ll call him later.” I decided firmly, before hanging up.
“Band mate problems?” Yoshiki asked suddenly, making me turn around. He was standing right next to me...and I didn‘t even notice...Eery.
“Uh, yeah, Steve has a thing for Amanda, and since we met, and she picked me, he’s been a real bastard, he’ll make nasty comments, get drunk for no reason, and pick fights, then just today, he picked a fight with Amanda, because she told him there was no way she’d go with him and-” I stopped and stared at Yoshiki intently. I couldn’t tell if he cared or not...and I couldn’t tell if he was mad that I snuck away or not. “Yo-chan? Why the blank face?”
“Blank?” he asked, before grabbing mine. “YOURS seem more blank then mine.” I whined, when he started tugging my cheeks as hard as he could. ”Let me fix that problem for you.”
“Oww.”
“Why are you calling America when you should be doing your guitar maitnence?” my evi-loveble bandmate demanded, as his burni-glowing eyes put hol-shined in mine.
“I’m sorry!” I wailed, squirming.
“Yoshiki, your piano is out of tune!” Pata shouted suddenly, as his fingers ran across the keys...he was right...it was far out of tune.
“Get your ass to your guitars...NOW!” Yoshiki ordered, before storming off. I rubbed my cheeks and followed. He’s so annoying. I told him and told him my guitars were fine. I don’t want to do this over and over again. I sulked all the way to my guitars. I sat down, unhooked one from my amp and distortion pad, rehooked another, then started playing random tunes out of boredom...including a song that Yoshiki hated, forcing him to glare at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, as I continued to play it. “I think that one is FINE.” he hissed at me, giving me the evil eye.
I grinned mischiviously, unhooking the guitar, before attatching another. I then started playing a lullaby that annoys Yoshiki and Pata both. “HIDE!” they shouted at me, as soon as they realized what it was. I giggled, before I started playing something no one would care about. After unhooking another guitar, I started playing something for my next solo album, wondering if it sounded right...and this went on and on, all day. Why did I have to get so many guitars? Why does Yoshiki have to be so anal? *Snickers* I said anal.
- - -
After the long day of checking our instruments, and making sure it was perfect...for Yoshiki, we all went home....everyone had plans to go to bed, but Yoshiki and I. We all knew that Yoshiki was going to agnoize over something that had to do with the tour. I was going to call Amanda...I didn’t want to be late, and make her worry, so I rushed home.
She answered during the very first ring. “Hello?” She asked excitedly.
“Haha, you're so cute,” I giggled. “What, were you waiting by the phone?”
“Yes,” Amanda said, giggling, making me miss her even more. How can she laugh like this...when Steve did what he did?
“Crazy. How are you? Anything interesting happen since last time we talked?” I asked, wondering if she’d tell me...hoping that she’d tell me. I could hear her hesitating, deciding on whether or not she would tell me...and of course I get this...
“Nope, not really. Just missing you.” she said quietly. Ah, oh well, I guess she doesn‘t want to worry me.
“Yeah, I miss you too. A lot. You're on my mind almost all the time, actually. It's really distracting.” I admitted, as I smiled playfully. It was true, even though I didn‘t want to tell her that I knew what happened with Steve just yet.
“I mean, I really, really miss you. I don't think I'll survive much longer without you here.” Amanda said, making my heart skip a few beats.
“Really?” I asked, as I made my decision once and for all to solve this matter. “Well, since you're that upset about it, and I'm bothered by it as well, there's only one thing to do.”
“What?” Amanda asked, sounding curious.
“You're coming here. And I won't take ‘no’ for an answer. You've got two days to finish up any assignments and pack. I'm buying the plane ticket, I'll take care of everything you need over here. You need to be here, that's the only solution.”
“hide, I...” the love of my life tried.
“No excuses. You need to see me. I can't leave yet. And I need you here.” I said firmly, leaning back in my chair. Holy shit...what...what if she doesn’t come?
“You do?” Amanda asked, sounding as stunned as I kind of felt. I can‘t beleive I just ordered her to come here...
“Of course. You got a passport?” I asked, remaining calm on the outside, while freaking out on the inside. What the hell am I doing?! Have I really lost it?!
“Yes.”
“Good. Well, I have to go. Have a good night, and I'll see you in three days. Aishiteru.” I barely remembered to say.
“Goodbye, hide.” Amanda said quietly.
“Bye, Ama-chan.” I replied before hanging up...then squealing like a little kid. After I calmed down, I started breathing heavily. “I need a DRINK!”...and that’s when the doorbell rang. I answered my front door, not even surprised to see Yoshiki. “What is it?” I asked, pouting.
“What were you squealing about hi-chan?” my band leader asked.
“....Nothing.” I lied, shaking my head.
“Pff, whatever, anyway....there’s something wrong with the-”
“Yoshiki, the sound table is just fine, leave it alone. It’s probably screaming at the sight of YOU.” I dared to mock.
“You think you’re sooo funny.” Yoshiki grumped, walking inside. “It’s not doing what I want it to.”
“And that is?” I asked, keeping patient. Turns out, I’m the only member who can fully put up with his obssession with perfection without wanting to tear my hair out. Frankly I think it’s cute. Yoshiki then proceeds to go on and on about how he wants my guitar part to sound sharper then Pata’s on a certain song, but it’s not sounding sharp enough, and blah, blah, blah...sorry I spaced out on him. I was thinking about what I just did. Amanda is going to be here in three days...HERE. I haven’t seen her in a month, I’ve been faithful to her too...explaining why I’ve been horny as fuck. All I’ve been doing is working, thinking of Amanda, and breathing...if I remember to do that...oh and-
“You’re not listening to me are you hide?” Yoshiki asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. Instead of the evil glare he normally gives me, he gave me one of worry and rejection...as of I‘d ever reject him.
“...I was just thinking about how adorable you are.” I teased, grinning.
“Seriously, I need your opinion!” Yoshiki snapped, nearly stomping his foot like a child.
“Okay, okay, do you have a demo?” I asked, giving him a blank look. He gave me the tape and I put it in my stereo. As soon as I played it, I gave him a dull look. “Yo-chan, it sounds PERFECT. You can’t make my guitar any sharper then that or everyone’s ear drums will bleed, and what do you mean by your drums can’t be heard?! We can hear them just about as much as you can hear Heath’s bass at this part!” I protested, trying not to cry.
He does this all the time. He thinks nothing’s done right, but it always is...and it’s always done beyond perfectly. I don’t know how he manages it...and why he never believes in it. I’m surprised he gets anything done...seriously. Sometimes I wonder why we’re band mates. I feel like one of the laziest people on earth when I‘m working with him...and he says I make HIM feel that way. I don‘t know how, because he works hard enough for twenty people. I hope I never meet another workaholic like him in my life time, I really do.
“What are you talking about?! Are you deaf?!” Yoshiki demands, glaring at me. I gave him a dull look, watching him rant and rave even more.
“Yo-chan, it’s alright...play it for the others. If anyone makes ONE complaint then we can go over it again.” I said firmly.
“One person?”
“Yes, ONE person.” I sad, holding up a stiff finger.
- - -
The next morning, after getting the plane ticket and sending it off to Amanda, I found myself sitting in the studio with the other members of X. Don’t complain, don’t complain, don’t complain, don’t complain, don’t complain, don’t complain. I begged the others mentally, right before Yoshiki put in the demo tape. We all listened to it, and looked at each other, before looking at him.
“There’s NOTHING wrong with it.” Everyone grumped in unison.
YES! I thought, keeping from jerking my arm in victory.
“I’m going to see what’s wron-”
“Yoshiki.” I called, glaring at him. He looked at me childishly, pouting.
“But-” He tried.
“Yoshiki,” I called again, giving him a firmer look. He made a promise, and I love making him keep promises, because he reverts to a small child when that happens. He sighed heavily, before stomping out the room. I smiled, before looking at my watch....and my eyes went wide. “SHIT!” I wailed.
“What?” Toshi asked, tilting his head.
“I forgot!” I ran out the studio without another word.
I forgot to tell Amanda that I sent off her ticket...even though I know that she’s probably trying to sleep right now and might cuss me out. When I got home, I dailed her number...and to my horror...she didn’t answer. I got the answer machine. I left her a casual message then hung up, pouting heavily....before it dawned on me.
Oh shit, what if...what if I scared her away by demanding that she comes to see me? I nearly started panicking, when Yoshiki walked in my apartment. “hide!”
“What? Why do you always just walk in like that? Haven’t you heard of knocking?” I asked, glaring at him...I know I had no right to say that...when I told all of my bandmates that knocking wasn‘t even neccisary.
“hide, what’s wrong with you?” Yoshiki asked, tilting his head. “You’ve been acting weird since last night. What’s going on?”
“...Nothing.” I lied, my band leader kept staring at me, obviously not moved. “Nothing?” I tried again. He continued to give me that look...and it was starting to annoy me...enough to cave. “Amanda’s coming in three days.” I finally confessed...damn my honesty and how much I hate lying! It NEVER WORKS when I do.
“HUH?” Yoshiki asked, gawking at me. “Please tell me that I didn’t hear that right!”
“Amanda. Is. Coming. In. Three. Days.” I repeated slowly, giving him a dull look.
“Are you out of your mind?! You don’t have time to show her Japan and get in her pants you’ve got work to do!”
“....Didn’t you make a request to meet her though?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. Yoshiki looked as if he wanted to shoot me with a B.B gun until I had the resemblence of swiss cheese. “Well you did, and it’s not like if you came to L.A, you’d make time to visit her, so NOW you’re going to meet her. Stop looking at me that way!”
“hide, why did you invite her...give me the REAL reason please?!” Yoshiki commanded, looking like he was getting even more pissed off. Why is he such a grouch?
“I miss her.” I said bluntly.
“That’s it?” Yoshiki asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” I said, keeping a straight face.
“Send her a post card, call her on the phone, but don’t just INVITE HER!!”
“Why not?” I asked, feeling like a broken record. Everytime I do something that Yoshiki doesn‘t approve of, I‘m always finding myself asking him that question...I guess I‘m really that immature.
“hi-chan, did you really think things through? You’re about to go on tour, with an AMERICAN GIRL coming to VISIT. Where is she going to stay during all of this?”
“She’s coming with us.” I replied bluntly.
“What? Why would you do that?” Yoshiki asked, looking as if he’d have a coniption fit.
“Why can’t she? You brought a few people on tour with you...remember what happened back in ‘89 when you and that cute girl were all over your piano doing-”
“hide, shut up.” Yoshiki ordered blushing.
“Okay,” I mumbled, looking elsewhere. “She’s still coming...whether you like it or not...Capitan.”
“She’s going to distract you.” Yoshiki nagged. “You know in three days we’ll have to be working on the tour dates again and blah, blah blah.” Yes once again I spaced out on him, as I take out a cigarette and start puffing, glowering out the window. “HIDE!”
“What?” I asked, glaring at him.
“Stop, doing that!”
“Doing what? Smoking? Everyone in our band smokes, so what’s the big deal?” I asked, glaring at him.
“No, not that! Spacing out on me! I’m TRYING to tell you-”
“Yo-chan, no one likes a grumpy workaholic. At this rate you’d probably never get to date again.” I dared to mock. My band mate and best friend looked as if he’d punt me into space.
“Very funny hide.” he growled.
“Look, I don’t mean it in a bad way, I care deeply for you, but you’ve got to understand...there is more to life then working.” I lectured in all seriousness, resting a hand on his shoulder. “And since I haven’t done it in a month, and in a bit I won’t have time to do anything BUT work...in three days I’m going to play my ass off. You should too Yo-chan, I think Amanda’ll like you.”
“....hide-”
“Besides, I think EVERYONE should at least have ONE special person to SMASH a piano with, and lucky for me, I found her.” I giggled. Yoshiki blushed, as his eyes turned to slits.
“hide!” He whined, then he stormed out of my aparment, grumbling...I guess he knew the longer he stayed the more I was going to pick at him. I sighed deeply, before picking up the phone. Now, one more task to complete.
“Hello?” Steve asked angrily.
“Hi Steve.” I greeted polietly.
“The hell do you want?” he demanded.
“Oh, that’s a fine hello.” I grumbled, looking elsewhere. “Look, I wanted to talk to you, it’s important. I wanted to tell you in person, but something came up so I have to tell you NOW.”
“What? That you’re really a fag and hate your life?” Steve dared to ask. I could tell that bastard was still drunk and it irked me all the more.
“No, I called to tell you to piss off, and that you’re fired.” I snapped. “I hope you’re sober enough to remember, and I also hope you have a nice pleasent life, and join a band that will truly put up with your antics and your guitar skills improve!” Then I slammed my phone on the hook. Yes everything I said was in honesty. I did want him to piss off, because I hate him, but I didn’t want his life to be hell, and I didn’t want his music career to turn to shit, I wanted him to live a full and happy life, because even assholes deserve that. Now...to hope that Amanda got the ticket...and really is coming. Two more days of waiting...two more days of not sleeping either....If Yoshiki wasn’t such a perfectionist, I’d probably go to the studio with him to play around with our instruments.
Sorry I took so long.with this, many technical problems kicked in with this chapter.
Authors: gackt_otaku_grl and demon_rays
Rating: PG-13
Characters: hide, Paul, Yoshiki, Heath, Pata, and Toshi
Summary: hide insists that Amanda comes to him...after a month of missing her...now how will the other people in his world handle that?. Based off of gackt_otaku_grl 's Legacy Chapter 12
Warnings: Fluff, pervy humor, small house fires, drunken banters, childish inner tantrums
Disclaimer: Zilch belong to themselves belongs to themselves, and Amanda belongs to gackt_otaku_grl
It’s nearly been a month since I left, and I had long since told Paul to let me know how Amanda was doing every now and then...but he never did. I guess it’s because I called her everyday...and I do mean EVERY DAY...twice. Early in the morning for me and early in the morning for her. She enjoyed the conversations as much as I did, and ached for them when they were over. I always ended them with my confession, trying to see if she figured it out yet...and of course she didn’t. I always got a “Come on hide, don’t tease me...what does it mean already!” as a response.
“I’ll never tell.” I’d whisper, before hanging up.
As time went by I felt even more lonely without her...and even more worried. Was Steve behaving properly now that I was gone...or worse? Then I got an unexpected phone call. “Hello?” I asked in Japanese.
“Um...is hide there?” Paul asked nervously in English of course.
“Oh Hey man, did something happen?” I asked, switching languages, and wondering why he would call...making his bill spike like that.
“Me and Steve saw Amanda today.” Paul said quietly.
“Oh? How’s she doing?” I asked, smiling.
“She’s doing alright...but...Steve did something.” my band mate mumbled nervously. I could clearly see the nervous expression he was wearing from miles away.
“Really? What did he do?” I asked, getting scared...for two reasons, one is that Steve did something...and the other...is-
“HIDE!!” Yoshiki shouted, as the scariest aura that could ever come up behind ANY sorry soul surrounded me.
“Um, gotta go now, before my band leader wipes me out.” I meeped, before hanging up the phone.
“hide, what the fuck were you doing on the phone when you’re supposed to be making sure your amps work correctly for the tour?” Yoshiki demanded, in a surprisingly calm tone of voice. Most people who don’t know him like I do, read this as the ‘Okay, I’ll let you live because I love you.’ tone but in reality it’s the ‘I’m about to cut you up with my piano strings.’ tone. Seriously, he’s the giant, fire breathing two headed monster, in perfect skin...don’t tell him I said that.
“Um...I heard the phone ringing so I answered it?” I tried, feeling as if my seat was getting far too large for me all of a sudden.
“Who was it for hide?”
“....Me?” I asked, shrinking even more....aaaaah...it sucks to not like lying sometimes.
“Yoshiki, this mic isn’t working right.” Toshi whined suddenly, turning the flames of hell from my direction to another.
“What? I KNOW our staff switched the mics! Why the fuck is that one still there?!” He growled, storming towards Toshi, making him shrink some. Yes, saved by the fucked up mics. I sighed heavily, before slipping out the room, and calling Paul again.
“Hello?” he asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Hey,” I greeted with relief.
“hide, Who was that yelling at you earlier?” He asked, sounding curious and slightly worried.
“Oh that was Yo-chan, he wants me to make sure all of my amps read all of my guitars okay, for the thirtieth time for our tour. Don’t pay the evil genious anymind, because I don’t.” I muttered, pouting. “Anyway, what did Steve do?”
“He...well...he um...”
“Yes?” I asked, starting to fidget.
“Um...uh...well...uh...” he fumbled, really getting on my nerves.
“Paul, if you don’t spill it, I’m going to dye your hair magenta!” I warned losing my patience.
“Okay, okay, sheesh...Steve was trying to get Amanda to dump you, and-”
“WHAT?!” I asked, a little too loudly...because I heard Yoshiki coming.
“She refused of course! She’s crazy about you man, but when she did, he started insulting you and stuff.”
“...Okay.” I said not even surprised by that. “Did he try to hurt her?”
“No, I think he was trying to scare her or snatch her up, but she was about to hurt him though, you know how pathetic of a fighter Steve is, if I didn’t drag that idiot wanker out, she would have knocked him out. I could see how much she was trying not to...after all, we were in a public place when it happened.” Paul explained with a heavy sigh.
“She’s a true lady.” I gushed, blushing. “I’m glad no one got hurt...I guess I’m going to have to kick him out of the band. I’ll break the news to him later. I was going to wait to come back....but...he...well I just can’t wait much longer.”
“I understand...do you want me to-?”
“No, I’ll do it. I’ll call him later.” I decided firmly, before hanging up.
“Band mate problems?” Yoshiki asked suddenly, making me turn around. He was standing right next to me...and I didn‘t even notice...Eery.
“Uh, yeah, Steve has a thing for Amanda, and since we met, and she picked me, he’s been a real bastard, he’ll make nasty comments, get drunk for no reason, and pick fights, then just today, he picked a fight with Amanda, because she told him there was no way she’d go with him and-” I stopped and stared at Yoshiki intently. I couldn’t tell if he cared or not...and I couldn’t tell if he was mad that I snuck away or not. “Yo-chan? Why the blank face?”
“Blank?” he asked, before grabbing mine. “YOURS seem more blank then mine.” I whined, when he started tugging my cheeks as hard as he could. ”Let me fix that problem for you.”
“Oww.”
“Why are you calling America when you should be doing your guitar maitnence?” my evi-loveble bandmate demanded, as his burni-glowing eyes put hol-shined in mine.
“I’m sorry!” I wailed, squirming.
“Yoshiki, your piano is out of tune!” Pata shouted suddenly, as his fingers ran across the keys...he was right...it was far out of tune.
“Get your ass to your guitars...NOW!” Yoshiki ordered, before storming off. I rubbed my cheeks and followed. He’s so annoying. I told him and told him my guitars were fine. I don’t want to do this over and over again. I sulked all the way to my guitars. I sat down, unhooked one from my amp and distortion pad, rehooked another, then started playing random tunes out of boredom...including a song that Yoshiki hated, forcing him to glare at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, as I continued to play it. “I think that one is FINE.” he hissed at me, giving me the evil eye.
I grinned mischiviously, unhooking the guitar, before attatching another. I then started playing a lullaby that annoys Yoshiki and Pata both. “HIDE!” they shouted at me, as soon as they realized what it was. I giggled, before I started playing something no one would care about. After unhooking another guitar, I started playing something for my next solo album, wondering if it sounded right...and this went on and on, all day. Why did I have to get so many guitars? Why does Yoshiki have to be so anal? *Snickers* I said anal.
- - -
After the long day of checking our instruments, and making sure it was perfect...for Yoshiki, we all went home....everyone had plans to go to bed, but Yoshiki and I. We all knew that Yoshiki was going to agnoize over something that had to do with the tour. I was going to call Amanda...I didn’t want to be late, and make her worry, so I rushed home.
She answered during the very first ring. “Hello?” She asked excitedly.
“Haha, you're so cute,” I giggled. “What, were you waiting by the phone?”
“Yes,” Amanda said, giggling, making me miss her even more. How can she laugh like this...when Steve did what he did?
“Crazy. How are you? Anything interesting happen since last time we talked?” I asked, wondering if she’d tell me...hoping that she’d tell me. I could hear her hesitating, deciding on whether or not she would tell me...and of course I get this...
“Nope, not really. Just missing you.” she said quietly. Ah, oh well, I guess she doesn‘t want to worry me.
“Yeah, I miss you too. A lot. You're on my mind almost all the time, actually. It's really distracting.” I admitted, as I smiled playfully. It was true, even though I didn‘t want to tell her that I knew what happened with Steve just yet.
“I mean, I really, really miss you. I don't think I'll survive much longer without you here.” Amanda said, making my heart skip a few beats.
“Really?” I asked, as I made my decision once and for all to solve this matter. “Well, since you're that upset about it, and I'm bothered by it as well, there's only one thing to do.”
“What?” Amanda asked, sounding curious.
“You're coming here. And I won't take ‘no’ for an answer. You've got two days to finish up any assignments and pack. I'm buying the plane ticket, I'll take care of everything you need over here. You need to be here, that's the only solution.”
“hide, I...” the love of my life tried.
“No excuses. You need to see me. I can't leave yet. And I need you here.” I said firmly, leaning back in my chair. Holy shit...what...what if she doesn’t come?
“You do?” Amanda asked, sounding as stunned as I kind of felt. I can‘t beleive I just ordered her to come here...
“Of course. You got a passport?” I asked, remaining calm on the outside, while freaking out on the inside. What the hell am I doing?! Have I really lost it?!
“Yes.”
“Good. Well, I have to go. Have a good night, and I'll see you in three days. Aishiteru.” I barely remembered to say.
“Goodbye, hide.” Amanda said quietly.
“Bye, Ama-chan.” I replied before hanging up...then squealing like a little kid. After I calmed down, I started breathing heavily. “I need a DRINK!”...and that’s when the doorbell rang. I answered my front door, not even surprised to see Yoshiki. “What is it?” I asked, pouting.
“What were you squealing about hi-chan?” my band leader asked.
“....Nothing.” I lied, shaking my head.
“Pff, whatever, anyway....there’s something wrong with the-”
“Yoshiki, the sound table is just fine, leave it alone. It’s probably screaming at the sight of YOU.” I dared to mock.
“You think you’re sooo funny.” Yoshiki grumped, walking inside. “It’s not doing what I want it to.”
“And that is?” I asked, keeping patient. Turns out, I’m the only member who can fully put up with his obssession with perfection without wanting to tear my hair out. Frankly I think it’s cute. Yoshiki then proceeds to go on and on about how he wants my guitar part to sound sharper then Pata’s on a certain song, but it’s not sounding sharp enough, and blah, blah, blah...sorry I spaced out on him. I was thinking about what I just did. Amanda is going to be here in three days...HERE. I haven’t seen her in a month, I’ve been faithful to her too...explaining why I’ve been horny as fuck. All I’ve been doing is working, thinking of Amanda, and breathing...if I remember to do that...oh and-
“You’re not listening to me are you hide?” Yoshiki asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. Instead of the evil glare he normally gives me, he gave me one of worry and rejection...as of I‘d ever reject him.
“...I was just thinking about how adorable you are.” I teased, grinning.
“Seriously, I need your opinion!” Yoshiki snapped, nearly stomping his foot like a child.
“Okay, okay, do you have a demo?” I asked, giving him a blank look. He gave me the tape and I put it in my stereo. As soon as I played it, I gave him a dull look. “Yo-chan, it sounds PERFECT. You can’t make my guitar any sharper then that or everyone’s ear drums will bleed, and what do you mean by your drums can’t be heard?! We can hear them just about as much as you can hear Heath’s bass at this part!” I protested, trying not to cry.
He does this all the time. He thinks nothing’s done right, but it always is...and it’s always done beyond perfectly. I don’t know how he manages it...and why he never believes in it. I’m surprised he gets anything done...seriously. Sometimes I wonder why we’re band mates. I feel like one of the laziest people on earth when I‘m working with him...and he says I make HIM feel that way. I don‘t know how, because he works hard enough for twenty people. I hope I never meet another workaholic like him in my life time, I really do.
“What are you talking about?! Are you deaf?!” Yoshiki demands, glaring at me. I gave him a dull look, watching him rant and rave even more.
“Yo-chan, it’s alright...play it for the others. If anyone makes ONE complaint then we can go over it again.” I said firmly.
“One person?”
“Yes, ONE person.” I sad, holding up a stiff finger.
- - -
The next morning, after getting the plane ticket and sending it off to Amanda, I found myself sitting in the studio with the other members of X. Don’t complain, don’t complain, don’t complain, don’t complain, don’t complain, don’t complain. I begged the others mentally, right before Yoshiki put in the demo tape. We all listened to it, and looked at each other, before looking at him.
“There’s NOTHING wrong with it.” Everyone grumped in unison.
YES! I thought, keeping from jerking my arm in victory.
“I’m going to see what’s wron-”
“Yoshiki.” I called, glaring at him. He looked at me childishly, pouting.
“But-” He tried.
“Yoshiki,” I called again, giving him a firmer look. He made a promise, and I love making him keep promises, because he reverts to a small child when that happens. He sighed heavily, before stomping out the room. I smiled, before looking at my watch....and my eyes went wide. “SHIT!” I wailed.
“What?” Toshi asked, tilting his head.
“I forgot!” I ran out the studio without another word.
I forgot to tell Amanda that I sent off her ticket...even though I know that she’s probably trying to sleep right now and might cuss me out. When I got home, I dailed her number...and to my horror...she didn’t answer. I got the answer machine. I left her a casual message then hung up, pouting heavily....before it dawned on me.
Oh shit, what if...what if I scared her away by demanding that she comes to see me? I nearly started panicking, when Yoshiki walked in my apartment. “hide!”
“What? Why do you always just walk in like that? Haven’t you heard of knocking?” I asked, glaring at him...I know I had no right to say that...when I told all of my bandmates that knocking wasn‘t even neccisary.
“hide, what’s wrong with you?” Yoshiki asked, tilting his head. “You’ve been acting weird since last night. What’s going on?”
“...Nothing.” I lied, my band leader kept staring at me, obviously not moved. “Nothing?” I tried again. He continued to give me that look...and it was starting to annoy me...enough to cave. “Amanda’s coming in three days.” I finally confessed...damn my honesty and how much I hate lying! It NEVER WORKS when I do.
“HUH?” Yoshiki asked, gawking at me. “Please tell me that I didn’t hear that right!”
“Amanda. Is. Coming. In. Three. Days.” I repeated slowly, giving him a dull look.
“Are you out of your mind?! You don’t have time to show her Japan and get in her pants you’ve got work to do!”
“....Didn’t you make a request to meet her though?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. Yoshiki looked as if he wanted to shoot me with a B.B gun until I had the resemblence of swiss cheese. “Well you did, and it’s not like if you came to L.A, you’d make time to visit her, so NOW you’re going to meet her. Stop looking at me that way!”
“hide, why did you invite her...give me the REAL reason please?!” Yoshiki commanded, looking like he was getting even more pissed off. Why is he such a grouch?
“I miss her.” I said bluntly.
“That’s it?” Yoshiki asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” I said, keeping a straight face.
“Send her a post card, call her on the phone, but don’t just INVITE HER!!”
“Why not?” I asked, feeling like a broken record. Everytime I do something that Yoshiki doesn‘t approve of, I‘m always finding myself asking him that question...I guess I‘m really that immature.
“hi-chan, did you really think things through? You’re about to go on tour, with an AMERICAN GIRL coming to VISIT. Where is she going to stay during all of this?”
“She’s coming with us.” I replied bluntly.
“What? Why would you do that?” Yoshiki asked, looking as if he’d have a coniption fit.
“Why can’t she? You brought a few people on tour with you...remember what happened back in ‘89 when you and that cute girl were all over your piano doing-”
“hide, shut up.” Yoshiki ordered blushing.
“Okay,” I mumbled, looking elsewhere. “She’s still coming...whether you like it or not...Capitan.”
“She’s going to distract you.” Yoshiki nagged. “You know in three days we’ll have to be working on the tour dates again and blah, blah blah.” Yes once again I spaced out on him, as I take out a cigarette and start puffing, glowering out the window. “HIDE!”
“What?” I asked, glaring at him.
“Stop, doing that!”
“Doing what? Smoking? Everyone in our band smokes, so what’s the big deal?” I asked, glaring at him.
“No, not that! Spacing out on me! I’m TRYING to tell you-”
“Yo-chan, no one likes a grumpy workaholic. At this rate you’d probably never get to date again.” I dared to mock. My band mate and best friend looked as if he’d punt me into space.
“Very funny hide.” he growled.
“Look, I don’t mean it in a bad way, I care deeply for you, but you’ve got to understand...there is more to life then working.” I lectured in all seriousness, resting a hand on his shoulder. “And since I haven’t done it in a month, and in a bit I won’t have time to do anything BUT work...in three days I’m going to play my ass off. You should too Yo-chan, I think Amanda’ll like you.”
“....hide-”
“Besides, I think EVERYONE should at least have ONE special person to SMASH a piano with, and lucky for me, I found her.” I giggled. Yoshiki blushed, as his eyes turned to slits.
“hide!” He whined, then he stormed out of my aparment, grumbling...I guess he knew the longer he stayed the more I was going to pick at him. I sighed deeply, before picking up the phone. Now, one more task to complete.
“Hello?” Steve asked angrily.
“Hi Steve.” I greeted polietly.
“The hell do you want?” he demanded.
“Oh, that’s a fine hello.” I grumbled, looking elsewhere. “Look, I wanted to talk to you, it’s important. I wanted to tell you in person, but something came up so I have to tell you NOW.”
“What? That you’re really a fag and hate your life?” Steve dared to ask. I could tell that bastard was still drunk and it irked me all the more.
“No, I called to tell you to piss off, and that you’re fired.” I snapped. “I hope you’re sober enough to remember, and I also hope you have a nice pleasent life, and join a band that will truly put up with your antics and your guitar skills improve!” Then I slammed my phone on the hook. Yes everything I said was in honesty. I did want him to piss off, because I hate him, but I didn’t want his life to be hell, and I didn’t want his music career to turn to shit, I wanted him to live a full and happy life, because even assholes deserve that. Now...to hope that Amanda got the ticket...and really is coming. Two more days of waiting...two more days of not sleeping either....If Yoshiki wasn’t such a perfectionist, I’d probably go to the studio with him to play around with our instruments.
Sorry I took so long.with this, many technical problems kicked in with this chapter.