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Title : "Ummm...No."
Author : to-shiki
Genre : comedy, i hope
Series: Mirror Mirror Verse
Pairings : hide/Yoshiki/Sugizo/Gackt/Kami/Miyavi
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: none
Summary : studio hijinks of the guitarist variety
Disclaimer : If they were mine, then these fanfics would become a reality ^_~
Author's Notes: this came about awhile ago but took forever to type up. basically after watching X Japan at Lollapalooza 2010 my roommate came up with the idea and the fic formed around it.
Yoshiki walked down the hallway, hands full of contracts and what not he’d had the newest addition to his studio sign. The cell phone in his back pocket once again vibrated and rang out annoyingly loud the annoying American pop song Kami had set it to. The pianist shook his head. That man had everyone fooled. He was just as bad as hide and Miyavi.
The phone stopped just as he reached an open door leading to one of the many recording areas. Familiar voices within animatedly conversing made him grin as he approached the door. The greeting he’d prepared died on his lips as he observed the three men.
Sugizo, Miyavi, and hide were all sitting on stools in a semi-circle with their beloved guitars resting on their laps. Yoshiki couldn’t make out what they were saying but the way they were moving their hands would have been deemed obscene if done at Luna’s school. They certainly didn’t do anything for the pants he was wearing. Why’d he pick tight jeans today is something he’ll wonder for the rest of his life.
Conversation died quickly when they realized he was in the doorway. They all instantly froze, Miyavi and Sugizo with matching hand gestures while hide had his halfway through forming another. All three men stared first at the obviously aroused drummer before following his line of sight to their hands.
Hide was the first in figuring out what was going on in his lover’s mind by sheer knowledge of the man himself. A huge lecherous grin spread quickly from him to the other two when he wiggled his eyebrows at them. He motioned with his head to Yoshiki and they nodded.
“Hey, little boy,” hide called.
“You wanna come sit on daddy’s lap?” Sugizo finished. He patted his thigh in invitation.
An award of the highest honor should have been given to the drummer when he didn’t immediately go to the three sexy men. He took one step closer to them before stopping. When their grins fell he pulled three steps away and shook his head.
“Ummm. No.” He casually turned to walk away. In his mind he counted, “One…Two…Thr-“
“What the hell, Yo-chan?!”
With that as his only warning he sprinted down the hallway. As well as he could with a hard on. Three sets of heavy footsteps followed.
He led them on a merry chase throughout the studio. It was testament to how often this happens when several of his employees merely moved out of their way without even twitching an eye to watch four grown men chase each other around like five year olds.
The newer employees were quickly pulled out of the way before they could even process the danger they would have been in. They had no qualms staring wide-eyed at their usually cranky, perfectionist boss was being playful just baffled them.
Their chase lead them past several rooms, including the one where Gackt and Kami were busy recording lyrics and drums to be sent to Mana for his newest CD. It lasted for all of five minutes before they finally decided to split up. Miyavi put on a burst of speed and managed to tackle Yoshiki. They both wound up on the floor half out of Yoshiki’s office. His forgotten paperwork fluttered down around them. The two older guitarists caught up and grabbed his arms and legs to carry him into his office. The door slammed shut behind them. With a click the lock was turned and the outside world ignored.
His secretary merely rolled her eyes as she walked over to pick up what papers she could. All was placed on her desk before she grabbed a sign out of the top right hand drawer of her desk. Walking back to the office door she hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign she had taken from her last hotel stay. It was printed in ten different languages so most people here should be able to figure out what’s going on if they somehow get past her.
Not as if it wouldn’t be obvious with all the moaning and thumping leaking through the walls. Somehow all the memos he sends her to get the office soundproofed keep disappearing from her inbox. She settled down at her desk smiling. How unfortunate.
Author : to-shiki
Genre : comedy, i hope
Series: Mirror Mirror Verse
Pairings : hide/Yoshiki/Sugizo/Gackt/Kami/Miyavi
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: none
Summary : studio hijinks of the guitarist variety
Disclaimer : If they were mine, then these fanfics would become a reality ^_~
Author's Notes: this came about awhile ago but took forever to type up. basically after watching X Japan at Lollapalooza 2010 my roommate came up with the idea and the fic formed around it.
Yoshiki walked down the hallway, hands full of contracts and what not he’d had the newest addition to his studio sign. The cell phone in his back pocket once again vibrated and rang out annoyingly loud the annoying American pop song Kami had set it to. The pianist shook his head. That man had everyone fooled. He was just as bad as hide and Miyavi.
The phone stopped just as he reached an open door leading to one of the many recording areas. Familiar voices within animatedly conversing made him grin as he approached the door. The greeting he’d prepared died on his lips as he observed the three men.
Sugizo, Miyavi, and hide were all sitting on stools in a semi-circle with their beloved guitars resting on their laps. Yoshiki couldn’t make out what they were saying but the way they were moving their hands would have been deemed obscene if done at Luna’s school. They certainly didn’t do anything for the pants he was wearing. Why’d he pick tight jeans today is something he’ll wonder for the rest of his life.
Conversation died quickly when they realized he was in the doorway. They all instantly froze, Miyavi and Sugizo with matching hand gestures while hide had his halfway through forming another. All three men stared first at the obviously aroused drummer before following his line of sight to their hands.
Hide was the first in figuring out what was going on in his lover’s mind by sheer knowledge of the man himself. A huge lecherous grin spread quickly from him to the other two when he wiggled his eyebrows at them. He motioned with his head to Yoshiki and they nodded.
“Hey, little boy,” hide called.
“You wanna come sit on daddy’s lap?” Sugizo finished. He patted his thigh in invitation.
An award of the highest honor should have been given to the drummer when he didn’t immediately go to the three sexy men. He took one step closer to them before stopping. When their grins fell he pulled three steps away and shook his head.
“Ummm. No.” He casually turned to walk away. In his mind he counted, “One…Two…Thr-“
“What the hell, Yo-chan?!”
With that as his only warning he sprinted down the hallway. As well as he could with a hard on. Three sets of heavy footsteps followed.
He led them on a merry chase throughout the studio. It was testament to how often this happens when several of his employees merely moved out of their way without even twitching an eye to watch four grown men chase each other around like five year olds.
The newer employees were quickly pulled out of the way before they could even process the danger they would have been in. They had no qualms staring wide-eyed at their usually cranky, perfectionist boss was being playful just baffled them.
Their chase lead them past several rooms, including the one where Gackt and Kami were busy recording lyrics and drums to be sent to Mana for his newest CD. It lasted for all of five minutes before they finally decided to split up. Miyavi put on a burst of speed and managed to tackle Yoshiki. They both wound up on the floor half out of Yoshiki’s office. His forgotten paperwork fluttered down around them. The two older guitarists caught up and grabbed his arms and legs to carry him into his office. The door slammed shut behind them. With a click the lock was turned and the outside world ignored.
His secretary merely rolled her eyes as she walked over to pick up what papers she could. All was placed on her desk before she grabbed a sign out of the top right hand drawer of her desk. Walking back to the office door she hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign she had taken from her last hotel stay. It was printed in ten different languages so most people here should be able to figure out what’s going on if they somehow get past her.
Not as if it wouldn’t be obvious with all the moaning and thumping leaking through the walls. Somehow all the memos he sends her to get the office soundproofed keep disappearing from her inbox. She settled down at her desk smiling. How unfortunate.