Part 1

It was Sunday and I was at the laundra-mat kinda early so I didn't think that there'd be anyone interesting to watch to pass the time away. I think it was 6:30 or something and already dark out. I had grabbed a bite to eat from Mikawaya bakery on 4th street. I couldn't help it their cheese cake and pan was just too good. Afterwards I stopped by the newsstand for a magazine before going to the laundra-mat so I'd have something to do. It was the latest issue of Foolsmate, we were on the cover.

Anyway, I was right. The only other person there was this old man drying his dollar bills on the counter. He probably washed them in his pants and then realized that he didn't quite have enough money for the dryer. It was okay, I had my magazine to look at anyway. I had to check out who the competition was.

I had just started drying my clothes, sitting on the counter reading when this black Explorer pulls up. Out of the truck emerges a pair of long legs clad in tight black leather. It got better, attached to those long legs was the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. He was wearing a tight white button up shirt that was partially open revealing smooth white skin that must be delicately soft to the touch with a silver cross necklace. He had short brown hair, obviously dyed from its natural black color, and shockingly blue eyes that pierced right to my soul. I shuddered. Well he's not here for laundry. I watched as he went next door to the 7-eleven. Disappointed, I

keet reading.

And then.

I look up and stare as he goes back to his truck opens the passenger's side leaning in. I grin checking out the curve of his tight butt restrained by the black leather. He pulls out a laundry basket full of his clothes. So I keep reading cause I don't want to be obvious staring at him. I steal some glances at him. God he's beautiful. I hope I'm not drooling.

My clothes dry and a couple walks in. A white guy with a very cute/sexy/ tall asian chick. So I stare at her as I fold clothes trying to look cute, putting on a smile as I do it and blowing a few strays of blond hair that were getting in the way. What are you doing? You already look 16 as is. The guy is obviously way over 21 and probably not looking for a 24 year old that looks 16 to molest. Oh yeah, and you aren't exactly a girl and not everyone is as open to yaoi as you are. Baka!

I'm almost done folding clothes. I hope he stays inside so that he doesn't see me getting into my bird shit plastered car. I parked under the wrong tree yesterday and haven't had time to get the car washed. Baka, you should have gotten up earlier today and swung by the car wash.

Aw, but it's so hard to leave a warm bed.

I'm getting ready to close my bag and I glance over to him one more time. He's staring right at me, smiling. Without thinking I smile back. Wow what a beautiful smile. Are my knees shaking? I put my stuff in the trunk of my car trying not to look at him again hoping that I don't trip or drop my bag. I've become too embaressed, having been caught looking at him. I get in the car start the engine and he's still watching me with those unnaturally blue eyes that seem to be able to see deep into me. It's too much I feel like I'm melting in his stare. He must be really bored and is trying to make some poor high school kid feel nervous for looking at him. He must know how gorgeous he is. Maybe he's just playing with me.

I'm about to pull out of my parking spot because I'm so ashamed of my "shitty" car but I stop when I look back cause I can't see. The dew on the the rear window was too thick, so I try the windshield wiper. Nothing. Shit! I turn on the de-froster, glancing back to him and...

Ano, what the hell? He's coming outside. Oh, my god my heart (doki doki). He can't be coming out here to talk to me, although he did lean over the counter closer to me as though he was going to say something as I walked out of the laundra-mat. It was then that I thought there was something familar about him.

He lights a cig.

Another one? Didn't I just watch him smoke one not just 10 minutes ago. God I need one too.

I tap one out of the box, light up taking a long drag and turned on the CD player waiting for the window to defrost trying real hard not to look at him again.

It doesn't work and when I look, he's walking straight towards my car. Walks in between my passenger side and the car next to me. What if he taps my window for me to let him in? What will I do.

I giggled.

He just walks past my door and back towards his truck again.

I sigh. You didn't really think he was going to talk to you did you? I pull out with my window rolled down, music blaring, and drive right past him feeling a bit disappointed. He's watching me.

Right now I'm feeling so stupid. I didn't get out of the car and try to talk to him. Why didn't I?

I had tried to think of something to say but the best I could think of was "Hey, so you bored or what?" and "Hey, you look sort of familar, come here often?" Baka. What a bunch of cheesy lines.

I pulled out of the parking lot into the left turn lane a little too fast, thinking about all this, and I almost lose control. The light changes, I daren't look back at him. Those beautiful eyes. Instead I drive erratically yelling to myself 'What's wrong with you?' Why didn't you say anything? Why was I so worried about the condition of my car and what I myself look like. I flipped down the mirror and look at myself. My hair isn't combed and I'm wearing just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. But I put on a bit of liner and a touch of gloss before I left the apartment. See not that bad.

I go to the nearest gas station, not for gas cause I've got a full tank but to clean off the bird crap on my windows, all the while telling myself that I have to go back but then reasoning that I can't because I'm a mess right now and I really don't need a relationship cause I'm only going to be in LA for a few more days. But unable to get the blue-eyed man out of my mind.

What do I end up doing? Who wins out?

-end 1-

I find myself pulling back into the 7-eleven parking lot not having decided yet. I fish out 35cents and call my roommate. I know that he's not in the mood to talk to me. We had a fight before I left for lunch this morning. He was waiting for some girl he met in a bar the other night to call him. She did. So I forgot to tell him about it when he got home last night.

Maybe I had been rude to her, but she called while I was playing my video game and I was finally at the last level. I almost won too.

I hold my breath.

Ring. Ring.

'Come on Toshiya! Pick up the phone!'

Ring.

'Moshi, moshi'

'Toshiya?' Kyo meeped timidly.

'What do you want? I'm still mad at you,' Toshiya harped over the phone.

'Oh forget about that already. I'm sorry okay. I really need someone to talk to. Please just help me out,' sounding a bit desperate.

'Oh, what is it? Are you in trouble again Kyo?' concern turns to exasperation.

'No. Why would you say that? No really. I was out doing my laundry, nothing was going on, and I was reading my magazine and...You know, you should really rethink that outfit of yours. It makes you look like you have boobs, and there was this old man and some dollar bills and...'

'Kyo, is there a point to this?' sounding irritated.

'I'm getting to it. Anyway, there was this gorgeous man with piercing blue eyes. And I was checking him out but then I thought he was checking me out too,' breathlessly.

'So what's the problem Kyo? Did you get a phone number?'

Sobs, 'No, I got scared and self conscious and I drove away.'

'So what are you doing now?'

'I'm on a payphone outside of the laundra-mat,' kyo says trying not to cry.

'So go back in there and talk to him.'

'I can't.'

'Why can't you?'

I could imagine Totchi sitting next to the phone looking exasperated, rolling his eyes, sighing, and pulling at his blue hair.

'Because I look like a little boy and I didn't take a shower today. And he must think I'm stupid. He's so gorgeous and we're leaving soon,' pouting over the phone.

'So what. What difference does it make. Don't think of it as trying to start a relationship just think of it as gaining a friend and having a little fun. You want me to go over there and introduce you as my baby brother?'

Kyo thought about it for a minute.

'No,'shaking his head into the phone.

'Well then smoke a cigarette and get your kawaii little ass in there!'

'Don't call me that,' spoken with venom and a frown on his face.

'Ja ne.'

After talking for about 5 minutes with Totchi I feel a little calmer. I took his advice about the cigarette and came to a new resolve to talk to the Adonis or end up wondering what happened to the old me that used to have balls.

I walk into the laundra-mat not quite ready yet, go straight up to the brown-hairded man.

'A-ano, sumimasen...'

He looks up from his papers at me and smiles. God what a beautiful smile and perfect teeth. I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy.

'Sorry about earlier, I was planning on and I should have said something to you.' the Adonis spoke hanging his head down a bit.

I introduce myself. 'Hi, I'm Kyo,' batting my eyes trying to match his smile.

He says his name is, 'Gackt'. No way! I've heard of him. I've heard about him.

This makes my grin even bigger. Lucky!

No wonder he seem familiar.

I hold out my hand, he takes it but it's frozen. His skin is so soft and he's wearing and onyx bead bracelet.

I try to excuse my hand, 'Sorry it's cold outside I don't have gloves' but he shakes his head.

I notice that his hair is kinda fried from over bleaching which is a bit of relief. Thank god he's not perfect. He smells faintly of vanilla but mostly cigarette smoke. I breathed it in. It smelled heavenly to me. He flashed me that million dollar smile, that he must have rationed. Each one seem so wonderous and special, and asked, 'Can I have your number?'

I check my pockets. They are empty. My smile fades I bite my lip, ' Uh, I don't have any paper.'

Quickly Gackt says, 'I do.' he goes out to his Explorer to fetch it.

He hands me a pen and our hands brush ever so lightly, but enough to spend electricity running through my body. I try to write my name but my hand can barely hold on to the pen.

He seems embarrassed and says, ' Sorry about how dirty the truck is' with another of his smiles, as I lean on the hood. I manage to write down my name and number without too much thought. That's funny I can never remember the number. Even when I dialed Toshiya I had to call a couple of times before I got it right.

'Do you live nearby,' he asks.

'Sort of, actually I'm staying in an apartment with a bandmate for little bit while we are recording,' trying to blow my hair out of my face. I explain the general area of where I'm staying. I want to kick myself cause it must have made me seem young to mention a roommate. But so did writing my full name on that yellow business card he gave me to write my number on. I must have seemed too eager.

He was tall, I had to look up to see his face. Of course I am a tad on the short side.

He asked me, 'So what band? What instrument do you play?'

I'd love to play you. Wicked thoughts. Stop, must answer question outloud so not to seem like idiot.

'Dir en grey, have you heard of it? I'm the lead singer,' I stated proudly.

'No, actually I'm too busy to listen to much music these days.'

I'm crushed by his words. But I try to keep things going,'Yeah must be hard switching from a band to going solo.'

He raises his eyebrow, 'You know who I am?'

I nod and bat my eyes with a grin, happy to have sparked an interest in him.

He nods, runs a hand through his dyed hair and says 'Sou ka....'

'So you're not busy tonight then,' fiddling with my number.

I nod and smile sheepishly. His eyes were driving me insane. I wanted to pounce on him right then. Throw him on top of the counter and rip his neatly starched white shirt off and take him right there in front of everyone. To kiss those full red lips, lick down his soft neck, rubbing his.... Down boy, down.

He says, ' I'll give you a call then.'

I mumble a goodbye and turn towards my car because my cheeks are flushed from all those hentai thoughts running through my head.

'Matte, I'll walk you to your car,' he calls out before I can get away.

Damn, so close.

We walk over to my car and I hope that he can't tell that I just washed my windows or at least doesn't notice.

Again he says, 'Gomen, I should have tried to talk to you before. I watched you in your car and I thought that maybe something was wrong with it.'

Itai, now my car is not only dirty but it's a pile of junk.

I mummbled to him, 'I was just waiting for my back window to defrost, I couldn't see through it.'

'Yeah?'

Then he says, 'I thought you looked familar.' Leaning a bit closer to get a better look and making me feel uncomfortable in the proscess.

I try unsuccessfully to blow hair out of my face and frown.

'Really, have you been to any of our lives?' doubtful but still hoping.

he reaches out to help me with my hair brushing my cheek with his finger, 'I must have seen you somewhere before.'

My hearts stops.

I opened the car door and he motions for a hug and I oblige. Can't pass up a chance for a feel. His warmth invades my body and he pulls me a little closer than I expected. My body feels ignited and my head a little light but I manage to get in and start the car.

He is standing behind my car. Shit! I hope he moves. I don't want to hit him accidentally. I'm just too excited and nervous.