• ONCE I was gone, they all probably would have realized.

    I slowly opened the window, my long black hair flowing behind me. Yoshiki, Sugizo, Gackt and I had all fallen asleep while writing some ideas down for S.K.I.N, staying in Gackt's place. Yoshiki, X JAPAN's drummer, was the feisty one who I had to quietly step over to get my bag in the room. He, being what seemed bipolar, would have woken up in my thoughts. Lucky for me he didn't. Sugizo, Luna Sea's guitarist, was content. I heard him shuffle a little in his sleep as I opened the door. creak, creak, the hinges squeaked. Gackt twisted a little. He was a singer of a solo project of his, always drunk. he was the craziest, despite me, of us all. And we always cheered together 'and we form the ultra-super-band SKIN!'. I, on the other hand, am the craziest and wierdest. Explaining that would be difficult. You'll find out more about it as you continue reading.
    I slowly jumped out, not using the door because Gacky planted a bell right above the front door. If I opened it, the bell would sound. And Yoshiki would then, being the light sleeper he is, wake and attack me. As I slowly looked back, I pulled on the coat, covering myself with the hood of it. I kept my head down, wearing new clothes and peircings so by all means no one would reckonize me.
    I slipped into town, making my voice lower and stranger than usual as I ordered a coffee. A woman stood beside me as I took it.
    "You look familiar," She pointed to me.
    I glanced at her, narrowing my eyes once before paying and making my way away to anywhere else. I knew I couldn't go home, I just needed some time off. I got a new haircut prior to today, and so no one (or not many people) had seen it. To my knowledge, I was safe. I made it look casual with the guys, but no one knew I had done that to sneak out of being seen. I had a lip and nose stud instead of ring, simple earrings and an eyebrow bar, a small one. Often I would look down to see if I was giving any evidence that I was him- Miyavi.

    I flipped my hair back, feeling safe to take my hood down. I wore slight makeup, my complection weak. No one would want to reckonize me now, I laughed to myself. As I worked my way around town, I saw the poster for the upcoming X JAPAN concert. I thought of Yoshiki, waking in the morining to everyone but me.
    I shook my head. "No, no," I muttered to myself. "He probably forgot I was there."
    I prayed I was right, continuing down the sidewalk. It felt so good to be free, no one yelling at you, or attacking you, not having to be with anyone like my bodyguards. This is the life of a free bird. The life I have always wanted to live. I had a sick thought then, I imagined melody., sitting alone at home, waiting for me to come home. I never wanted to, and didn't want to, abandon her, but I felt as if it was best. Another thought kicked me in the gut: the baby is due in a few months.
    I looked up, ignoring the thought. The dull sky moved along with the clouds as my heart did, beating furiously with two thoughts: What would Yoshiki do if he noticed, and would melody., be scared? Of course she would, I thought. But would she-
    "Sir?" I heard, a lowly tone murmuring a sweet song as I saw the head of a blonde man wearing a plaid jacket.
    "Can I help you?" I forgot to cover up my voice, oops. I cleared my throat.
    The man-boy, umm, perosn- looked up at me. His brown eyes ringed familiarly. They looked like Miku, the singer of the J-rock band An Cafe. I was ready to ask him if that's who he was, but I shook my head and looked at him.
    "I am good friends with someone --She is a relitave of Gackt Camui the singer. I know it sounds like a lie, but she told me not too long ago they all woke up and couldn't find Miyavi. You just look like a Miyavi fan, by the fact you resemble him lightly." So I was doing a good duisgise job! "Might you have any knowledge of where he is?"
    "No, sir," I sighed, trying to cover my voice with a stutter. "I'm not a big Miyavi fan."
    He rolled his eyes. I was then beginning to question his gender to myself. "Well, okay. I am sorry to bug you; just thought you would have known." He walked slightly past me. "It's sick; he left his wife and bandmates stranded in confusion. Watch, in weeks, the media will be devouring this like a bear that is eating fish for the first time in a long time." He strutted away finally. I looked where he stood, standing in the push and shove of the city. people shoved me aside, and finally, I continued a weak stomp ahead of myself.

    I stopped at a park later that day, wondering how long it would take for the media to get to this like the boy had said. With me, I remembered to bring a blank journal to copy down the notes of this life, without the fans and bodyguards. I pulled it out and wrote in it slowly with a pen that was in my pocket.
    As I wrote slowly, watching the pen move across the page, I heard someone sit by me on the bench.
    "Don't go on that, Keiko!" The woman called. She took the apperance of a young mother, seeming to yell at a little girl that seemed five or six. Maybe even younger. The woman had black hair in a messy ponytail and she had only eyeliner on her face that seemed perfect and flawless. She wore a white t-shirt and jeans, and she looked worn out and at the same time beautiful.
    At last, I couldn't resist. "Is... She yours?" I looked at the little girl, using my natural tone.
    "Oh, yes. She is only five," I was right. "but she is a very hyper girl. I'm always afraid she'll end up in a mess. But more than that, i'm worried at how she grows up."
    "If you don't mind me asking, why are you worried of that?" I glanced at the girl upon moving my eyes to the woman.
    "Oh, when she was one, my husband was so tired of having to handle her. He left one day while I was gone, and left me a note. I haven't seen im since, but it's just wrong. He was the father, anyway. If I ever find him..." She appered to grow mad.
    I nodded. It was just a coincidence, that's it. Just a coincidence that I meet a woman who is probably going through something similar as melody. I nerviously shuddered, looking at the girl.
    "Something else I am worried about," The woman continuted. "Is all this music I hear when I have her. Alice Nine, Dir En Grey, Miyavi and especally bands like The GazettE are probably horrible influences on my little Keiko."
    "Yeah, but it's just music." I replied. "It doesn't seem a big deal."
    The woman stood. "Music is music," She smiled, calling for her kid. I watched her gleefully walk away, talking to her child.