39   von K-Cee
                            (Reita/Ruki, Aoi/Uruha)
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                                  Kapitel 5: 
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His name was Akira. 
Akira aka Reita, twentyseven years old, blood type A, bassist of a famous band
named 'the GazettE'. 
He was famous. And he had slept with me. He had made coffee for me and he was
the one who had asked me out to his place tonight. 
Oh God. 

I was about to hyperventilate. 
Somewhere in the bedroom beeped my cellphone but I couldn't find the nerve to
look who had written a message. 
Speeding around the livingroom and the kitchen I thought about a way to
compensate all of the information while my mind was a mess of Akira and Reita,
of truth and lies. 

I work in the music industry. 
PR and stuff, you know. 

I stopped in my tracks and suddenly the tension fell off my shoulders in a long
sigh. 
While a minute ago I had been boiling with anger about what shit he might could
have been telling me, I now fell all silent as his words crossed my mind. 
Yes... 
He had never lied to me. 
He worked in the music industry and he, indeed, had something to do with public
relations. 
And Gods, he looked so good with makeup and styled hair... 
My fingers absently caressed over one of the pictures as I sat down at the
dining table again, in front of the magazine. 
I flicked through the pages and the longer I looked at the photos, the more I
saw Akira through them. 

Deciding to gather more info, I switched on the laptop and went over to the
bedroom to get my cellphone while the system started. 

>work is a bitch. mind bringing some vodka? 

I smiled to myself just for the fact that it had been Akira who wrote. 

>it really is. mind fucking my brains out? 

I knew it was cocky but it was the only graspable way for me to find out if he
really liked me. 

>vodka and condoms. 

I chuckled and put the device aside to google some more of his pictures, but
sooner than I realized it I had a whole folder of his photos on my hard drive -
and a hard-on. 
And yes, I felt a little bad for being a fanboy but after all it couldn't be
helped. 
He was stunning. 
Everything he was, was stunning. 
I had always fallen for the bad guys but they'd never reach him. 
He was the incorporation of a bad boy - And I would make him mine.

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