“2010, huh?” the band leader asked, tilting his head against the chair’s back to watch Gackt…who of course pointedly ignored the verbal prodding. “You should’ve made it 2009 – then it would’ve been…what? A decade since the beginning?”

“Yes,” Gackt admitted, stretching, “But that’s in about a year. I know I need more time than that – I know I can do more than that. And nine is unlucky.”

“You never really struck me as the superstitious type, Gaku, even with all the talk of ghosts and such. Also,” Cha added, looking quickly at his watch, “it’s 2008 right now. 2010 still doesn’t give us much time.” With a grin, he pointed at Gackt and You and gestured at the closet. “Quickly! Go make scandal!”

“What for?” You asked, his eyes jumping from one man to the other.

Cha shrugged and went back to strumming his guitar. “Scandal always boosts sales. Especially when two hot men are involved.” Gackt snorted in disbelief and shook his head. “You don’t believe me,” he continued, “but I’m serious. Think about it – I’d say roughly 90-95% of your fan base is female. I’d also wager that a large portion of them have fantasized about you banging one of us at some point in time. I vote for some Gackt-You action.” He ended with a wink in the violinist’s direction, feeling just a twinge of pride at the red flush that colored the younger man’s cheeks.