Gackt made some sort of indignant noise somewhere between his throat and nose in reaction to the comment his new hair style had earned from his bodyguard. “But…but Cha liked them!” He chanced a sidelong glance at the guitarist who nodded his head.

“Boss…” Joe began, dropping his large hands on Gackt’s shoulders. “Cha’s a fruitcake.”

Cha grinned. “I’m strawberry flavored!”