Title: Winter Wonderland (4/25--for the lemon advent contest @ jrockyaoi)
Previous Chapters: One || Two || Three
Word Count: 1000
Pairing: MiyavixMaya, AijixMaya, KyoxRuki
Summary: T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the bus, not a creature was stirring—except one who tossed and fussed.
Rating: This Chapter--PG-13. Over All--NC-17 (what else is new?)
Warnings: AU (you'll see), General Weirdness, Language, Mildly sexual situations
Author's Notes: Ahh this is my first time legitimately writing Miyavi. He'll get more face time to be worked with. Whoo another 1000 on the nose. Go team. \m/



The face was undeniable. If the face hadn't struck Maya's memory, then the man's mere presence certainly would have. Breath momentarily stuck in his throat, Maya couldn't get his voice to work as the man in red approached him. The slender man, which was completely uncharacteristic from the Santa he had known in his youth, reached out a tattooed hand which Maya took tentatively, startled by the warmth that comforted over his snowy fingers. He could feel heat flood to his cheeks as those fingers held his hand, helping him up to his feet without an ounce of strain.

“I apologize for that, they're not really exposed to humans. You'd think that Ruki would be, being my head reindeer for so long but...some things take millenia to adjust to.” Santa chuckled, grinning cutely in a familiar way that made Maya's heart beat frantically in his chest. What was going on!

“But Santa, he was trespassing. How are we to know he wasn't sent by--” Ruki was interrupted by a wave of the man's hand and a stern look that sent the reindeer tiptoeing back to Kyo's side, who began petting him again in a way that appeared purely reflexive.

Santa's eyes were back on Maya and the smile returned, pale fingers reaching up to take the blonde's face in his hands gently as he felt over the full, blushing cheeks. “You're not observant, Ruki. How could this one here be anything but innocent? In fact, I think he looks a little confused. This isn't something you can fake, you know, this look of loss,” he traced his index finger over the bridge of Maya's nose and delighted in the way it wrinkled cutely as the man began to glare. “Maya, isn't it?”

Of course he knew his name. Maya wasn't surprised by that. Because he knew his. And it wasn't Santa Clause. “Miyavikun, please tell me what's going on,” he whined in frustration, reaching up to tug on a sleeve. “Where's Melodysan? Or Loveliechan? Did you decide to bring them to Nagano?”

Miyavi looked genuinely startled that he knew his name, dropping his fingers to grab hold of the smaller man's wrist. “I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about in the last part. But..you know my name?”

“He knew ours, as well,” Kyo spoke up, glaring suspiciously at the frustrated looking vocalist who looked about ready to scream in frustration.

So he had their names right, but not who they were? So there was no Melody, no Lovelie, no Gazette, no Dir en grey. Just..Santa and his happy working crew. He couldn't believe this. But..it was cool, in some strange way. “I..I don't know what's going on,” Maya choked out finally, looking up at Miyavi with a sincere look of utter and complete loss. “I don't know where I am. I really need to get back to Nagano, though! We have a live I have to get to. And there will be a lot of people upset if I don't show and I don't want to make my fans sad...” He was genuinely upset by this thought, something all three of the would-be musicians noticed.

Long arms circled around Maya's waist and he whimpered as he felt himself pulled against Miyavi's chest. The warmth of his clothing and body radiated off of him in waves, making him sigh in content and close his eyes as his entire being warmed immediately against that welcomed embrace. This was something he missed, a nostalgic feeling that brought a light smile to his face washing over him as Maya clung back immediately. “Miya,” he murmured softly, longingly even, as Ruki and Kyo exchanged glances that neither of the two tall men noticed.

“I know, I know. I'd be more than happy to bring you back to Nagano before we begin our trip, Maayatan,” Miyavi hushed, the nickname earning an audible wince from the older (or was he younger, now? Miyavi was Santa, after all..) man. “However we can't do that until tomorrow, before I begin my trip around the world. Do you understand?”

Maya nodded, dizzy off the smell that was Miyavi. His warmth, his presence, the feeling he got when he was pressed against him like this. It was so intoxicating, more than anything he had ever experienced. God he didn't even want to leave now that he could be in those arms and not worry about anything. Like touring, or press, or fans...or a wife and child.

“Good,” Miyavi smiled gently as he loosened his hold on the blonde, tilting Maya's head up to peer into those kohl outlined eyes. “Now you'll need a place to stay. You're welcome to use the spare room until we can bring you home. Let's go now, ne? You look like you've been out in the snow for quite some time,” he chuckled softly, before shooting a look over at both Ruki and Kyo. “Please make sure that room is suitable for our guest, you two. And don't try anything.”

The terrible twosome grimaced though nodded nonetheless, peering at Maya with a look of confusion and suspicion before they simply disappeared into the home Miyavi had come out of. He assumed that was where Santa lived. Blindly he followed the taller man as he was led into that home, still holding onto his hand as the rush of warmth surrounded him completely the moment he stepped into the cozy little cottage that was much more spacious inside than it appeared on the outside. It was so...cute. Not at all like the homes and buildings in Japan. Maya found himself smiling brightly. The home smelt like peppermint and hot chocolate, as well as fresh pine which he assumed was from the tree towards the center of the living room.

“Down the hall, second room to the left. Feel free to get yourself situated. I'll be with you shortly.”