Happy Birthday Yoshiki....

[pinkspiderhide]

So he was a day late...hell...he had been late to his own funeral, although that wasn't really his fault, traffic and all had caused the car with his body to be late getting to the burial ground

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[classyyoshiki]

*The day before had been his relaxing day, Having returned home late from LA, Yoshiki hadn't found it nessessary to go into the office. Not to mention he highly doubted that Pata would have let him leave the house. The gifts he had recieved from his guitarist were heavenly. Roses, so many roses. Yoshiki had chuckled then, now he tried not to think about how quickly his gift would die away.

He worked hard, trying to make up for the time he was gone, and the employees were wishing he would go back. He spouted orders here and there, inbetween phone calls and the like. Another year older, time surely did fly.*

[pinkspiderhide]

He watched in silence and smiled a he saw people scattering before Yoshiki's wrath, it had always been like this. One poor man that looked absolutely terrified interested the spirit and he decided to have some fun.

Walking over he kicked a chair as the man rushed passed him, the poor man tripping over it and falling flat on his face, scattering sheet music everywhere.

hide laughed, one of his long and loud laughs, and those still in the room if they were actually listening hard enough, or were in the right frame of mind could probably hear it faintly.

[classyyoshiki]

*The producers head turned as he heard his employee fall over the chair. Yoshiki's face was one of pure anger as he walked over to the man. Standing over the helpless person arms crossed over his chest, Yoshiki waited for the man collect himself before he layed into him. His yelling was still kinda halfhearted as he faintly picked up on the laughter in the background, the happiness was refreshing and Yoshiki smiled*

[pinkspiderhide]

Ooooo....look at Yo-chan go!

He watches as Yoshiki lit into the man, wandering about the room he decided to make trouble where ever he could. Sheet music "mysterously blew into the floor via a phantom breeze". Furniture moved slightly and the biggest feat was the radio turning off an on by itself as hide sat there punching the on and off button, turning the volume all the way up so that it just spurted earpiercing loud music for a moment then cut off, like a skipping cd.

Fun times!