Alright, I watched "My Fake Fiance" and got this idea. It's not a complete copy, so bear with me. Lolz!
I poked the fluffy, stuffed bunny. It had a black hat with a pink vest and a black bow tie. Nii-chan gave it to me, because Nii-chan's friend gave it to him, because his friend gave it to him, because his lover got it for him when she (a/n: teehee, he thinks Nowaki's a she) came back from America to study for pediatrics. It was all an ambiguous exchange that I barely understood.
Nonetheless, I graciously accepted it.
"It's just me and you Usagi," I murmured, poking the rabbit. Nii-chan was out with his girlfriend Manami, leaving me alone with the apartment. I was used to being sort of alone, so it wasn't like I expected him here.
Rule number one on disappointment: lower your expectations.
Once my parents died, my brother, Takahashi Takahiro, raised me, forcing him to backtrack from M. University. When I understand the predicament a bit more, I commiserated much sincerer for my brother's loss. For that, I made a goal for myself. I made sure that I would get into the university and flourish where my brother could not. I was an average student, but Nii-chan said that his friend (who gave him the rabbit) could help me. I didn't know much about him though.
All I knew was that he was my brother's friend since… well, forever. He was a writer and well known at that… and…: the extent of my knowledge on the man.
"Usami Akihiko is officially engaged," the woman on our television rang out. I looked up from nearly ripping the bunny apart from boredom. "Usami Haruhiko, his brother, and their father have finally publicized the proposal. Here's an interview with a close worker of Akihiko's."
The screen switched to an old man with a microphone and a phony smile on his face. Another man was younger with brown hair and the same fake smile. It was funny how television could make people look so glassy, literally.
"Isaka-san," the old man began, "how did you take the prop-." I clicked the TV off. I've heard a great deal about Usami Akihiko and his novels. From what my friends told me, he was a nice guy. From what the girls screamed, I guessed he must've been fairly good looking too. I was at a book store once when I was mobbed by a wave of fan girls because Usami Akihiko was signing books. The girls would reminisce about how his smile was able to out shine whatever was put beside him.
Obviously, my being a boy, led me to sort of dislike him. One, he got all the girls. Two, he was rich, and rich meant petty. Three, he wrote some BL novels. And let's face it, a man who writes those kinds of things must be gay himself.
"Misaki!" my brother called when the door slammed open. "Manami and I got you some salmon and kiwi gummies! Ah! And you like that strawberry pop too, right? I hope so, because I got twelve of them!" he waltzed into the room and kissed my forehead. I pushed him away.
"Nii-chan!" I groaned, "You're so embarrassing!" he chuckled and left the room. I quickly scooped up my books and stuffed them into the bag. "Are you giving me a ride over to your friend's place today?" I asked.
"I'm not sure Misaki," he answered. "He's really busy this week, well, this month really."
"Getting married?" I asked with a laugh. His head poked through from the kitchen.
"How'd you know?" he asked. Rolling my eyes, I left the apartment. If Nii-chan didn't want t give me a ride he could've just said so. I had the apartment number and everything, including his cell phone number. I doubted I'd need it though. I could keep a mental image of a map in my head. Plus, I've lived here most of my life.
"This is where he lives?" I asked myself, baffled. I was looking up one of the tallest apartment buildings ever. If he lived on the top floor, I was sure I'd give him a "firefighters don't go this high" talk.
"Hello?" a voice asked groggily when I rang the doorbell.
"U-uh," I began, "I'm Takahiro's little brother. He told me to come here so you could-." The door was unlocked before I could finish. "Thanks," I said before I walked in. Inside was just as nice. The walls were pearly white and the carpets looked just washed. I didn't want to walk in it just because it was so clean.
I stepped into the elevator and looked back at the paper to see that he lived on the 24th floor… the top floor… go figure. Once I got to the floor I kept my way to his door. My knock was sort of weak, but I was shy. It was my first time meeting my brother's best friend. Did I forget to mention that?
"You bastard!" I heard through the door. It made me flinch.
"I never said I was going to go through with it," a monotone voiced person explained. "My dad is making me. I don't love you. Actually, you're a whore. You have no sense of morals. You're hot headed. You do whatever you feel like doing. And, above all, I know you're only in on this relationship for the money and the fame. It's stupid and-." Before this monster could finish, there was a loud and sharp slap. At that point, I was debating on whether I should've run away or not.
"I hate you! The wedding is off!" the door was pulled open and a lovely woman stepped out. She looked furious, then stopped in front of me. Her face was soft for a moment, then regained it's fury and she punched me in the face. "Damned reporters!" she yelled, leaving me on the floor in a daze... and in pain.
It was all quiet for a little while. I stared at the ceiling trying to reorder what happened. A girl was angry at a man. The man dissed her. Someone slapped someone. The girl stormed off. The girl punched me. Now... it's quiet.
"That looks painful," the monotonous man said, his face over me. He had silver hair, lilac eyes, and a cigarette dangling from his lips. I didn't like him already. "Come on, you gotta save me from Isaka, Aikawa and my father now."
"WHAT?!" a woman screamed on the other end of the phone. I flinched.
"Aikawa, I-." Before the man could finish he had his phone stretched away from his ear.
"What do you MEAN the wedding is off?! It can't be off! You know WHY you need to get married!" she informed him.
"Yeah," someone else from the phone began, "you damned idiot. She was the only one who would marry you without a care. You never said you had to love the person you marry. If that's the case, you might as well go back to your dad's house now."
"Isaka..." the man groaned. "I... I just...," he glanced over at me. His eyes looked completely desperate, which caused me to throw an "I commiserate for you" face. His eyes quickly lit up and he turned from me.
"What if I did all that crap you're all forcing me to do... secretly," he said.
"But Haruhiko will never-."
"Because, it will dangle off their reputation," he whispered. There were more whispers after that, then a scream of joy, and a yell of hatred. He hung up shortly after and turned to me.
"So," he began with a smirk and pinning me back agaisnt the wall, "band... or DJ?"
Teehee! I know it's short, but I wanted to finish it before I did my chores! UGGH! lolz. Tell me watchya think. Oh and for the girl who left the Romeo and Juliet comment:
Let's get something STRAIGHT HERE! I DID read your story about Romeo and Juliet for Junjou. And I was kind enough not to say anything because I thought it would be bitchy. I was kinda thinking "OMG, did I steal her story plot?" so I checked the puplishing dates, and honey, mine was uploaded two MONTHS before yours, I just have gone Hiatus for a while. so don't bitch at me!
Ok, I feel better now.