A/N: New account. A work from an amateur. Excuse me for some grammatical errors.

I can hear the sound of my footsteps as I run along the drenched street. I am lucky that there aren't many people or else I'll be scolded from bumping them. I am late. I am late. I let out a sigh of frustration. Why did I even agree to go to this crowded dome?

Few hours ago, my friend, Sumire, called me using her sick voice and begged me if I can go to a concert. I agreed with my sparkly eyes and girly tone of voice and thanked her for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As if. I angrily informed her that I'll be very busy studying for the finals and have a long list of chores to do at home. This green-haired lady faked another set of coughs (which I already knew) and weakly asked me for my help. Well, might as well go. Sumire obviously cheered up and said to me, "Okay, off you go girl. I am outside of your house now to give your ticket. The concert starts at 6 pm so hurry up and come out now." I am seriously gonna kill her.

I pant and gasp for air. Finally, I have arrived. The noise of the cheering fans echoes and I can hear it outside the thick-walled coliseum. Seriously, why do girls shout for just a guy? I show the ticket to the organizers and enter. My ears are slowly becoming hot. Who is this person that can make thousands of fans shout his name? Well, don't ask me. I don't know either.

As I predicted, there are no seats available. I wonder why Sumire booked this kind of ticket. I am not gonna stand so long just to watch idols sing and dance in front of me. I crane my neck once more to find a seat but, no luck. This dome is strangely full. I still don't know whose concert this is. That's a smart move. Not. I decide to squeeze myself through the crowd to at least recognize his face. The fans are singing with him and I know they can't notice this tiny me who is obviously late. Not a success. Boy, fans sure are tough to deal with. I sigh and stand beside a couple smooching each other. Why waste the money to go to this concert if you just want to flirt? Go to some private place please.

A tug on my shirt startles me. I quickly turn my head to my left and frown. He has blue eyes and blonde hair. Maybe he's a foreigner. "What is it?" I ask. His face has a particular equanimity on it. "If you want, you can sit beside me." he offers. He looks up to me and then smiles. I never knew guys can be like that. Almost all guys that I read in books are brave, hoarse and violent. Well, fiction guys. "Is it okay? I don't mean to impose like that." I say. I'm fine just by standing up but my feet can't take it anymore. He gently nods and taps the chair. "It's okay. My friend can't come today and I'm a bit lonely." He glances at me and shows a big smile. He's rather cute. I laugh and agree to take his offer. I squish a bit of myself to get through the "human barrier" and sit on the chair. Finally, a comfort for my feet has arrived.

"I'm wondering. Why would a guy like you watch this kind of concert? I mean, it's rather acceptable if the performer is a girl, right?" I raise my right eyebrow to question him. He laughs loudly and makes other people turn around. I clasp his mouth using my palm on reflex. Wait, that's rude. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." I remove my hand and put it where it belongs to. He stops laughing and wipes the happy tears from his eyes. "No, it's okay. I shouldn't have laughed so hard." he smiles. All he can do is smile, which is not that bad.

I turn my head to the stage. I still can't make up the performer's face and frown. Maybe I'll just ask him. "Hey, what's his name?" I pointed to the guy. He frowns for a bit then his face brightens. "Oh, him? He's- Wait. Why do you not know his name in spite of coming to his concert? That's funny." he asks me. "Well, I actually don't know it at all. In fact, my friend made me come as her substitute." That girl, she's going to get it later. He laughs, again. "That's smart."

"Thank you for coming. Next time, please come again." the guy from the stage says. Wow, time sure flies fast. "For the autograph-signing, please come to the stage." And with that, the fans charge to the stage like their lives depends on it. The shutter sounds coming from cameras, squeals of fangirls and the background music form one big noise that my ears can't handle. "You're not going?" my blue-eyed seatmate says. I shouldn't have carelessly nodded when Sumire asked me to take his autograph. I sigh. This is one heck of a trouble.

"My friend said I should but there is no way that I will get out alive from that sea of people." I point out. His brightened eyes and smile are plastered on his face. "I can help you with that." I frown with confusion. "By the way, who are you?" he asks me. I can tell he is not a normal audience of the guy from the stage. "Before I tell you that, who are you?"

His mouth opens and says, "Ruka Nogi."

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Ruka knocks on the door with a sign "H.N." The manager or the idol itself? "It's me." the blonde haired guy says. Successions of loud footsteps are coming to our direction. It stops then the door creaks and opens. A guy with wildly fixed black hair comes out and grunts. "What is it Ruka? I told you I'll meet you later at the usual place. I know I said-" He stops when he notices me. His left eyebrow raises and his index finger points at me lazily. "Who is this? Your girlfriend?" the black-haired guy asks. Ruka waves a hand dismissively and smiles. "No, she's not. I just met her a while ago. I volunteered to ask you a favour if you can sign the autograph." He informs him. The "idol" glares me for a second then opens the door more. "Okay. You, girl, get inside." The guy says and I proceed inside his room. "Ruka, just meet me at the usual place."

I notice a large variety of clothes and shoes. He is a celebrity. I hand the autograph over and look at him. Hmmm, red eyes and black hair. That's a rare mix. He scribbles wildly on the paper and returns it to me. His signature is like a kid's. I try not to laugh. I head for the door and bow. "Thank you for signing." I reach for the knob until he stops me.

Coldness immediately went through my body. He slams his left hand on the door, blocking my path. "Well, well, well, a little sheep has come to the wolf's territory. Thanks to Ruka, I signed your autograph but since he's gone, there's no guarantee that you'll be going out safe. How are you going to pay me for my precious time that you've wasted? Your body?" He abruptly grabs my hand and smells it. Disgusting. Well, there's no holding back. He started it.

Due to his actions, I am at an advantage. I smile secretly. I lunge and punch his face. He drops on the floor with a shock on his face. Blood comes out from his nose. I drop the autograph with his signature on it and use it to wipe his blood on the floor. He stands up and glares at me. "Get out, NOW." He says with a huge amount of anger. I chuckle and get the book. "No use of saying that. I am on my way of getting out." I stand up and head for the knob once more. "Oi, who are you?" he asks. I open the door and the chilly wind of the night welcomes me. Oh the night has become my ally. I glance at him with a sneer.

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"Sakura Mikan. By the way, it's not nice meeting you, bloody nose."

A/N: Aaand chapter 1 is done. Thank you for reading Chapter 1! =)