I have a bunch of unfinished stories but unfortunately this idea won't leave my mind and I've just fallen in love with this series. So please enjoy. I've changed the story a bit.

First, Kyouko never went to Tokyo with Shou, but still helped him in a big way. However, they are both still in the entertainment business. I just changed the way they got there. Everything else will be revealed. This right now is just the prologue though. A bit short but the other chapters will sure to be longer.

Prologue

"Shotaro!"

Shotaro's heart nearly leapt out of his chest at the sound of someone calling his name in the dead of night. He turned to face whoever had called out his name to see his childhood friend and companion, Kyouko, running towards him with something strapped to her back, her kimono silently moving in the night air. She came to a stop in front of him, clutching something to her chest.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, looking to see if anyone had followed her.

She winced at seeing him a bit angry at her, but she had something to give and was determined to give to him before he left for Tokyo, and possibly never return again. The fifteen-year-old girl was the only one who knew why the only son and heir of the family who owned the main branch of Japan's most prominent inns was sneaking around in the middle of the night with a backpack full of clothes and a guitar in hand.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, bowing low. "I came to give you something." Kyouko stood back up and looked at him in the eye.

Shotaro crossed his arms impatiently. "Well, what is it? I have to go right now." He had a train to catch that would soon take him away from his unwanted fate of marrying some local girl and taking over the inn like his parents wanted. No. He was meant for much bigger and better things than just a boring life of the inn.

"I know." She bowed her head, sadly, knowing that this was probably the last time she'd talk to him again. "I came to give you this." She held out a thick envelope to him. He looked at it and then at her, not knowing what to do.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Something that I hope will be of some help to you," she answered, still not meeting his gaze.

Shotaro grabbed the envelope and opened it, gasping in surprise. In his hands was probably, at least, 100,000 yen. He gaped at her in disbelief. How on earth had she managed to get a hold of this much money?

Sensing his astonishment, Kyouko spoke. "It's money that I've saved over the years from a few odd jobs I've had here and there. I'm sorry it can't be more." Not hearing any response yet, Kyouko quickly pulled out what was strapped to her back and held it out in front of her, hoping that it would do the trick. Having mistaken his silence for anger, she continued to speak. "I know about the fights between you and your parents, and the last thing I want is for you to be unhappy here, but I hope that it will help you a bit in Tokyo."

The boy in front of her wasn't mad, he was just surprised. Now before him was something that took away his astonishment of the money and directed it to the brand new electric guitar being presented to him. It truly was beautiful; the body was a deep red color; sleek and styled with a unique black rose at the edge, and most importantly, it was just the instrument that would say just how cool he truly is.

"Please accept this and take it with you." She bowed again, offering the guitar to him.

Shotaro reached out and took it in a daze, unable to believe the gift that he was being given. He strummed the fresh new chords and marveled in the overall craftsmanship of the guitar. This was something that was sure to come in handy on his way to being a star. The smooth surface felt perfect in his hands. He was taken out of his daze when Kyouko stood back up and watched as Shotaro strummed the chords before strapping the guitar onto his back.

"Thank you, Kyouko." He smiled at her.

Kyouko blushed and smiled back, a feeling of happiness swelling inside of herwhen she saw that he liked her gift, even though she had declined when he had asked her to go with him to Tokyo, she still wanted to see him succeed and helping him in this small way made her happy. Biting her lip, she addressed him nervously, "Shotaro?"

"Yeah."

She hesitated before finally blurting it out, "Promise that you'll make it."

Shotaro smirked. "Of course I'll make it," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "This is me we're talking about. Pretty soon this face will be all over Japan."

Kyouko couldn't help but grin at his usual arrogance. It reassured her in some way that he'd be alright, even though she wouldn't be there watch over him, like she had been doing for years, ever since Shotaro's family had taken her in. Deep inside her she knew that he would be alright.

"Of course." She nodded in agreement.

Shotaro sighed and looked over his shoulder, towards the road that would take him to the train station. "Well, I guess I'll see you then," he said smoothly, turning to go.

Kyouko nodded, "Good-bye, Shotaro." She stood there in the night air, hands folded and posture perfect, just like she had been taught, and watched as her friend disappeared down the road and out of her life.

Okay there you have it. For everyone who doesn't know 100,000 yen is about the same as 10,000 American dollars.