The airport was crowded with people, realized Sika Kuriyama upon stepping into the airport terminal.
"God, what have I just shoved myself into?" she murmured as she gazed around at all of the groups, the singles, the pairs. She felt like she was the only person alive, surrounded by a room of dead bodies. She sighed and walked forward toward a gate filled with police and press. The cops pushed back the hungry paparazzi and the mobs of screaming fangirls. One cop stood in front of her. She could smell the doughnuts on his breath.
"Excuse me miss, I need to see a valid form of identification, or you will have to wait with the press." Sika was about to tell the cop to get the fuck out of her way, when a voice came from behind him.
"Jibun na. Ugoki." It was a voice that Sika knew all to well. Miyavi, one of the most famous rock stars in Japan. A voice that she was deeply in love with.
"Enough. Move." Another voice came from behind, that was a voice that Sika loathed, the voice of Miyavi's translator and girlfriend of two years, Rayen Glass. The cop moved aside and revealed the man that Sika had been in love with almost all of her life. Beside him was Rayen. She had long brown hair with sparkling brown eyes. In between the both of them stood Sika's longtime childhood friend, Tomoko, The baby sister of Miyavi, you could see the family resemblance. Her hair was black with blue streaks and her eyebrow and nose were pierced.
"Long time no see, Tommy," She said referring to Tomoko's nickname. Tomoko tilted her head down a bit as she moved to the left side of her brother. Miyavi swung an arm around Rayen, which made Sika wanna puke but the fangirls went crazy. Then he reached with the free hand and took his sisters hand, which made the fangirls and press go crazy more.
"Ikiyo," he commanded, signaling forward. Sika smiled and turned, heading toward the baggage claim. When they got there airport security already had their bags ready. Miyavi signaled for the guy to follow him as they headed outside.
Outside the airport, there were fan girls, press and what appeared to be the…. "Damn, Meev, you got the National fuckin' Guard here," Sika whispered sharply to Miyavi.
He chuckled and grinned, nodding, obviously proud of himself. Nami just looked around at the hundreds of girls screaming for her brother's attention.
"See, Tommy? This is just a taste of your brothers fan base in this country." Rayen said to her softly. Rayen spoke to her in English, to help her improve.
"Hontou ni?" she questioned mildly, looking around.
"Hai!" Rayen replied.
"Miyavi! Care to say anything to your fans here in America?" a random reporter called out boldly. Miyavi leaned over as Rayen repeated the phrase in Japanese.
He stepped forward toward a microphone and said, "Thank you for your support." With that, he headed toward the limo. Tomoko and Rayen followed, until someone in the crowd yelled:
"TOMMY HEAVENLY 6, OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU, PLEASE MARRY ME!" Tomoko's head nearly did a full on, Linda Blair, Exorcist-style twist.
Rayen put an arm around Tomoko and smiled, leaning down to whisper, "Come on sweetie, let's go."
Tomoko nodded and hopped into the limo. Sika was the last to enter into it. She slammed the door, and the vehicle sped away from the airport.