She was a pop star, and a quite famous one at that. She had the looks, the talent, and the attitude. She was a strong, stubborn girl too- her family wasn't all that strong and she fought until she got something she wanted.

She had long flowing blonde hair, that was so long it was amazing that she could take care of it- but it always pulled back into two even length pig tails. She also had piercing amethyst eyes that we're looking for excitement, she also had a competitive side to her- that was always looking for challenge.

Her figure made any boy- or man, go crazy. Anytime that they would see her, their jaw would drop and they would be speechless. She had clearly gotten her figure from her mother- before she had gotten deathly sick anyone could tell that the two of them had great metabolisms. She had many curves, her skin was smooth and creamy. Many girls were jealous of her perfect slim figure- maybe even some went crazy to be like her- and her breast we're just enough to make a mans business to be hard.

Her voice was many different things, it could be a soft soothing voice that could almost put anyone to sleep- from a baby girl to a tough man. Or it could be lord and strong, keeping you on your feet, waiting for another note to come out of her mouth. She had been singing for many years, sever since she had been able to talk. It was a beautiful voice to hear- which made her gain so many fans.

One of the many downfalls that any person could have- that she especially had, was that she was stubborn. She didn't like the word 'no' and would fight for her way. She often got into some deep trouble for being as stubborn she was, she often found herself getting grounded from her parents- until her father ran away and her mom was sent into the hospital. Her brother didn't do much- he was often not around either with a pink haired teenager that she knew fairly well.

She hated the paparazzi, and at often times ignored their stupid questions that they asked her and dressed up to not be found. She disliked them so much that she had punched a few in the face so that they would get out of her way. She didn't take their crap, and didn't care what anyone said about her- she was indeed a strong pop idol.

But deep inside, she was hurting. It wasn't a physical pain either, maybe it wasn't even a mental pain. She felt like she lacked something deep down inside, that what every human being actually needed. She needed that feeling of love- someone that would care for her and make sure she's okay. Sure she had her manager, but that didn't cut it for her- she craved more. A boy.

She tried to date, all different types of boys- none of them filled her desire, the passion she needed. Even when she toured, and was in Paris, France, she didn't find one that filled her need. She was soon coming back to Japan, and her heart felt empty. To this day, she's searching for the perfect one that'll take her away- make her speechless every time she's around them.

He wasn't exactly famous, but he was well known. Everyone in town knew about him- he was goofy, had the looks and was charming, and is excellent at sports. He knew how to get his way out of things without making a deal out of it, and he was always in a joyful mood.

He was a bit tan, with his spiky but shortish auburn hair- which he rarely brushed or even took care of. His body made many girls drool and swoon over, he was well built- with a nice six pack and broad shoulders. His legs were very masculine as well, strong and could take a few mile jog. He loved a challenge, but it was rare for anyone to challenge him- he often won.

He wouldn't accept any girl to be his, most of them just wanting him for his six pack and body- he wanted a girl that actually cared about him. Someone that would listen to him and actually accept a challenge from him. But there seemed to be no one that could handle his challenges.

He was excellent at all sports, was the best of the best- he had the skills. But he was the best at soccer. He didn't like to brag about it though, he didn't like to have other people feel down about themselves. He had been playing soccer for as long as he could remember- maybe it was since he could walk? His brothers introduced the game- and he fell in love with it. Most of his free time went to kicking a soccer ball around and trying various tricks.

He hated rude and snobby people- the kind that only cared about themselves, and no one else. He thought that they were ridiculous, simply put. He didn't like to be around them and often got annoyed if he was- always trying to find an excuse to get away from them.

He lived with his four older brothers, he wasn't exactly sure what happened to his parents. His oldest brother claimed that they ran away to America to love there- but it was never confirmed. Though, he was fine somewhat- his brothers were good enough role models for him. However, they couldn't cook even if they tried, it was often that he was cooking for his brothers and there was rarely anything left when he sat down to eat.

He attends college, working toward getting a professional career of a soccer player from the college. While his sporting is doing extremely well, his grades are slowly slipping- he's forgetting to study for important exams. And as he knows that if he fails out of college, no soccer team is going to want him, no one is going to want him if he failed out of college. His brothers don't help him study or make sure he gets the work done.

And honestly, he wasn't all that crazy about that famous popstar that he heard was coming back to her hometown- unlike most guys were. He thought it was pretty ridiculous- even if she was hot and her voice made him want to do some mature things. He refused to join the party of males lusting over her. Little did he know what he was getting in to.

"We're here, Utau."

The blonde sensational idol stepped out of the limo and gazed upon the sight of the city. Her amethyst orbs scanned the area, her mouth opening a bit. It was a long time since she had been here- and to be put simply, it was beautiful. The sun was just setting over the horizon and the city lights shined stunningly. Utau looked over at her manager- Yukari Sanjou- who was in her late twenties with dark red hair and with sky blue orbs that were quite piercing.

"Wow..." she mumbled, awestruck at the sight. She put her sunglasses on her tight white shirt and continued to stare at the sight before her. "It's been a long time, huh?" Her reply from Yukari was a chuckle and a nod, taking her bags out of the limo. Reluctantly following out of the limo was a tall lean man with orangey-red hair, with honey colored eyes. He was holding onto a lot of luggage- of tons of different colors.

"Thanks, Yuu." Yukari mumbled, not even looking over at him. He started to grumble something incoherent and stumbled inside the apartment that Utau was going to saying in. "So, Utau," she started, staring also at the sight before them. "Any plans while we are here?"

Utau looked over at Yukari, wanting to say how she was going to find that one person, but the words didn't want to come out. So instead she decided to reply with something else. "Not really, sadly. Maybe I'll randomly come up with another song." Utau then let out a laugh and put her hands on her hips. "I'll probably just relax until we have to leave again. When is that, by the way?"

"It's in a few months, don't worry about a thing." Yukari replied with a smile, watching Yuu step out of the apartment. "Now if you need us, we'll be a block down."

"Yeah, make sure you visit sometimes, Utau." Yuu said, grinning at Yukari and pulled her into the back seat of the limo. "See you around!"

And like that, the two of them were gone, leaving a twenty year old pop idol standing out her apartment building. Utau took one last glance around the city for the night and stepped into the apartment, looking forward for a long sleep.