Prologue: Pocket Full of Posies:

Author's note: I do not own anyone in this story except the OC and the story itself

Rating: P-13 to NC-17

"Congratulations Natsuda-san, you are our chosen candidate for the job!" A boisterious voice bellowed from the mouth of Yumi Natsuda's new employer. Young Natsuda took a grasp of the art of photography since her small hands could take hold of a toy camera at the age of five.

"A candidate? But I-" Natsuda's voice trailed. She bit her lip hard and began to wonder around the room, her heart skipping a beat. "There is- um- a problem you must be mistaken...I only know nature." Her employer laughed at her remark.

"Then it's time to branch out! You start tomorrow, now scoot I have work to do!"

"But sensei, you don't..." Natsuda's voice stopped short upon the finger of her employer touching her lips.

"No buts about this Natsuda-san, so turn your pretty little butt around..." His voice stopped for a split moment and took Natsuda's body spinning her around to face the door. "...and take you're 'buts' elsewhere. Now be back here at 1500 sharp." He concluded, giving her a swift smack to her butt and motioned to the door.

Natsuda grunted still rubbing her back side, the stinging sensation still lingering. "How am I supposed to take pictures...of people?" She muttered to herself upon approaching her car. "Is this some sort of fashion experiment?" She shook her head at her own question. "This doesn't feel right." Her hangs gripped both sides of the wheel till her knuckles turned white, her voice cracking. "I must start over."

"Three more days till the concert guys!" A young guitarist cheered, dancing around with a can of Red Bull.

"Yeah! Have you been counting down?" Another chimed in, this time it was the vocalist of the group.

"Of course it's Nao!" The drummer added laughing.

"You love me though~" The man called Nao stuck out his tongue playfully, a grin curling on his lips.

"That we do Nao~ that we do~" One other guitarist popped in patting Nao's shoulder. "We can't function without Mr. Romantic, now can we?" And right on que Nao graced his lips softly against the guitarist's cheek.

"Muah~ I mark you Mayu!" He laughed his cheeks flushed from Red Bull. The vocalist shook his head at the two, snickering at the little aftermath... a.k.a Mayu's expression...one word...'priceless'.

Long lengthy arms drapped around the vocalist, a soft voice ringing in her ear caused him to nod. The arms soon vanished afterward. "Hey guys, I'll be right back, Rei needs help with something." Everyone nodded in reply.

"We will still be here Yugiri." The drummer added in. Yugiri nodded back and vanished from the room.

Down the hall...

"Nah~ Rei-kun, something wrong?" Yugiri asked a little confused with the other, just following right behind him into a random changing room.

"Close the door." The bassist instructed. The door closed on command. "Good, you see Yugiri there has been something I have been meaning to tell you...but, I would rather you close your eyes instead." Rei advanced forward saying this until their bodies touched. A gasp escaped harshly from the vocalist's lips, only to be silenced by a pair of fingers. "Shh, this will only hurt a little~" Rei whispered against Yugiri's neck.

"Rei...why?" Yugiri swallowed hard.

"I want you...Yuu-kun~"

"No don't!" Natsuda rose quickly from her bed the sun shining in her face. Tomorrow has came sooner than she had expected. She exhauled slowly pating herself down. "Ok nothing happened...good." She glanced over at the clock, '15:00' was flickering in red LED lights. "Oh shit I'm late!"

And with one step she found the floor. "I'm ok! I'm stuck... Ah it's a tenticle! I'm not your..." She turned over her shoulder frowning at the sight before her. The sheets were tangled around her leg from the strange nightmare. "Oh haha..." Natsuda unravled the sheets ending up carrying them into the bathroom to begin her frantic routine. Her rush came short with a buzz from within the sheets.

Quickly fumbling through as if a bomb was planted inside. "Itai!" Natsuda scurried backwards away from what fell on her foot, her feet became tangled in the sheets, ending up on the floor with a thud. Vibrating in front of her was a phone screaming 'wake up its 8:00'.

-end of chapter-