Authoress here.
I have dreams. Very, very strange dreams. When I say that they inspire stories...
Let's just leave it at that, okay?
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Eiri Yuki was angry. Actually, he was downright pissed. Fans followed him on the streets wherever he went, and reporters left hours of telephone messages on a daily basis. As if his personal life was any of their business.
He had the second installment of his newest romance novel to give to Mizuki today as well, and that only made his temper worse.
He was there now, sitting at his computer typing, trying to finish it before she showed up. It was rather late at night, and he was having a hard time concentrating on his work. What did it feel like to be kissed by a woman, anyway?
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Damn it. All he could think about was Shuichi. He was out right now, working on some new song. Despite himself, Yuki couldn't help but be worried.
Shuichi had said he would walk home tonight since fans always followed any vehicle he rode in and he didn't feel like getting caught in another fan-related traffic jam. It was a hard life, being famous.
-Meanwhile-
Shuichi Shindou ran as fast as his feet would carry him down the street. Oh shit. I knew I shouldn't have walked! He was currently being chased, hunted down, by a pack of fan girls who weren't deterred by the fact that he had a boyfriend.
Yuki's house was in view now. He was almost there now. Just a few more feet...
A few more feet later and he had collided with a young woman who was heading the other way. They both fell on the ground, him directly on top of her. She didn't even bother to ask if he was okay before she tried to shove him off her and keep going.
"Get the hell off me, pervert," she snapped. When the clouds shifted and the moonlight shone on her, Shuichi was taken aback. She had dyed black hair, and a ring of dark eyeliner around each eye. She would have been rather pretty if she hadn't been scowling at him. "Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?"
Looking behind him, Shuichi would clearly see the girls catching up. Not thinking, he grabbed her arm and tugged her with him through the front gate (which he promptly closed) and towards Yuki's front door.
Her dark-ringed eyes opened wide in shock as she heard the gate close behind her. "Let go of me, asshole!" she snarled, jerking her arm away. It was then that Yuki opened the front door, illuminating her and Shuichi.
"Get the hell in here, both of you!" he growled.
Shuichi complied and seized her arm again as she started walking the other way. When he hauled her into the entryway, the men got a good look at her.
A backpack was slung over her shoulder. It was a Saturday, so she wouldn't have had school that day. She looked guilty as well, eyes scouring for an escape route. A siren wailed past, and she winced as the noise met her ears.
Yuki was holding a glass of some unidentifiable liquor in his hand. After taking a sip, he remarked, "You sure can pick 'em, Shuichi. She's a runaway."
The girl dropped her backpack in shock and stumbled so her back was pressed against the door, but didn't deny it.
"What's your name, kid?" Yuki asked.
She carefully avoided answering his question. "Listen, I don't have much money, but I can pay you if you'll just let me go."
Before Shuichi could respond with a surely kind remark, Yuki stepped in. "Answer my damn question, you little whore."
Her eyes narrowed at him. "Alira."
"No last name?"
"That's none of your fucking business."
Shuichi was silent. He didn't know what to say to her.
Yuki drained his drink and walked off into the kitchen to put the glass in the dishwasher. Alira immediately turned to open the door and leave, but Shuichi stepped close enough to put his hand over hers to stop her from turning the handle. Which was quite close.
She instantly jerked her hand back as if she had been burned. "Who do you think you are, anyway?" she snapped, turning to face him. She almost jumped when she realized how close he had gotten, but steadied herself.
"Shuichi Shindou," he said with a smile. "Lead singer of Bad Luck."
"...Holy shit," she whispered, her face turning pink. She was face to face with the lead singer of her favorite singer, and hadn't even recognized him.
Yuki entered the room a moment later, and Shuichi stepped back quickly. His lover's eyes shifted to Alira.
She was half Japanese and half American, but she looked as though she had been trying to cover it up by dying her hair to a darker color. A centimeter of red-brown roots were showing already.
The eyeliner was smeared a little, like she had been crying earlier that day. She was wearing a thin-strapped black tank top with a pair of jeans, and American-made sneakers.
Yuki was pissed again. She was pretty.
-In the Police Station-
"How could you lose her?" A tall, burly man pounded his hand on the police chief's desk.
"Mr. Montosuwa," the police chief replied, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands. "This is the third time you've come here asking us to find your daughter. We figured you would have this problem settled by now."
Mr. Montosuwa clenched his right hand into a fist. "Find her. Bring her back."
The police chief sighed heavily, pressing a hand to his forehead. He felt far too young to have to do these kinds of things on a weekly basis. "We'll do our best, sir."
-Back at Yuki's House-
"Shuichi Shindou..." she muttered, still not quite believing what she was seeing.
"Yes, that's him. Now tell me, are you planning on mooching off me and hiding out here," Yuki asked coldly. "If I need to do more shopping, it would be nice to know ahead of time."
Alira looked at Yuki, suddenly seeing him in a new light. "Can I?"
"Do I have a choice?" he replied. When she shook her head and picked up her backpack again, he closed his eyes. "I need another drink."
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