Prologue The Red Head

I scaled up the walls and jumped across the roof.

"KUUUU! This feels so good!" I yelled as I felt the wind blow through my long red hair and my long katana bag bouncing on my back. I jumped into an alley way and did a front flip and finally dragged my feet on the walls, slowing down. I took out a small piece of paper from my pocket.

Ummm...I think it should be...here...

I looked up at the brick building. 765 Productions. I applied a job here because...well I wanted to be an Idol. I gulped some air and entered the small building. I closed my eyes and went up the stairs. I stopped and stared at a door.

765 Productions

I smiled and extended my arms and touched the door handle to see my hands shiver. I looked at my hands and grabbed my wrist with my other arm and twisted it forcefully, opening the door.

The room felt empty, with only the producer I met a few days ago to interview me.

"Oh, so you are Kazama Akira," the producer said. He wore a white buttoned shirt with blue striped necktie and with black dress pants.

"Yes." I smiled. I wore a white hoodie with black wind breakers. "an interview, right?"

"Yeah," the producer smiled. I gave him a small piece of paper with all my personal information on it. "So, why did you want to become an idol?" he asked.

I looked at him with a big question on my face. "Why? Of course, because I love music?"

He looked at me with a confident face and went on.

"Do you have any hobbies?" he asked.

"Kendo, Judo, Karate, Parkour...singing, composing and dancing!" I replied in a list.

He looked at the piece of paper and had a confused face.

The interview eventually ended and the chief also came in too.

"So, when should I come back to the office?" I asked. I still had time until everyone else got here.

"Well, you should probably wait a few hours. They should be here about 4 o'clock," the producer said. I grabbed my kendo bag and left for the door.

"Well then, I'll be going. I'll be back by 3," I yelled as I left the door.

"Oi! Akira!" I jumped off a flight of stairs and rolled.

I opened the door and ran outside, scaling walls, yet again. I ran across the roof from roof to jump into an open window.

"I'm home!" I yelled smiling in the empty house.
No one, like always
I threw my equipment on my bed of the room. The white color of my room filled my eyes and I lay down on the bed. I slowly closed my eyes, hugging my black pillow.

Few hours later...

WAKE UP! YOU LAZY ASS B****
I jumped out of bed at my alarm of my "mom." She abused me for years, until I ran away.
I looked at the time. 3:30... I streched in my room and walked up to The ledge of the window and jumped onto the neighbors roof, and sprinted to the office.

I was still in my normal clothes, but my hair was tucked in my hoodie. Jumped off the building next to 765 Pro and rolled. I entered the building and waited for the "cue,"

"So what us the surprise, Mr. Producer?"

"Hurry up!"

"Well, we have a new idol jooning us. Please come in."

That was my cue. I opened the door and took off my hood, revealing my crimson blood hair, that reached my waist.

"Good afternoon. I am Kazama Akira, 3rd year on high school. Hope we can get along!" I smiled.

Everyone stared at me and I kinda felt weird.

"Ummm... is there something wrong?" I asked awkwardly. They kept staring at me.

Jiiiiiiii...

I sweatdropped.

"Male or female?"

"Eh?"

"Are you a boy or a girl? Mami wants to know!"

I sighed.
"I'm a boy... I know, but my parents made me dress like a girl and...yeah.."
I chuckled.

They stared at me and sweatdropped. I smiled.

"It's fine. I'm more like a girl anyway,"

"Well, let's put our hands together,"

"Ready? 765 Pro! FIGHT!"