Sho Must Go On or the Biography of an Idol
Sho leaned back on the table smugly watching the security guards drag a struggling Kyoko out of the studio, yelling useless threats at him over her shoulder. He gave a little laugh while thinking to himself "well that's that! Heh! It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, getting rid of that clingy ball and chain even if there was too much drama. If she thinks she can surpass me in showbiz popularity she's dumber than I thought. Hehe!"
Sho was really surprised actually. He initially thought Kyoko would give him more grief when he began gradually staying out later and later until he didn't even bother to come home at all except to pick up random articles from their shared apartment. He had planned on surreptitiously weaning her off him until she finally realized he didn't need her anymore, go home and keep his folks distracted enough stop them nagging him to death about giving up on being a singer. His last visit to the apartment (that Kyoko worked multiple jobs to pay for) was really just to pick up his remaining things and to make the final move into the building occupied by his manager Shoko.
Life was going to be so much easier in so many ways. It was closer to his work, his manager, and what he really anticipated, ready access to a delectable, mature and willing, sleeping partner who didn't hang on his sleeve every time he walked in the door.
Kyoko had been so hard working, tenacious and resilient and so incredibly clueless when it came to the reason for his extended absences. He had been carefully avoiding the inevitable confrontation right up until the moment Shoko had precipitated that most uncomfortable scene by inadvertently putting him on the spot just when, unbeknownst to him, Kyoko had come naively waltzing into the studio with a lunch of all things, right out of the blue. He brooded on the memory and thought to himself. "What a pain! Tche! Well at least she didn't cry that's a good thing, though I could have done without the burger, fries and ketchup splattered all over my favourite shirt!" Her dark attitude had startled him and he unconsciously rubbed his neck remembering the choking feeling he got when she started to rant at him.
"I can't believe you just did that to a childhood friend!" Shoko was shocked and more than just a little annoyed at him. She enjoyed the benefits her young client and lover provided but it wouldn't do to have their intimate relationship discovered because of the conflict of interest and her age gap with a minor. The recent scene could have repercussions since there were witnesses.
"Pfft! She'll get over it and go home just like you wanted." Sho sidled up to Shoko and slid his hand around her waist. "Then you and I can spend all the time we want together!"
Shoko slapped it away. "This not appropriate behaviour here!" She hissed under her breath.
"Che! What a prude!" Sho was immediately sulky. It wasn't any fun if he couldn't flirt with her in public.
Sho's choosing Kyoko to come with him to Tokyo had all been because she was dedicated to him, she was well trained by his mother to serve, she worked really hard and he thought she would be way too busy working to get on his nerves. Boy was he wrong about that. It was so annoying and tiring after a long day at the studio having to put up with her chirpy questions about his songs and her constant compliments about how great he was. Boooorrrring! All he wanted to do was sit down and watch his favourite mindless comedy shows eat pudding and drop his guard. He hated fawning women in a personal relationship. That aspect of a woman was only good for screaming, sighing and crying fan girls who really ramped up his popularity not to mention his self-esteem. He preferred a woman who maintained her appearance, was self-confident and independent, who other men coveted and there was nobody he knew like that in his age group especially Kyoko who was like a dog when he showed up at the apartment wagging her invisible tail desperately trying to please him. God she wasn't even pretty - just a plain skew haired frizzy frump all tired from work trying to act cheerful. Plus she was so innocent with her unrealistic fairy-tale dreams of a pure Prince and Princess getting married in a castle of all things - talk about barfing rainbows! Ugh! He had been aware of her crush for him all along but it wasn't enough for him to have a naive little girl with a puppy love. He wanted someone who saw him as a man and was willing to acknowledge and respond to his sexual needs which were really revved up after a concert and coming home to Kyoko was a real downer for that. Since he had reached Number 7 on the popularity scale it was much easier for him to pick up a groupie find a hotel and skip out on Kyoko's grovelling. At least he got something more out of a groupie encounter than fatuous admiration. He could that anywhere.
He reflected on one of the rare occasions when they had gone out together shopping for some appropriate visual kei clothes for him to wear for a gig. They had walked by a window of some girly boutique. He noticed Kyoko stop, entranced by a gaudy glass swan cosmetic dispenser. She had blurted out the name Odette after some stupid ballet character. Sho had been a bit impatient, after all they were out shopping for him, but he was curious. "You want that?" He remembered thinking "Wow! I wonder if she's thinking of glamming herself up a little. Hmm. Should I offer to buy it for her? I've been getting more pay lately."
"No no! I don't need it, where would I have any use for it?!" Kyoko's instant denial and rejection of the item threw a damper on his impulsive urge. "Oh well her loss." Sho had thought to himself. "Let's go I need to get something with chains and leather." He shook himself out of that reminiscence. "God why am I wasting my time thinking about that girl? She's gone and good riddance!"
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