Story Title: Hate me, Or Love Me
Rating: Teen, for slight cursing and possible Adult themes
Pairings: Contestshipping(later on), and slight Advancedshipping. May be additional pairings.
A/N: Yes, I'm using the Japanese names and some suffixes. This is how the original story was wrote, and I will continue using the names and suffixes. If it's unberable for you to read, then I will make an English version and e-mail it to all who request a copy.
Summary: [Slight twist on Skip Beat! plot, but quickly branches away] Haruka has lived under the shadow of Satoshi for eight years as a house maid, hoping that he will one day return her affections. Unfortunately, this is simply a dream that is later crushed by Satoshi dismissing her from living with him. Haruka challenges Satoshi out of fury, claiming that she could become more famous than he in one year compared to his eight year climb to fame. Having accepted the challenge, Haruka falls back on her friendship with Shuu who tries to offer her moral support, but there's something weird going on with Shuu. Can Haruka meet the rising odds to become famous and also find what's wrong with Shuu?
"Satoshi, you bastard!" yelped Haruka as she tried to contain her building fury.
"I don't need your…'services' anymore, Haru-kun," Satoshi replied mockingly, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Scoundrel. No, Devil. She had been deceived a devil in angel's clothing.
"I've done practically everything for you since we were kids... and this... this is how you repay me?" the brunette spat, fists clenching tighter with every second that passed. 'Contain yourself, Haruka. Schooling this bastard isn't going to make any difference just yet,' she inwardly reminded herself, as if to keep from landing that punch to his pretty-boy face.
"You've lived under my fame for eight years. I doubt you have much to complain about," Satoshi retorted, looking away, clearly uninterested in what the female had to say.
"Fame? Cripes, you sure have an ego for a practically B-list musician."
"B-list? Hah. Like you could do better, you ungrateful wench," Satoshi mused, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. His gaze was challenging in a childish way, and Haruka could feel hatred slithering up her throat like bile. No. Just a little more and she could show this 'friend' what he really meant to her.
Haruka's gaze hardened, intensity seeping into her sapphire irises as she stared down Satoshi like a lion and its prey. A grim smile yanked at the corner of her mouth before slowly wedging and spreading across her face. Her tone darkened, sounding eerie, and, well….evil, to Satoshi's ears.
"Me? Ungrateful? You haven't done a damn thing for yourself in years and you can still claim that I'm in your debt? Satoshi, you must be brain-dead to even consider that."
"Well," Satoshi paused, sitting up straighter after being caught of guard. A smirk had clearly plastered itself on his face, "I don't see you ranking on the charts or reaching stardom anytime soon, O baka-chan (stupid girl)"
Haruka did not flinch, even at his ridiculously childish insults. Satoshi was now the enemy, and she was trying her best to keep down all the non-sensical word vomit that was dying to be spilled.
"I could become more famous than you in one year than you have in the past eight!" the 19 year-old spat, her sapphire eyes set ablaze with the loathing that quickly spread itself throughout the room
"You.." his gaze darkened "You're on, you witch! Don't come back until you are accomplished, or even pretty, for that matter," the dark-headed boy sneered, slumping back in his chair. The last straw. Yes, this was it.
Haruka's gaze raked the youth from head to toe and finally she could feel the bitter words twist and burn in her mouth. If only she could let them out—yes, they would be enough to show him how she really felt about her childhood friend who had convinced her to move in with him into an Osaka apartment and perform all of his chores in return for his affections. Yes, she had been stupid. This boy would never love her, no matter how much time she spent on him, and frankly she didn't want it anymore. He was insane—a womanizer who abused his power. Her gaze hardened as she leaned forward and summoned all her strength into the blow she landed on his right cheek. His eyes widened with slight surprise and the recognition of pain. Haruka was, indeed, very strong and he had bluntly called upon her strength. His hand inched over the now swollen area as he gazed disgustedly back at the girl.
"You…"
"I won't." she paused, attempting to calm once more. There was a point to be made, and violent words, she concluded, would not help her. "I won't come back. Ever. I don't need a worthless and childish boy to order me around anymore. I don't want it, and I won't have it. Consider this goodbye, Satoshi, or rather good-riddance." Haruka replied coolly, sapphire eyes icy like her tone. Slowly, she turned and walked away. Away from the boy who had ruined eight years of her life. Away from the unrequited love and deception she had faced for so long. Away from all the lies. Yes, away from it all.
"Good luck in hell, devil lady," Satoshi called, waving in a mocking manner. She heard this and dared not to turn around.
"Same to you, wretch."
Lupeh: Ahhh. That was a pretty badly wrote chapter, however, I ask that everyone at least try to read the on-coming chapters. I write most of them in advance, so I'm usually 1 or 2 chapters ahead of the published one, so I can tell where the story is going. The Prologue is annoying to write, but it's really going to be rolling after chapter 3.
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