Summary – Being a superstar had its perks. There was the fame, the parties, the women. What if one event changes the life of Mamoru Chiba forever? Now trying to become a better person, it'll take one person to open his eyes.
Author's Notes: I know. I write stories and never finish them! I have the time on my hands to finish this and my other stories as well. If you check out my profile, you'll be fully updated on everything I'm planning. Also feel free to add me on Twitter and Livejournal! I'm a Twitter addict. I hope this is okay for my past fans and my future fans. I'm trying something new. This idea came to me out of nowhere. I think it's pretty creative. Anyways, I'm done blabbing. Enjoy!
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The city of angels was exactly what he dreamed it to be. Moving away from home at the young age of seventeen, Mamoru Chiba fell into the American entertainment business and he fell hard. Hollywood never encountered such a dominant young Japanese musician. His record label was near bankruptcy when they made the decision to separate the teen from the home he had known. Unlike most people, Mamoru left without a single goodbye. He never regretted not looking back. At least, he didn't regret it yet.
The night air and crowded Los Angeles streets were his home. Nearly two in the morning, a nineteen year-old rock star stumbled out of LAX with his arms wrapped around two future Playboy centerfold models. The three were obviously intoxicated, underage, and dense. "Dude, where in the hell is my limo?" Mamoru asked violently pushing the girls off him. The blonde only laughed while the brunette snuffed.
"I told you we could have taken our limo back to the house. Do you listen? No. You just insist you know your way around here because your limo is so cool." The brunette said as she lit a cigarette. The pink sequined mini-dress she wore shimmered as the moonlight hit it. She flipped her long artificial locks over her shoulder as she blew smoke out of her mouth.
"Damn, Bambi, chill. We'll get home. Live a little. It's summer of 06 baby!" The blonde screamed as she jumped up and down, nearly flashing the people behind her. Bambi only scowled at her friend and rolled her eyes. By that time Mamoru had taken out his cell phone.
"Rick, who the fuck told you that you could leave? What do you mean you got hungry? There's shit in the limo to eat! Look bring your ass back here in less than five or you'll be hearing from Brooks understand? Never mind, I don't even want to see your damn face." The cell snapped shut and Mamoru felt his muscles get tense. He never waited for anything in his career. He was Mamoru Chiba for God's sake! Narcotic Records owed him. He took a deep breath of the night air and snatched Bambi's cigarette out of her hand.
"Hey!" She exclaimed.
"First of all, whoever told you smoking makes you look cool or thin or whatever lied. You look like a dirty wench. Second of all, don't you ever talk to me like that or you'll find yourself in a back alley bleeding out of your ears. You understand?" Mamoru said crisply as he stared into the girl's eyes. Bambi, who was born in Brooklyn and was always tough, wanted to cry. For the first time in her life, she heard some guy talk to her as if he owned her. Bambi's friend stood besides her rubbing her back as they both watched Mamoru walk down the street.
"Mel, what in the hell just happened?" Bambi asked. The petite blonde only shrugged.
"I don't know but that guy is cold."
His apartment smelled of cigarettes and cologne. As he pushed through the clutter on the floor, he growled. He had a maid. Why in the hell wasn't she doing her job? The tall boy made his way into the bathroom. After turning on the water in the sink, he looked at his midnight blue eyes in the mirror. This was his life. Every night he went out on the streets of Los Angeles, found some new model, actress, singer, or porn star to hook up with, got annoyed easily by her childish antics, and went home.
He didn't remember how he met Bambi and Melanie. He didn't remember where they came from. He just remembered that he was sitting in the VIP section of LAX. A little while later, two girls where exchanging shots with him. They were fun while he was completely buzzed. When the buzz started to wear off, he became weary of them. He could have hit a few lines of coke and made it worth his time. Eventually, Bambi's big mouth would have gotten him arrested. He definitely was not interested in pulling jail time.
Mamoru sighed and splashed cool waterr on his face. His eyes had a few dark circles under him. The past two years of partying were starting to show on his face. He remembered fighting with a make-up artist over it during one of his shoots. How in the hell did Americans expect him to live? They shipped him to their country to party and only got pissed when he did. "Backwards logic." Mamoru muttered as he turned the water off. The boy walked through the bathroom into his large bedroom and stripped off his shirt. Only wearing a black muscle shirt that contrasted well on his tanned skin, Mamoru pulled the covers off of his bed and fell into his mattress. Only a few minutes later, he found himself drowning into a deep sleep.
Hundreds of young girls stood outside in the Los Angeles heat. Fan memorabilia for Mamoru Chiba covered the sidewalks as high-pitched screams crowded the air. It was a Monday afternoon and still the fan turnout was unperceived. A petite Japanese-American girl and her best friend waited patiently. They were luckily the owners of the fourth and fifth spots in the line. Today was the day. After two whole years, they were finally going to meet Mamoru! "Georgie, how do I look?" the girl asked as she spun around for her best friend to see. Georgina squealed.
"You look like Mamoru's future wife!" The girl and her friend squealed even louder as they hugged. "Saki, you are so awesome. If your parents hadn't gotten us these tickets, we would have never ever in a million years been able to meet him. Can you imagine? The two of us, standing right in front of Mamoru as he signs his CD! I will keep this forever and give it to my children. NO! My grandchildren. NO WAIT! My great-great grandchildren!" Saki only laughed as her friend continued her dramatics. Georgina was bubbly and full of life every day of the year. When Saki moved to Los Angeles from Philadelphia, Georgina was the first person to greet her. They had been best friends ever since. She was only a few inches taller than Saki and had a style of her own. Georgina wasn't into fancy designers and usually shopped in the thrift stores.
Meanwhile, Saki's family were completely conservative. Saki always attended the best all-girl private schools. She was accustomed to wearing uniforms and even on her free days, most of her clothes were black or navy blue. Her parents gave her a little freedom when they moved to Los Angeles. Of course they had no idea that Saki and Georgina had matching tattoos. Saki had dark brown hair down her back. She was very simple and inspired to be a fashion designer. There were plenty of opportunities for her bright future in Los Angeles.
Whatever happened between the two of them, Georgina and Saki made the best of their everyday lives. They just had no idea that today was the day that both of their lives would change forever. Mamoru Chiba played a huge part in the past two years of their lives. They had never met him and would only see him on TV and at concerts. Mamoru Chiba was definitely a life-changer and usually it wasn't in a good way.