Author Note:

Welcome readers! So I haven't written a FanFiction in eons but I was requested to write this so I figured I might as well post it while I'm at it.

Now something that should be known about my writing is that I'm a detailist. My work will probably have much more detail than a fanfiction needs but blah, I don't care!

Personally, I rather like Beauty Pop-which most would be surprised by that knowledge- but it must be known that I tend to be a rather dark writer. That being said I must add a warning here.

Later chapters will be rated M, most likely, and the story all together will have some moments that could really end up straining the imagination and calling for sympathy. If there are any questions about anything, or any insights whatsoever, please feel free to post a review or simply inbox me! I hope you enjoy the story!

Heeere we goooo~

No Matter Where She's The Same…?

Red curtains with green vines curling up the folds waved a good morning as the wind whispered into the room from the open window they hid. The alarm hadn't gone off yet but already there was a sound of scurrying around just beyond the white painted door across the far too neat and Spartan room. The pearly white paint with a gold tinted finish seemed all too symmetrical and decorated to be anything other than a hotel room, yet at the same time there were posters up across the room and the back of the door was littered with photos. A stuffed cat sat on a small desk, leaning against a parched plant with a paw over a stack of letters and a pair of scissors lying on the corner under the first few. On the chair were a hat and a jean jacket as well as a backpack shaped like a monkey that had the head half torn off with stuffing sinking out of it. On the floor, besides the tan carpet, were some disregarded clothing and shoes, as well as a few sketch books that had pages torn out and crumpled up spilling out of a metal wastepaper basket.

Suddenly, an aggravating beeping sound began to echo through the room, filling it with not only the alarm to wake up but groans from the huddled mass on the bed. Hidden under cream coloured sheets, the comforter having been kicked to the edge of the bed earlier that night, was a bundle that began wiggling and moving until an arm popped out and reached for the alarm radio. Slapping the 'snooze' button, the arm disappeared once again. This wasn't the end, however, for within moments there was a pounding on the door that only made the groans come from the mass once again.

"Kiri! Wakey wakey! Mama's gonna be late!" The pounding on the door continued for a few moments until the arm slipped free of the bundle again and pulled a pillow with it, throwing it toward the door just as it opened and hitting a young woman in the face. Emi Koshiba froze with an 'ack' as the pillow fell onto the floor. Her arms shot up into the air and waved around slightly. "What was that for! Kiri you're such a mean girl!" Crying slightly, Emi hung her head but it didn't have the effect she wanted.

"Mom, get out of your pajamas and I'll wake up." Emi, with another eep, looked down and noted that her daughter was correct. Laughing awkwardly, she grinned.

"Oh, haha, yeah…well get ready so we can get over to the set!" She ran into the room, hugged the wiggling mass, and then ran out of the room. Just as the door shut the sheets flew off the bed and A young woman appeared. Yawning loudly, Kiri Koshiba scratched the back of her head and looked around with a dull expression. She hated this place. Everything was so white and 'perfect'. She missed her house where there were cracks in the wall and things were out of sorts. She missed the imperfections. Another knock, though not on the door, echoed from outside and Kiri sighed, shaking her head.

"What did she break now…?" With a small huff, Kiri got up and started searching for some clothes for the day. Once she was dressed, in green cameo pants and a gray t-shirt, Kiri stood in front of her door blocking out the sounds of her mother rummaging around the hotel apartment. Taped up on the door were a good amount of pictures and just like every day she couldn't help but stop and look at them. Most of them were of a group of teenagers though some were of little kids or competition photos.

One year ago Kiri had been in Japan. She met a foolish young hairstylist and his group called the Scissor Project, or S.P. and she fought for them, for their group, and for her own home and skills. The pictures of the group were mainly of them, all of them, even herself. Sure, Kiri always had some friends to talk with and walk with, like Kanako and Tarutard, but to have all her old friends back and mixed with the new ones; it had really made things different for the better. Sighing, she reached out and pulled down a picture of she and two boys, both giving each other nasty looks behind her, while she held Shampoo to her head baiting him with a fish snack. A slow smirk came to her lips as she looked down at Naru-Naru and Occhi-Senpai. She missed them…all of them. Replacing the picture, she finally opened the door.

Bandana on as always, Seiji Koshiba was just lighting a cancer stick when Kiri finally emerged. He noticed how she didn't have the monkey bag her friend, or as he called the young man her boyfriend, had bought her a few months earlier. The second thing he noticed was the look on her face, one he had been use to since she was told she could tape up those picture, yet one he hated all the same. "What's with you?" It was routine now and he knew what was coming.

"Nothing…where's shampoo?" Kiri looked around as if she thought the fat cat would walk over at any moment. If only she had some fish snacks! That surely would bring him out from his hiding.

"We left him with the Komatsu's remember?" Seiji sighed as she looked up at him vacantly, though, and then nodded as if she had known all along, which he knew she did. It had been a year and still she wasn't use to this at all, or at least she was trying her hardest not to be. Reaching forward, he grabbed a few strands of her hair and examined the edges. "It's getting longer every day, are you going to cut it back down?"

"What's the point?" Before he could ask her another question, Kiri put her hands in her pockets and walked to the main door, leaving the hotel apartment and slipping out into the hallway to wait for her mother. Seiji just stared after her and sighed. He knew Kiri was keeping in contact with her friends, or at least she had been up until a few months ago when she stopped after her birthday and he wished that Emi hadn't been set up on another movie. He wanted to bring Kiri back to Japan, even if just for a small time, but with Emi's schedule it was near impossible and Emi couldn't bare if she went alone.

Taking a puff of his cancer stick, Seiji opened Kiri's door and looked in before sighing. "She's such a pig." He shook his head and started to clean up after her, having nothing else to do. At one point he bumped into the door and it closed but he didn't pay attention as he walked over to the window. They were in one of the apartments on the top floor of the hotel rented out for the workers on the movie they were now filming. Looking down toward the ant like street, Seiji watched Kiri and Emi get into a cab and drive off toward the set. When he turned around he saw a photo on the floor and picked it up, a smirk forming on his lips. The photo was the same as Kiri had been looking at earlier, the two boys in the background sneering evilly at one another. Seiji had taken the photo over a year ago and it was an interesting day that was for sure. He was about to put it back up on her little collage of a door when he noticed some words written on the back. Being the nosy father he is, Seiji turned the photo over and examined what was sprawled over in a very neat handwriting, though it was obvious there were two writers.

Koshiba san (Puffy Head),

Tomorrow you leave us (HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? WITH NO NOTICE?) and we'll all miss you. If any crude comments are squeezed in I'm afraid that's Shougo's fault. (DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!) We'll all come see you as soon as we can and we wish you well in L.A. Don't forget us. (LIKE YOU WOULD!) And if you ever want us to make sure Narumi never talks to you again I can arrange that. (HEY!)

Sincerely,

Kauhiko Ochiai and Shougo Narumi

(P.S. Ochiai will always be a know-it-all so don't be surprised if he stalks any data he can get on you hehe)

(P.S.S. Don't listen to Narumi!)

Seji chuckled and shook his head as he put the picture back. Those two were going to be trouble someday, that he knew for sure. Laughing slightly, he rubbed the back of his head. Who was he kidding, those two were already trouble. Once everything was cleaned up he left Kiri's room and threw he clothes in the basket for laundry later. Now he had nothing to do, since he wasn't needed on set until after the morning rehearsals anyway.

Tink Tink

Turning toward the sound, Seiji noticed that his computer, which Emi must have turned on earlier to look at an email-from Iroi no doubt-, was on and an email had popped up. Sitting down, and taking another long drawl of his cigarette, he read the email over. Before it was even done he was smirking, finding it oddly ironic. He turned and looked at the calendar that Emi had made- "It's a scrapbook of our first month here as a FAMILY! Oh isn't it just the cutest thing?"- in his head he was trying to line up the school schedule in Japan. "Ah, it's about that time then…" Smirking, Seiji leaned back in his chair and looked at the calendar again. He couldn't help being in a better mood. Maybe this would finally get Kiri back to her old self…at least she'd be a little less gloomy then.