Kate: Attention! This is the biggest project Kat and I have started so far. This is mainly KOZUMI KOZUMI KOZUMI (since there are soooo many Kozumi supporters out there) but since I personally don't support Kozumi that much, I will add hints of Izuichi and Takumi if and when I feel like it! :P AHHH!! How could I have forgotten? KOUKOU!!! KOUKOU and KOUKOU!!! ^.^
Also, there will be a total change in writing technique. As you can probably see, we're not using P.o.V.'s anymore like our other stories. Unless we get a lot of complaints, we will not change it.
Oh... this might be slight OOC. I can't imagine Kouji a singer myself...
Safety Precaution: There will be no Junpei bashing in this one, because I personally don't have anything against him. Even with this, I refuse to write Junzumi because I just find that hard to work with... sorry to all disappointed fans. (Kat: even better! Let's leave him out totally :P nah...he'll appear)
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Chapter One:
The mad crowd cheered wildly as a sixteen year old boy walked off the stage. The concert had been a humungous success, giving him the opportunity to visit Jiyuugaoka, his hometown for the first time after so many years as a singer.
His name? Kouji Minamoto.
"Kouji! You did it! You finally did it!" A blonde haired girl threw her arms around him happily. Kouji uncomfortably stiffened in embarrassment but did not complain. Izumi laughed, knowingly, and let go. Izumi was his closest friend, and if anyone else did what she had just done, they would be dead before they knew it.
Izumi was also his songwriter, meaning she wrote most of the lyrics he sung, including the one that made his concert such a big hit.
"We're going to be going to Jiyuugaoka tomorrow morning," she told him, nudging him in the side. "Aren't you glad? You'll be seeing your parents again for the first time in such a long time!"
Kouji sighed and glanced at nothing in particular. He wouldn't exactly say he had cared a lot about them. He knew they wanted the best for him, but sometimes the best wasn't what he always wanted.
"What's the matter?" Izumi asked lightly.
He shook his head. "Nothing."
"Mr. Minamoto. Your plane will be boarding 7:00 a.m. precisely tomorrow. You will be arriving at Jiyuugaoka at 10:00 a.m. Don't be late."
That was all his manager told him. Kouji sighed. Sometimes, he wished the manager would be much more thoughtful and show some concern for him rather than his profit. Of course, he didn't complain... that was Izumi's job.
"WHAT!? 7:00 AM! Does he want us to sleep? It's already 1:30 at night. That gives us less than 6 hours to sleep! ARGH!" she threw up her hands in anger, but the manager chose to ignore her.
"Come on, we'd better get some sleep then," she grumbled. I nodded and went home to prepare for the day to come.
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Kouichi Kimura, a sixteen year old boy, walked down the street towards his home. He had a lot on his mind, and wasn't much concentrating on the road before him. Suddenly, his mind snapped back to focus as he saw brilliant lights flashing in front of his house. He sprinted towards it. His mother was breathing heavily beneath a blanket of white.
"Mother!" He tried to make his way through the crowd but the ambulance attendants stopped him.
"What happened? Is my mother okay? What's going on?" he continued urgently, trying to pry his way through.
"She's just had a severe stroke and is in serious condition. We need to get her to the hospital right away," one of them told him. Kouichi was shocked, but held back tears.
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"Is she going to be ok?" Kouichi whispered coarsely, with a voice that did not seem to be his.
"Well, for the moment, her condition is not very stable. She needs a very expensive operation to recover. But for now, she's on coma. She won't be able to talk or move, but she should be able to hear you." The doctor looked at the boy with concern.
"An operation?" he mumbled in worriedly.
The doctor nodded. "It's going to be worth a million yen."
(Kate: I can't continue on like this, because I'm not Japanese and saying a million yen is funny to me. So...)
(Kat: lolz. Kouji: rich. Kouichi: poor. Lets see how this turns out.)
(Kate: grrrrr... so...? Kouji: okay. Kouichi: RULES!! :P)
---Refrain---
The doctor nodded. "It's going to be worth a million dollars."
(Kate: That doesn't sound right either... o well)
Kouichi's eyes widened. "A million?" he choked. The doctor nodded gravely.
"I know it's a lot, but we have to hire professional specialists for this. Your mother didn't seem to be very well even before the stoke making her condition worse," the doctor told him. Kouichi hung his head silently.
He knew his mother was a little ill before this happened, although she kept reassuring him that she was alright. He should've persisted on it... but now it was too late. He stared at the floor, hating himself.
"Hey, don't blame yourself kid," the doctor comforted. "No one knew this would happen..." Kouichi didn't reply, and the doctor decided to check up on some other patient.
Kouichi pushed through the white door, to see a tired women breathing feebly. He walked towards her and sat down on a nearby chair holding her hand.
He let a tear trickle down his pale face as he prayed for her recovery.
"Mother..."
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He stared down at the peaceful city below him. He frowned. This wasn't the city he remembered it to be. It seemed... different. He listened to the endless whirring of the enormous plane as his manager approached. Beside him, Izumi stirred slowly and blinked sleepily as she stretched. She suddenly realized that they had arrived.
"ALRIGHT! JIYUUGAOKA!" she screamed with delight as she hugged the shocked Kouji with happiness.
"Um... Izumi..." he mumbled.
"Oh, sorry," she quickly let go as the rest of the planes attendants stared at them politely.
"We're not there yet. The plane as been delayed," their manager growled angrily. "The stupid pilot decided to fly slower during the night." He hissed and walked away.
Izumi put on a long face, but soon turned optimistic again.
"Oh well, its just one concert right?"
Kouji smiled. He didn't care less if he had missed it or not. It wasn't important for him. In fact, he almost dreaded his reunion with his family. What would they say after so long with almost no contact? Would they still pester him?
As far as Kouji was concerned, the more delayed it was, the better.
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Morning was approaching. Kouichi spent the entire night at the lonely hospital without sleep, and finally decided it was time to leave. Now, he was watching as a man paced back and forth across the street aimlessly, while he still worried about his mother. He turned his gazed back towards the hard cement ground, which didn't seem to give him the support any more.
"Hey buddy!"
Kouichi jumped, surprised. The voice belonged to Takuya, his best friend.
Kouichi forced on a painful smile. "Hey..."
Takuya cocked his head. "What's the matter?"
Kouichi shook his head.
"Well anyway," Takuya said optimistically, "have you heard about the new singer coming to visit here today? I heard he's really good, and he's going to be performing sometime soon today!" He waved a couple of tickets in the air, smiling brilliantly.
"Well kid, your outta luck, because he's not here..."
Kouichi turned to see the man who was just pacing the streets, standing in front of what looked like his dressing shop. His eyes widened when he saw Kouichi.
"Mr. Minamoto! Y-you're... here? Why wasn't I informed?" he stuttered as he eagerly pushed Kouichi into his shop. Kouichi hobbled in, followed by Takuya who just hrugged.
"Um sir... I think you've got the wrong..." Kouichi started.
"No time to explain. We're an hour off schedule, but I think we can make your concert in time if there are no interruptions," he said quickly while throwing Kouichi an armful of flashy clothes. Kouichi opened his mouth to protest, but the man just pushed him into a dressing room and directed his attention to Takuya.
"Young man, what are you doing here? Get out!" he shooed.
"But I'm his friend... get it? FRIEND?" he retorted and matched his glare, for a glare.
"Well sorry!" the man apologized rudely and continued folding clothes. Takuya tapped his foot impatiently.
~Meanwhile~
Inside the dressing room, Kouichi was examining himself in a body-length mirror. 'Not bad,' he thought to himself, wondering why the size and trimming fit him perfectly.
"Are you done yet?" Takuya complained loudly outside. Kouichi stepped out, to find his friend gapping at him.
"Wow, you could've fooled me into thinking you were a singer..." he complimented. Kouichi frowned.
"Right... well after I find out what's going on..."
"Mr. Minamoto! You're done? Good. You'd better revise your lines, you have around 15 minutes before the concert," he passed Kouichi a few sheets of papers.
"Lines?" Kouichi blinked. The man gave him a flabbergasted look and left.
"You've got to get me out of here. I think this guy thinks I'm that singer you're talking about!" Kouichi moaned, while Takuya grinned brightly.
"Well, I think you should take your chances with it! I mean, I'm sure you don't sing that badly," he encouraged.
Kouichi gave him a dark look. "Right... and this won't have anything with you refunding your tickets now will it Takuya...?" Takuya gave him a sly grin.
"Mr. Minamoto. You'll be on in 5 minutes."
Kouichi's jaw dropped. "Great, now I won't even be able to have to time to change!" They dashed out the door, only to bump into a million fan girls on their way down.
"KOUJI!!!!!" they swarmed at them, forcing Takuya and Kouichi to run back and slam the door at their faces.
"Kouji?" Takuya gasped, and gave him a confused look. Kouichi shrugged. They listened to the background.
~Background~
*Now, let's give it to the star you've been all waiting for tonight... the one and only KOUJI!!*
The crowd screamed and cheered wildly. Then the noise calmed down, and became unsteady.
*Is that the BEST YOU CAN DO???"
The crowd cheered again, this time more loudly then the last.
~End of Background~
"Mr. Minamoto!" The man appeared and grabbed him furiously. "Your fans are waiting... and I had it up to here with the screaming!"
He then pushed Kouichi onto the stage. Kouichi struggled to see through the blinding light while the noise grew louder, pounding hard into his ears.
"KOUJI!" the crowd cheered. It took all he could to keep from crumbling. He looked back at the man, who kept giving gestures to continue. Angrily, he walked back, as the crowd gave a 'fan-ish' complain.
"What's the deal here?" the man asked furiously. Kouichi stared back with equal ferocity.
"For your information, I am not this 'singer' that you think I am. I'm just an ordinary boy who probably looks a lot like this guy everyone wants, since I was able to fool you and them all!"
The man's jaw dropped.
"Your not..."
"NO! I'm not! I'm really sorry, truly I am! But I can't just pretend to be someone I'm not. I don't even know his guy! We're not even related!"
Authors' Note:
Kate: Kouichi... you still don't know do u.... tsk tsk :P
Kat: *shakes head* STUPID Kouichi :D
Kate: *makes sure that no one's looking and puts up illegal finger*
Kat: AWWW!!!!! *points accusing finger* :\ I'm gonna tell mom!... lets get on with the story though ^-^
Kate: *blushes* sorry about that... is this is PG-13 right? Oh, and also, what kind of ending is this?? *cough* Kat? *cough* :D well anyway, how do you like it? Please R+R