Hello there. :)

This is my first english story. I've actually written a few fanfictions in german and posted them on a german site.

But, well, this story isn't really popular there and I haven't got any reviews.

I'm german and I'm not that good in english so please excuse grammar an word mistakes.

I'm still learning. ;)

I'm hoping you'll like it.

Chapter 1:

A brown umbrella

With gloomy thoughts Tsubasa was starring at the wet pavement. The black-haired boy was sitting on that very ground, completely drenched from rain and looked into the distance. The tears that ran down his cheeks weren't able to be told apart with the raindrops and his dripping hair was hanging over his face.

Kohei Tsubasa, a 20-year-old boy, who had grown up without a mother. His father, who had been a pretty well-known idol, had died a few months ago. Because, however his father had remarried and Minako, Tsubasa's stepmother and his half-sister Kimiko were integrated into the family, it seemed that the boy wouldn't have to go through that hard time alone. But after his father's death the two changed. His stepmother became a true fury and his half-sister a real diva. Tsubasa was sent to work to earn money for them.

Now it had happened that Tsubasa had lost his job as a waiter due to time delay. Of course, the two women in the household were not happy about that. Without further ado they threw the black-haired out of the house.

Now we arrived back in the present.

Tsubasa was already sitting three hours in the rain, as something was thrown on his lap. Green eyes looked up and snatched a quick look at a young man with silver, spiky hair. Then, he turned his attention to the thrown object.

It was an umbrella...

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An annoyed Ranmaru waited impatiently for Reiji, who took plenty of time for changing his clothes. The two had an appointment with Camus and Ai at the Studio to record some songs for the next album. The silver-haired looked at the wall clock that hung in the living room; they were already 35 minutes too late.

Ranmaru snorted annoyed and glanced out of the big window. It was raining. He grimaced and went back to his room, searching for an umbrella. Because the members of STARISH were doing just something else, soothing silence met Ranmaru's ears as he stepped into the room.

He took the small brown umbrella out of the closet and lovingly stroked over his bass, which stood beside it, before he left the room and waited in front of the entrance of the mansion.

"Ran-Ran! What's with the grim face? ", a cheerful Reiji called to him. The brown-haired was running towards him, wearing a black and white striped shirt, a pair of jeans and a Brown anorak, moreover, a chain with a blue stone was dangling around his neck.

Ranmaru's face was still grim. "That took you so long?", he asked annoyed. Reiji played offended and looked to the side. "Not anybody can look like a wannabe-rocker.", said the brown-haired. The silver-haired narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent. He wore his typical black shirt with a dark blue tie and his black and white checkered vest.

The two had just been out of the door, as the brown-haired opened up a huge umbrella, under that also Ranmaru would have found a place. However, the silver-haired deliberately kept distance, which had Reiji giggle amused. With his hands in his pockets, the umbrella hanging around his wrist, he walked behind the cheerful, which went the quickest route to the Studio, which was only a few blocks away from the master-course-estate.

Ranmaru only snorted annoyed as a response and walked silently. As the two of them arrived at a crossroad, at which they've to wait at a traffic light, until it would switch, the silver-haired caught a gaze of a huddled figure, which sat on the wet pavement, eyes to the ground.

Ranmaru's normal reaction now would have been, that he'd have averted the gaze uninterested in order to follow Reiji over the street, that the brown-haired was about to cross. However the silver-haired could recognize the gaze in the eyes of the figure, and this let him pause.

He knew that gaze, it even was very known to him. He closed his eyes for a short moment and remembered is own reflection. The same gaze from other eyes seemed to jump against him. Eyes full of mourning, pain, fear and despair.

Ranmaru sighed and let his feet finally carry him into the proximity of the huddled figure. Some meters away from it, he stopped and looked shortly at it. It was a boy with black hair, which stuck dripping in his face; his green eyes were dull and full of mourning and despair. The silver-haired sighed silently and gave the brown umbrella in his hand a short gaze, before he tossed it on the boy's lap without further ado.

Then, he turned around quickly on his heels and came back to the brown-haired, which, in the meantime, stood on the other side of the street, the rain repelled by his big orange umbrella. Ranmaru didn't look back and finally reached his band-colleague, who looked slightly perplexed at him. "What?!", the silver-haired said upset and went passed him.

"Nothing, nothing.", he replied. However Reji couldn't helped it but wondered where Ranmaru's umbrella was, that he had carried at his wrist.

As the two of them finally arrived at the studio after crossing more streets, they were already expected by an impatient Camus and a neutrally looking Ai. "You are too late.", the blue-eyed Camus noticed with a rejecting expression. "Not my problem.", Ranmaru replied and passed the two to go into the Interior of the building.

"Reiji was wasting time with changing clothes.", Ai said and followed the silver-haired into the studio. Camus only gave Reiji one annoying look and went with the brown-haired after the other band-members.

The silver-haired stroked through his wet hair and let his gaze move around. The co-workers of the studio did the last checkups and let the four members of Quartet Night wait in the recording room.

"Use an umbrella next time.", the blond-haired suddenly spoke and Ranmaru gave him an annoying look. "You make the whole studio wet. Water muffles the sound too much.", Camus added and couldn't care less about Ranmaru's gazes. Reiji laughed slightly. "Seems that Ran-Ran has lost his umbrella on the way.", the brown-haired interfered.

Now, Ai also became aware. "How can one lose an umbrella in the rain? The likelihood, that this happens, is very low, almost only 5 percent." Ranmaru only rolled his eyes and concentrated on the recording-microphone in front of him, the headphones he'd already put on.

During the recordings, Ranmaru's thoughts weren't completely on the song that he was singing with the others. Much more, they wandered to the figure of that boy, to which he had thrown the umbrella. Something told him, that he'd see this umbrella again very soon.

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Tsubasa had stared at the brown umbrella, which was wrapped together lying on his lap for approximately 10 minutes, the rain still crackled thoughtlessly on his head, however, the tears had dried up. The dim thoughts had vanished from his head and he thought about the silver-haired guy instead, that had given him that umbrella.

Why should somebody make the effort of giving him an umbrella? He doubted that there was somebody, who cared about his health, or whether he was wet, or not. Even Tsubasa wasn't really interested in his currently condition. Besides his father, nobody was ever interested in this.

Slowly but surely he sensed the tears arising again and quickly displaced the thought of his father. Wasn't his death, the beginning of Tsubasa's misery? The black-haired shook silently his head. His father carried no blame, he couldn't have suspected how profit-seeking his new wife and daughter would become. No, his father had no idea how much Tsubasa would suffer from them.

At this moment, he wished to be back at his father's side. His father, who had always read a history to him in the evenings, as he was younger. His father, who had sung with him for hours and had admired Tsubasa's clear voice, which was hated and despised by Minako and Kimiko. The boy simply knew no more, what he should believe.

Nobody besides his father and the left family-members had ever heard him singing, and therefore the black-haired couldn't really form an opinion himself. And singing was very precious to him. He almost despaired, then he thought about his voice sounding dreadful for people, or that other people remained automatically distant towards him because of it. Or would they rather avoid him like the plague?

Tsubasa closed his green eyes and sighed frustrated. The umbrella in his hand was nearly forgotten while the tears ran over his cheeks again and mixed themselves with the streaming rain.

I hope you liked it. :)

I'd be really happy if you write reviews. I'd really like to know, if the characters are OOC, or not.

Bye,

Lumina13