This was actually my first dedicated story. I started writing it when I was without internet for about a month or two sometime in March '08, and the inspiration hasn't left since. I hope you enjoy it.
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Kanon Wakeshima had just finished her final recording at the studio for the day. Watching through the large window, A blank, stern, Mana-sama clapped a few times, looking at the tiny woman with a deep stare. Kanon knew her producer was pleased with her recording, which always gave her that sense of satisfaction.
She nodded once in response him, setting her bright red cello to the side with a low sigh. The technicians of the studio complimented Kanon on a job well done, then bowed to Mana-sama, leaving the studio. Kanon rose to her feet, walking out of the recording cubicle to the main control room, standing in front of her producer.
The usual silent and blank Mana-sama had smirked at the woman with thick, firm, ebony painted lips. Wrapping his arms around the petite woman's waist, he pulled her tightly to him. Kanon was used to this, and she enjoyed every bit of it. he usually loved playing the role of a timid, innocent, submissive.
The pale man towered over the cellist, and would use this to his advantage. He ran his palm up the petite woman's thigh, roughly pinning her against the large recording window that was behind them. Kanon emitted a low, mischevious, laugh, knowing that they weren't leaving anytime soon. This was the secret relationship between the elegant singing cellist and her mysterious Producer.
Meanwhile, on a plane headed for Tokyo, a young female musician had thought about Mana-sama and wondered where he did she know, he was doing the last thing she would ever expect.
Later that night, The young female musician and her band finally reached Tokyo, Japan. They arrived from a 14 hour flight departing from the United States, meeting the vocalist's mother. The band members were Japanese, but the lead vocalist was a born and raised American. She referred to herself and to the media as Hana, never revealing her full given name.
Standing at 5'6, 120 lbs. She was curvy and full in all of the "right places" and had an an active lifestyle 5 years so far. The young woman felt she was in the best shape of her life, and was fearless when it came to wearing skimpy or tight clothing. She carried herself well, with long, tight, toned, legs, along with a flat, hard midsection, she truly felt satisfied with herself.
Hana never regretted the intense 3 hour a day work out system along with her strict Japanese cuisine only diet. Though, she knew her mother would become a bit upset from it, considering she was a great cook, and usually served several highly satisfying and high calorie Italian meals.
But her mother got over it, even though the young woman already knew she would have to sit down to her mother's cooking at least twice every 3 months. Hana pursued a musical career in Tokyo about 9 months before hand, and had gradually obtained her agent, manager, producer, and band in just 4 months. SONY RECORDS were quite intrigued by the American's burning passion as a vocalist and pianist that of which she delivered with such power and ability as a Japanese musician would. They knew right away that the young American loved doing what she did, and when they asked her why does she seek a musical career in their country, she responded with a smile, "Because I love everything Japanese." With that, the record contract was signed. The female and the rest of the band would soon hit the music industry.
The plane had finally came to a stop. Even though they slept most of the flight, the band felt jet-lag take its toll. After leaving the airport, the band was driven by limo to an expensive, private hotel, usually where the wealthy and famous had stayed. A representive of the band rented them their private suite on the 26th floor. The floor had five huge, luxurious rooms.
Each room had a balcony, which they had the option of shutting out the view with dark, navy blue curtains that were entirely made of pure silk. All 5 rooms contained an immaculate plush carpet, and large fish tank, filled with exotic, neon fish, available with the dim, calming, lighting setting of several different colors which they can adjust to their preference. A long, rectangular, stainless plush suede couch in each room, as well as cordless telephones rested upon the night stands, a 52'' plasma screen television were mounted on the each of the rooms walls, along with a large, thin, king sized mattress were in all of the 5 rooms as well.
The band enjoyed what the hotel had to offer, and knew without a doubt that their stay would be the utmost comfortable and relaxing. After an hour or two of unpacking what they had, and raving about the excitement they felt, the band had said their 'good-nights' and departed to their rooms.
Hana yawned lowly, dragging herself to her room, which was the last at the end of the small hallway. Sakai, The lead guitarist of the band crept up behind her and held her by the waist. The young woman jumped a bit in reaction, stopping in her tracks. She sighed with a smile. The 5'10 guitarist towered behind her.
His dyed, dark, chestnut hair was teased and pulled back in a somewhat layered, thick, cut. His shiny locks were layered halfway past his neck. He grinned, hugging the woman from behind with a tight, affectionate hold.
"I just wanted to say to goodnight to a beautiful woman,
and of course I just did."
He spoke through a passionate whisper.
She felt his bare, solid, abdominals against her back as he hugged her tighter. She smiled lightly, looking down when she gently pulled away from his grip.
"You're such a gentleman, Sakai-kun."
Said Hana.
Sakai knew Hana didn't like the particular position they were in, and he let her go, not even daring to disrespect what she wished. The man smiled in content with closed eyes.
"Mn.. its only a fraction of what you deserve.."
Responded Sakai.
Hana turned to face him now, smiling calmly. Her long, wavy, thick, hazelnut hair dangled past her breasts, and she hadn't removed the decent amount of ebony eyeliner that coiled and shaped around her green hazel eyes. She was still dressed, so she felt very tired and was desperate to get comfortable.
The handsome guitarist smiled, wrapping his arms around her one last time. He kissed her forehead, slowly releasing his grip after.
"Goodnight, Hana-chan."
Said Sakai.
"Goodnight, Sakai-kun."
Hana responded.
The two retired to their rooms. They knew they had a long day ahead of next morning, all 5 band members were given a wake-up call from their rep. They were told to get dressed right away, and that a limo was waiting for them outside.
The band had a rehearsal today, and needed to stay at the lounge they are going to perform at for at least half the day.
When they arrived, makeup artists took good care of doing their hair and waking them up with cold aloe were also offered hot tea and rice balls. The band's rehearsal was going well. After about 6 and half hours or so, they finally were told that they were going to be an opening act for famous beautiful cellist, Kanon Wakeshima.
The stage crew that was hired for them packed up all of their instruments. The band was content with their rehearsal. It was finally time to go, and so the band began to walk out of the lounge back to their hotel. Hana sat where she was, not ready to leave just yet. She wanted to become familiar with the lounge and its stage. Some might say that its strange, but this is how she liked to do things. The lead guitarist noticed Hana had no intentions on leaving.
"Hana-chan.. are you going to be alright here?"
Was all he asked.
Hana nodded, and once she did he nodded back and left. The young musician sighed.
"Hm.. Kanon Wakeshima, huh?"
Hana thought out loud.
Hana suddenly felt a light tap on her shoulder.
She turned around to look at Kanon Wakeshima.
"Excuse me.. I do not mean to bother you, but it is time for me to rehearse." The doll-like asian woman smiled politely with firm tiny pink lips.
Hana stuttered a bit with a nervous laugh.
But she bowed out of respect to the woman, lightly kissing the top of her hand once.
"Oh.. Uhm.. . W-where are my manners? I'll gladly leave now, Wakashima-sama.."
The tiny woman laughed lowly, shaking her head. The younger woman's high respect amused her. She held the taller, younger woman's hand, caressing it in a way.
"Ahahah. There is no need to be so formal to me, or for you to leave."
Spoke a calm Kanon.
Hana couldn't help but blush in reaction, and was caught a bit off guard from Kanon's actions. She looked at the fellow performer's adorable, blemish less face. Feeling Kanon's equally soft hand against hers aroused her a bit, but she knew she had to be professional and save all of those extra emotions for another time and place. Kanon noticed the younger woman's blush, but just kept it to herself with a smile.
"By the way.. you and your band were quite amazing.
I have never heard rock being performed in such a unique style."
Kanon complimented the new musician.
"Oh uhm.. Thankyou very much, Wakashima-sama. We are willing to give it our all when we play."
Responded Hana.
The petite musician couldn't help but giggle,
now holding both of the other woman's hands.
"Will you stop being so formal to me, Hana-chan?"
Kanon said with an amused laugh.
The younger musician smiled and laughed with her. She felt comfortable with Kanon regardless of the fact that they just met. She seemed to be a genuine person.
"Wait.. you know my name?"
Asked Hana.
"Well our record companies are practically neighbors, Plus your my opening act. I don't know if your aware of this or not, but many of the music media is starting to know who you are."
Hana looked at the woman in slight shock. She had just realized who she was soon to become, and it was overwhelming in alot of ways.
"Well, thank you for the heads up, Kanon-san."
Hana joked.
"At least you remembered to quit the formal talk, Hana-chan."
Kanon teased.
"May I watch you rehearse, Kanon-san?"
Hana asked.
"Of course you may."
Responded Kanon.
Hana stayed and watched in awe of the woman's rehearsal. She knew that the woman was pure professional, but she never would have expected that Kanon's performance would be so chillingly satisfying. Neo classical. Mysterious, and somewhat dramatic. The ever changing lights reflected off of Kanon and her white cello like paint on shining canvas.
She stayed for Kanon's entire rehearsal, which was only an hour and a half. Hana knew that crimson haired cellist didn't need anymore time to rehearse. She was used to the stage, and has been doing this long enough to perform flawlessly with ease. Kanon was very talented after all. Hana stood up and gave her applause.
Kanon bowed in a feminine sort of way. The woman's long, red, hair was curled in long, thick, ringlets. The black lace "Lolita style" gown she wore seemed to cradle around her white Yamaha cello. The sight itself was satisfying, like an ending to a really great book.
After some tea and conversation, Kanon offered Hana to meet her producer-And everyone knows who her producer is. Hana trembled a bit at the question. So many thoughts rushed through her head. She wondered if she even ooked presentable enough to even be in his presence. She wondered if her eyeliner wasn't smudged, and she wondered if she would be able to stand after the first 10 seconds of meeting him. Hana knew she would have been a fool to pass this up, so she gladly excepted. Kanon took her by the hand, leading her to her large dressing room.
When they got there, sitting on one of the steel stools was Mana-sama, and as usual he looked flawless. He had his usual thick, firm, ebony painted lips. His shiny black hair was thick and teased outward. He wore a long, black, expensive looking trench that went past his knees. Under the black trench could be seen a dark rouge, collared shirt, and his long hands were bare, with all 10 of his fingers crowned with jeweled rings. His legs were dressed in black dress pants. He wore thick, black, platform shoes. His legs were crossed, and his eyes looked directly at the tall, curvy woman. He was even more gorgeous in person than she imagined. Hana sat down on one of the chairs that faced him. Kanon sat next to her.
"Mana-sama, this is Hana-chan. Her and her band are my opening act."
Said a calm, smiling Kanon.
The vampiric-like man nodded a few times, reaching over to shake the woman's hand. Hana accepted the hand shake, and did everything in her power not to tremble as he had a firm grip on her hand. Hana smiled nervously, but returned the handshake, again, doing everything in her power not to tremble.
"I know all about you, Hana-san..."
Spoke a low, deep voiced Mana.
Hana froze in that instant, but contained herself. She actually heard Mana-sama's voice, and that almost made her lose control of herself. She smiled again, looking directly at the man.
"Ahah.. I have been informed that many will know who I am.."
Said Hana in a laughing, nervous tone.
After about 20 minutes of explaining her image and purpose of herself and the band, Mana was intrigued with the woman. He nodded to every sentence Hana spoke, but with his eyes he examined her body, gazing at the woman's curves. The man stroked his own chin a few times as his eyes explored up to her chest area.
She wore a tight, lacy, crimson round neck top, So her long cleavage line was indeed visible. Kanon noticed everything that was going on, but didn't say a word. All she did was cross her legs, cracking her fingers lowly with a bitter expression. Mana seemed to pay no mind to his female cello lover.
Looking at Hana's tight, curvy legs that fitted perfectly with the leather pants she wore, He couldn't help but indulge in the sight. Hana gazed at the man, not even realizing their eyes rarely met.
"You know.. I can tell your definitely going to surprise the media.." Spoke a deep voiced Mana-sama, breaking the silence.
He now looked directly into Hana's eyes with a slight smirk. She twitched a bit,but forced herself to speak, no matter how hard it was to do so.
"Uhm. Really? I just want my band and I to deliver what the fans want. I guess now that I think about it..
Surprises do leave an impact..."
Hana responded with a nervous smile.
Mana nodded, leaning forward in an attempt to get closer to the large breasted musician. Kanon suddenly felt as though she were invisible, and her anger was building. She tapped her heel against the stool under her, and her bitter expression still remained.
"It is important to give what each individual craves..."
Spoke a now amused Mana-sama. His fingers lingered at the end of his knee, facing in Hana's direction. With a forced smile, the female cellist rose to her feet in an instant.
"Well, I'm glad we all had the chance to meet each other,
but now it is time for us to leave. It is very late."
Kanon said as she faced Hana, irritation filled her tone.
Hana jolted up to her feet and nodded. She hoped she didn't do anything wrong to anger Kanon. She bowed to them, leaving the room and calling a cab to drive her back to the hotel.
Mana's blank expression had returned,and he frowned a bit. Kanon didn't even bother to look at him, and her piercing silence left with her after slamming the door behind her. Mana followed after her, his hand reaching hers.
"Kanon."
He spoke firmly.
"I'm going home now. Whatever you do, don't follow me."
Kanon responded with a scowl, slapping free of his grip.
Mana said nothing. He allowed her to leave. He knew she was angry, but it wasn't enough to worry him. Usually the two would go out for dinner that lead to sex right after, But the vampiric musical genius didn't care one bit. All he could think about was the American musician. He thought of her body, as well as her success that would soon come...