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Idol Star

Or Suicide Boys

There was once a boy that could sing any soul to sleep. That boy, that boy, with flaming hair and bright green eyes used his voice for many a sin. Corrupting songs to make you believe that he sings like the favorite singer but better. He uses his voice to control the helpless masses. He once used his voice to make a man commit suicide. The Suicide Boys he and his rat of a manager were called. Everywhere they went suicides followed. And one day Brave, for that was the boy's name did something without permission.

The crowd began to scream my name. Brave, Brave they screamed and oh god this is the thing I live for. The screams of the enchanted people as they hear what they want. And Harald chants my name with them. It is so exciting to hear him enchanted, intoxicated by my voice! Even those that know what I can do are intoxicated! My back-up Andore, Breo and Jean have to wear ear buds so they can sing without me interfering! I don't know why they HAVE to be around, I'm the best. I finish my song without a single flaw they can hear!

"You were amazing." Harald states.

"Ah thank you, but I'm always amazing aren't I Harald? Nya~? I ask.

"Of course, I don't say these things unless I honestly mean it."

"AND THAT IS WHY YOU ARE THE MOST KAWAII FRIEND EVER!"

"Do you even know what that means?"

"NO!"

Harald laughs and calls a cab to take me home. I walk into the freshly rained street and enjoy splashing in puddles until my cab gets here. It's a yellow cab with an ad on the top. I open one of the slightly rusted doors and as we drive I admire the reflections of the street lamps in the wet streets. The cab driver is surprisingly young and in the mirror I can see that he has black hair with yellow highlights and purple eyes.

"I'd like to talk with you Mr. Brave." The cab driver says.

"I have a feeling you're not a cab driver. Nya~!" I mention.

"Indeed. My name is Dragan Godwin of well you know. I require your services. We will talk in my office." He says.

"Yes Mr. Godwin."

"Please call me Director, everyone called my father that."

"O-o-o-o-o-o-okayyyyyyyy Director Godwin."

"Please don't do that, it's annoying."

The cab, which I doubt is a cab, drives over puddles and runs stop lights. The street lamps blur together in shiny spots of yellow and white reflecting on the black. I press my chin up against the door and breath onto the window. Once it's covered in my breath I write words onto it. I write Suicide Boys on it and Dragan grumbles.

"What does suicide boys mean?" He asks.

"It's our nickname, people call Harald and me the Suicide Boys because everywhere we go people commit suicide. I do it and Harald just thinks it's coincidence."

"Ah."

We continue until we reach a large white building glowing in the dark. He gets out and I see his body for the first time. He's fairly broad and tall and is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt with an I.D Tag necklace over it. He walks in tilting his head towards the door. I follow skipping. He opens the door for me with a smile and I blush.

"Here you go." He says.

As we walk down the white tiled halls all eyes and all eyes are on me and Dragan as we walk into his office. His office is in a contrast to the rest of the building, it is completely black except for a light brown desk and chairs in the center of the room. He sits across me still showing his power even in ordinary clothes.

"Would you like a drink?" Dragan asks after a long silence.

"I don't drink." I reply.

"Neither do I."

The silence comes again.

"SOOOOO, what did you want? Nya~."

"I need you to remove someone."

"Who?"

"The son of a rival corporation."

"Which one?"

"SchroederCorp."

I stop for a minute. Schroeder, Harald von Schroeder

"You will of course be paid well."

"How well?"

"Trillions of dollars and anything else you want. As long as you remove the Rats."

"OKAY!"

"I'm glad we have an agreement Mr. Brave."

I don't go home tonight.