Author's Note:

So I'm not entirely sure how this happened. I remember stumbling across beautiful drawings of this crossover pairing months ago on pixiv when I was looking for iDOLM STER pictures. I wasn't even into UtaPri at the time, nor did I know what it was. So I just thought, "Huh."

*sweats nervously*

Well later I got into UtaPri after seeing gifs of it on someone's blog where I also got my information for iM S SideM. So yeah. And then I fell in love with Ai's character. And then I remembered seeing those drawings of him and Yukiho, my shy, anxiety-ridden child from iM S. And then I thought about it again. And everything clicked.

I got so super inspired for them that I already have 5 chapters (almost 30 000 words) of this fanfic done and a whole plot planned out. This is the most I have ever written for a fanfic ever. I even feel confident about finishing it, and that makes me feel bad for not updating other fics instead. But I'm doing this.

It's crazy; I'm not expecting any reviews at all (I don't even think anyone else ships them very much other than me and a talented artist across the globe in Japan, and she will likely never ever come across this fanfic). And yet I want to see it finished; it has changed how I look at finishing writing projects.

So if anyone's out there looking at this, expect weekly updates until I reach 20 chapters (plus a bonus chapter, probably). And thanks for joining me on this ride.

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A light flashed behind unfeeling cyan eyes, heavily disorienting them. Brown hair buffeted around a pretty face before him, distorted in terror. The wind nearly drowned out her cries.

"I-I'm r-r-r-really sorry! P-please excuse me!"

And with a series of quick clicks from her small heels and a swish of her dress, she was gone. The light flickered off as soon as it had lit.

A hand curled into a fist and pressed against a pounding chest.

'What...is this...'

'Ai-Ai~!'

"'Ey, Ai-Ai!"

That memory...

Ai blinked at the pouting face of his unit member, the fuzzy images vanishing as his mind snapped to clarity. Reiji was staring at him in concern with his arms folded across his chest.

"What is it, Reiji?" he asked in his light, toneless voice. The brunet rubbed his chin with two fingers.

"You don't normally space out like this," he commented. He tapped his finger against his own cheek. "The last time you acted like this was when you listened to STARISH singing Maji Love 2000%. Did something happen?"

"Yes," Ai responded with robotic honesty. "My ocular receptors are malfunctioning." Reiji's eyes widened.

"You mean...your eyes?" he asked hesitantly. "Is everything blurry? How many fingers am I holding up?" Reiji raised several fingers, shoving his hand in the idol's face.

"Four," Ai told him without missing a beat, mechanically pushing away Reiji's hand. "My vision is not blurry, however. Rather, I am repeatedly seeing events that have already occurred." His fellow idol raised his eyebrows, plopping down on the couch next to the blue-haired idol.

"You mean like memories?" he asked curiously. Ai nodded. "Well, that doesn't sound weird."

"It is not because it is a memory that I am confused. It is a memory of a girl I bumped into for approximately 7.6 seconds. For some reason, I keep seeing her." Reiji was startled by this admission, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Then he grinned and clapped his hands.

"A girl, ehh~?" he replied wryly. "You know love is forbidden for idols, Ai-Ai~" Ai narrowed his eyebrows.

"Love? I do not know if you would call it that. When I saw her, my eyes began to glow. So there must be a malfunction in my ocular - " Reiji suddenly placed his hands on Ai's shoulders.

"This is so exciting, Ai-Ai! I didn't even know if you could fall in love!" One of Ai's cyan blue eyes twitched.

"I do not understand love, Reiji, and according to my data, two people have to be very close to be in love, whereas I only met her for 7.6 seconds. Therefore it cannot be that." Reiji's shoulders slumped in disappointment, and he threw his arms up in melodramatic exasperation. He then grabbed Ai's collar, stomping his feet in dismay.

"Was she at least pretty? Come on, give me details, Ai-Ai~! You and Ran-Ran and Myu-chan are no fun when it comes to romance. Your hearts are all completely cold~, and it makes Rei-chan sad." Ai focused for a moment.

"Pretty?" he articulated. "Oh, she had nice skin." Reiji stopped stomping to take a step back, wiggling his eyebrows with intrigue.

"Oh?" the playful member of Quartet Night drawled. Ai nodded ever-so slightly.

"One hundred percent clear complexion. Eighty percent paleness."

"Do you know who she is?" Reiji asked, resting his chin in his hands.

"According to my data, she is an idol from the 765 Production Agency: Hagiwara Yukiho."

"Y-Yukipo?!" Reiji suddenly exclaimed. His face flickered between shock and solemnity for a few seconds, which confused Ai considering the idol never acted like this. Reiji's eyelids fell halfway over his eyes as he murmured to himself quietly. "But she was...his..." The brunet shook his head, and soon his face relaxed into its typical expression of cheerfulness. "Ah, I've worked with her before. But, ah..." The brunet snapped his fingers. "She has a problem."

"Problem?" Ai asked unblinkingly. Reiji sighed, casting his hand over his eyes.

"She has a severe phobia of men. We could hardly get through a photo shoot together. Alas, I had attempted to soothe her, but it made her anxiety worse, which was upsetting. The photographers in the end were forced to take pictures of us in separate rooms, and the editors solved the problem with photoshop. Unfortunate, as she is a very cute girl~."

"Oh. I know. Her heart was palpitating and she released sweat at an abnormally high rate when she bumped into me. My data tells me that she has had a fear of males since she was eight years old."

"It's a shame," Reiji sighed. "How will she ever find love?" Ai continued to stare at him without a flicker of emotion.

"That's not my problem," he replied. "Anyway, I will fix these memories so they will not be a nuisance anymore. Ah, if only I could do that with people..." Reiji jumped slightly and slowly backed away, raising his hands up defensively as Ai pierced him with his lifeless eyes. They stood silently for about a minute, with the happy-go-lucky idol shifting uncomfortably under Ai's vacant gaze.

"I have work to do," Ai spoke, finally blinking, which caused Reiji to release the breath he'd been holding. Without looking back or saying goodbye, Ai calmly walked away.

Reiji scratched the back of his head with a large sigh.

"Jeez, Ai-Ai, I really felt cold air coming from you!" he said to himself while shaking his mop of curls. He watched Ai's back as he left the room, stroking his nonexistent beard absentmindedly. "But a nuisance, huh? I wonder..."

"Reiji, you have a dangerous expression on your face." Reiji turned to see Ranmaru seated on the couch with his bass guitar, same as he was before. The curly-haired idol threw his hands in the air defensively.

"Ehh?! Ran-Ran, that's no fair! You couldn't even see me from where you're sitting!" he protested in a whining voice.

"I don't need to look at you to sense when you're up to no good. The entire room reeks from your mischief." Reiji clapped his hands against his cheeks.

"Hah~? Ran-Ran, have you been watching me so much to know me so well?" Ranmaru tossed him a fierce glare over his shoulder.

"Don't flatter yourself," the rock idol scoffed. "Everyone knows what you're about the moment they look at you." Reiji chuckled, crossing his arms behind his head.

"Mmmm, I'm not so sure about that." He then placed his hands on his hips. "But opening yourself up to people is a good quality, so I'll thank you for the compliment, anyway~." Ranmaru turned back to tuning his guitar.

"You're a moron," he muttered, plucking a string as he cranked the tuner. Reiji waved one of his hands flippantly at Ranmaru.

"Good talk, Ran-Ran!"

Reiji faced away from his grumpy partner with a determined gleam in his gray eyes.

Then it's decided, he thought proudly.

"Do you really think she's ready for this?"

"I...it will be hard on her. But she'll never overcome her fears if she doesn't take a few risks."

"In any case, we shouldn't force her to do anything she doesn't want to. Her fear will become worse if she is exposed to it unwillingly."

"Of course. We'll have to ask for her decision then."

The sound of the door creaking open interrupted their conversation.

"Ah, Yukiho."

The timid idol stood in the threshold with her mouth formed in an 'o' shape. She had been standing behind the door for the last minute, wondering what it was that warranted such a curious discussion.

"Good morning, Producer, Takagi-shachou, Ritsuko-san," she greeted in her soft voice. They stared at her with such concerned expressions that it made her fidget. "U-um, is there something wrong?" The Producer smiled gently at her.

"Well, we got a request for a surprisingly good job offer for you," he told her. Her eyes lit up at this information.

"F-for me? Oh, thank you very much!" Yukiho bowed heavily. As a certain realization dawned on her, she raised her head. "But, um, why are you worried, if it's a good job?"

"Well - " Ritsuko started. She sighed, walking over to place a hand on Yukiho's shoulder. "It will be out of your comfort zone - we're just not sure by how much." Yukiho straightened at this admission. Out of my comfort zone? That sounds scary, but...

"W-well, that's - that's why I became an idol. To change...to become more confident. S-so if this will help me, then please, let me take the job."

The three adults stood in shock for a moment before relaxing. Takagi chuckled.

"You've gained a lot more spirit since you first came here," the President remarked. Yukiho beamed at this.

"Thank you," she replied, forcing herself not to stutter. Lifting her chin stiffly, she continued, "So, what's the job?" Ritsuko handed her a paper booklet.

"You have a modeling job for spring fashions with Mikaze Ai from the Shining Agency." Yukiho smiled.

"Ah, Mikaze Ai?" she asked. Ritsuko exchanged nervous glances with the Producer before he looked at Yukiho.

"Mikaze Ai is a member of Quartet Night. This...is him." Producer handed her a magazine with the male idol on the cover of it. His cool eyes stared up at her from the page with an air of melancholy. Yukiho froze.

"H-h-h-him?!" she squeaked. "A-as in, a...a..." Ritsuko blew out a breath from her pursed lips.

"A teenaged boy, yes. He's about a year younger than you," she admitted. The Producer smiled apologetically.

"He was in the Triple S event last summer. He and his group are both extremely popular. Actually, I think you had a job with Kotobuki Reiji a while ago not long after you first debuted. He was still a solo idol at that point, however." Sweat quickly began to bead up and slide down Yukiho's face at the mention of the male idol.

"K-K-K-Kotobuki-san?!" she shrieked. "I don't have to work with him too, do I?!"

"No!" the Producer assured her quickly. By this time, however, she had already pulled out her shovel.

"I-I-I'm going to dig a hole a-and b-b-bury myself!" Yukiho exclaimed. Otonashi Kotori, the office secretary, entered the group chuckling at that moment with a pile of paperwork in her arms.

"Yukiho-san had a fright due to Kotobuki-san's flirtatious personality," she remembered aloud. Clenching her fist, Kotori continued with hearts in her eyes. "It was undoubtedly cute! Straight out of a shoujo manga! Ha~h..." The secretary sighed, her cheeks tinted pink. The Producer placed a hand on Yukiho's trembling shoulder.

"It'll be okay, Yukiho," he told her. "From what I've seen, Mikaze-san is nothing like Kotobuki-san. He is very serious about his work." Yukiho glanced up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"O-okay," she replied, wiping her face.

"Like Takagi-shachou said, we won't make you do anything you don't want to," Ritsuko spoke up sincerely. "It's entirely up to you." Yukiho stared at the floor scratching her arm, her eyes narrowed in thought.

It's a great offer, but am I ready to work with a boy? I've met him before, haven't I? she wondered. I was scared of him then. His eyes seemed to glow, but they were so cold. But will it be the same again? Now that I think about it, haven't I seen him much longer ago? I can't remember...

Yukiho sighed, her breath lifting her bangs from her forehead. Wrapping her arms around her chest, she tilted her chin up to see their expectant faces.

"Well...wh-when 765Pro had our first concert...I remember having to stand up and sing in front of all those village men. And it was scary then, too...but I managed somehow. It was a success. So...so maybe...m-maybe this is like then."

They were all startled by her words.

"Th-this must be a test. So I have to take this chance. I-I have to overcome my fears, or else I haven't accomplished anything!" Yukiho rested her arms at her sides, holding her gaze towards the ground as she softly curled her fingers. She flinched as Takagi began to laugh heartily, and everyone else stared at him in surprise.

"There's that spirit. You will do well, Yukiho-kun." Eyes widening, a smile spread to either cheek of the mousy idol.

"Thank you."

I won't let you down, she internally promised.