Neko-sama: Hello, minna-nyan! I see that mew all have stumbled across this little note up at the top~ This is a collab between imouto-chan, Forever or Never also known as Fornever. I put Little Sister on hold because of school. That's currently my only ongoing story. It's a Kuroko no Basuke story. Here's Fornever.

Fornever: Hi readers! It's me! The girl who put all of my stories on hiatus because I was really mad at myself! Don't kill me for "stopping" them; I merely put them all on pause until next month. That's right! I am returning in one month!

Neko-sama: Okie doki! This story introduces my OC, Kurosaki Yumiko! Nyahahaha~

Fornever: I am not very fond of Original Characters/OCs, but there will be two OCs here in this story. Yup, starring my MALE OC, Nanami Tatsuhiro, Haruka's step brother.

Neko: So, in this story, Yumiko has a small crush on Syo, but nothing meow-jor, in terms of ships, will happen. Tatsuhiro will also gain feelings for Yumiko, but nothing will happen.

Fornever: Heh, one-sided love triangle. Tough D: That's how it is with Haru-chan and STARIH, kind of a one sided love septagon.

Idol Conflict

Chapter 1

Quote:

"Peace is not absence of conflict; it is the ability to handle conflict by peaceful means."

-Ronald Reagan

12 PM.

"Okay, minna-san," started the female composer of the boy band STARISH. They were all gathered around her, having just finished their dance rehearsal for their upcoming concert later in the months. As their popularity rises, so do the demands of their fans. Usually the female teenagers continuously send in fan mail to ask when the next concert is. And to fulfill their growing wants, the boys (with the help of their president, Shining Saotome) announced that they would hold a concert in a few months time. Haruka coughed, moving a strand of silky, pink hair behind her ear. "I composed this song last night, and I just wanted to give it to you guys," she said, handing out the papers to the guys according to the names scrawled on the top. When her hands were empty except for the paper that held all of their parts, she smiled at STARISH and added, "So Syo-kun and Nat-"

Haruka's phone beeped, cutting her sentence short, also signaling a new text message – which was rare for the pinkette. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket of her skinny jeans and unlocked her phone, tapping a seven-letter word into the box. STARISH waited patiently for her as she scrolled through her smart phone. Her paper was now crumpled between the side of her body and the underside of her upper arm, tucked between.

"Who's that, Haru-chan?" Natsuki asked her, peering over her shoulder in curiosity. As the temperature continued to rise due to the amount of perspiration and sweat the guys produced, Natsuki decided to tie his hair up, as did Ren. Blond locks were carelessly thrown into a ponytail while Ren carefully did his hair to leave out his fringe to cover his right eye.

"I don't really know," she mumbled absentmindedly, not really paying attention to the boy that breathed down her neck. "Nobody really texts me." The oblivious composer failed to realize the shock evident in the idols' eyes. Their unique colored orbs were dilated as they stared at the seventeen year old.

"Eh?" Ren hummed, a usual smirk splayed across his lips. His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Why don't people phone you?" He chuckled. "I mean, you're so cute that nobody can take their eyes off of you," Ren added in a flirtatious tone, earning a whack from Masato. Ren jerked forward due to the momentum, his smirk disappearing and a small pout forming on his thin lips.

"Please refrain from saying anything inappropriate for today, thank you," Masato requested politely, closing his eyes as he withdrew his hand from whacking the flirt. He crossed his arms and whispered something along the lines of "pervert" and "jerk."

Haruka giggled at their silliness and continued to look through her phone.

Imouto-chan! I'm so glad that I'm staying over at the Saotome dorms for a few months! I get to see my lovely little sister.
-Tatsuhiro ;)

The famous composer's sulfur eyes widened as she read the statement over and over again to make sure her optical openings weren't going haywire and fail her at this moment. She fumbled with her phone as she replied, her eyes remaining wide. Natsuki blinked, reading the text message over her shoulder.

"Who's…Tatsu…hiro?" Natsuki asked, having difficulty pronouncing the name. The tall blond ended up glaring at the pixels that formed the text, as the suspicious name had this mysterious aura oozing out of it...

Tatsuhiro… I can sense trouble… Cecil thought to himself, staring down at the floor. Hmmm… he added to himself, involuntarily rubbing his invisible stubble. To others, he seemed like an experienced detective, but the prince was only in deep thought.

Otoya's eyes widened. "EH?!" he screamed, jumping over to Haruka's side to look at the text message. "Who is this 'that's-her-hero' person?!" He wiped his damp forehead with the back of his hand, still trying to catch up with his heart by breathing hard. The air he exhaled fanned Haruka's face uncomfortably; she repetitively tucked her hair behind her ears.

"It's Tatsuhiro, Otoya," Tokiya corrected, shaking his head in disappointment. He "gelled" his hair back by raking through his layered locks, the sweat holding his midnight blue hair together. Only a few strands managed to escape. "But I'm quite curious myself. Who is Tatsuhiro, Nanami-san?" he inquired, staring at the pinkette.

Haruka looked up, only planning to give Tokiya a small look, but she ended up staring at him for a full minute. The new hairstyle suited him, she thought. He blinked innocently, his movements alerting her that she was still staring at him. She flinched, her face heating up in humiliation. She was caught staring, again. She chewed on her bottom lip, fixing her gaze on the screen of her phone and not on Tokiya's face.

"I swear, if he's a stalker, I'm going to-" Syo started, his eyes holding a dangerous fire in them.

"Now, now, Syo-chan. Calm down," Natsuki interrupted, patting the short blonde's shoulder comfortingly. Syo glared at the taller person and huffed, turning away from Natsuki. "I don't want to fish you out of jail."

"Who is Tatsuhiro?" Syo demanded, staring at Haruka while ignoring Natsuki's slightly rude comment. The blond has never been behind metal bars, and he doesn't plan to be in any time soon. He wants to be by Haruka's side for as long as he could live, but his ferocious attitude might just lead him someplace else.

Haruka dodged their questions, typing her reply as fast and politely as she could.

Why are you coming over, Nii-san? I haven't been alerted about your appearance.
-Haruka :)

She didn't wait long for the reply to come. In fact, the other text message came right when hers was delivered.

Because Obaa-chan died! Isn't that great?! Our dead grandmother said 'oh, you better take care of your sister' so she let me move here! She even asked that creepy, fat, red haired dude that wears sunglasses indoors. What a weirdo! ;D
-Tatsuhiro :DD

Haruka dropped her phone, too shocked to even tighten her grip on her phone. The case was suddenly slippery due to the sweat on her palms, so the device just plopped onto the wooden floors of the room. Slowly tears starting forming in her wide, cat-like eyes. "…What?" she asked in a shaky breath, ignoring the last part of his text message. She had to scold her brother for being so rude, but she wasn't focused on that. She was focusing on the loss of someone extremely important to her. Someone who impacted her life. Haruka was sure that she wouldn't be here without her grandmother's help, so her death paralyzed her.

"Haru-chan? Are you okay?" Natsuki asked after she had dropped her phone. Natsuki, being the kind gentleman he is, picked up her phone before handing it to the short female.

"O-oh…Um…I-I'm fine…no need to worry about me…" Haruka stammered, her voice cracking as she f lashed them a reassuring smile before swiping her phone from Natsuki's hands with a bit too much force. She blinked a few times to force the tears to disappear, or else someone would pick up on this and ask more questions.

"Matte, we want to read the text message too!" Syo pleaded, trying to grab the phone from behind her back. But Haruka kept dodging his attacks, and it felt like nothing trying to avoid the hands of Kurusu Syo. After all, she and Tatsuhiro had fought quite a lot when they were young, and she was usually the one who was trying to keep an object out of her brother's hands. He was-is a troublemaker, that idiot.

"Ochibi-chan, that's rude. If Lady wants to keep her phone to herself, let her do so," Ren scolded the blond, receiving glances from everybody else. With so many stares on him, Ren felt pressured and flinched. "What?"

"You said something so unlike yourself," Masato pointed out, raising his brows at him. "Since when did you know about manners?"

"Ugh," Ren scoffed, flipping his hair like a sassy teenaged girl. "I can be smart sometimes, too," Ren defended himself with a huff.

-Bang-

The door slammed open, and Quartet Night strutted in with Camus flashing poses every few steps. Reiji waved dramatically to the 'crowd' while Ai showed no facial expression. Ranmaru, on the other hand, looked pissed off. A hand was wrapped around his arm and another around Reiji's arm. In between these slim and feminine arms was a girl. A short girl. She was Syo's height, like Haruka.

"Ran-nii-chan! Haiyaku! I wanna go eat ice cream with Rei-Rei!" the girl whined, trying to drag the 22 year old with her, along with the 25 year old.

The short girl had long, sleek black hair in a high ponytail. A fringe was covering her right eye, making it impossible to see the color. Her right eye was slanted like Ranmaru's and was also the same silver of Ranmaru's. She was pouting childishly. The short girl was dressed in a dark grey dress shirt, with a royal purple tie tucked into a dark purple vest with grey hems. She had on a black skirt that reached mid-thigh with royal purple trims on top of a pair of black and grey leggings that reached right below the knee-cap. She had on black boots that reached mid-calf with dark purple laces and black aglets. On her shoulder was a black backpack with the initials KY on it.

"No," Ranmaru grunted, angrily, "no more ice cream for you." The former heavy rock idol avoided eye contact with the short girl as he advanced further into the room.

"Eh?! Nande, nande~?" the girl complained, tugging on his arm. "Ran-nii-chan's a bully! Rei-Rei! HELP ME!" she wailed, childishly stomping on the ground.

STARISH and Haruka stared at Quartet Night and the female, their heads tilted to the right.

"Eh?" they all said in unison, blinking at the girl. Reiji laughed uneasily as he did his best to comfort the girl.

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"Off to Haru's, off to Haru's!" an 18 year old sang professionally down the Master Course halls, dropping his bags in front of the main door, leaving the workers to carry his many bags to the third floor. Oh, and the elevator is currently broken. So the teen practically left the workers by themselves as he ran through the hallways, trying to spot a blotch of salmon pink.

The step sibling peeked into every room he passed, interrupting the person's business. The person would give him the dirty stare, but he would smirk back at them. "You're welcome!" he taunted them, running down the hall before the worker could even react. He even left the door open so that the worker had to get up and close it themselves. Oh, how nice of you, Tatsuhiro.

"HELP ME!" the disastrous teenager heard in the room ahead of him. The lavender haired boy smirked as he ran faster towards the large room. There, he saw what he was looking for; a petite, pink haired composer stood oblivious to his presence, her hands clutching papers as usual.

"IMOUTO-CHAN!" the immature teen screamed, running into Haruka. He knocked the poor composer down, landing on top of her. He wrapped his long arms around her tiny frame, inhaling her strawberry scent, burying his nose into her hair.

"Tatsuhiro-nii-tan!" she gasped. By now, Tatsuhiro had gained STARISH's attention. Quartet Night and the woman, however, were still arguing about 'going out for ice cream' with Reiji trying to negotiate with Ranmaru.

"OI! GET OFF OF HER!" Syo screamed, attempting to launch himself on Tatsuhiro. Fortunately (unfortunately for Syo), Natsuki grabbed him from behind before the hot-tempered idol could touch the golden eyed teen and cause mayhem.

"Why should I get off of her?" Tatsuhiro snapped at STARISH, surprising all seven members. "She is, after all, my stepsister," he pointed out, hugging Haruka 'protectively'. "And none of you can have her."

"Tatsuhiro-nii!" Haruka scolded, trying to wriggle her way out of her older brother's grasp. "Itai!" she cried, trying to pry his arms away from her neck. "Let go of me!"

Instantly, STARISH, minus Cecil and Natsuki (Syo managed to escape), ran towards her, pulling Tatsuhiro off of the pinkette. "Stay away from my imouto-koi," Tatsuhiro growled, pulling Haruka with him as he stood up. He, once again, wrapped his arms around Haruka's tiny waist, a little too low.

"Eh?! 'KOI'?!" Otoya screamed, his mouth agape. His fiery red orbs were as round as plates as he gaped at them like a fish out of water. His eyes kept flickering back to Haruka-a pinkette-and to Tatsuhiro-a light lavender haired agitator.

"Ooh, as in Koi fish?" the girl between Ranmaru and Reiji interjected, pausing their petty squabble. Camus glared at her, telling her to shut up for the time being. She bowed her head, pouting. "Sorry." Then, she went back to arguing with Ranmaru about going for ice cream. "Ice cream?" She batted her thick eyelashes at the silver haired idol, holding her hands to her chest.

"No."

"Ice cream?"

A sigh. "No."

"Ice cream!"

"I said no."

"If you don't give me my daily dose of ice cream, a piano is gonna be flipped!"

Haruka gasped like a damsel in distress but was pulled back to her own predicament when Tatsuhiro breathed down her neck creepily. Like Belarus with Russia, Hetalia-wise.

"Yes, even though she's my step sister, I love her with all my heart," Tatsuhiro declared arrogantly, embarrassing the composer and purposefully aggravating the boy band.

"Shush, Tatsu-nii," Haruka pleaded, trying to cover his mouth with her palm. Tatsuhiro dodged her palm and kissed the top of her hand instead, causing orbs the color of rainbows to widen in horror.

"No, I have the right to speak my heart," he replied, shaking his head. He then glared at the boy band, standing in front of Haruka. "Stay away from my little sister," he growled, glaring at Syo.

"We can't stay away from her," Cecil announced. STARISH, Tatsuhiro, and Haruka stared at him, surprised. Haruka's cheeks warmed up and turned into a bright hue of pink. "N-not in that way. It's just that she is our composer. How could we stay away from her when she makes our songs?" Cecil argued, waving the piece of paper in Tatsuhiro's face with a warm, bittersweet face expression.

The pinkette tucked her head between her shoulders as she tried to inch away from her brother. Tatsuhiro caught her by the wrist and pulled her in front of him. He glared at her. "You still compose that garbage?" he snapped at her.

Haruka stayed silent. It was quiet until Ren decided to break the ice.

"Why would you call her work garbage?" Ren defended her, standing up towards Tatsuhiro, staring straight into his amber eyes. Ren looked him up and down as if he was scanning his body from head to toe with his icy orbs. "Her songs are the best. No one can beat her, not even you."

Tatsuhiro glared back at Ren, roughly pushing him back. Luckily, Masato was quick enough to catch Ren and push him-quite harshly-onto his feet once again before he could land hard onto the floor. "I can compose better songs than my idiotic sister. Right, Baka-chan?"

Haruka decided to keep her lips sealed together in a tight line, staring down at her feet. Then her lips parted slightly. "Why are you always so rude?" Haruka asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Tatsuhiro narrowed his eyes down at her. "I heard that, Baka-chan. Why must you be so stupid sometimes?" he sighed, running a hand through his unique colored locks.

"Maybe she got that from you," Otoya huffed under his breath, hoping that he wouldn't hear him.

"Ah, ah, ah, we're stepsiblings, not blood siblings," corrected Tatsuhiro as he waved a finger in front of Otoya's face. He didn't seem to be bothered by the insult. Instead, he seemed amused. "I don't want to be related with Baka-chan!" Tatsuhiro laughed, slinging his arm around Haruka's neck and dragging her in a headlock. "Even though Baka-chan is stupid, she's still my favorite!"

"I hate rude and disrespectful people," Masato commented, crossing his arms over his chest. "They're useless."

"And so are you guys." The immature, chaotic boy shot them a dirty look as he stuck out his tongue and dragged down his bottom eyelid. Syo's aquamarine orbs twitched as he recalled the time spent with Nagi, the most annoying idol out there. "You guys can't do anything, no less sing!"

"Tatsu-nii-san, that's too far!" Haruka interrupted, ripping his arm off her. "You really need to improve on your manners!" she scolded her older brother, pointing an accusing finger at the purple haired boy. "And I thought Ren had poorer manners," she mumbled, shifting her weight to another foot as she crossed her arms. Ren winced, but he didn't mind. If his Lady was calling him rude, he's fine with that. If it was Masato or any of his bandmates, he would freak.

Tatsuhiro, however, ignored the pinkette and continued with his spiel. "Why are you guys idols?! Your voices are like nails on a chalkboard! Do me a favor and don't sing ever a-"

-Slap-

Tatsuhiro fell to the ground ungracefully, rubbing his now throbbing and stinging cheek. He slowly looked up at his little sister and growled menacingly, "You're going to p-"

"Shut up, Tatsuhiro," Haruka snapped, her eyes focused only on him. "You have no right to say that. Your voice is the most annoying to my ears! They-" she pointed to STARISH, "-are better singers than your screeching."

Tatsuhiro scoffed, smiling evilly after, his eyes twitching. "What did you just say?" he said in a deep voice.

"You are the worst singer and sibling anyone could EVER have," she repeated herself with more venom than ever before, standing her ground for the first time in forever. Ever since they were little, Tatsuhiro was the one what would win their fights. His trick was violence and threats, and Haruka would succumb to his raised fists, her backbone faltering almost immediately. But now, she had enough of his verbal abuse, or so she thought.

"That's it-!" Tatsuhiro growled, raising his arm. Haruka moved back, her confidence immediately faltering when his hand went up to strike at her. Her eyes went wide as she stared, frightened at the balled up fist that threatened to come down at her. Snippets of her slightly abused childhood flashed in her mind as she stared at his rough knuckles.

"YAY! ICE CREAM!" the girl from earlier cheered, running between Tatsuhiro and Haruka before the step sibling could land a finger on the composer. The black haired girl 'accidentally' whacked Tatsuhiro with her heavy backpack, knocking him over. He scrambled to get up, but the unnamed female beat him to it.

"Tatsu-chan, no being mean to imouto-chan! That just shows that you are a bastardy-butt-warmer-bastard," the girl chided, whacking his head. He grabbed for her, but she dodged, cackling, "Can't get me! Now, Tatsu-chan, you, me, Rei-chan, and Ran-Ran will go for ice cream, whether you like it or not!"

"Tch. I'm not going with a short, hideous girl like you," Tatsuhiro spat, glaring down at the girl, wiping his throbbing lip with his thumb. Something sharp in that crazy woman's back just jabbed him in the face!

The girl's eyes grew murderous. She growled lowly, "Short, yes, but hideous? That just takes it too far."

She fisted the collar of his shirt and brought him down to her height. His back was almost angled at a ninety degree considering how short the teenager was and his Natsuki-like height.

"We will go out for ice cream. No but's, if's, and's or why's," the girl snarled, getting up close and personal to his face. She released him and smiled as if nothing had happened between the two. "Ikimashou," the female chimed, pulling the three older men along with her. She turned to Haruka, and grinned before giggling. "You're welcome, Haru-chan! My name is Yumiko; remember it please!"

She walked out of the room, dragging the boy. He stumbled onto his knees, crawling after the girl.

"C-chotto!" he choked, spitting on the floor. Camus and Ai stared after them and shrugged; the two sat down in the extra chairs lining the perimeter of the room. The door slammed shut, the only noise being Tatsuhiro's muffled grunts and growls to be released.

"Go practice. We want to hear what you peasants got," Camus commanded, pointing his scepter at the group. STARISH and Haruka looked at each other and blinked.

"You can't hear the new song because we just got it today, Camus," Cecil gleefully announced. "But my Princess can play it for you."

"OI! Don't call her 'Princess' like that, you–Get off of me, Natsuki!" Syo screeched, his sentence cut off by a glomp. Natsuki, saving the day, grabbed Syo and put him in a headlock, tugging on his arms as if to make them longer by stretching them out.

"Of course I won't, Syo-chan!" he sang, happily.

"Natsuki!"

Masato coughed, ignoring the pleas and cries Syo boastfully announced. "Nanami," he said. She nodded as if knowing what he was referring to. She stood to her feet, only after waving her older brother goodbye through the windows in a taunting manner. She rushed towards the piano, coughing and shifting on the piano bench. Only then did she place her dainty and nimble fingers on the keys of the grand instrument.

Then, her fingers stretched across the black and white keys, creating an unforgettable melody that would forever remain in the minds of the listeners. There were chords that fused together, creating a sweet sounding harmony. Her right hand played the melody and her left hand supported the melody with the lower, harmonic notes. It was alluring.

When she was finished, she paused, taking a huge breath before loosening her shoulder muscles. Tentatively, she turned around to gaze at her audience. They were staring at her with such intensity that she started to fidget nervously under their orbs.

"U-um," she started, snapping them back to the present. Then, Cecil beamed, a wide smile stretching across his face.

"That was amazing, Haruka!" Cecil exclaimed, beaming with excitement. "I'm pumped up, now!"

-Whack-

Syo whooped the prince upside the head, blue fire blazing in his wide eyes. "Baka," he hissed menacingly. The Prince of Music stared down at Syo, frightened at his tone and action. "That's my line."

"Hehe," he chuckled, slowly inching away from Syo until something stopped him. He bumped into a chair, tripped on his feet, and fell on his rear with an uncomfortable thump. He winced, sealing his eyes shut. "I-Itai…"

Haruka snickered, covering her lips with the tips of her fingers. Camus sighed, rubbing his throbbing temple with his fingers. "I have so much to teach him…"

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Meanwhile, with the other half of Quartet Night and Meanie Onii-tan and Yumiko-chan…

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"Neeeehhhhh," started Yumiko, "what's your favorite ice cream flavor, Tatsu-chan?"

The lilac haired teenager grunted, his shoulders slumping forward in dismay. "Shut up," he growled. "I don't even want to be here."

The corner of Yumiko's lips drooped, forming a deep frown. She mumbled to her older brother after looking away and crossing her arms, "My favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla…"

Ranmaru ignored her, but at least he replied, "I don't care. I don't even want to be here." He quoted Tatsuhiro's words.

"Minna-san!" Reiji shouted, a huge grin on his lips. "Why don't you all cheer up? We are, after all-" he glanced in Yumiko's direction, hoping that she would brighten up, "-going for ice cream!" Hearing a specific sweet, cold dessert, the female's ears perked up and her eyes twinkled with hope...like Haruka (from Free!, not from this anime-verse) and the word POOL or something related to water.

Tatsuhiro rolled his head back and moaned loudly. "I hate ice cream!" he proudly announced to the strangers, gaining their full attention. Yumiko pouted slightly, revealing her kicked-puppy eyes to Tatsuhiro. The tall, mauve haired boy's optical openings twitched, before his stiff posture slowly began to loosen. He looked to the side, embarrassed. "...My favorite ice cream flavor is cookie dough… But just because I told you does not mean that I'd pay for your ice cream or anything, baka!"

"Nyahah, don't worry, Tatsu-kun! I'll be paying for everybody's ice cream!" Yumiko informed, reaching up to pat his shoulder. Random people started to cheer, pumping their fists with wide smiles; the short girl's eye narrowed, "HEY! I'm not paying for you leeches! Go away!"

The strangers left in a hurry, their cheering coming to an abrupt stop.

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Fornever: Well, that's it. I'm wrapping it up without Neko's permission :P Haha, take THAT!

Neko: No, you had my permission. It is I who will be wrapping this chapter up! Haha! FOR NARNIA!

Fornever: NO, FOR TOKIYA!

Neko: Naw, man, for the reviewers!

Fornever: No, for TOKIYA! And his kawaii nose :T

Neko: FOR THE REVIEWERS! THE END! SEEYA!

Fornever:No, there's a note. Read it. Read the note, people.

READ PLEASE

Neko's Note!

Hey, y'all. This is actually my first collab! Hooray! This is also my first Uta no Prince Sama fiction. Ha, I was the one who introduced UtaPri to Fornever in the first place! You're welcome, all!

Just kidding. I don't mean to sound snobbish, if I did.

If this was awesome, be sure to leave a review! If it was bad, you can leave a review, too. Just say, "This sucked booty, just stop writing," and then you'll be happy, and I won't be happy (Fornever will cry). I'll go crawl into a dark corner and grow some mushrooms, like Tamaki from OHSHC.

If you liked this little tidbit, and are willing to review, here's a cookie. If you don't like cookies, here's something else! *hands reader cookie/something else*

Fornever: Goodbye? Haha, I have the last words!