Sorry, this idea was stuck on my head for a few days…it wouldn't let me until I post it so here it is enjoy x3 (and believe me when I say it is not the only one T.T)

Disclaimer: I don't own Mai-Otome but I do own every little character I create on this fic besides the usual XD o yeah! The songs they belong to me XD –except some that I might mention later-

Chapter 1: Nothing but you and I

City of Roma, Italy -Coliseum

Even in the middle of the night, loud cheering could be heard from the Coliseum. The once empty arena was covered with fog, lights of ever thinkable color flashing everywhere and millions of people on the sits, surrounding the place. A loud crowd of teenagers, mostly girls, wearing black t-shirts with a silver wolf or big silver 'K' on it, shouted and jumped around their sits. Their eyes gazing intently at the center of the arena as the fog began to dissipated, slowly revealing a female figure.

Black sport shoes, tight denim blue jeans that showed her figure and accented her hips. A simple white crop top almost exposing her muscular abdomen for her blue dark electric guitar hang on her, covering it. The figure smiled, jade vivid eyes reflecting excitement and satisfaction.

Natsuki Kruger, the top singer of Germany and soon one of the best around the world, walked over the microphone.

"Hello everyone!" She greeted with her husky voice, there was another wave of loud cheering and shouting. When it subsided a little, she spoke again. "This song is called 'Nothing but you and I'."

The crowd gave another round of cheering and applause, lights when off. Then it came back, focusing only on Natsuki who was slowly playing her guitar at first, then faster as she sang the lyrics hastily and loudly.

I won't give a damn!
I won't even care!
This is not in vain!
There will be no pain!
for I know there's no light!
for nothing is right!

The crowd cheered louder, the drummer started his playing, bass and another set of electric guitars followed as Natsuki kept singing louder and louder.

Everything is a lie!
Just to get you on their little trap!
What a piece of crap!
Nothing is real,
the world is a set up
keep faking, keep lying
there's nothing but you, oh baby
and they keep telling me do this, do that!

I won't give a damn!
I won't even care!
This is not in vain!
There will be no pain!
for I know there's no light!
for nothing is right!

Natsuki stops for a second and starts singing slower and quieter, motioning her fans to quiet a little.

Yet you gaze up at me, looking so cold
looking empty, shameless and helpless
but do you know?
do you even realize?

There's nothing but you and I
even when the world is fucked up
even when we can't see each other
I know that you are outside

Once again the singer sings hastily and loudly for a second time as her fans do the same.

Nothing but you and I, baby!
Nothing can be done!
Nothing worth but our love!
Doesn't matter if we don't know each other
doesn't matter if there is lies at the start
because there is nothing but you and I

No time, no place
that I can't reach and find you
even when the world is fucked up
even when we can't see each other
I know you are outside

I won't give a damn!
I won't even care!
This is not in vain!
There will be no pain!
for I know there's no light!
for nothing is right!

Then there was silence as the song ended with the simple last parts of the song.

There's nothing but you and I
And no matter what we do or think
There is nothing worth more than our love…

A blonde woman in her thirties sat at a simple red couch with a laptop on her lap as her lime eyes scanned it for a while.

Adelle Lane, now one of the most famous producers in German, smirked. It had been two years ago, when she met 19 years old Natsuki Kruger. That fateful night, when the raven-haired thought she was alone at the park. Adelle, doing her usual night walk, was highly impressed the first time she heard Natsuki singing, so bitter, joyful and such passion giving for each word sang. From that day, Natsuki Kruger was known all around German.

She chuckled watching her musician prodigy grumble and sighing as she sat on the couch. They had chosen to rent a simple cottage away from the city for some peace and safety of the fans. The cottage contained all basic necessities Adelle was grateful for: two bedrooms with their respective bathrooms, a small kitchen and living room with a television, small table and two couches.

"Aren't you enjoying Rome?" teased the producer, closing her laptop and putting it on the wooden table.

"Please tell me we are going to a less wild place." grumbled the singer, putting a hand over her head, "What do people feed themselves with? They were too overexcited for my taste."

"So Natsuki likes them docile and tamed?" a grin appearing on her face.

"Adelle." She warned, glaring at the blonde with a slightly blush and then asked, "Where are we going anyway?"

"Japan."

There were many things people we afraid of, however, Natsuki had fewer than usual, common people. In her entire life, she had done her best and tried to surpass others so she will have a better future. She never feared anything but that single word, the single place where she never wanted to go ever again: Japan. She felt her heart stop for a second, her fist tighten till her knuckles were white as she gritted her teeth. Japan was not her favorite place, it was where her past was. A past she wanted so much to forget and avoid.

Adelle watched painfully, her eyes try to avoid looking at the rigid back of Natsuki. She knew her past, she knew and still chose that place. Now all she could do was watch and sigh once Natsuki walked away without a word.

Paris, France –Louvre Museum

Men and women, formally dressed, waited patiently around the Art exhibition of the museum. Suddenly a young chestnut haired woman and middle age man walked over the center of the room where one covered painting hanged alone.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen." The middle age greeted formally his gray eyes staring intently at everyone, "Today we will present the newest piece of work from Shizuru Viola," he motioned toward the crimson eye woman, "she has honored the Louvre Museum by donating this painting to us."

The red dark cloth was taken, adorned with a golden frame, the painting was revealed. It had a dark black with a mix of gray and violet background. There was nothing more than two white figures one with a blue dot on her chest and the other a red one, clearly they were females, one holding the other protectively from behind. It gave the image that the darkness swallowed everything, leaving nothing but both figures at last. At the right corner 'S. V.' was engraved in red. Below the frame, on black, long and thin metal, 'Only you and I' was printed in white.

People started to chat quietly, whispers of 'it's amazing', 'what a weird piece' could be heard slightly. Yet Shizuru stood motionless and emotionless. A polite smile was giving from time to time but she remained quiet.

"Do you ever enjoy our lovely trips around the world?" a teasing voice asked Shizuru playfully after everyone left the room.

"Painting is my world and only with it, will I enjoy myself." She replied monotone still gazing at her painting.

The brunette man sighed and moved next to her. Although Yuuto was Shizuru's sponsor, there was never a real communication between them. The young man had tried everything in his power to make the chestnut haired express herself more and even if he knew that most of the time it was all fake, he wished he could see the real Shizuru: the one who will let her guard down and let her emotions show, the one who smiled while painting and forget about everything but the joy of life.

"We are going back to Japan, rest a little. The flight is early on the morning." Yuuto informed as he left the room silently. Shizuru stared at her painting once more before leaving.

It wasn't till she was back on her hotel, around her sketches, the paint and brushes did she show her true emotions. She knocked her stand, then her paintings and fell on her knees. A single tear dropped from her beautiful face.

A single word, it was all that: Japan. It was all it took for Shizuru Viola to lose her gracefulness in the safety of her room. She laughed bitterly, almost insanely. Her hand, in an act of anger, broke the paint brush she once held. Japan. Where her past, long forgotten was, the only place where people knew who she really was, the one and only cursed place she hated the most.

Mini feed:

Natsuki: wow, that was too much drama don't you think?

Shizuru: -nods- Natsuki is right –glares at rainee-chan-

Rainee-chan: What? I wanted to put some drama ok? Besides there is still a long way to go –sigh-

Natsuki: I think you should just go back to your other fics.

Rainee-chan: BUT! BUT!

Shizuru: no buts –smiles- besides, Rainee-chan got to do that scene I so want it.

Rainee-chan, Natsuki: -sweatsdrop- we might both get traumatized with it…

It's short but hey! I got a lot of details in it and feelings x3 hope you like them. Reviews are always liked xD and you can always tell me you liked or hated it too x3 –used to harsh words- so if it really sucked then thank you for telling me.