Chapter 2: Tabloids

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We escaped through the side entrance of the theatre. Luckily, Rei-kun had the car waiting right outside, so off we sped. Rei-kun wasn't very happy about the whole Sana-chan and Hayama thing, but then I threatened to make known his Asako plushie. He shut up after that. Mama called us on Rei-kun's cell phone and told us to keep Hayama with us for a few days, because it was our way of paying him back for the last time there was a media blitz, and I had to stay with him. I liked this idea. Akito-kun was awkward with the idea for a while, because the "us" concept and sharing a house doesn't seem quite honorable to him.

"Besides," he said "Natsumi will flip."

"Aww, who cares what Natsumi's gonna say? She'll probably be thrilled with the idea." I replied.

"No, she'll probably hand you a box of pregnancy tests the next time she sees you." He replied.

Silence.

"Not that I have any intention of doing anything like that before marriage or-" I cut him off with my finger.

"Chill out. I wouldn't expect you to." I said, before whacking him with the trusty "Baka mallet".

Akito-kun rubbed his head in frustration, he was obviously a little bit miffed by this. He went back to scowling at the window. I still wonder to this day what he was thinking.

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Oh, I'll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking that I was a monster. A monster. I loved Sana more than anything, but I was simply terrified of what I would try to do if the two of us were alone. I was also afraid of the media. Sana, of course, was used to all the hype. Me? Not so much. I was pretty scared of what they would say about me, because, hey, I don't have a backbone made of steel, y'know. And besides. I'm a GUY. It's in our brains. It is how we are WIRED. I had no idea if I'd be able to help myself. And Sana has that capability of putting herself right in front of me just waiting for me to do something. That's how it is to me, anyway. Her? She just screams and yells about it and rants until she hits me. Hard. Bruises. I have scars from her. Oh well. It was all worth it.

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When we arrived at home, Rei-kun pulled into the garage and we raced through the garage door that leads to the house. The paparazzi, and fans were screaming outside the gated house. When we walked inside, Mama and Shimura-san stood waiting. I heard Akito gulp. I giggled. Mama encouraged this sort of thing. Besides, she likes Akito. Shimura-san looked nervous and edgy. I don't think she trusts Akito very much. She'll learn. Mama looked edgy. Was she disappointed in me and Akito?

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I don't know what was going through Kurata-san's mind, but she didn't look happy. She had the deadpan/I-hate-you-so-much look on her face. Then, the wierdest thing happened. That squirrel that lives on her head started jumping on me. For a split second I thought it was attacking me, but as it so happens, it was happy. It was nuzzling me. Like a cat, only different. I awkwardly petted it's back. I was a little unsure of what to do with myself. I looked up at Kurata-san Who will henceforth be referred to as Misako, as to avoid any confusion, who then smiled at me and…. Glomped me. It is obvious that Sana and her are mysteriously related. Even though they aren't quite… biologically related. You know what I mean. The maid, Shimura-san smiled at me. Misako then held me at arm's length.

"Sana-chan, will you show Hayama his room?" She requested.

"Sure," Sana replied.

We headed up the spiral staircase, at leisure. Sana looked straight ahead, but kept bumping my hand with hers. I didn't know what she wanted.

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Honestly, Akito can be so dense sometimes! I kept bumping my hand against his, I WANT TO HOLD HANDS. Isn't it OBVIOUS??

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Then Sana bumped my hand and hooked our pinky fingers. Oh. I get it. I grabbed her hand, un-reluctantly. I looked over at her and she smiled. She was still wearing that blue dress. Then out of no where, a combination of the long dress and high heels made her trip up the next step. She was falling. So, naturally, I did the only thing I could do, dive under her and catch her.

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I know he was trying to catch me, but it didn't really work. He primarily acted as a cushion. I fell on him. He laughed. I laughed. In a way, it was awkward, we were just sitting there me lying on top of him. It was wrong in my head, but in a way, it felt so right. Like this was where we were meant to be. I had a feeling he felt the same way. But then he flushed and started to sit up. Even so, he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him for a strong embrace. And then a kiss. Peck, not long, just sweet.

"Wow," I grinned "If this is what I get for falling over a stair, what happens when I break my arm or something?"

Akito flushed.

"I 'unno…" He muttered.

So we continued up the stairs in silence and I stopped at a door. This door was conveniently located next door to my room.

"Here's your room." I said, opening the door.

Akito peered inside, then whistled.

"This is a nice room." He said.

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And it was a nice room! It was decorated in primarily blue, which is my favorite color. The King-sized bed was in the center of the far wall. The bed covering was thick, and had gold embellishments of Chinese Dragons in them. The Curtains matched. The actual furniture was of dark, mahogany wood I think. To it's It being the bed right was a nightstand with a silk covered lamp "Will it catch on fire?". To it's left was a closet door. Next to the Closet Door, was an empty chest of drawers. On the wall opposite the chest of drawers was a simple, but also beautiful hutch covered desk and chair. On top of the hutch of the desk was a phone. The whole room was something straight out of a hotel.

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"Wanna see the rest of the house?" I asked

"Sure," Said Akito, making a mental note to remember where his room was. So, with glee, I showed Akito around her house, showing rooms such as Misako's room of things bought off the internet, the kitchen, the four other guest rooms "Hmm, And mine just happens to be right next to your room." , My room, and more. Close to an hour later, we arrived back in front of Akito's room's door.

"Well, oyasumi-nasai." I said holding my hand up in a half-wave.

"Yeah, oyasumi-nasai." Akito replied, turning to his door.

I turned and shuffled to my bedroom door. But I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked, and it was Akito. A-ki-to. Still getting used to the name on my tongue. Akito then held me and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. I loved it, head-kisses are so cute! Besides that, I was beside myself. So much had happened in the past five hours. I broke our embrace.

"So what struck you with the idea in which to come and confess to me?" I asked. I wasn't upset or anything, simply curious. It seemed very…random. And fast-moving.

"Well," he replied. "I knew you'd been avoiding me, so I needed to find you in a place where you couldn't run. And that place, is in the public for all to see." He smiled his half-fox smile.

"Hayama Akito, what am I going to do with you?" I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading to my room.

A/N: That is the symbol that will appear when a new day is beginning. And incase you hadn't figured out '---' is the sign for when the Point of View is switching between two characters.

I yawned and stretched. It took me a minute to figure out where I was. Then I remembered what I had done, and everything with Sana last night. I smiled. But I didn't know quite what to do, this wasn't my house. I couldn't march downstairs and start eating the Kuratas out of house and home. So I decided to see what Sana was doing. I threw off the ornate covers and sat on the edge of the bed for five or ten minutes, trying to wake up completely. I stood up and found I was in the same clothes I was in last night. I glanced around the room and found a pair of jeans, a black T-Shirt, and socks on top of the chest of drawers. I had a feeling Shimura-san had put them in here. My mouth twitched a little. I had had apprehensions toward Shimura-san but now they were gone. I changed into the clothes and marched out the door to Sana's room, slipping a tad on the hard wood floor because of my new socks. I knocked on her bedroom door. No answer. So I just walked in, whispering "Sanaaaa" incase she was still asleep. She wasn't. She was sitting on her windowsill just looking outside, with the window open. It appeared that she had started to change and then sat down cause she was only wearing a white pleated skirt and her bra. I started to blush but then began to back out of the room slowly. The door creaked. I froze. She didn't hear. I continued to back out of the room. The door creaked again, louder this time. She turned, saw me and shrieked.

"AKITO YOU PERV!!!" Sana screamed, arms flailing about for a shirt to cover herself with.

Oh, but that's not it. Then, she started throwing things at me. Not small things such as pieces of clothing or small pieces of lint that were found lying on the floor, either. BIG things. Like heavy books. And Flashlights. And purses. After about ten seconds of avoiding objects, something connected with my head and I passed out. Close to five minutes later, Sana is kneeling over me, crying.

"Oh my God, Akito, what have I done? What have I done? Oh, I went and killed you. OR maybe you're alive and I gave you a concussion or maybe-"

Then she leaned down and started kissing my face and my neck, in a somewhat repentant state.

I could, y'know, just let her think I was dead.

She kissed me on the lips.

Or not.

I began to kiss back, a little.

Her eyes grew wide. I noticed she had thrown on a pale blue spaghetti strap shirt. I also noticed that she had applied some mild makeup (which had smeared down her face due to crying.) and put her hair in a ponytail.

I'm guessing she wasn't that worried about me.

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? OF COURSE I was worried. I was scared to death. When I was looking out the window (watching a mother bird feed her chics, no less), I had already done my hair and slight makeup. I don't wear a lot. Just mascara. The only thing I did different was put on a shirt. (naturally) But then when I saw I had knocked him out, I started to get worried. So I shoved the books, flashlight, and my purse back in my room and then started to cry. I'm not at school much, due to my career, so it's not like I know how to check pulses or anything. I was in such a state of shock that I had completely forgotten. But the look on his face… He looked pained, but almost peaceful. His mouth was open slightly, and there was a large bruise on the left of his forehead. When he started to kiss back, I practically fell on him in relief.

"Hayama Akito, don't you ever scare me like that again." I said, scowling.

He sat up.

"Kurata Sana, don't you ever start throwing books at me ever again." He said, rubbing his head.

I shook my head, "You were asking for it, you Peeping Tom."

Then he shook his head. "I wanted to know what to do next, I'm a bit of a stranger here. So I knocked. You didn't answer, so I went in."

"Then why were you crouched behind the door, blushing, and backing out like a puppy who got hit on the nose for doing something bad?" I asked.

"Because I didn't want this to happen." He said, pointing at his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry…" I said, wincing. It looked like his head hurt.

So I began to help him up, and we headed down the stairs to breakfast. Halfway down, Rei-kun attacked us with a shocked and angry expression on his face.

"I HAVE FAILED AS A MANAGER!! MY LIFE IS OVER!!" He screamed falling flat on his face at Akito and I's feet. I bent down.

"Rei-kun, what's wrong??" I asked, frowning. Rei-kun's crazy, but not normally this early in the morning.

Rei-kun frowned, then shoved a newspaper in my face. I stared at the headline, then looked over at Akito, whose eyes grew wide.

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Oh. Oh No. The Tabloids, the paparazzi. They sure know their stuff. How to get to people and all. The Newspaper read, loud and clear:

JUST WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS??

I glared. Directly under it, was a picture of me and Sana, and the kiss. Beneath that was an article, questioning who I was, where I came from, and who did I think I was, daring to kiss THE Kurata Sana in public like that. Sana looked at me and grabbed my shoulder.

"Don't worry, they're just trying to push our buttons and annoy us." She said.

I responded by kicking the wall, a habit I still carry around.

"Akito!" Sana reprimanded, now looking angry.

I flushed. "You can't expect me to just shrug it off like you! I'm not used to this."

Sana's face softened. "I know. But we have to take a practical approach to this."

I glared. "Like what??"

Sana held her face for a while, then smiled evilly.

"I have a plan."