Okay here is the 1st chapter of my tribute to the 39's Giving day Concert. So, please enjoy it as much I enjoy writing it.

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Chapter 1: FIRST ENCOUNTER START WITH PUFF PUFF ACTION

"Huh, those are some weird stars"

And I wasn't lying. It was a clear sky and with only the moon to shine over the night, particularly because it was raining earlier. Yet there were four stars, their twinkles and shine are brighter even than the moon. Those four stars were twinkling in a weird ways. I don't know if my eyes were playing trick on me, but I swore that the stars blink and arrange themselves accordingly from time to time. Sometimes I can make a leek out of the constellation, then it somehow change into banana then orange, and finally an octopus head? Hmmm, these prove either that my Diet Coke actually have alcohol in it or I have a lot of 'free' time.

I glance over my watch as I took another gulp of my Diet Coke. Drat! My breaks time is over and I should hurried up or suffer the torturing lectures from my supervisor. My God, who would guess that a shorty guy like that can do so much bickering? I crumpled the can with my hand and take an aim at the nearest trash can.

Ready.

Aim. And throw.

Dang! It misses. Whatever, I should get back to work. There is a lot of thing to be packed as the concert has ended for the night. Speaking of the concert, it was the most bizarre thing that I ever witness. Usually, those who get to perform at Zepp Tokyo, one of the largest performance halls in Tokyo have large fan base or their songs have made it to Oricon chart. Well, I am not saying that the ones that were performing just now does not fit that criteria, since the hall was full and the event was pretty successful. It's just that the artists that were performing do not even have a solid body; they were just programs for God's sake. What were they called? Vocalist? Vocasing? Whatever. As far I know those who that came were otakus, a fragment from society that was considered freaks in Japan. Well, I don't hate them though; at least they have the obsession and motivation to keep on living. Who am I to judge?

And there. That was the last box. Phew. I thought this was an easy job for quick money, so I volunteered to help as one of my sister's friend's cousin mentioned about some empty spots for part-timers. He said it would be exciting and thrilling to work backstage during a live performance. Remind me not to believe every mince of words that come out of his mouth ever again. It was not fun at all. There was not even a moment that I could sat down and relax. Every second there would be orders of this and that. Come to think of it, if those otakus didn't come in a ridiculously large crowd, there would not be such bustling scenario. Now that gives me the reason to hate them. Darn otakus!Those Akihabara freaks and Ikebukuro poison girls should just stay where they belong. Why come all the way to Odaiba and gave me such a hard time?

I looked around the rooms where the store the fancy and high-techs equipments used for the concerts. I can see some guitars and musical equipments packaged carefully in styrofoam. There was also a very big screen, probably used to project some cool CG effects to make up for the 'presence' of the artist. They look rather expensive. It would take a lifetime of an average Joe to pay these up in case he broke any. Boy, I would rather not be that person.

''PACHI"

Okay, that doesn't sound good. It seems I have step on something-oh God, I hope it wasn't anything expensive. And suddenly there was a whiz sound coming from behind my back. Great. That sure going to add up into my inbox of worries. I turned to face the would-be torture of a lifetime. There was the big screen I passed earlier. Except now it kind of shimmering with neon light. Oh, the thing I step on just now was probably the switch. Thank God it wasn't anything serious and who the heck left such thing lying around like that. I took the liberty to be the nice guy and put it somewhere safer, out of reach and out of mind.

When I come back, I noticed there was a person behind the screen. It was a girl, about 16 years old. Wait, those twin tails, the weird uniform and light olive hair that oddly seems natural enough. Where have I seen this girl before? Suddenly it struck me. Ceh, this must be one of the infamous obsessed cosplayer, breaking into the store room in search for souvenir.

"Hey, miss! You are not allowed in here so be a good girl and go home".

No answer. Okay, that kinda pissed me off. I strode toward her. Oh, boy! That girl would be chased out of this place with more than just sore ass.

Then, I stop. Oh man, what a laugh. I f anyone see me right now, they might be ROFLOL. It was the screen. It was projecting a virtual image of the girl that sang on the stage tonight. Still, this was some masterpiece indeed. I was at the back the whole time so I can only hear the machine-like voice sings all the songs. I have no idea that the image could be so human-like this up close. I took a step and observed the image closer. Hmm, 'she' seems cute like this-peacefully asleep like any a robot that are waiting for orders.

The image and I were only a breath away from each other, and then the eyes suddenly pop open. Startled, I jumped back a little. Something wrong with the system, I guess. Then I noticed that image was staring at me. Creepy. Before I could react, there was this blinding light coming from the screen engulfing the room, preventing me from have a clear vision. Then, something or someone just fall on me, causing my body to twirl around before falling, head first. Luckily I landed on something soft.

Wait, soft?

Curiously, I placed my hand on the 'soft thing', trying to feel it. It was indeed soft like marshmallow. Another its notable features are it is round, and it was medium sized. Following my instinct, I squeezed it a little. Then, there was a brief body movement under me and also I think I heard a soft moan. Okay, that fit the entire picture. Now, to see the one I was having puff puff action with and hopefully, she was kind enough not to scream. With that kind of hope, I slowly raised my head.

There our eyes meet.

What a cutie.

Her face is flawless, smooth like a pearl. Her hair that fashioned in twin tails seems nice to touch and its smell of something sweet. Her pink and small lips are quivering, letting small breath from time to time. I can't help but want to pinch her cute nose. Her light green eyes, probably wearing a contact, were staring straight at me. Her eyes were teary and that make her more cute and innocence. Tears? Then, I noticed her expression and also the position that we are in. I also noticed that I haven't moved my hand from its previous place. She is going to scream, isn't she?

"KYA..Mpfhh", I quickly put my hand over her mouth. If I haven't done that, God knows where I am going to spend the rest of the night. A bed behind bar is not my idea of relaxation after a sweaty night.

"Wait, please don't scream and calm down. I am sorry. I didn't mean to. Don't worry, there was barely anything that I could feel with, so you are safe".

She glare menacingly at me and her eyes screamed 'WHAT?YOU TAKE THAT BACK!' Okay, I guess that was my bad.

"Sorry, my bad. Actually, yours feel good, probably the best I ever felt," and then she blushed while raising an eyebrow, "okay that's make me sound like a pervert, so forget it."

Wait, what the heck she is doing here? Is she a thief? I pressed my hand more on her mouth and enter interrogation mode.

"Hey, who are you? What with the funny clothes? How did you get in here? Speak! Or I will call the security and have you…YEOWW!"

Did she just bit my hand? That hurt damn it!

"You bitch…"

She was gasping when she look at me with her round puppy eyes.

"Sorry master, but you are being mean. You nearly choked me to death. And how I am supposed to answer you master if you cover my mouth?"

Good point, and what did she just call me? My mind is still fuzzy, focusing on the pain inflected on my hand. Urgh, I hope I won't catch any infection like rabies.

Before I could say anything, she stood up and said, "Now, master. There is no time to loose. Show me the stage"

"Huh!" is all I can muttered. What this girl blabbering about? Ignoring me, she quickly walked toward the door.

"Master, what are you waiting for? Come on, I need to sing," she turned at me while standing with both her hand at her waist, beside the door. I stood there dumbfounded, still processing of what just happened.

"Fine, I will look for it by myself," she puffed her cheeks, cute, then she smiled and said "well, meet you at the stage master," and with that she took off.

My train of thoughts are still processing when it hits me. Of course! She is a wacko. With that all her weird actions and behaviors just now will make sense and perfectly logical. I smiled, satisfied after producing such smart conjecture.

I stared at the door. She was nowhere to be seen. I would not follow her. It's not my problem if she bumps into the staff and get into trouble. I am not the one who let her in. What do I care if she got caught and thrown into jail? That's her problem not mine.

Drat.

I should chase after her, shouldn't I?

Yeah, I should. God, this is so much pain in the ass!

Okay, that's the end of 1st chapter folk. Hope you enjoy it. Look forward to the next chapter on next Monday. By the way, I was Odaiba, Zepp Tokyo was real, so check it out if you don't believe me^^.

Hellcove: Miku, what you doing at the corner?

Miku : (feeling her breast) I am not pettanko(flat).