F A M E Chapter 2: We Meet Again, a shugo chara! fanfic

"Hello, everyone! I am Goose!" host of Good Morning Japan! exclaimed. The set was more packed and smelling like nail polish and hairspray than usual. This was very impressive, for so many people to wake up early and show up on a primetime talk show. With so many chaotic women and envious men in the audience, there could only be one explanation for this. "We're going to continue our interview with F.A.M.E here. They are currently the number one boy group in Japan and we are so lucky today to have them here~! Give it up, everyone!"

The crowd roared and whistled in response (except for most of the men). The three F.A.M.E members smiled humbly in appreciation and waved to their fans. It has been two years since their debut after all; it's about time they get used to being famous.

"So," Goose continued, "I haven't caught on to this F.A.M.E trend until a few weeks ago when your newest single was released. What does F.A.M.E stand for?"

Tadase, leader of the group, looked past the fact that probably lived under a rock her whole life since she didn't know who they were and answered with a smile, "Fine Asian Men of the East."

"Ah. A very suitable name. You boys are all very handsome. Remind us all what your positions are, please?"

This time the youngest of the group replied. He enjoyed answering questions. Though he was the youngest, he has the most logic and is the most studious. In a relaxed tone, Kairi perfectly explained, "Tadase is the lead rapper and sub-vocalist of the group." The crowd giggled in response. Such a delicate man voice as a rapper? He went on, "I supply the main vocals and Cocoa there is the lead dancer and sub-vocalist."

Sitting on the right of Kairi was "Cocoa", as fans called him. Even with him just sitting down, you could tell that he is tall, lean, and toned. So far in this interview, he hasn't spoken a word. But then again, he has always been personal. Anyone who hides their face, name, and family history from the world would definitely be concluded as personal. The only physically concealed part were his eyes; rousing complexity to waver in the air.

"Cocoa. I heard they call you that because of your dancing."

"At first, I just took the last syllable of my name and repeated it twice. I didn't even notice that it had the same pronunciation as 'Cocoa'," he replied. Goose looked mesmerized after hearing his voice. The mystery factor seemed to be effective on women of all ages.

"Okay. I hope you don't mind me asking, but why do you have to conceal your eyes? You've got such a nice nose, a slim jaw line, and defined lips. You're even prettier than I am! How about this? Either you take of the shades or you take off your shirt."

Although the crowd went wild with anxiety, the dancer was not the least bit flattered, nor was he amused at her attempt to get him to reveal his face. He was not going to reveal his face to the public; well, not yet at least. If he took off his shirt, what would his mother say? Stripping= against cultural morals in Japan, entertainment in America. He promised his mother that his fans wouldn't see his face until—well, he didn't like to think about it. Either way, there were no intentions to break that promise.

Looks like the shirt is going off.

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The next morning, I woke up draped on Utau's couch. Instead of looking up to a familiar purple ceiling, I saw a crème colored ceiling instead. Somehow I managed to fall asleep on this foreign couch last night. What was I doing here? Of all places, Utau's—

Oh yeah. I'm Utau.

"Finally awake?" she called from her room.

"Yeah," I said. "Can't blame me if I'm ridiculously tired." I got up off the couch and made way to her room. Bedroom is on the left of the hallway, bathroom is on the right, I thought. Not that hard to remember. "What's going on?"

"Just packing for the trip," she replied. "I wrote down your whole schedule for two months on the calendar, by the way." My gaze shifted to the wall. Indeed there was a calendar, and indeed it was filled up. I can't wait. "You need to go to the dance studio in an hour to work on some choreography."

"Got it."

"When you come back, you have to get ready for tutoring."

"Okay."

"And when that's over, you—what are you smirking about?" She followed my glare to her luggage. Once she realized what I was snickering at, she turned pink.

"You're packing lingerie for your trip?" I teased, causing the singer to become even more embarrassed. Her hands raced to her traveling things, trying to cover the lacy black fabric sitting in her luggage. Seems like Japan's songbird has a few dirty intentions.

"Kukai is 18 and legal."

I continued to chuckle as I left the room.

"Go get ready for your practice!"

And I did.

I didn't notice it on my way here, but the apartment building was like a paradise. Only four houses were on this piece of land, so only four of ITTunes acts are living here. The whole area was shaped like a baseball diamond, with living quarters at every corner, but filled with a paradise. The rest of it was used for a tennis court, dance studio, swimming pool, exercise room, and a fish pond. This is probably why you don't see celebrities out in public everyday.

I took a few steps onto the platform of a resort. Worries of the lonely, anomalous premises of Utau's home and the pressure of xeroxing her life for two months were temporarily fading away. Knowing that there's a relaxing playground was going to give me something to look forward to, even though everything to look forward to might be risky and cause panic (Who doesn't like to play?). Utau is going to the airport now, flying east for the winter. Do I want to be in her place during her leave? No.

Am I ready? Yes.

The first person I'm officially fooling is behind the doors of the dance studio in front of me. All that I have to do is open the door, walk in, and dance. I'm sure that no matter how dumb or intellectual this instructor is, he will be fooled. I am confident I won't be caught.

Wait. . . I can't dance!

Oh, Utau, save me! I contemplated in hysteria. How about I go to China in your place and you stay here and dance? Oh my Kami, what if I have to dance with the instructor? He'll figure me out for sure! What if there's a whole class in there, too? Then everyone in the class will figure me out. I felt nothing but vulnerable at the thoughts of this. I was so panicked, I pleaded for help in my own mind, just physically motionless. Oh, Rima, there goes your confidence. Stay strong; you are the best at preserving strength.

Just turn around and go back home. Call him later and tell him that I'm sick. It was a good plan. Fairly simple and logical it was, what could go wrong? I began to pace back to the apartment. Oh, how I wish I'd left earlier. The sound of the doorknob turning followed by its creaking was heard. This can't be good.

"Utau-chan?" called a male voice. The voice was deep, silky, and lulling. It was familiar, but gave me goose bumps. Something in my memory advised me not to reply to this voice, though it is unknown.

I gave in. There goes my strength. "Yes?"

"Are you going to come in and work on the choreography?"

"I'm actually feeling unwell, so I came by to tell you." I tried to imitate the sound of a tuberculosis patient. I was still facing the green grass and the tennis court, but every bone in my body was so compelled to turn around; I really wanted to see the voice's face.

"Well, if that's the case," he began, "I'll take you to get some porridge."

I was beginning to get jealous of Utau, having such a kind and caring dance instructor. If I was Rima right now, I'd gladly accept his offer. At that point, I could only wonder how handsome the speaker was. But as Utau, I had to refuse. "You know I can't go out. I'll get mobbed." I coughed hectically once more.

"Well just go prepare your disguise, for when we used to hang out all those years ago, why don't you?"

"Ah, you see," I started. My voice was shaking. I began to laugh nervously to hide the panic overwhelming me. ". . . it's been so long since we last hung out. Would you please remind me what this disguise was made of?" Then I coughed again.

"First of all," he said, "you didn't wear pigtails. Your hair was curly and down." I heart his footsteps approach me from behind. My fists were clenched tight, nails stabbing my flesh. I ignored the pain, but I couldn't get behind the words he said. Utau did not have curly blonde hair; I did. A pair of hands was on the bands of my pigtails now. The next thing I knew, my hair was out of its bind. "You've got to go put on your brown contacts, too."

"Oh, you see, I'm already wearing them." I let out a real cough. I was choking on my panic and fear. Hopefully my statement would keep him from stepping in front of my face and get him back in the studio.

"Great, that's good. You know what you have to do next?"

"Wear sunglasses and a hat?"

The worst I feared had occurred. He took two quick steps from behind me, brushing out tangles in my hair with his fingers, to in front of me and looking at me straight in the eyes. He was as handsome as I daydreamed he could be, but as clever as my worst nightmares. Almost an hour into being Utau, I'd been recognized. Just from hearing the tone of his voice, I knew he was familiar. From what I remembered, he was too smart to make a living being a dance instructor. If he's this perceptive, he has the potential to become a detective or a CIA investigator. Anyway-

Nagihiko Fujisaki, we meet again.

He said with a cruel, mocking smile, "You have to change your name to Rima Mashiro."

I had a hard time writing this chapter TT-TT Went to go Google some writing tips, and found out my writing could use a ton or work. I'm still in the process of becoming a better writer, and I hope my readers would be patient (: I have two things I want to talk to you guys about:

Firstly, I'm getting a lot of views, favorites, and alerts, but only some of you actually reviewed. Don't be afraid to review! I don't bite. As an author, I like to hear from my readers what I should change, what I should improve on, and maybe get some tips as well.

Secondly, should I change my summary? I'm debating about it, and I don't know D: It seems like only a little excerpt from the first chapter and doesn't cover the story as a whole. My title didn't come out the way I wanted it to. I wanted it to be F.A.M.E but now it looks like I don't know; why am I stressing out about the title? Should I change my summary?

I know its cheesy how Tadase, Kairi, and the other one are in a band together. Who'd ever thought, right? I thought it would be better than using OCs, because no one really cares about them. Honestly, I don't give a hoot xD But please bear with the tackyness! We need Tadase and Kairi to initiate the Yairi! :D