Ch. 1

"A toast to our success," Nao said holding a bottle of beer high in the air. The four months tour had them raking in a lot of money, and now that they're back in Tokyo again. Of course, Alyssa had excused herself from this party to see her fiancé, the girl had been engaged to Greer Miyu for three years now and they're still madly in love with one another. Yukino was the only one still at the party with Nao, but not because she's interested in the party drinking crap from Nao. Not at all, but she's there with the group's manager who she had gotten really smitten with over the last year or so. Mikoto had left for home as soon as their flight landed at the airport, something about family charity event that her parents wanted her to be there.

"Yeah I'll be home but if there's anything I'll be sure to let you know Shi-chan," Mikoto spoke over the phone as she shifted her bike into gear and sped up down the highway. She wasn't about to be heading home right after coming back from a tour, because once she does that she would have to get back into her writing mode to produce more songs for the group. Mikoto was drained from the tour and just wanted to relax instead, but she knew that it's not possible.

Veering off the highway, Mikoto was heading to her favorite place for a little relaxation. It was a mistake that changed her life forever, whether it was for good or bad was another thing all together. Someone dashed out from one of the street's corner and Mikoto put on the break and veered away from the pedestrian and slid her bike across the road and smashed into the pole.

"What the fuck?" Mikoto cursed as she got on her feet and removed her helmet. But her initial anger turned into worried when the person that jumped in her way looked bloody and scared. "Are you alright?" Mikoto hurried to the woman's side and help steadied her. There was a light cut on her throat and a bad laceration on her chest, she whimpered lightly tugging onto Mikoto's shirt in hope to hide from whatever that was doing that to her.

"Mai, you know you can't run from me," a calm yet sadistic tone echoed as a man in his late twenties. He was handsome, charming to be precise with his long sideburns and blonde and brown hair. He looked smart, like a politician and Mikoto knew she saw him somewhere before but just can't seem to remember it at the moment. The shiny knife in his hand really distracted her, "You should be obedient and a good wife Mai." He grinned broadly like he hadn't noticed Mikoto there, but a flicker of anger flashed through him when he finally seemed to notice of Mikoto's presence.

Without another word, he lunged for Mikoto with knife over his head; Mikoto was appalled by the man's action as she twisted her body a little and raise her right leg up kicking his side hard. "I hate pretty boy," she said flatly as she let go of the woman. "They're nothing but a bunch of scoundrels," she continued moving away from the tip of his knife. He was strong, stronger than she had expected, giving her quite a bit of trouble until he stabbed himself while trying to kill her. He smelled a bit like alcohol and something else, but Mikoto doesn't have the time to worry about that.

She was pretty calm as she called for an ambulance and the police, the girl couldn't give a shit if the man live or died but the woman doesn't look too good. She waited around and helped to stop the bleeding, while the man cried out for help Mikoto ignored him completely and let him bleed to his doom.

"You can't be fucking serious!" Nao slammed her hands on the table with disbelief in her voice echoing for the rest of the members there. "That's how it seemed," Mikoto said calmly sitting on the other side of the table in orange jumpsuit and handcuffs on her hands. It has been three days since the incident; she was thrown in jail immediately after the ambulance took the woman to the hospital. Nothing major happened, and the media haven't got a hold of it yet otherwise it would be headlines on every bloody channel by now.

Young star from Generation Next murdered a rising politician! This must be a high profile case, or some one pulling strings to keep it out of the media. Just yesterday, Mikoto had received news that her grandfather disowned her as his heir from her lawyer that her family had hired for the coming trial. Mikoto had never given a rat about her family's wealth, her grandfather had been the one forcing her studying abroad all her life until she reached college with a full scholarship she went to study in music instead of business. Her decision angered her grandfather greatly, and now with her arrest, things had truly taken for the worst.

"But it's out of self-defense, you say it yourself." Alyssa said, as she's still unable to fathom how someone like Mikoto could be a killer. The girl looked tough because she's into sport bikes and owned a few motorcyles herself, but that hardly put her into the killer spot. The girl had been the quiet type, usually serious and enjoyed being alone. It's how she got her creativity going and wrote ninety percent of the songs for their first album and it was a success.

"Politicians always could pull some strings to twist the report into something else," Mikoto shrugged, it seemed like she didn't care if they find her guilty and put her away for a long time. Her life had been less than exciting, because up until now almost everything in her life was set out for her to follow.

Unlike the other girls in the group, Mikoto had never been able to made her choice in anything but the college she went through and that raised hell in her family. The road for her had been chosen before the day she was born, because she inherited the Minagi last name. Along with it the burden of the family's reputation, Mikoto never wanted any of it. She wanted to be her own person, being recognized as Minagi Mikoto, not the granddaughter of the great Minagi Jijirou.

"This is absurd," Yukino chimed in. "Bullshit is more like it," Nao said between clenched teeth. "Not to worry, there's a statement prepared for this so that the media won't hound you guys." Mikoto assured them. She looked up and saw the warden approached her, "Visiting time is over, I wish you all the best of luck with your career."

Her career ended as it picked up, abruptly and with the trial that will ended with her either a free person or convicted and spent much of her remaining life in jail. She's treated like everyone else; the only thing she got was a notebook and a mechanical pencil since it was a specific request from her lawyer. So she spent much of her times pacing around the cell thinking of new lyrics, Mikoto didn't stop writing just because she's in jail.

I'm a dreamer, dreaming a simpler life. A life where you and I can be together, but dream isn't easy to make into reality. I want to be my own person, running my own life and making my own mistakes. I don't want all this money, because money can't buy the love I'm looking for. I'm a dreamer, dreaming of a love that isn't built on money. Doesn't matter where we are, as long as we're together then I'm okay with it. Remember the days, when we were young a foolish, thinking money could buy anything. But that was the past; let's walk together into the future. Making our own fortune, living our own lives and being together through thick and thin. Money isn't everything, because I got you with me. I'm a dreamer, but I strive to make it all a reality. Let's walk together… together into the future that's ours to make. Let's walk together…