Just to let everyone know, I haven't been writing this cause I'm working on something for Nanowrimo and until that's done I really won't be posting anything. Maybe expect more up dates in like another month or two. I know it seems long but if u patient Ill see if I can unload some more.

I wrote this chapter like right after the first one so here ya all go. Maybe if I get some more reviews I'Il update more.

Chapter 2

Shiraishi to the rescue

Ever since he had become an idol, Minoru had focused on learning some new things in his spare time. The first thing he had installed was a tennis court on his lavish two floor house. His house was the nicest in the neighborhood. Hell, it was probably the nicest in all of Japan. He even made sure to have a solid diamond toilet seat put in the master bathroom.

Today was like any other day. Minoru was busy learning tennis from his world renowned tennis couch in his expensive tennis court. In his hand was a personalized racket and even the tennis ball was made out of the best material money could buy.

"Excuse me, Mr. Shiraishi…"

"Sebastian, that is Mr. Shiraishi-san to you!" Minoru interrupted. The butler that had come out of the house sighed. His master was nice but he had changed his name to Sebastian because all butlers should have that name.

"Isn't saying Mr. and san in the same sentence like saying Mr. twice?" the tennis couch asked.

"Well kind of, I like it so just deal with it." Minoru replied. He scanned over his butler to see if he could guess what he wanted. He had a running game with Sebastian that if he could guess what he wanted then Sebastian would have to 1000 sit ups per right guess. Sadly, Minoru hadn't guessed right yet. He was going to get it right this time. "Your here to give me my medicine."

"Sorry young master, we all ready did that this morning." Minoru snapped his fingers. He was a big 0 and 79. "You have call from a Ms. Akira." Minoru almost chocked on his own spit. What could she possibly want?

"Hang the phone up this instant!" Minoru dove behind his tennis coach. "She could send a bomb through the phone and kill us all."

"That's not possible." The tennis couch explained. "She would have to condense the bomb making it into different types of waves that could travel through the phone lines then materialize the bomb and set it off. I highly doubt that will happen." Minoru, still frightened, remained behind his tennis couch.

"Shall I tell her to call back?" Sebastian asked. Minoru eased himself out of his hiding place and grabbed the phone. He had to take it like man or forever lose his pride as a young adult.

"Hello?" he said in the receiver. At first there was no response but then an explosion of Akira's yelling rang in Minoru's ear.

"Finally you answer the god damn phone. Listen to me Minoru, I really really really really need a favor from you and if you even think about saying no I'll completely destroy you and your life." Minoru pulled the phone from her ear. He didn't know if the sudden pains were from Akira's loud voice or if Akira's loud voice had caused a migraine headache.

"Could you explain what happened?" Minoru asked as he slowly put the phone back to his era. Akira began her long explanation about how she lost all her money and how her manager was a complete bastard and should go to hell. The whole conversation (20 minutes of it being Akira cussing out her manager) had lasted about 30 minutes and Minoru's tennis time was out.

"So did you get all that?" Akira asked. As always when she wasn't on stage, Akira sounded pissed like a bat out of hell. Minoru didn't know how to reply. Should he tell her no and risk being crucified by Akira's insane rage or should he say yes and risk being completely destroyed by Akira's insane rage when he screwed something up?

"I think I got everything but where are you know?" Minoru asked. He could hear screaming in the background and what sounded like a gunshot.

"Oh, the owners of the hotel are trying to get into my room but I have the door…one sec." Minoru heard what sounded like machine gun bullets eating through wood. "Go to hell you sons of bitches!!!"

"um…Akira-sama?" Minoru asked.

"What, I told you to hold on. It looks like the owners are bringing in the big guns and I'm almost out of ammo." Akira yelled. Minoru listened to more gun shots and then what sounded like a grenade exploding.

"Akira-sama, are you ok?"

"I'm perfectly fine. I got them all too so there are no worries on my end. Anyway, I want you to get me some big gig as an idol so I can get all my money back." Akira re-explained. "Are you gonna help me or not?" Minoru thought back to the past when he Akira shared so many good times. Sadly, all the times they shared consisted of Akira screaming at Minoru for being a crappy idol and she always threatened to replace him.

"I think I'll pass." Minoru replied. He was about to cut Akira off when all the sudden he heard what sounded like crying on the other end.

"Oh please Minoru, I need your help so badly and you would just leave little old me all alone. Think of how I helped your career and everything I did for you." Akira pleaded. Minoru sighed. He knew she was faking because it was what she did best. Even though he knew it was a lit, Minoru couldn't help but think that Akira really needed his help.

"Well, I guess I do have something we could do to get us to the title of SUPER IDOL."

"Really?" Akira sounded really happy and Minoru couldn't help but smile. Was he going to break through her hard shell? Probably not but he could try.

"Ok Akira, listen to this. We are going to go to America and audition for Transformer 2!" Minoru waited for Akira to reply but nothing happened. There was complete silence but she hadn't hung up because there was on dial tone. "Akira-sama."

"BULL SHIT!!!" Akira yelled. "I want a real job that will make me money."

"But it will." Minoru explained. "Sure the movie got crappy reviews from critics but it still made a tone of money and we all know that the Transformer fan boys will go and see it like 100 times. That means you will have a millions of fans who love you because you stood next to their favorite giant robots that can turn into cars. Not only that but we can make a lot of money."

"Are you serious?" Akira still didn't sound impressed.

"Yes, we could become millionaires, well for me a billionaire, off of one movie." Minoru sounded all excited and ready to go. Akira couldn't help but think it might be a good idea to head to a new place and act. America was where all the big names were after all.

"All right, I'm desperate so I'll bite." Akira replied. "How are we gonna get there."

"We can use my own personal jet." Akira mouth dropped. He had his own jet and she could only afford a crappy trailer that was practically falling apart. Why was Minoru so blessed when she was so cursed to walk down the lowly path of loserdom.

"God damn you Minoru but I have to admit you got pretty good." Akira somewhat complemented. "But you're still not as good as me!!!"