Author note: for those of you who think I labelled this story wrong, I did not. To understand why this under 'Skip Beat' you have to read Kuu Hizuri background and than re-read the first chapter to truly get it. There's been so many of you telling me I put this under the wrong label that I've developed a headache.
I do not own Skip Beat.
Enjoy!
When Butch woke up, he felt like he had slept for days, when in reality it was only six hours, years of working through the nights had honed his body so that, he only needed 2 or 3 hours of sleep and he would wake up completely refreshed.
He looked around his home, it was nice despite being the owner of a company, that makes cartoons and anime.
Something, people tend to look down upon, as a serious profession.
He had just sat down to eat his breakfast, when he got a call from his phone.
"Hello?" He said.
"B-Boss, thank god, you picked up." A panicking voice said, which he recognized, as his second in charge whenever he decided to take a day off.
"What is it?" He said, it was eight in the morning, he usually showed up at work at ten.
"It's crazy over here, the phones haven't stopped ringing, ever since I came here, apparently it's been like this, since four in the morning. Apparently the first episode of 'Attack on Titan' was like a bomb shell, fan bases are popping up everywhere and a huge number of people are following everybody. There are even reporters who are calling for a one on one interview with the creator"
What?
He was joking right.
Ch 2: The beginning of Attack on Titan fever.
Butch, made his way to the main company building by car, he parked in his usual spot and made his way to the front door, his trusty tradition and digital art kit, slung over his shoulder in his bag, as he walked through the door, to find Chaos at the front desk.
"No, the boss isn't here yet, would you like to leave a message?" A women in a suit said, there were five other ladies surrounding her, each of them, looked busy at their desk.
"What? You want to do business with the studio and hire some of our workers for a big project" Another women said.
"What, you want to apply to work at the studio?" Another women said.
"Sorry, most of our writer's are busy at the moment or haven't come in yet, would you like to leave a message?" Another women said.
"Yes, I'm sorry ma'am that you think our latest show is too violent for your children to watch, if you have noticed, we put a warning at the start of the episode along with what we deemed suitable for a certain age group and up" Another women said, sounding annoyed. "It's your own children's choice on what they want to watch, we are not accountable for your own children's choice's. No, ma'am, we will not stop releasing more episodes to the public because one of your children happened to have a nightmare about it. You can, just simply put your TV on child block..."
"For the last time, Mr Manaas, the show is purely fictional, it's not a predication of the end of the world. Yes, it is safe for you to leave your home. No, Titan's won't come after you and find you, and the nearest wall closest to your home is actually a dam, it's not there to keep any Titan's out. It's there to keep the water in." A women said, sighing.
Several people noticed him in the lobby.
"Good morning, Boss." One guy said.
"Good morning, sir." A women said, which started a whole heard of people greeting him including the reception women.
"Good morning, everyone" He said, his morning cigarette in his mouth and his hair looking wild as usual, as he wondered how to describe the scene in front of him.
He walked through several double door's and was met with the sound, of about ten phones going off at once, he almost dreaded going to his own office and glancing at his own personal phone on the desk.
It was supposed to be his silent heaven, not a phoning hell.
He walked into it and as expected, the phone on his desk was ringing.
Did he dare?
He walked towards his seat, sat down, dropped his bag and picked up his phone and said. "Hello?"
"Oh, Mr Butch. It looks like I've finally reached you" A voice said, that he recognized as, Merlin Hargraves, one of his investors, so the man was very rich.
"Is there anything wrong, Mr Hargraves?" He said, for one of his investors to call his personally...
"No, nothing is wrong" the man said, "I just came to congratulate you, on a job well done. I always know that my money was safe hands in your hand. I just finished hearing from my nephew that watched your show last night, about how he loved it and wants to get an autograph from some of the voice actors. I just have say, what you stumbled upon was pure genius. In the past you came up, with some good idea's but this...I can tell this is going to be a gold mine and I would be a fool not to take the opportunity right in front of my eyes"
"Mr Hargraves, what are saying?" He said.
"Just tell me how much you want, so that you can start merchandising" The man said, shocking him, sure in his past work, the shows would sometimes get popular enough to have an action figure or two, maybe even a poster made, but he was never given money for merchandising so freely before.
"And I know, that you wouldn't do things half assed." The man said, "I know your very through, with detail, so I expect when the toy rang comes out that they look exactly like the character's in the show, to the very detail, of course there are always the cuter version for those who aren't into seeing such realism."
And Butch was just left speechless.
"So call me when you've figured out the price and let's talk" The man said, before ending the call.
What just happened? He couldn't help but wonder, as he put the phone down and not even a second later, it rang again.
This time it was another investor calling to congratulate him on his show, he spent four hours, speaking to one investor after another, each offering up money to help anyway they could.
He was left stunned.
And they weren't the only ones that called, he had to switch his phone off and unplug the cable phone, just to get some peace and quiet.
In the short, blissful period he had between projects, he would usually try to bring another manga that didn't exist, in this world to life.
Kuroko no Basket.
It was really a shame that such an intense and amazing sports manga didn't exist, and the only way he could bring it forward into this world was through the web, since it wouldn't work, if he want to Japan to try and publish it.
Because it was being viewed for free, it already had a occult following, he was pretty popular on the web and there had been people from all over, who offered to translate the manga in different languages, so not just the people who spoke English could understand it.
There were even some studios who called, and wanted to get the rights to animate the online manga, and being a perfectionist, he always was on the look right for the frames, that just didn't look right whenever he research a studio.
He frequently posted Kuroko No Basket art on his blog as well, along with other characters that didn't exist, as a result he was a popular man in Japan, even though his profile picture could have been better...
His glasses were crooked and on top of his head as he was chewing a pen, while failing to look as artistic as possible when in reality he looked intimidating.
He just couldn't be bothered to change his profile picture.
But he was sure, all this craziness would die down soon and everything would go back to normal.
He was a fool.
Even a week later and the phones were still ringing, the second episode of Attack On Titan had aired last night and age was starting to show, on all the staff in the company, fearing that they would suffer from mental breakdowns, he declared that everybody should take the day off.
Knowing he would have to pay them for the extra day that was not in their contract, even he made full use of his day off by seeing what people thought about the show, he tried to do justice, to his surprise, there were already people doing reviews, even though two episodes were out.
He suddenly know why copyright was so serious for those who spent countless hours creating their content, when he was suddenly overcome with a feeling of rage, seeing the show he spent almost ten years on, get claimed to be the work of somebody else.
He enjoyed sending out copyright notices to the people who thought they were too small to be noticed by his copyright department.
He took down five video's in one day to get the point across, while a bunch of websites who found out he was the creator of the show, contacted him through his blog for permission to host his content, for a small fee of course.
At that time, he had no idea how much he would get in the post when his monthly bank account statement arrived.
He spent a good week putting the money, he had been given by his investors to buy a giant big 3d printer, moving some artists from the show to one single room and than hiring some professional painters to paint over an action figure if they didn't come out detailed enough.
He than held a contest, where he would be giving away five of them, made personally by him and signed by him, for who can make the best fan art.
The winner got to meet him personally by video chat.
By the end of week, 20 works of art had been sent to him by people who had quickly become fans of the show.
However, it wasn't until a week later when the third episode had aired, did he receive a knock at the door, he opened it to find it was the postman, coming to deliver his usual mail and possible his morning bank statement.
He had been getting weird calls from the bank, who thought he was doing something illegal because irregularities in his bank account despite knowing he was an owner of a company.
He took his mail and waved goodbye to the man, before closing the door.
He put the letters down on the dining table, and finished his breakfast before going through them.
Hm, junk mail.
His month subscription of JUMP had arrived, along with his yearly invitation's to comic con in japan which he couldn't afford to go.
And that's when he saw it.
His bank statement letter, it always depressed him knowing he owned a whole company and yet his bank account never seemed to grow all that much, because of how much he spends out of his paycheck to keep the company a float.
It was the only reason, why he could never go to Japan, the holy land of Manga and Anime and meet his fans.
If only he had the money to pay somebody to make sure his company doesn't go down under while he flies to Japan for a couple of days.
He ripped open his letter, while thinking, how he wouldn't surprised if he only had pennies left, from this month's spend and than he read it.
Balance: $2,234,567
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His eyes were so large they threatened to pop out of his head but the message was clear.
He could afford to go to comic con!
And scene!
Next chapter, Butch arrives in Japan for comic con, and his fan's receive quiet a shock meeting the creator, of so many great show's. Review/fav and follow!