A/N: It's been a year since I last updated! Expect this reporter to be like Rita Skeeter, a thorn in Linda's side. And Rio is gonna interfere more in Linda's life. And what will Saki think of Kida's double life? This whole fanfic is like a treat to Hannah Montana, a show I loved watching as a child. God, the 90s were amazing. So many lovely shows.
Okay, here we go with the next chapter. In which Kida guides Mikado around and shows him stuff about his life as a superstar and we'll see how he escapes from his guards often. Yes, Sosaka Aizawa is a reference to Bleach, didn't you notice it's similar to Sosuke Aizen, only he's not evil...or is he? Managers can be greedy.
Chapter 3 It's hard in Show Biz
Mikado Ryuugamine stared in awe at his best friend's shiny car before turning back to face the blond teen, who was wearing a pair of corny sunglasses and grinning at him approvingly.
"What do you think?" He asked proudly, leaning his hand on the golden limo, which was the same color as his friend's dyed hair, which was glinting in the sunlight. Looking so arrogant didn't really suit his best friend. In a way, it felt like Kida-kun had been replaced by a stranger.
He was proud of him, sure. He wasn't sure just what he thought of his best friend being an idol singer, though. One thing was for sure, though-Masaomi hadn't had the easiest life before this.
Masaomi's mother had been a former singer herself, however, Masaomi's father had left her and she worked hard day and night to support her son. Masaomi told him he thought his mother hated him, however she never slapped him or laid a hand on him and told him she once thought about getting rid of him but couldn't do it as she loved him too much to do so.
She got sick often and Masaomi often did a lot of the adult work at a young age, so it was easy to see how Kida-kun could live the easy life at only sixteen. But he hadn't really heard Kida sing that much except for one day and he was amazed at how good Kida sounded. Kida was born with that natural talent in singing, it was the kind you hear once and then wonder how they ever got so good when some people are just born good at it.
Kida's voice was so good now that he had allowed himself to believe Kida wasn't Linda, because the idea of Kida just abandoning his friends like this...seemed so much like him that he was talking to a stranger right now.
He didn't mind if Kida pursued fame, he just didn't like the artificiality Kida seemed to have surrounded himself with. Everything from the clothing he was wearing to his body language screamed fake.
Kida-kun wasn't happy in show biz. He wasn't.
He was happy singing with his crowd.
But here, he showed every inch of irritation that he had to hide by smiling, if the way he was gritting his teeth and cursing under his breath while on the phone was of any indication.
"No, I'm not performing for them again! Not after the way they treated me last time! What does Sosaka-san have to say about this? What? He wants me to go through with it? I don't understand, why would he want me to keep doing this? Right, right, I'm just to do as I'm told and continue performing. See ya."
He hung up and turned to Mikado. "God, how I hate talking to that man! He's so arrogant and full of shit!"
The bodyguards didn't even raise an eyebrow, evidently they had seen and heard all kinds of things, so this was nothing new to them.
"Who is, Masaomi-er, I mean Linda?" Mikado muttered.
The guards smiled again.
"The director of that TV show...you know that one! The guy who's always looking for the top thing in Ikebukuro! He's crazy and he wants me to perform for him again when the last time, I didn't even get any money!" He snapped.
"That's not right," Mikado replied, "They should be treating you right."
"I'm nothing short of a great performer. But I know I need to keep on doing what makes me happy." He said softly.
"Masaomi, if you're not happy, I'll help you. I'll enter the idol business, too!" Mikado cried.
"No, Mikado, this is something I have to do alone. You can live your life as a regular student-"
"Linda-sama, please don't start your horrible acting." One of the bodyguards groaned. "Then we will have nightmares for weeks. We had horrible nightmares after one of your terrible pick-up lines!"
"Gahhh, so what if I said why does the chicken cross the road? It's the most universal joke in the world, everyone should get it!" Kida yelped, putting his face in his hands.
"What did she say afterwards, Linda-san?" Mikado asked.
"She told me I was clucking stupid." He muttered, his face bright red.
The bodyguards shared a laugh at the memory.
"Your face was very red, Linda-sama. After that, you spent time looking up even worse jokes."
"His jokes are pretty bad," Mikado spoke up.
"MIKADO, DON'T BETRAY ME!" Kida snapped, his face turning as red as a cherry.
"Masaomi, relax, I was just kidding." Mikado muttered, smiling.
Oh, well, idol singer or not, Kida was still Kida and nothing could change that.
Right?
Celty shot out of her chair upon seeing a familiar blond-haired youth singing and dancing on the stage.
'Shinra!' She typed out, 'I know that person!'
"Oh, that's a popular idol singer."
'I think he goes to school with Anri!' She wrote.
"Really? I didn't know any of that! Why didn't she tell me she has a famous person for a friend?" Shinra replied, sounding very hurt.
'Shinra, Shizuo and Izaya are both famous for notorious reasons. I must make sure this kid is all right!' She typed.
"You can do that later, Celty. He seems like he's fine to me. Besides, could it be that you find him more attractive than me-OWWWWW, CELTY!"
Celty had slammed her hand into his side.
"That hurts but true love hurts and nothing stops its ache!" He howled.
'Be serious for one second,' Celty wrote.
"I'd rather just look at you, Celty." Shinra said.
Celty let out what would be a human "sigh" as some vapor escaped from her neck.
Shinra sighed in response.
"Wow, this room is so big, Masaomi!"
"I know, it's cool, isn't it?" Kida said, winking at a passing technician, who flushed before blurting out a hurried greeting and running off, a blush dusting her face.
"Linda-san, don't flirt!" Mikado replied. Mikado was dressed in a suit and tie and wore a hat. "This is such an obvious disguise!"
"If you keep your mouth shut, no one at school will know who you are!" Kida hissed as he and Mikado fought their way through a set of reporters.
"Linda-sama, I wanted to ask you something! Linda-sama!"
"Aw, no, not that crazy reporter again! We've gotta get outta here!"
Like that, suddenly Mikado and Kida were hiding under a table.
"Why are we hiding like someone in Scooby-Doo?" He whispered.
"Because there's a crazy-ass reporter out there and I am not dealing with him wanting my autograph and a lock of my hair for the 20th time. He's a creepy fan." He muttered, glaring at nothing.
When the two of them snuck back out, they hurried to Linda's dressing room and went in.
"Whoa, so much yellow! I think I'm going blind, Kida-kun! Are your fashion senses still that bad?" Mikado muttered. Every possible combination of blinding yellow was in Kida's menagerie of stage outfits.
"Hey, screw you, yellow's a great color!" Kida snapped.
"Sure it is."
Mikado's hat fell off his head then and Kida turned around in time to see someone he didn't want to see standing in the doorway.
It was Rio Kamichika from their class.
"I knew it!" She exclaimed, "You are Masa-"
But he quickly dragged her in the room and closed the door. "Shush!"
"Mikado-san, surely you're mad at him-"
"Shhhh!" Mikado hissed. "His crazy bodyguards will kick your butt if they see you."
"I snuck in through the window." She said, licking her lips.
"I'm kinda intimidated by your bravery, young lady." Kida said, "To enter an idol's dressing room with such insolence. What is it you want?"
"For you to give up this life and return to life as a regular kid. Or else, I'll tell everyone who you really are." She said.
"Dude, that's the cheapest threat in the book." Mikado muttered, "It'd be scarier if you destroyed his guitar or music book or something. Sorry, Linda, I know you don't have a guitar."
"Takes care of that problem then!" Kida chirped.