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Chapter 4: It's Not Stalking If It's On TV!
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"You know," the twins scrutinized, "this is why everyone thinks you're dating."
You held back a growl, hands boldly crossed in front of your chest. The days were still rather long for early October, but you certainly weren't complaining about good weather on a Friday after school. As always, you were in the Third Music Room, just finished with attending to several girls for Haruhi's debt. As much as you didn't appreciate being grouped up with these stupid rich kids, you had to admit that there really was nothing better to do since your escapades to find a job had yet to succeed, so you were still under their lawful abuse. You were still new and painfully inexperienced, even with the frequent tips Tamaki gave you! The customers you had in a day could easily be counted on one hand - two, if you were lucky. The first week you were a host, curiosity and a 'change of scenery' was what kept the girls coming, but things had soon stabilized to what was to be expected: the hierarchy of the most customers beginning with Tamaki and ending with you.
Back to the matter at hand: the twins were obviously not on a first-name basis with you - and hopefully, if things went your way, never would be - but the way they kept insulting and annoying you was genuinely laughable at this point. One could be less spiteful if you had killed their pet dog. You snapped, "Whether we are or not is strictly none of your business."
"We'll be going now. See you Senpais (1) tomorrow!" Haruhi exclaimed apologetically. With one last rueful glare at the twins, you took her hand and lead her out the doorway, leaving the six boys lonesome confused. Sometimes you just needed to get away from them.
"My... Haruhi..." Tamaki whimpered, imaginary tears streaming down his face in waterfalls. "She leaves without reassuring her worrying father of her safety? What rebellion! What dishonor!"
Kyouya smirked faintly. "It should seem that Tagara likes to hog Haruhi to himself."
"Why don't they ever bring us along? I feel like we've gotten farther now after Tiger-chan keeps going off with Haru-chan somewhere!" Mitsukuni whined, looking up at Takashi expectantly.
"Mh."
"Maybe it's time-" Hikaru shot.
Kaoru fired, "-to tag along."
The six teenagers - or, really, just a particular three - exchanged a mischievous look.
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"Now I was thinkin' you and me - we go karaoke!" you lamely rhymed, making Haruhi rolled her eyes.
"You still love to sing, don't you, Kyo-chan? But don't you think it's mean for ditching them like that? We could have at least invited them to come with us..."
Six pairs of ears shamelessly listened in on the two girls' conversations, hidden by the shadows of the street.
"I was kind of hoping you wouldn't bring that up..." You sighed, defeated. "They're just so awkward to be around, and maybe I should feel selfish for dragging you away all the time... but I barely know any of them. Not like we've had any formal introductions, and I don't have any classes with any of them except the twins... both of which, might I add, need to learn the meaning of 'shut up'."
"You should get to know them, Kyo-chan." Haruhi nodded, and for some strange reason, she had nothing much to say. You found it odd.
To be completely honest, you weren't completely sure why being around them bothered you so much. You had a few reasons down; they were all guys, and you kind of were using the fact that you were a boy to help Haruhi out. Sure, even if they found out you were a girl, you doubt they'd sue you or kick you out of the school. Besides, you only planned to help her out with this temporarily. Your time would be essentially limited when you found a job, so you were offering whatever help you could until then. Heaven knows how long it'd take Haruhi to pay off eight million yen by herself, even if you did stick with it full time.
"We haven't hung out in a long time," you announced. "We need some Haru-mi time! Okay, I'm so sorry, did I say that out loud? Wow, that was lame, I'm never doing that again."
Haruhi's expression softened at your silliness. She leaned over to hook arms with you and flashed you a reassuring lift of her lips. No need for words. You grinned childishly, pulling her waist into a tight hug.
"You're such a darn cutie, Haru-chan! Be careful or I might start behaving like jealous boyfriend!" Haruhi frowned and sighed, feigning offence and making a show of walking away. She never was the type to give in to your crude humor, and obviously being around the boys so much hadn't corrupted her nearly as much as you had thought. You chased after her in exaggerated guilt, calling after her for her to wait up for you.
The karaoke bar was surprisingly close. Teenagers clad in school uniforms stopped to eyeball the two of you briefly once in a while, unable to ignore the rich uniform of Ouran Academy. You snuck a secretive glance at Haruhi, who shrugged in response. Little did they know~
"Just two people. A small room is fine," Haruhi informed the guy at the Karaoke place's counter. He looked up, dull brown eyes framed with thick-framed glasses. Clearing his throat and brining a hand up to fix his tousled brown hair, he then handed her the blank application sheet. You tried to ignore how he smelled heavily of smoke, but ended up turning away to scrunch your face in distaste.
"Uhh... Room 32 is open. All the way down the hall n' turn right, y'know?" he announced. Haruhi started neatly printing the information down, and you chewed on the inside of your lip as you strolled over to the window, eager to get away from the smell of second-hand smoke. The Karaoke place was inside a tall building, so the view below of the streets was enough to make your rather country-bumpkin stomach queasy. The district seemed to be popular, as the dots below seemed to be predominantly shopping and teens going out together in groups. The neighboring buildings and malls had large billboard advertisements and on several had television screens adorning the front, displaying the news and more commercials. You smiled warily to yourself: what a big city Tokyo was.
"Kyomi," rang the voice of Haruhi, beside you. She peeked out the window briefly, and then set her sights on you again. "You look like you're in love with this city, silly."
You slung an arm around her shoulder in a chummy gesture. "I'm not sure if it's this city I'm in love with, or you, my dear!"
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"Two... boys just came in here. Which room are they in?" The man behind the counter glanced briefly up at the blonde disruption, made a noncommittal sound, and went back to typing away at his computer.
"Not in m'right to give that info out, dude."
Kyouya pushed Tamaki aside. "Kyouya Ootori. We'd like a room for six, please."
"Wh-... Ootori? You mean, you're the son of-..." he trailed off, typing something quickly into his computer, the results making his eyes widen. He fumbled for the clipboard and passed it to Kyouya graciously. "Just fill it out, dude!"
Hikaru quirked a brow. "We're booking a room?"
Kaoru blinked. "As in... to karaoke?"
"EEEH?" Mitsukuni tilted his head to the right, eye bright. "Does Kyo-chan really want to sing? I thought we were following Haru-chan and Tiger-chan! Ne, Mori-chan?"
"Ah."
"KYOUYAA!" Tamaki raged, limbs kicking out in a hissy fit as he tried to peek over Kyouya. "What do you think you're doing? This is not the time to be fulfilling your Karaoke King Kyouya fantasies—!"
"All of you idiots, just shut up," he grumbled, filling out the rest of the spaces with his neat cursive. The rest of the Host Club members exchanged confused glances, wondering what clever ploy his brain was up to.
"Here," Kyouya handed it back to the man, who took it graciously. Without checking it over, he nodded and pointed to the left hall.
"Room 12 to your left, y'know?"
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Click. "Found them."
"Whaa~ Kyou-chan is ama~zing!" Mitsukuni sang, bouncing up and down on the black sofas. They were situated in the VIP room out of pure coincidence NOT, with a flat screen karaoke screen and a tremendous view of the busy Tokyo street outside.
The twins both peeked over his shoulder at the screen. "You hacked into the place's cameras? Awesome!"
"I have my laptop hooked onto the entire building, so the signal might be bad. There are a lot of screens and commercials outside so we have to be careful as to not reach out into those cables," Kyouya announced. "In other words, we should be fine as long as one of you idiots doesn't touch the laptop."
"Hurry, turn up the volume!" Kyouya got up out of his seat and plugged the cable into the TV screen, watching the static screen flicker and wipe out into a solid blue screen. There were a few more seconds blankness until the TV glitched, and Kyouya positioned himself at his laptop again.
There were a few more seconds of static, and then faintly, so faintly, voices were fading in. The screen displayed you leaning over the menu selection box, tapping your lip impatiently with your finger. Haruhi looked through the selection of songs in the physical book copy, flipping through the pages nonchalantly.
"Menu... uhh... okay—WHOA. They have English songs? Japan Karaoke is the boss!" You rejoiced, leaping up from the control box and looking over to Haruhi. "Remember this song?~"
A brown eyebrow rose at your comment, only for the first words that came out of your mouth to make her break out laugh.
"LUDA!" Haruhi's eyes wide as the song settled in. You animatedly got up and started to dance to the lyrics, your gestures matching your words.
"Now I may not be the worst of the best,
But you gotta respect my ho-ne-sty~!
And I may break your heart, but
I don't really think that's there's anybody as bomb as me!
So you can take this chance, in the end, everybody's gonna be wondering how you deal.
You might say: this is LU-DA-CRIS, but Taoi Cruz, tell her how you feel!"
"Really, Kyo-chan?" she started. "Of course I remember this! You used to sing this to me in elementary school as a joke! And you kept saying that-"
"They call me heart breaker!" you teased, giving her a wink and a flash of your teeth underneath your smile. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and smile. She picked up a mic. "I don't wanna deceive ya!"
"If you fall for me~
I'm not easy to please
I might tear you apart
Told you from the start, Baby, from the start!" Haruhi eyes continued darting to the screen because her English wasn't as good as yours, but she knew the chorus well because of your teasing. The real singing had officially begun! Well, if you could call it singing. The two of you were hopping up and down and shouting the lyrics out loud with little-to-none of the original melody. You weren't really in the mood to sing your heart out yet, and Haruhi, well... carrying a tune was always a challenge for her.
"I'm only gonna break break your, break break your heart!" The boys in the other room exchanged more confused looks as you both repeated the lyrics with a fluency that could only mean you had done it many, many times. This is what they sung when they went Karaoke-ing? It might have seemed like something you would sing, but... Haruhi?
"I'm only gonna break break your, break break your heart! Whoa~" Both of you were on your feet, swaying your and moving your feet to the beat. You were far from a dancer, but when something with a beat comes on and there's no one looking, you just let go and flail!
"Okay, okay, okay, let's switch, I'm tired already!" you intercepted and Haruhi flopped down on the couch. "Dude, this is insane. They have such a variety of foreign songs!"
Haruhi chuckled. "All English, Kyo?"
"Ooh! What about some Korean? The singers in that country are pretty good... Especially the boy groups," you winked, scrolling through the korean section. Haruhi laughed at your antics.
"Then you sing the next one!" she grinned. "My foreign languages aren't good enough. I made so many mistakes in that last one! American songs are just not for me, and I doubt Korean would be!"
"Oh, so you're going to make me sing by myself, now?" You pouted and Haruhi smiled in reply.
"You can sing your heart out, for my share, too, then!"
You blinked and then smirked mischievously. "In that case..."
Haruhi watched as you hit the 'OK' button on the remote for the song. "Oh come on! Really, Kyo?"
"It's a bit low, even for me, since I'm a tenor," you announced shyly, "But I looove me some Super Junior!"
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"I got some drinks!" Mitsukuni skipped in, handing the iced coffee cans to everyone that he and Takashi had gotten from the vending machine outside.
"Kyo's about to sing! Can you zoom in on this, Kyouya? WE NEED TO SEE THIS!" Tamaki exclaimed and Kyouya rolled his eyes, complying.
"Look up the Japanese lyrics to the song she's singing!"
Kyouya went typing away in another window. If he remembered correctly, the title of the song on the screen was ...
He clicked the link, and it brought them to a Korean version of the song, with a Japanese translation in brackets.
"Yes! Now we can-"
(Song: 'It Has to Be You' By Yesung from Super Junior.)
"Oneuldo nae gieogeul ttarahemaeda (Today, I wander in my memory)
I gil kkeuteseo seoseongineun na (I'm passing around on the end of this way)
Dasin bol sudo eomneun niga nareul butjaba (You're still holding me tightly, even though I can't see you)
Naneun tto i gireul mutneunda (I'm losing my way again)
The song you chose stayed in a very safe range for you, having no 'impressive' high notes of any sort, and not stretching your ranges, which is why you loved singing this song: because it made your voice sound good. A few notes in the beginning seconds strained your voice just a tad, but you knew that this song was a comfortable one for someone like you, who had no vocal training whatsoever.
"Neol bogo sipdago tto (To see you more)
Ango sipdago jeo (To hold you more)
Haneulbomyeo gidohaneun nal (I'm praying it to the sky)."
The coffee spilled on top of the counter, leaking its way over to Kyouya's laptop. An angry exclamation echoed in the room, but no one dared move. Kyouya got up out of his seat and moved to gather some napkins, soaking up the area immediately. His uniform pants were wet, now – no matter; he had several spare ones at home. He glanced over at the rest of the boys staring at the Television screen. They didn't even care about the laptop.
"He..." Hikaru breathed.
Everyone was staring at the Television screen, soaking in the first experience hearing you sing. All except for Kyouya, who was desperately trying to get the liquid away from his precious laptop. He pressed a few buttons quickly to make sure it was still working. To his relief, there was no ear-splitting beep sound or screen glitching.
He picked up the sopping wet tissues and scooted away from the hypnotized Host Club members. Kyouya rolled his eyes; they were painfully elementary. Your voice wasn't so impressive as for them to zone the rest of the world out – he'd seen more than his share of concerts and recitals to know that you weren't bad, but you were far from captivating.
That being said, he was surprised with the mask of your voice. It was serenely easy on the ears, and a male sang the song you picked and rather low, yet you pulled off the notes effortlessly and without strain. You were obviously not a soprano singer. Your voice wasn't distractingly high-pitched or nasal like many amateur teenage girls nowadays. It was smooth and adequately controlled: not a voice that would give away your gender right away. It was a voice he could fall asleep to.
Before he could slap himself for his elementary thoughts, he dropped the damp tissues into the trash bin and stood back up to turn around. The glass doors leading onto the small terrace outside were strangely positioned right next to the trash bin. There was a crack in the curtains, bright light pouring in through the exposed space. He squinted his eyes and stepped forward, removing the curtain from his view and sliding the glass door open. He could faintly make out something outside, past the deck... Something that looked awfully...
Familiar.
"Niga animyeon andwae (It can't be if it's not you)
Neo eobsin nan andwae (I can't be without you)
Na ireoke haru handareul tto illyeoneul (Even if I'm hurt for a day and a year like this)
Na apado joha (I'll be okay)
Nae mam dachyeodo joha nan... (It's fine if my hearts hurts)
Geurae nan neo hanaman saranghanikka... (Yes, because I'm just in love with you)"
"Tagara's really good!" Tamaki exclaimed with joy, giddy like a schoolgirl. Of course, he had been paying attention to your voice rather than the lyrics and meaning of the song, otherwise his reaction would probably be more similar to...
"Not like we haven't heard better," Hikaru said, looking to the side, as if embarrassed he had bothered listening to you at all.
Kaoru observed silently, eyes dividing their attention between the screen and his brother. He knew his brother. It had happened not long ago, where he had gone off on tangents of moodiness, refusing to admit certain feelings.
You were singing a love song for Haruhi, and as if that weren't enough to smolder jealousy in his heart, it burned knowing that your singing was in fact good.
The corners of Kyouya's lips lifted into a smirk. His fingers brushed against the thin drapes as he made his way back to the room, as if nothing had happened. He exhaled from his nose. You looked thinner on the screen outside than the wide-screen television in the room.
Your hands clutched the microphone passionately, and your voice came out in vines of melody, growing strong with emotion as the song reached the end.
If singing had this effect on you, what on earth did those who pursued this kind of career feel, who loved music to the depths of their being? It wasn't so much a love for singing that you had, but the love for the rush and feeling it gave you. When your voice listened to you, sounded the way you wanted, came out the way it did, your entire body was lifted. Emotion seeped from your words, from your diction, sound, and flooded the ears of your listeners. The girl inside of you fuelled such timid, pent up sentiments. Love wasn't something you prioritized or even thought about on a weekly basis, but golly, wasn't it such a wonderful, powerful thing when put properly into song?
"Na dasi sarado (If I live my life again)
Myeot beoneul taeeonado (If I'm born over and over again)
Harudo niga eobsi sal su eomneun na (I wouldn't live one day without you)
Naega jikyeojul saram (You're the one I will keep)
Naega saranghal saram nan (You're the one I will love)
Geurae nan neo hanamyeon chungbunhanikka (Yes, because simply being with you brings me happiness)
Neo hanaman sarang...hanikka (I'm just... in love with you) ..." You ended with a flourishing bow, cheeks stained a bright red color, and body tingling. Haruhi clapped for you good-naturedly and you feigned exhaust by collapsing your posture.
"Someone's keen on making it to the music charts, aren't they? You have so been practicing!" she quipped, jabbing an accusing finger at you jokingly.
"Singing in the shower became something I couldn't shake off after Pa died," You straighted your posture and drummed the microphone against your shoulder like a massager. "And you can say I've been surfing the internet to help me with my tone and range since high notes that I can't reach piss me the heck off, as you know... "
Her lovely doe-brown eyes softened, and she leaned back in her seat, fingers laced together. "Didn't you want to be a singer when you were young, Kyo?"
You blinked, blushing considerably. "Oh geez, when was that? When I was eight or something? As if I would ever make it: have you seen the singers nowadays? I mean, even the ones who aren't famous are absolutely amazing! I could never compete with that. For now, it's just Haruhi Fujioka and Kyo Tagara in a karaoke bar!"
When you opened your eyes from sheepishly laughing, Haruhi's eyes were furrowed and narrowed in concentration. You glanced around the room, and even tried to follow her gaze, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
"...Haruhi?" You asked after your friend failed to respond for a long while. "What's wrong?"
"Maybe my ears are ringing from the volume, but I hear applause." You glanced to the window, suddenly aware of the shrill 'haaa' sound coming from outside. "You think something's happening?"
"I don't remember any famous celebrities stopping by Tokyo today. Let's check it out..."
You rushed to the window curtains and tore them open, looking down at the city crowd, who were indeed clapping madly. You searched for the source, until you saw something that piqued your interest more.
"... Haruhi?"
"Hm? What's happening?" Haruhi stood up too, sauntering over to the window.
"There's a building... with a really big screen on it..."
"... Yes, I know. There are several. Why do you look so..." Haruhi inquired, wondering why you were acting so freaked out. She opened the curtain and peered to the streets below.
"...But why's my face on it?"
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"How's it following his face?"
"The computer's on Auto FaceTrack," Kyouya responded to Tamaki's question as the Host Club members stared outside the window in unison.
"So... they all heard him?"
"Yeah, apparently. Doesn't matter, though." They watched in shock as the big screen went back to selling advertisements, and the massive crowd outside began dispersing again. Camera phones whipped away and people were still chattering about what they thought it was: an audition? Debut? Eye candy? Ear Candy? The boys glanced back to their own screen, which was still focused on the two from room 32.
"Oh, I switched to an advertisement!" you blurted stupidly from your window when the screen flickered back to commercial business. Kyouya rolled his eyes.
"I think they were clapping for you, Kyo... They must have heard you sing!" Haruhi concluded, and it took you a few seconds for the words to register.
"That's not possible." Haruhi gave you a disbelieving look. You walked to the couch, zombie-like, rocking back and forth without any emotion. "It's not possible... right?"
"IT CAN'T BE!" Haruhi winced, watching you writhe on the black sofa. "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS! I-I... There must have been so many people criticizing how off-key I was and—and... AGH! You know I have a tendency to sing flat, and my expressions were so-... so-! How the frick was I supposed to know that—THIS IS NOT HAPPENING."
Haruhi patted your calmly on the back, soothing your flaring temper. "Calm down, Kyo! You sounded fine! What's more important is why and how we were... being broadcasted out there. There's a security camera in each karaoke room for safety reasons, but..."
At the mentioning of the camera, you both glanced up to it, cueing stiffening responses from the host club in the other room as it looked as if you were staring directly at them.
You squinted your eyes in disbelief. "The Karaoke place wouldn't dare: they know we can sue them. Which means... but what morons would hack into the main server and watch us–..."
You and Haruhi stared at each other for a moment, horror and realization dawning on your faces.
"I think that's our cue..." Kaoru began.
"... to run," Hikaru finished.
The moment they finished, Kyouya's laptop was already snapped shut and they were out the door.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" you both shrieked, dashing out of your room to catch the thumping footsteps on the other side.
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"D-don't be mad, my Kyo!"
"WHO'S YOUR KYO?" You chucked another pillow at Tamaki, which happened to be metaphorically filled with bricks. They were all sitting in the Karaoke room you and Haruhi had booked. Your arms were folded crossly over your chest, and you were so mad you could have exploded if not for the fact that Haruhi held you back and tried her best to soothe you. You buried your face in the pillow and groaned loudly.
Kyouya fixed his glasses' position. "With your voice, we could indeed earn a profit-"
"Shut up, Kyouya! You're the techno dude who 'made it all happen'. Agh, I'm so mad at you guys! Don't talk to me!" you seethed, hurling another ten-pound pillow at Tamaki. He failed to dodge, and it pinned him against the opposing wall. You huffed, not satisfied with his pain.
Haruhi sighed. "I don't know what you guys were thinking. I'm really disappointed. How could you-... and then broadcast it live?"
Tamaki shuddered. "M-My Princess..."
"SHE'S NOT YOUR PRINCESS!" you shrieked, hurling another pillow at Tamaki. He smashed against the wall and whimpered, but you showed no mercy. You were seething, and thoroughly humiliated.
"Tiger-chan's voice was beautiful, though!" Mitsukuni smiled, rays of sunshine illuminating from his adorable face. You glanced up expectantly, anger seeping out of you like water out of a sponge at the sight of his charm. "Right, Taka-chan?"
Takashi nodded. "Ah."
You pressed the pillow against your dry lips, peeking out at them skeptically. "Th-thanks... Haninozuka-kun... Morinozuka-kun."
Mitsukuni pouted. "Call me Honey, Kyo-chan! You can call Taka-chan: Mori, too, right?"
"Ah."
You nodded cautiously, trying to still act mad. Being mad while someone like Mitsukuni was staring at you with those eyes... was hard to do. "Honey-kun, Mori-kun."
Tamaki scooted over. "So are we forgiven?"
"Absolutely not! I said stop talking to me!" you growled, throwing your last pillow at the blonde and nailing him in the side. Haruhi glanced sympathetically at him as he sulked in his corner upon being stricken.
"Oh, what can you do to make us forgive you, Tagara-chan?" Tamaki sobbed, clutching his forehead in agony. The look of grief on his features made you raise an unimpressed brow. Obviously he couldn't tell that you were not in the mood for forgiving! You were in the mood for being frustrated and angry with them!
"Why don't I make it up to you by bringing you somewhere?" Kyouya intercepted, smart enough to quickly offer you something convenient before you were fast enough to mention something about debt. "I just received an e-mail that I'm supposed to test out the city's new amusement park VIP area. It's been restricted for arrival upon invitation, so you'll have all the VIP Benefits, and more."
"... Amusement Park?" Haruhi repeated.
"...VIP Benefits?" you repeated.
"That's what I said."
"..."
You shrugged, keeping your gaze away from any eyes trying to read the excitement on your face. "Well... I've never really been to an amusement park before..."
"'Cause you're poor," came the first.
You ignored the remark. "And VIP Benefits do sound pretty enticing..."
"'Cause you're poor," came the second.
You glared at the two of them. "But it's not because I'm poor!"
The twins seemed to consider this. "... Nah. We're pretty sure it's because you're poor."
"You guys better say something profound right now," you stood up on the couch, before launching off of it to lunge at the two little devils, "because those will be your last words!"
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Phone calls were coming in like a tsunami, flooding the entire room as the staff tried to hold onto multiple phones with one hand. The room, filled with cubicles, was swarming with chatter and apologies, along with refusals and demands. Phone lines were being held up, and the frantic scrambling for documents, and coffee being spilled all over the place weren't helping in the case of crowded pandemonium.
"Have we figured out who it was? They're holding up our business, those phone calls." His voice was gruff and husky, belonging to a man in his mid-fifties. Rubbing his temples, the look of dissatisfaction stayed on his face. His office was neat and tidy in contrast to the chaos outside his glass room.
"N-no, sir. We're afraid that a w-wiring difficulty might have happened, so... Th-there's no way to track where the... channel came from."
He made a steeple with his fingers and grunted. "Go to the footage we have of him. I'm sure we can figure out something to track him down and make him pay us back for the production damage he's causing us. Talent agencies and entertainment organizations are taking up all our phone lines. Who knows how long this will go on? Our time is being wasted. If such a mistake doesn't turn into a profit, I'll be pissed out of my mind."
There was a firm knock on the door. It was a woman, slick brown hair tied back and her glasses resting comfortably on her nose bridge. "Boss, we've got two names. Haruhi Fujioka and Kyo Tagara, according to the tape. The other name is probably his friend's, leaving one to be his."
"Excellent. Keitaro Hishikata-san, take it from there."
"Ah–! P-p-pardon, sir?"
"Quit stuttering, fool, and get out of my office. You've got someone to find."
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(1) Yeah, I know. I really hate randomly inserted Japanese references too, but there's really no way to say "Senpai" in English without it sounding awkward. IE: "See you later, upperclassman!" So for the flow of text and staying true to the Japanese origins, I do use Japanese honorifics and text once in a while, only when necessary.
Oh Hot Dayum , Let's bring out some YESUNG KIM!
LOL, sorry for the song choice if you disliked it. Is it a sin to put Korean music in a Japanese fanfic? Aish! I really dislike chapters with singing and songs in general! But forgive me if you looked it up on Youtube and thought the song was crap D: It needed to be a "Lady Killer" kind of song for stuff I have planned in the future of this story... You'll see.
I'm sorry that there wasn't much development in plot in this chapter, but I'll be getting there in the next few chapters, I swear! I'll try to get rid of filler chapters like this, but this karaoke session has a big part in the future of this story! So stay tuuuuuuned~~!
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