I updated! On my one day back home before leaving again! Yes! Be happy! I wrote this at different stages of the plane ride, and you can probably tell that I'm getting increasingly more tired.
Half of this most likely won't make any sense.
Flying, too little sleep, and Starbucks. It does stuff to ya.
But anyways, if you're wondering 'bout the name of Kyoko's character, Silvia Aka, Silvia is really close to silver in Spanish, and Aka is red in Japanese.
I know. I'm so clever.
Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics of the song Find Me by Christina Grimmie. She just released her first album, available only on iTunes, and has the greatest voice you have heard.
Please excuse my nonexistent editing job on this. I have packingggggg to do...
"Please, Kyoya?" Puppy dog eyes.
"Kyoya-senpai, why not, are you nervous?" Useless unison.
"Prettyyy, prettyyy please, Kyo-chan with a cherry on top?" Flowery speech.
"Hai." Came the unargued, one worded support of his shorter charge.
"Togetherness is our guiding principle." Attempted guilt trip from Tamaki.
"No."
"Awwww..." The collective sigh.
"There is no merit in me acting, now, is there?"
"Of course there is!"
"Explain your faulty reasoning, Tamaki."
"With your participation, our club could become even better...!"
"Friends, yes Tamaki. And no, because you are all for having more people acting in this project."
Tamaki went straight to his corner, whimpering. "My poor, poor reasoning, smashed before it could fly."
"I have no wish to act." He continued, completely ignoring the fatality over in the way of the camera crew. "Therefore, the product of my attempts would be... Rather disappointing. Besides, this operation will run much smoother with someone directing it."
A rare smirk crossed his face. "Besides, I think Tsuruga-san is more than a suitable replacement for me."
Ren's mouth dropped open. "...Wha...?"
The twins glanced between the two.
"...He's much less composed compared to you, Kyoya-senpai."
Sho started to laugh. "The untouchable king of entertainment, showing his weakness... To someone younger than you!"
Ren snapped from astounded state to challenging glare.
"Easily beaten by the Fuwa headliner for dating sluts."
"I do not...!"
"Oh, yes you do, Fuwa." An argument started, Sho extremely insulted by the informality to his name.
"Just you wait, Hitachiin-sans." A ghostly voice came from behind them. Both jumped simultaneously.
"Never underestimate the power of Tsuruga Ren-san."
She continued, eyes driving into the normally-unshakeable twins into panic mode.
"You haven't even seen the great powers of the gentlemanly smile."
As if on cue, Ren smiled to Sho, blindingly bright, saying in a fake friendly voice.
"I'm sorry, Fuwa, there seems to be a misconception on your part. As your senior in talent, popularity, and age, I have rights to call you as I please."
Sho's jaw clenched. "Say it one more time, and that face won't be so heart wrenchingly handsome."
"Oh, really, kouhai-san?"
"That's it!" Sho threw a punch, which Ren easily dodged.
"Kouhai-san, you are delaying the production."
He stormed off, in a complete rage.
"Shotarou, that's very unprofessional!" Kyoko yelled, running after him.
Ren laughed mockingly after him.
Sho sat in front of his dressing room mirror, glaring at himself. Kyoko paced back and forth behind him, lecturing on professionalism. He hadn't been paying attention for quite a while.
"...in a chicken suit..."
Wait, what? Chicken? Suit?
"...hot and stuffy and too crowded..."
What was happening in that chicken suit, anyways?
"...the show was really hard, but my coworkers were SO nice..."
Chicken suit... Show... Bridge Rock!
If only he could remember the hosts' names.
Whatever they called themselves, they were dead next time he saw them.
But if she was in a chicken suit.. That meant she had been Bo.
Interesting piece of information. Might come to good use later.
"Kyoko-channn~ You're needed on set."
She went silent, and then left right in the middle of the lecture.
"Otouchan!"
The two struck up a very animated conversation.
A pang of jealousy hit him, as the loud strains of their speech faded from his ears.
He sighed, frowning at himself.
"Ooooohhh, Hikaru, I believe that we have a little jealousy complex going on here."
Sho jumped from the chair, breathing hard.
"Yes, I do believe that's true. He hates the idea of anyone spending any time with her!"
"...I do not have a jealousy complex! Why would I? She's so plain and boring!"
A shot of Natsu came up, leaning into a man's personal space.
"You know that's not true, Shotarou."
"Childhood friendship often leads to more, you know."
Sho watched as his angry expression faded into a sad one.
"Yeah, I'm jealous. No matter how much I deny it, that childhood friendship lasted somewhere deep down.
"As much as I'm jealous of Tamaki for his closeness to her, it's good for her."
The twins looked questioningly at him.
"What do you mean by 'good for her?'"
He continued. "Growing up, Kyoko's mother mistreated her or just ignored her. She didn't even know who her father was. Still doesn't."
The twins exchanged a glance. "So you think someone a year older than her will father her?"
"Not fill in the position." A strangled sound came from outside. "Simply give some semblance of the figure."
"What do you think of that, Tamaki?"
"I think it will be not just a semblance, given some time..."
"As we thought."
A single spotlight spun around an empty stage.
Thousands of voices, united as one, said a single word. A name. Screamed out. Everyone wanted to make themselves heard, but were drowned out by hundreds of others aiming for the same thing.
They all wanted to be heard by the person whose voice they had listened to as many as those there in the crowded concert hall.
They wanted to be heard as the person they followed. Looked up to. Idolized. Loved so desperately.
A womanly silhouette, hidden in the darkness of backstage, heaved a small sigh.
At that sound of her name, a fire started in her eyes, glowing even more with each repetition.
She cleared her throat, and then nodded to a backstage hand.
"It's show time." She whispered.
"And at last, she's here! The great..." An announcer, as enthralled as the audience practically yelled into the microphone.
A figure walked out on stage. The voices heightened in sound by decibels. Or so it seemed.
"...Silvia Aka!"
The spotlight fell upon her, revealing three-inch black high heels, a silver dress that covered long legs at mid-thigh, and long, crimson hair that contrasted with fiery golden eyes.
One delicate hand with silver fingernails waved to her fans, the simple gesture raising them into a higher frenzy.
She took a microphone, sitting upon a stool in centre stage.
The soft strokes of a guitar were heard and a soft beat, silencing the crowd, and then a unique, beautiful voice began:
"I know something's bound to change
And I know I have been to blame."
The voice increased. The audience remained transfixed.
"Watching the way
This era of madness won't
Come and spread no shame
Cause I've been waiting, watching, and
Praying for you to go insane.
I've been holding out
Come on out and find me
Cause I've been waiting my turn
Pressure's on
Now your heart is beating
To the sound of my name
And I say
Find me
Find me
Come on out and find me
Find me
Find me."
A shadow observing the scene shook with silent mirth at the appropriateness of the phrase.
"Don't defy it
Burning the thought of
Calling back your name
Maybe it's not different because
I see some play you did
Forget the footsteps
Forward then take one
Back where you're insecure.
So now you're crying
Open your mind to hide
What you're looking for
Hold me now
And come on out and find me
Cause I've been waiting my turn
With your love
Now your heart is beating
To the sound of my name
And I say
Find me
Find me
Come on out and find me
Find me."
The figure took out a very sharp and dangerous-looking knife, scratching something into the floor rather hastily.
The unknown shadow put their hand down to stand up, earning a splinter in the soft tip of the finger.
A single drop of blood fell to the floor.
"Deceitful smile
Don't want it to come and get you, yeah.
Anywhere,
Anymore,
Anymore!"
The empathsis on the last note was broken off in a startled shriek. The stage went dark, and the crowd was in a state of confused chaos.
When the lights came back on, there was no one on stage.
Silvia Aka was gone.
Crap I write is crap.
The last bit just tanked. Gomen.
I did a terrible job with those lyrics.
I go to bed now, hopefully to sleep off jet lag.