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Barajou no hoshi

LittleMissFirebug23

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Chapter 9: Lies

"What're you talking about?" The brown-haired girl said, staring at the figure whose face she couldn't make out. "Who are you?"

Mikan knew the person was trying to say something, she could hear a faint buzzing in her ear.

The figure turned around and started to walk away. "Wait! Where are you going? Don't go!" She quickly ran forward. "Don't leave me in the dark!"

But it was no use.

The closer she got to the figure, the farther he seemed to get.

He.

It was a him.

"Who are you? Boy! Sir! Man, person!"

In pure desperation, she cried out, "Dad!"

The world froze.

The figure turned around, his face hidden by a shadow. "That's right, Mikan."

The hazel-eyed girl's eyes widened. Falling to her knees, she tried to keep this image in her head for a little while longer.

"Dad."

"And underneath the trees, we watch the skies..." The brown-haired girl hummed. "Confusing stars...with satellites..." Mikan hummed to herself, walking through the crowded streets of New York. Japanese idols were a hit here too.

She continued a bit further until she got to a little courtyard behind a college - it was empty and had a cute little table in the middle, and she always came here. But today she saw an unfamiliar ruffle of black hair sitting there, and pounced.

"Hey! Who the hell are you-"

"Mikan." He turned around, half-glaring at the hazel-eyed girl.

"Natsu- wait, what're you doing here-"

"What is going on?" Natsume was in front of her in an instant. "You have been acting weird. And you look different." He touched her hair. "And you're acting different too."

Mikan, now unable to glare at him, just sighed. "I'm just tired. How's it going on your end?"

The crimson-eyed teen seemed a little surprised at the question. He let go of her hair and sat back down. "Dream is releasing our new album in three days. Aoi is now a backup singer, and father is her biggest fangirl."

He said it with such a serious face, Mikan couldn't help but laugh. "I'm dropping a new single tomorrow at the Sakura Hall in Japan. Wanna come? It'll be nice to go back home for a bit..."

Natsume rolled his eyes. "You and your singles...are you ever releasing an album?"

"I'm working on it..." She pouted. "Besides, you're just a drummer."

"A better musician than you'll ever be." Natsume shot back, acting like he was barely listening. Mikan's temper flared, and as Natsume looked up the corner of his lip curled up a bit. "What, Mikan, got something to say?"

Mikan unzipped her guitar case, pulled out that first guitar, and strummed once, then slung it back over her shoulder without the case. "Watch this, Hyuuga Natsume-kun." Natsume scowled.

"Stomp, stomp, I've arrived, drop the beat, nasty face, why you looking at me?" The garden got quiet. "Flyin' flyin' flyin' flyin' through the sky, in my spaceship, I'm an alien tonight."

"This makes no sense," Natsume cut in quietly. Mikan smirked.

"Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty sucka, you think I can't get hurt like you, you mother- whoa!" She stopped herself on time. "I can do it like a brotha, do it like a dude," She flipped her now-short and black hair at him.

"Grab my crotch," She pretended to do so, "Wear my hat low like you!" She pulled it over her eyes and slung her guitar into her waiting arms.

"We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem, we can do it like the man'dem. Sugar sugar sugar, we can do it like the man'dem, man'dem, we can do it like the man'dem. Sugar sugar sugar."

Hyuuga Natsume looked in shock. His eyes were only widened, but that was enough for SAKURA MIKAN! "That should be enough for now." She smirked and turned around.

"I guess you are doing okay," Natsume grumbled. "'Do it like a dude', huh?" The corner of his lip did seem to defy gravity.

Hotaru glared.

She glared alot.

It was freaking poor little Ruka out. "U-u-u-ummmmm, Hotaru-chan?" He finally cut in. "A-a-a-are you okay?" Hotaru snapped out of her trance and looked to Ruka, shuddering next to her. She stood.

"I'm fine, Ruka, don't worry about me. Get ready, and tell Iinchou and the others to get ready too. Mikan's dropping another hit tonight. From here, our flight should take about two hours..."

Ruka nodded, reassured, then walked off.

Hotaru picked up a little red gift-wrapped box on the glass table in the middle of Dream's enormous flat. "I hope she likes it," She whispered to herself.

It was unlike Hotaru, many would say, to show any emotion, but Hotaru was better than that. When Ruka asked her about it, she had replied, 'To show no emotion is a weakness. To show too much emotion is also a weakness. But to show a lot of both...is the best.'

There came a knocking on the door. Hotaru assumed it was their manager, their middle-school principal, and brushed her hair from her face. Opening the door, she started, "Hello-" An envelope fluttered to the floor, no one at the doorway.

Being the curious girl she was, Hotaru ripped it open immediately. "Do It Like A Dude: the dropping of Devil's Charm's new single..." She read out loud. "V.I.P. Tickets...once again Mikan, you have really outdone yourself." Also in the envelope were lounge passes, private stays for three days in a Times Square apartment, all to be included with Mikan herself's company.

"'Do it like a dude', Mikan? Really? Must've been Natsume..."

"Japan is amazing..." Mikan breathed onto the car's window. The sakura trees were blooming, people were on a natural high, and the bomb idol was back at home. "Oh, right here, sir," She said to the taxi driver.

Sakura Hall. Currently, tonight, in about three hours, Mikan would be performing at this very insane size of a building. She waltzed in, humming to herself. "Do it like a brotha, do it like a dude..."

All of a sudden, a wave of nausea slammed into her. She made a break for the closest bathroom, locked herself into the enormous beautiful stall, and vomited into the toilet. She remained standing over it while taking her guitar off and holding up her hair...until someone held it up for her.

"Mmmmm!" She was about to turn, but then Hotaru's voice stopped her. "Don't turn your dirty mouth to my face, idiot, just let me hold your hair."

Mikan couldn't refuse before another wave hit her, and she vomited again. She felt weak for a second, while Hotaru washed her mouth and face. When they heard the bathroom door open, Mikan tensed.

"Don't worry. I locked our stall and the walls are soundproof." She continued to wash Mikan, then made her sit on the bench in the wall. She examined the wreckage (gross) and also Mikan's mouth.

Without a change in her tone, she said, "You have a severe case of unusual Polio. You're almost fully formed, and yet you have it. Your respiratory system is fine, which explains why you can still sing...but your stomach is shrinking because of lack of - oh yeah, you never got a vaccine. Your blood-cells are being piggy-backed and it looks like you yelled a lot somewhere - that sped it up. It's only affected one vein, one artery, a quarter of your esophagus, and half of your stomach." She scrunched her eyebrows.

"Mikan, why the hell did you not tell me before? I'm your best friend, for cripes' sake." She said the second santence in French, thinking it was a language Mikan couldn't understand.

"Because, Hotaru," The brown-haired girl replied in perfect French, "I would never want to make my best friend cry."

"I'm not crying." Hotaru switched to English.

"Then, my friend," Mikan did also, "Why are there tears falling from your eyes?"

Hotaru didn't bother to wipe the rainclouds misting over the plains of her cheeks. "These aren't tears. These are emotions for a friend." Hotaru took out her cellphone, texting at a rapid speed. She got her reply almost immediately.

"Let's go to the stage, Mikan. It's time."

Thank you reviewers!

Yeah so, I've been getting private messages asking me what songs I used.

Here they are:

Chapter 1: Misery Business by Paramore

Chapter 3: Written In The Stars by Tinie Tempah

Chapter 4: Blow by Ke$ha

Chapter 5: Just Can't Get Enough by Black Eyed Peas

I Need A Doctor by Eminem

I'm Coming Home by Kanye West

Chapter 6: Set Fire To The Third Bar by Snow Patrol

Chapter 7: If I Die Young by The Band Perry

Chapter 8: Bring Me To Life by Evanesence

Chapter 9: Do It Like A Dude by Jessie J

Yeah, so, I hope you all liked this chapter, even though it is short yet again...

R&R!

~animeoh