Here's a quick epilogue, just so you see what happened to a certain guy...
"Yahiro!" Megumi jumped up gleefully. He scowled.
"Use your board, idiot!" he said rather grumpily as she jumped up to wrap her arms around him. He couldn't stop a blush from appearing on his cheeks, but cleared his throat.
"Anyways… good concert," he muttered. Megumi blinked.
"Yahiro…? Is something wrong?"
"…no."
"…Yahiro. You are pouting."
"No I'm not!" Yahiro protested, his pout only growing deeper.
"Yahiro."
"…hey… I'm the most important person in your life, right?"
Megumi's eyes shot open. "Wh- What?!"
"Hold it."
Saiga Yahiro raised an eyebrow at the hand that was rudely shoved in front of his face.
"What?" he asked rather rudely. The heavyset man guarding the door stood there, eyebrow raised.
"No one goes into Yamamoto-sama's room without permission," he grunted. Yahiro arrogantly smirked.
"But I'm her boyfriend," he said rather smugly. The bouncer raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, is that so? Well, what's your name?"
"…Saiga Yahiro," Yahiro finally said, looking rather put-off. The bouncer checked the list. Yahiro's jaw nearly dropped as he saw the bouncer's eyes scan down first, then finally step aside.
"All right, you can go in."
"…so that means that I'm not the first person on your list!" Yahiro whined. Megumi could only shake her head in bemusement.
"Well… I mean… you're the second," Megumi protested. Yahiro's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"And who's first?"
"…"
Yahiro immediately ran out.
"W- Wait, Yahiro!"
Megumi stared at her feet as Yahiro threw the list down in frustration.
"Kaneshiro Yuuichi?!" Yahiro roared. "Are you playing some sort of sick joke on me, Megumi?!"
"D- Don't yell!" Megumi begged. "The security guard might come in!"
Yahiro took a deep breath.
"Why?" he finally forced himself to ask. "Why him?"
Megumi lifted her chin. "He made me promise that if I ever became a singer, I would put his name first on the list!"
"Wh- What the-?" Yahiro could only sputter. "Use the board!"
\Besides, I put you before Special A!/
He grudgingly had to admit that was true, but still…
"Still…" he struggled with words. "What if I wasn't here, and Kaneshiro just came in to your dressing room?"
Megumi only managed a small, sad smile.
\That won't happen./
"Flight 353, boarding for New York…"
Kaneshiro Yuuichi quietly gathered his passport and his belongings. He took a deep breath as he took in his surroundings.
Farewell, Japan…
Goodbye… Yamamoto Megumi.
I think I may have actually fallen in love with you a little bit… just a little bit…
I wish you happiness.