I'm am so awful...I guess I was so hasty in uploading the story I completely forgot to do an introduction! Jeez, anyway thanks for all the views it means a lot you guys checked it out! So this story isn't going to be long by any means so I'm just moving things along in this chapter. The last one served as a stage setter so sorry if it was kind of slow...

I've been planning this story for awhile because come on, Uta-Pri needs a badass rocker chic to set things right! As a sort of future warning the rating will go up to M so expect that sometime soon keke. Expect updates to come around weekly give or take~ I, by no means own anything Uta Pri but thanks again for reading!

augenblick(n.) lit. "in the blink of an eye": a 'decisive moment' in time that is fleeting, yet momentously eventful and incredibly significant

As Mirai slept through the morning Haruka and Otoya were confronted with a similar situation. Before even raising her hand to knock Saotome boomed an 'Enter.' Closing the door gently the pair was met with an unharnessed Shining as he gave them a nonplussed look. Suddenly he sprang up onto his desk and pointed down at them, "Both of you are going to MIRAI's concert tonight!"

Silence ensued for a solid minute before they exclaimed in shock, "NANI?" The President chortled and crouched down to their eye level. "Everything has been arranged, I need both of you to become acquainted with MIRAI in order for our companies to grow closer." Otoya looked towards Haruka with apprehension, "Which is why after the show you will meet her backstage with these," From inside his coat pocket Saotome pulled out laminated strips of paper that read 'VIP'. "But President," Otoya sputtered trying to process it all, "Don't draw any attention to yourselves and remember to give her your card MISS NANAMI." Shining handed each of them their tickets before rushing them out without so much of a rebuttal.

"This is all so sudden." Haruka mumbled turning over the embossed ticket, Otoya sighed but brightened up with a smile, "Well, let's make the most of it." She returned his smile with her own but then frowned slightly. "What's wrong Nanami?" She looked between her ticket and her pastel outfit, "I don't think I have any 'rock' clothes."

After procuring the much needed help from Tomo-chan, Haruka easily passed the rocker look with her ripped fishnets and tiny leather skirt. On top she wore fitted corset underneath a leather jacket, the combat boots also added to rugged feel. She caught her reflection in the mirror and blushed profusely, "T-tomo-chan, are you sure this isn't too…revealing?" Tomochika looked over and giggled at her tomato face, "That's how the fashion is, besides are you sure you're not going on a date with Otoya?"

Haruka's blush intensified ten-fold as her ears matched her lipstick, "I'm teasing, and you look good." Tomochika gave her a once over and shot her a thumbs up. Haruka petted her frazzled hair and thanked her good friend before departing to find Otoya.

It was a trial but he successfully evaded his fellow members and waited for Haruka outside their company van. At first he didn't recognize the figure walking up to him until the realization hit him like a sack of bricks. "N-NANAMI?" She squirmed under his gaze and asked bashfully, "Do I…look bad?" He swallowed dryly as his eyes darted from her smoky eye makeup to her fiery lips and the every so present cleavage peeking out from her corset, "NO!" Otoya cleared his throat and repeated himself in a calm fashion. He helped her into the van and tried to keep his head straight and not focus on Haruka's hair, her scent, and her smoldering eyes-

He closed his eyes tightly and reached over to lower the window, the cool breeze against his face helped calm his nerves until he felt her gaze. She inquired if he was alright and Otoya looked anywhere but her batting eyelids, he knew she wasn't doing it on purpose but it was all too tempting.

Somehow they made it to the venue and Otoya slinked an arm around Haruka's waist as they shuffled through the restless crowd. Her face reddened at the gesture and was moderately surprised as they stood a few feet away from the stage. Looking around apprehensively she found some of the crowd composed of young girls dressed in a similar fashion. Her eyes traveled up towards to a hooded Otoya who caught her gaze and hastily removed his arm bleating out an apology. A young woman turned to them and smiled genially as she introduced herself while Haruka found the shaved side of her hair enchanting. Suddenly the lights dimmed as the crowd began to rev up with excitement, Haruka felt herself tremble by the sheer energy as she gravitated towards Otoya subconsciously seeking protection. He felt her weight on his shoulder and hesitantly drew his arm but then retracted. The people began chanting out her name when a winding shamisen began to play overhead, the screaming intensified as Haruka recognized this as her intro. Feedback from a guitar intensified until finally, MIRAI appeared as the spotlight settled. The screams shook the venue from its core.

"MINNA-SAN!"

She smirked at their frenzied state and began tapping her foot signaling to her drummer to start the beat. At an impossible speed she started up her guitar and blasted away her first song. For Haruka it was if time had ceased to exist in this world. MIRAI leaned over into the crowd, mic in hand, winked directly at her singing a wordless song. A small gasp left the young woman's lips as MIRAI retracted before wailing away with her guitar. Everywhere she looked people called out to her raising their hands to the music, to the right of her even Otoya had his hand in the air.

'This…I will never forget this.'

Slowly then all at once the sounds and smell returned as Otoya looked down towards her with a goofy smile as she raised a hand to her mouth and cheered on MIRAI.

In a flash the concert was over. Everyone stood in rapture still abuzz from the adrenaline provided by MIRAI. Haruka found her palms were sweaty while Otoya wiped at his slick forehead. The girl they earlier met fought her way through the crowd and found her way back to them suddenly wielding a small water gun. He was taken aback and questioned her, "Tomorrow is MIRAI's birthday and so the fan club organized this. She said she loves the rain and we think it would be a funny surprise," Still not fully understanding it Otoya nodded cautiously.

The spotlight came back on as MIRAI walked to the edge of the stage, acoustic guitar in hand, and waved into the people's phone cameras. "Wah, minna-san…" It was evident from her voice and slicked face that she was utterly spent, "I hope you liked the show!" The audience hollered and clamored about exuberantly, she gave a silvery laugh and secured the mic to the stand. Suddenly from the crowd someone yelled desperately that they loved her, her eyebrows raised as she looked out into the mass with her hand shielding the glaring spotlight. "Where's my ring?" She said into the mic which garnered laughter from the people.

"I'm kidding man, I love you too. I love all of you guys!" An enormous roar ripped across the audience, "Unfortunately the show's almost over-" A chorus of 'boos' started from the crowd as she nodded in agreement, "I know, I know. However as my last song-"

Suddenly, in unison, the crowd counted to three and began to sing happy birthday. Haruka and Otoya picked up on it and sang along gleefully. MIRAI's face went blank as she processed the scene, with trembling hands she reached for the mic, "Oi, minna-san," she began but lost her voice as they continued on. She sucked in her lower lip, it was so touching that it moved her to tears. Then a single stream of water appeared from the crowd and struck her squarely in the shoulder, her eyebrows knit together as gentle streams spouted from the mass.

"Oi, oi!" She chuckled shielding her face but it was no use, in a matter of seconds she was thoroughly drenched with a small pool around her feet. "You guys really are something…" she murmured into the mic once they finished hastily wiping underneath her eyelids. MIRAI quickly regained her composure and slicked her soaked hair back before singing an acoustic rendition of her most popular song. Towards the end of the ballad many people openly wept by the sheer beauty and sincerity in which she sang.

Once the concert was officially over Otoya and Haruka fought their way towards the front of the stage and handed their passes to the threatening bouncers. They pulled back the curtain and showed them the way to MIRAI's dressing room, "Go in." One grunted as Otoya warily jerked back the knob. Mirai looked over her shoulder as her shirt was nearly over her head. Steam practically spewed from his ears as he slapped both hands over his reddening face. Mirai let out an amused breath as she replaced her sopping shirt with a new one, "It's fine, don't worry." He cautiously lowered his hands and found her running a towel roughly through her hair.

"Please come in, sorry 'bout that. Are you alright there?" She chuckled lightly at his strained expression and looked towards a bashful Haruka. Stripped from her guitar and all the glamour that involved the stage, the young composer found Mirai unexpectedly…warm. There was hardly any difference. A towel hung over her head as she looked between their faces curiously. "Have I seen you before?" Otoya removed his hood and her eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. She whistled in amazement and offered them a seat, "Well I certainly never expected to see you here Ittoki-san." He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "And this is…" Mirai cast her gaze towards Haruka who averted her eyes.

"Your girlfriend?"

Simultaneously heat crept into their faces, "She's cute." Mirai murmured delicately. "WE'RE NOT-"They both burst out at the same time and looked at each other suddenly. They whipped their bodies away thoroughly and utterly embarrassed; Mirai chuckled at the scene and leaned back into her chair as she regarded them in delight. "I am," Haruka began hesitantly but pushed past her shyness, "I am Nanami Haruka, I compose songs for STARISH." She inclined her head to which Mirai reciprocated the gesture, a glint passed through her eyes, "I'm terribly sorry, I'm so rude. My name is Mirai; it's such a pleasure to finally meet you both."

She gave them a kind smile. "I'm sorry if this seems so sudden." Otoya spoke unsurely at the situation, "No not all," she assured. Once they began to converse over their excitement about her concert the conversation no longer became strained as the trio settled into a comfortable rhythm. Haruka was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to talk to Mirai; she was a perfect balance between lightheartedness and composure. The three hit it off and once it was time to bid each other farewell they traded phone numbers.

"If you ever want or need help with composing I'd love to help out." Nanami brightly spoke to her newfound friend. "Wicked, I'll take you up on that." Mirai gave her a wink, Haruka fiddled with the hem of her jacket as her cheeks reddened.

"I hope we can meet again soon." Mirai began but darkened a bit, "Of course! You need to meet everyone else as we said Syo is dying to meet you!" With a grin she led them out backstage and thanked them once again for coming. She returned to an empty dressing room. Their laughter long gone and she was left with the familiar feeling of loneliness. Mirai plopped down in her seat sighing heavily as her President's voice echoed ominously in her ears.

Syo moaned in agony as he collapsed into a chair.

Everyone trickled in the practice room and waited for Nanami at the piano. "What can it possibly be now?" Masato narrowed his eyes at the young blonde, "Today is MIRAI's birthday and I really wish I could have gone to her concert yesterday." He whined with a protruding lower lip, Ren gave a perplexed look. "Why do you like her so much?" he inquired in his deep baritone.

Syo screwed up his face in thought and answered confidently, "She's wicked cool."

All the while Otoya looked on panicky, "Y-yeah, she's really cool." Everyone noted the shakiness in his voice and gave him a strange look. He laughed sheepishly shrugging his shoulders; Tokiya noted a subtle nervousness to him that he would get to the bottom of sooner than not. Haruka hurried into the practice room and seated herself at the piano slightly flustered by her tardiness.

Practice went off without a hitch. Everyone was in high spirits over the progress of their song and choreography. As Haruka packed up her music sheets Tokiya watched from the corner of his eye Otoya give her a meaningful look, he took that as his cue and followed deftly behind the redhead before cornering him in a hallway. "T-Tokiya!" his voice jumped up an octave or two at the dark haired idol's steely glare.

"Why are you so jumpy today Otoya?"

He flinched at the sound of his deep tenor. "I'm not jumpy." It was obvious to Tokiya whatever he was hiding would not stay hidden very long. "Also, where were you last night?" A visible lump formed in Otoya's throat as he screamed silently for a way out, "It's also quite curious that Nanami was gone-" Otoya let out an exasperated huff as he crossed his arms defiantly, "N-nothing happened okay? I just," He clenched his teeth together as Tokiya gave him a keen look. With a defeated sigh Otoya leaned over into his ear and told him of last night's excursion with Nanami.

Tokiya was taken aback but then recovered swiftly, "Is that all? I thought it would something important." And with that he sauntered off with Otoya looking on indignantly, however, from around the corner Ren departed as well. A smirk formed on his face as he concocted a plan that would make things quite interesting in the near future.

In a different hallway Kurosaki Ranmaru lounged about in his secluded corner. He leaned his forehead against the cool window and fought the heaviness of his eyelids. The late nights at the studio were proving taxing for the young bassist. Something slammed to the right of him as he cracked his eyes open in resentment. Reiji emerged from the adjacent room and strode up to him with his ridiculous looking smile. "Why weren't you at the meeting? I have to get your gigs for you now too?" Silence and a scornful glare served as his only answer. The cheery brunette sighed and handed him a clear file, "Better brush up on your modeling skills,"

"and hitting the gym." He muttered under his breath, with that the older of the two departed as Ranmaru thumbed through his job assignment. A fairly well known rock orientated magazine, which he had worked for in the past, was asking for him again. However, the details were troubling. 'The fuck is this?' His rage intensified as two words stood out, 'mildly gravure' and 'MIRAI'.

The day stretched into night as the members of STARISH gathered around for their weekly bid of board games. Due to Ranmaru's absence they all piled into Masato and Ren's room debating which game to play, Ren watched in masked delight as Otoya would now and then send a hasty text message. In reality the only people that took game night seriously was Natsuki, Syo, and Otoya. The other three would entertain them with one game before the night eventually collapsed over assumptions of cheating. Ren smirked feeling this would be the perfect opportunity to set his plan in motion.

Once all the cards were passed out and everyone deliberated over their hand Ren leaned over the table towards Otoya, "Who you texting there?" Said boy in question snapped his neck up like a frightened bird as his eyes widened considerably. "I've also noticed you've been glued to that thing all day." Masato murmured in agreement setting his cards down. He gulped and fidgeted around tugging at his vibrant bangs, 'Too easy.' Ren mused with a lazy smirk. "Well you see uh, today is my friend's birthday, so-"

"Eh?" Syo started, "What friend?"

Ren hardly had to lift a finger, everything settled in wonderfully. It was no use Otoya was utterly cornered. "You won't believe me but it's," He sighed unable to bring himself to speak the truth, "Its, uh, MIRAI," He whispered before lowering his head. No one spoke, no one even dared to move until Syo called with an accusing finger, "BULLSHIT!"

"Syo-chan!" Natsuki exclaimed aghast at his vulgarity. Everyone looked between themselves in confusion, "Prove it," Masato pressed with narrowed eyes. Otoya opened his mouth in protest but then realized that would be the only way for them to believe him. He fished out his phone and hesitantly pressed the call button, he drummed his fingers against his knee in anticipation as it began to ring.

He put it on speaker and began to sweat from sheer nervousness; his stomach was going to tumble out of his mouth. He had yet to call Mirai on the phone before. Suddenly it connected and a voice sounded from the other line, "Ittoki, what's up?" As if in slow motion everyone's face dropped in astonishment, even Ren was taken by surprise at her voice. "Moshi mosh?" she sounded again after a pregnant pause, Otoya scrambled for an answer. Syo clasped both hands over his mouth and flailed about, Otoya made small talk for a bit before revealing she was on speaker phone with STARISH. He cringed at the silence before she laughed lightly, "Are you all school girls or something? Oi, minna-san, it's nice to meet all of you," The guys murmured their greetings abashed at their antics; Syo was a few seconds away from fainting.

"Is Syo-chan there?" Otoya handed the phone over to the pallid blonde as he answered in the manliest voice he could muster, "Your buddy here told me you like my music, I'm flattered. Next time I have a concert in town I'd love for everyone to come."

Syo clutched at his chest bursting with glee. Unfortunately their conversation had to end since MIRAI was leaving for another gig later in that night. She bid everyone farewell as the phone disconnected with a click. "She seemed…nice." Natsuki began unsurely.

Ren clicked his tongue, "Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because you got a girls number doesn't mean anything." In reality Ren was just jealous. "We have to meet her, now." Syo demanded slamming his cards on the table. "I think we'll be seeing her around." Tokiya spoke cryptically. He set his cards to the side and left the room without so much of a word. Ren followed suit with a smug look, everyone looked after them in confusion.

"What a bunch of kids,"

"Did you say something?" Her manager regarded her with a puzzled look after she hung up. "Nah." He heaved a sigh and returned his eyes on the road. "You know if the President ever finds out about this. It won't be pretty, for either of us." She snorted and rolled down the window, "I guess he just doesn't have to find out then hm?" Abe shook his head slowly and muttered something about being a babysitter.

"Anyway, here's your next schedule." He handed her a file and she glanced through it, it was always the same anyway. She leaned back into the seat in thought, fashion week was coming and she was invited along with some other idols to make a special appearance. She knew next to shit about modeling. In fact she was going to meet with a coach right now in order to introduce her to the craft. She began to massage her temple; this modeling stint would cut into her composing time.

She took a deep breath.

'Hopefully I don't have any more modeling shticks in the future.'

The week progressed slowly for the guitarist. Modeling classes proved boring. All you had to basically do was tilt you head here and there, throw in some hand movements and voila you're a model. In addition her diet was stripped clean, as if her current diet of green tea and cashews wasn't nutritious enough. Also being a model entailed walking down a lit strip like some sort of fucking zombie but hey Mirai appreciated the job. She gave fulltime models props; the shit was not easy by any means. At any rate it would be another week or so until fashion week officially got under way and in the meantime Mirai spent her days rushing from program to program while fitting small gigs here and there.

What served as a silver lining between her hectic agenda were the random texts she would receive from Otoya and Haruka. Sometimes it would be pictures of a dumb face Syo would make while he was asleep or in Haruka's case, a pretty coffee design the barista made her or a cute outfit in a window. She found them cute. In truth, Mirai was reserved when it came to this kind of stuff. It's not that she was awkward or anything but she found it hard to have very close friends. She was nonetheless thankful for them, they certainly kept her grounded and sane but more importantly they genuinely care about her. And that was rare in this field. And it was rare for Mirai to open up so much to them.

One late night Mirai was up with a bout of inspiration as she hastily scratched away on a couple of music sheets. In actuality she should be keeping up with her sleep but seeing as she had to leave in a few hours, she decided to spend her time composing. As she experimented with chords on the guitar her phone began to vibrate dully, seeing as it was her manager she answered right away. "Are you ready? I'll be there in forty minutes or so." Mirai was at a loss as she expressed her confusion, he sighed and she pictured him running a hand down his face as always. She fished out her crumpled schedule that was wedged in between the cushions of her couch and scanned for today's agenda.

"I'll be dammed." She cursed under her breath, "What is this shit Abe-san, I have a modeling gig with," she squinted at the name and started with a jump.

"Shit!"

Don't you think Ren and Tokiya would be major gossips that would instigate things and no one would suspect them because of their 'cool' exteriors? Please let me hold on to this ridiculous head-cannon heehee~

Let me know what you think, see you guys soon!