Shooting Stars
by ^death^ Himura
Notes: Characters don't belong to me. This is AU You have been warned. Expect the expected, that's all I can say for now.
Chapter 1: Millennial meeting
She was getting bored.
Cut that.
She was extremely bored.
No... that wasn't it.
She was so *several words censored due to the PG-rating of this fic* bored.
That was much better.
The room was a sudden hive of activity as some people began entering the room. Because of her height, a complete disadvantage in cases like this, she was unable to spot her charge. Damn it all... and his fans had to be wearing platform shoes that would have passed off as stilts. Honestly, what was the big deal with wearing such attire to these boring press conferences? she silently mused to herself.
She never could understand pop-stars. No, she didn't want to understand them. They were simple-minded people who would have been better off without the fame. The few she had come into contact with for her past few assignments had the same two-digit IQ as an amoeba. That is, provided an amoeba had IQ and brains to begin with.
Superficial.
Fake.
Fluke.
She tuned back just in time to hear a reporter from one of the well-known magazines ask the pop-star a question.
Bet it'd be one of those 'how's your new girlfriend doing? Is she keeping the baby or not?' kind of questions.
Superficial.
Fake.
Fluke.
However, the question and answer startled her. For it was something she'd least expect from the usual crowd of bands and singers she had met up with.
"Mr. Shinomori, we hear that you are returning to Sapporo because you intend to complete your master's degree in psychology. Will you be putting your career on hiatus or, as the saying goes, catching two birds with one stone and continue on with your singing?"
A degree? In psychology? What was he? A wannabe shrink so that he could examine himself and compare his greatness to other undeserving fools?
She gritted her teeth, awaiting his answer.
"I *will* be putting my career on hiatus. That is until I complete my masters and when I have this sudden urge to sing and capture the hearts of my fans." His voice was delicate and seemed to somehow reflect the well upbringing he must have had. There was soft laughter surrounding the room. Misao narrowed her eyes. So typical of men...
"However, I feel that I may be ending my career as well." At this, the reporters hurriedly raised their hands and fired more questions in his direction. Misao huffed out the air in her lungs and then looked at her watch. Ten more minutes and they would wrap the session up. Her back was aching from leaning against the stucco wall too much. Her feet were throbbing from the pressure of her light-weight and trim body. Shiro wasn't online to entertain her and she nearly slid to the ground because she fell asleep halfway through the conference.
"Thank you for coming to the press conference and I hope my answers suited the questions you have asked appropriately." There was a murmur of voices and then the microphone was passed to the organiser of the conference.
"Refreshments have been prepared at Mr. Shinomori's request. Please head down to banquet hall 3. This ends the conference." All said and done. She'd send him to his hotel, and then, freedom awaited her in the promise of her T.V and sofa.
"Alrighty then... let's get to work."
Author's Notes: Nope, they haven't met yet. Misao has no idea what Aoshi looks like. She's not head over heels for him... yet. More will be explained as to why she would have this... negativity against BGR.