Muahahaha...nikki hiiragizawa is back one again. Sorry for taking so long for the third time. I just discovered how difficult anything with numbers could be...-.- Matta ku...anyway...

Athar_Luna: Hmm...yeah, I intend to make Eriol suffer some more...but don't worry, they'll see each other really soon. ^.^

Tomoyo-Sakura: Thank you for reading my fic. I really am glad that you liked it.

Dana Daidouji: Nah...Seguchi is not that harmful, or I'll smack him if he is *evil laugh* Anyway, I am glad I cleared up some things for you. Tomoyo would really be disturbed if she meets Eriol, but who can deny the power of fate? And they are fated to be together, ne? ^.^

Clownsareevil and Darkshadowheartless: Etou...I am really sorry for not updating, I really am *sobs*. Aynway, I won't do a very cruel thing like that, unless you want to see a long uninteresting chapter ne?

Fuu: Thanks! You're not the only one who wants Eriol to suffer, tho.

Sakura Angel: Naw, why would I give up on this fic? This is my fic, after all. I always continue my fic one way or another...even if it takes years...LOL. Thanks for encouraging me. I really appreciate it.

Ruby-servantof-eli: LOL...They will be together, I swear...or...did I not? ^^;;;

Daidouji-Hiiragizawa: Judging from your name, you like ExT ^.^ I hope you'll like the other chapters more.

Tomoyo-chan: Hey, thank you for reading! ^.^ I am really glad for that per- chapter review you made even though you read it when it was already thirteen chaps long. ^.^

crystal~ heart: I am a bad person, ne? *grin* But of course, Eriol wouldn't be accepted by Tomoyo THAT easily...

KyteAura: Long time no talk, yes? I haven't been online for so long...-.- *tries to interrupt Kyte-chan's million words per minute* Ahehehehe...I like Inu Yasha...really, but Miroku is really bishouneny (Even tho he is slightly perverted) and I've got a thing for Sesshoumaru's fur which originated from who knows where...Sesshoumaru's really really cute, for me. ^.^ But heck, don't get me wrong, I really am fond of Inu Yasha's human form, too. *holds up shield*

Flame Solo: Uh...awww? ^.^

CHAPTER 15: Fanservice

"You seem out of it, Daidouji-san?" Nittle Grasper's member Noriko said. "Are you ill or something? You need anything to drink or eat?"

Tomoyo shook her head and stared back at the walls of the dressing room. "No, thank you. I'm just having cold feet."

"Well, you better end the cold feet," Noriko giggled. She set her brush down and stood up. "I'll just go and see how things are going outside, okay?" When Tomoyo nodded, the other girl went out of the dressing room, humming a song to herself.

With a long, unsuppressed sigh, the purple-eyed girl settled and made herself comfortable on the couch. She dazedly looked at the ceiling, and after a while, closed her eyes in complete abandon.

"Eriol..." Tomoyo's brow furrowed as she whispered. It had all been too untrue, too stupid. That spawn of stupidity called Eriol Hiiragizawa in back once more, and he's now in the throes of reaching out to her. Somehow, she felt a bit angry, yet a bit more excited. The young man is after her. That means he still values her...and will do anything to get back to her again. She smiled at the thought.

But...

She gently laid an arm over her eyes. What if...what if Eriol still doesn't understand? What if he still wants her as some replacement for his old wife? What if...

Salty liquid leaked out from under her arm. Standing up and hastily wiping her tears, she looked at her reflection through the mirror. Who would have thought she would be wearing these clothes and be an idol? Last time she checked, she was prowling on the streets looking for a job. Now...everything has turned around completely.

She smiled at her reflection. "Konnichi wa," she softly said. "Tomoyo is so glad you could make it to my concert." She smiled widely and slightly bowed. "Please enjoy the show, Fukuoka."

Fukuoka.

She had lived here all of her life, yet she still had no idea where her family is, how they are doing, and if they miss her. She suddenly decided that after the tour, she'll go back here and trace her family's whereabouts. Then she'll be complete, and she can live in peace - even without the presence of the bespectacled young man.

"You're not the only one who can live, Eriol," she whispered as she leaned her gray head on the mirror.

Outside, a blond-haired man gently closed the door. In a few minutes, it would be up to Tomoyo to control herself, her fate, and her emotions.

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Zepp Fukuoka is covered from wall to wall with eager fans. Banners and signs decorated the walls, each of them cheering on their favorite artist.

Kilometers away, Eriol tapped his feet impatiently against the train carpet. In a few minutes, I'll see Tomoyo again, he thought. I'll get her to come back to me, I'll do it no matter how long or how hard it takes. He leaned against a wall a bit far from the other passengers, and waited.

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"Tomoyo-chan, are you okay?" Nittle Grasper's vocalist peered into her face with wide, concerned eyes.

"Uh, hai!" Tomoyo said, a bit too enthusiastically. They were on their way to their stage, ten minutes before the concert starts.

A door opened into the corridor and the concert director went out. "Ah, Ryuichi-san, just the person I wanted to see."

"Heh?" Like a kid, Ryuichi yanked the director's hand. "What is it? Ne, ne?"

The director laughed and continued. "Well, I jut got from our sources that there's rumor going on about our Ryuichi and Daidouji-san."

Tomoyo's eyes widened. "Sakuma-san and...me?"

"Hai. That is why," the manager continued. "I have a plan to make this concert a complete success."

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A blast of the lights signified the start of the concert. Screaming like mad, the fans waved their hands and cheered on as Nittle Grasper's banner dropped on the stage. A melody familiar to all filled the air and the concert started.

Tomoyo took a deep breath from behind the stage. In twenty seconds, it'll be time for her to sing...

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Eriol almost tripped as he ran out of the taxi into the traffic. He reached Zepp Fukuoka after a bullet train ride, and a taxi ride, until he reached heavy traffic. Panting, he moved to the door.

"You ticket, sir," the guard coolly said as Eriol approached the door.

The bespectacled young man was taken aback. "Ticket?" He cursed to himself. Of course concerts need tickets! How the heck had he forgotten? "Uh, I still haven't bought one. Are there still tickets for sale?"

The guard pointed to a table in the lobby. "You were lucky there were still a few seats left. The director made sure there are tickets reserved for people who will buy tickets on the actual concert night." Mumbling a thanks, Eriol got inside and bought himself a ticket. Seventy-thousand yen seemed too much, but he really needed to see Tomoyo. Now.

An usher opened one of the twin doors to the theater, and a pandemonium welcomed him. Screams and cheers were heard everywhere. Of course, considering Nittle Grasper was ranking as one of the most popular bands in Japan, fans would be more than anyone can expect. He squeezed himself between writhing and jumping figures, and settled himself a bit near to the stage and against a wall.

"Minna!" the band vocalist shouted amidst the noise, making the fans even more enthusiastic. "We would like to thank everyone for coming. To show our thanks, we'll sing a song not new to everyone, but with the one who sang our marvelous opening number, Tomoyo Daidouji-san!"

Eriol heard his breath hitch a pace higher as Tomoyo came onstage. She looked so different from the time she was with him. She was wearing a long- sleeved shirt, the sleeves slashed to show her arms through them, a leather skit, and knee-high leather boots. Her hair was set down in long tresses, and slightly tinted with silver. Realizing he hadn't been breathing, he slightly looked away and sighed.

"Good evening again to everyone!" Tomoyo's melodious voice sang throughout the theater. "Thank you for coming tonight!"

The band members took their places and the theater grew quiet. A highly- upbeat song filled the air, and the song began.

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Tomoyo's heart was pounding so fast that she couldn't hear the music start. She felt Sakuma Ryuichi, in an attitude far from his normal one, behind her, and whispered for her to get ready.

"Sleepless Beauty" was the name of the song. The director specially requested Tomoyo to be in the performance of this song. After hearing those rumors of Ryuichi and Tomoyo together, the director decided that it would be a good sell of they pull it out well. That is why they are doing what the director called fanservice.

At first, Tomoyo was surprised. She hadn't heard of that kind of celebrity stunt and was afraid of it, but after Ryuichi assured her that no harm will be done, she gave consent. Now, she felt as if she was regretting it as her part of the song came.

The chorus came and she looked at Ryuichi, who nodded to her. In an instant, he was behind her, and circled an arm tightly around her hips.

Smiling in spite of being uncomfortable of having someone hold her other than her parents and Eriol, Tomoyo carried on with the song.

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Hands tightened into fists as Eriol watched Tomoyo. He couldn't believe she consented to be held like that! The band's vocalist ran a hand up her arm, causing even more screams in the crowd. A pang of regret and jealousy spread throughout the young man's body. At this time, he should be the one holding Tomoyo. He should be the only one holding her. He wanted to look away but he couldn't.

"Sakuma-san!" a fan beside him shouted. They were shouting Tomoyo's and the vocalist's names together, and Eriol could feel something burning inside him. All the more did his shock turn to anger as Nittle Grasper's vocalist bent down to breath down the young woman's neck.

"No! Stop! Tomoyo!"

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Tomoyo heard someone calling her and she looked at the source of the voice. Out of the dark audience, she made out a form of a young man clinging to the wall of the theater. She stopped singing. Even the fans near the stage dropped their hands and banners and looked at the source of the voice.

"Eriol..." the young woman said as she dropped her microphone with a loud bang. Tears were starting to form at the corner of her eyes, and she was unsure if they were tears of relief or anger. She stared at him for a long time, until she couldn't take it anymore and ran off the stage.

"Tomoyo-chan!" She could hear Sakuma Ryuichi calling her, but she can't look back.

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By the time Eriol realized what he had done, it was already too late. Fans were staring at him, as well as the band itself. From the farthest point of the stage, he made out Tohma Seguchi. But he has no time to think about him now. Shouting after Tomoyo, he strove to reach the stage and follow the young woman.

^to be continued...^

Short chappie, yeah I know. I am really sorry for the delay this fic has been going thru. Please bear with me.

BTW, fanservice is what singers/artists do during concerts, involving insinuating acts. If you know Gackt, then you know what I am talking about.

Now, what do you think will happen next? Do you want me to end the story in the next chapter or would you want it a bit longer? Hit the review link and tell me. ^^