Second chapter:on FIYAH: I was kind of in a rush to get this written, so apologies in advance for, like..being a really short chapter. More to cOoOomMmeeEe... :floats off:
Kamui had finally gotten into the building, true. But he took one look at the veritable labyrinth in front of him and stopped short.
Kamui felt his eye twitch. "This is getting a little ridiculous."
When Magami-san's agent had given him directions on the phone, he had been starry-eyed and nodding like an idiot; hearing her voice but not actually listening. Kamui smacked his hand to his forehead and sorely wished he had done otherwise.
Letting out a big breath, Kamui slumped forward. Was he really going to sacrifice his prospective stardom because he couldn't find the right room? He cringed as he pictured the tabloids, featuring him on the cover, looking bewildered and utterly hopeless. Clenching his fists in a newfound determination, he steeled himself and took a breath.
"I know, I'll just go straight. Yeah, that's it. Where's the harm in that?"
And so Kamui began to walk forward.
The doors down the hallway all looked very similar, Kamui thought, and unconsciously sped up his pace. Surely it was just his imagination that the hallway seemed to be growing longer as he walked down it? Nothing in the entire building was giving him a hint as to what godforsaken room he was supposed to go to, and he was beginning to get very nervous.
It took him a moment to realize he was running. He realized a moment too late, however, as he slammed into something with incredible force, and, in his panic, took down whatever he had run into with him.
It took Kamui yet another moment to realize he was lying on something relatively soft. Solid, by all means, but—
"Oh my God! Are you ok? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" Kamui scrambled to his feet immediately, just realizing that he had used another person as his landing pad.
"I'm so sorry, I was kind of lost and I guess I started running and I wasn't really looking where I was going…" he babbled, pushing his hair back from his forehead and holding his hand out. "Here, let me help you—" Kamui stopped mid-sentence as he finally noticed just who exactly he had knocked over.
A very irritated, messy haired young man was sitting on the floor, rubbing his back where he had connected to the ground. A very irritated, messy haired Fuuma Monou, the young, handsome and heinously popular actor (especially among the ladies) who had already starred in several movies of his own. Even sitting ungracefully on the floor in a simple white shirt and jeans, he had still managed to look suave.
Fuuma looked up and merely glared; then, ignoring Kamui's hand, he stood up by himself and brushed off his shirt.
"Yeah, might've wanted to watch where you were going, shorty." He said rather curtly, staring at Kamui pointedly, as though sizing him up.
Kamui bristled. "Shorty?" For a guy he had just met, Fuuma Monou had made quick work of making his less-than-pleasant personality crystal clear. A feeling of insecurity crept up as he noticed other boy seemed to be analyzing him, casually moving his gaze from Kamui's head to toes.
Fuuma crossed his arms, apparently done in his inspection. "And the kid's studio is down the street." He finished, beginning to walk off in the opposite direction.
Kamui felt his face flush red, barely noticing the heated sensation of outrage rising in his throat.
"Kid's studio!" he heaved,"I'll have you know that I'm seventeen and I was called here by Tohru Magami-san's agent to act in her new fil—"
"You're my age?" Fuuma interrupted, stopping mid-step and turning around.
"Yes—"
"And you'll be working in X?"
"Yes."
There was a long, awkward pause as they stared at each other.
Fuuma drew in a breath. "Well, you're going the wrong way. We're meeting in a room down hallway 17-B…"
Kamui began to thank him, but stopped as Fuuma turned around and gave him a devilish grin.
"Shorty."
