Shaman Idol

Chapter 2: First Name

Sorry for the long wait... anyway, here's chapter 2! Thank you for the reviews.) I live in Japan too, and I got all this idea from the Yon-sama ideal, lol. I'm not a big fan of him, or anything, but my mom is. (cough) Well, enjoy the next chapter...

"Well?" He glared impatiently at her, tapping his foot.

And then she noticed the bulky formed spirit she had just seen, sitting on the ground stiffly.

"YOU!" She shrieked, pointing at him. "I never want to see you again. Ever." One thing she hated was stray spirits, although this one didn't seem very stray since the dratted chinese idol was apparently his owner. Besides, you never know when the stray spirits might decide to stalk you, and follow you everyone... including the bathroom.

He looked slightly hurt at this. "What did Bason do to offend the young lady?"

"You can see him?" The Chinese idol asked incredulously, looking back and forth at her and the spirit who was apparently called 'Bason'. "Is she the girl you were talking about?"

Bason nodded, still looking hurt. "Yes. I met her at the hall."

Argh. She should have stuck to the regular bathrooms. Any other girl, she was sure, would have loved to be in the position she was in now. But Pirika? No freaking way.

"You're excused, Bason." he said offhandedly, and the spirit immediately disappeared.

Ren suddenly grabbed her, examing her closely, and way too intensely for Pirika's liking. He was making her nervous, and she could feel a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

"You'll do." He said, finally letting go of her. "Do you own a spirit?"

She blinked. A spirit? Kororo might count, but she was oniichan's, anyway. "No. But oniichan owns one. She's a nature spirit." Pirika said proudly. "Oniichan will be shaman king someday!"

"Your oniichan, eh?" he sneered. "I bet I could beat him with my hands tied behind my back."

Pirika responded by stomping hard on his foot. "DON'T YOU MAKE FUN OF ONIICHAN!"

"OUCH! This is why I don't like fangirls..."

Wrong thing to say. "I AM NOT A FANGIRL!" Another stomp, on the other foot.

"Why the hell did you enter this idiotic contest if you aren't one of those pathetic fangirls?" He quickly took note of Pirika's raised foot and hastily added, "Stomp on my foot again and I'll oversoul on you and throw you out the plane."

Scowling, Pirika answered with crossed arms. "My friend won it. I only agreed because I needed to go to Tokyo quick to save oniichan from getting sued..."

Oops. She wasn't supposed to say that. How embarassing was it, admiting to some kind of stranger who was stinking rich that your brother was about to get sued?

Too late, an evil grin was appearing on the arrogant star in front of her. "Sued? Now what could your strong future shaman king to be brother have done to get sued?"

She could feel her face burning with embarassment, and the only way to relieve it, she knew, was to punch something- preferrably the face of the person standing in front of her. She felt a giggle bubble up inside her at the image of her fist sinking into pretty boy's face. Imagine what Tamao would say!

"And what are you laughing at?"

"I'm imagining how face would look, all smashed up by my fist."

Ren scowled at her. "Feisty, aren't you? You should actually be on your knee's right now, begging for me to kiss you."

She shuddered at the thought. "You? Kissing me? Ew. I'd rather have a dog kiss me then having a guy like you kiss me."

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. As explained when she was shoved roughly onto the wall, her arms pinned roughly by the chinese idol. Who knew the famous star idolized by everyone would be so short tempered?

"You," he hissed, his eyes narrowing at her. "Are way to cocky for your own good."

"Oh yeah? And you're just a plain old arrogant boy too full of himself, only famous because of his equally arrogant father."

His father was a touchy subject for Ren, apparently. His eyes flashed dangerously as he hissed again, "Do you think I like this stupid job? My father is actually forcing me to do this stupid posing and acting because he thinks it'll be good advertisement for his stupid company! Good advertisement my ass." He looked genuinuely disgusted.

"But he promised something, before this stupid Japanese tour." Ren said softly, tracing her lips with his fingers. This was really spooking her up; what was he trying to tell her? Besides, he wasn't supposed to even be touching her, damn it.

"Let me go." She said in a dangerous tone, wriggling slightly. "I don't give a damn about your 'promise'." Who cared what kind of promise his idiot father made with his idiot son? Not her, that was for sure.

His grip tightened around her wrist, and Pirika could just feel the bruises appearing on her skin.

"Marry me."

Time froze as Pirika stared at Ren incredulously. She must have heard wrong. No way would a famous TV oscar winning star ask her to marry her. Her! Plain old Pirika Usui who had an idiot brother and money problems.

His grip loosened slightly, and Pirika quickly took a step back, seizing the opportunity. "...Are you on crack?" she asked weakly, tucking her hands behind the safety of her back.

He explained how deadly serious he was when he suddenly grabbed her, tipped her chin and laid an intense, wonderful kiss on her.

Well, in her opinion. At first. And then reality seemed to sink in, reminding her who exactly it was kissing her and that this kiss happened to be her very first kiss. Quickly she broke away, pushing him off, panting slightly.

"Y-you, you!" she spluttered, too furious to think of anything witty to say.

"Yes?" Ren asked in a taunting voice. He actually had the nerve to look amused!

"You... you can't just kiss me!"

"So? You're going to marry me; of course I can kiss you."

The chinese star was immediately met by a fist in the face. "WHY THE HELL WOULD I MARRY A BASTARD LIKE YOU?"

He scowled, glaring as he rubbed his nose which, to Pirika's disappointment, wasn't bleeding or broken. "It's not like you have a choice. I don't have a choice, either. Because I'm tired of this stupid job, pleasing my stupid manager and my stupid 'fans'."

That wasn't fair. She knew for a fact that Tamao worshipped him. She was one of those classical diehard fans. In fact, she was pretty sure she was the only girl in her whole school who didn't have a poster of Ren Tao in her locker or room.

"And my father said I could quit this job if I find a wife, so you are going to be my wife."

"You could go and pick out one of your fans and marry them." she snapped. "I'm pretty sure everyone will be making a line, fighting over for you."

"And you aren't one of my fans, are you?" Ren asked snobbishly. It infuriated her even more, and it took all her self-control to keep from giving him another punch in the face.

"I hate you, Ren Tao, for your information. I hate all celebrities." She informed him, walking over to the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, my friend is waiting for me."

But of course he had to stop her again. "Not so fast, girl. Tell me your name."

This time he recieved a grand stomp on the foot. "Like hell I'll give you my name." She flicked her blue hair and reached for the door again.

She was stopped again as he roughly pushed her against the door, trapping her with his arms. "Do you have to act so difficult and bitchy all the time?"

"Let go, or I'll make sure I break your nose this time." she threatened, waving her fist in his face. God, who did he think he was, ordering her around and calling her a bitch?

"Tell me your name, and I'll let you go."

"Why does it have to be me, anyway? I'm sure a lot of other girls would love to marry you."

He scowled again, and, as ashamed as Pirika was to admit it, he looked even more cute close up. "My father wants a pure, shaman bride. And shaman's happen to be rare, don't they?"

"You want a shaman bride? I'll introduce you to my friend; I'm sure she'll just love to marry you. Don't worry, she can see spirits just like me. Unlike me, she can actually handle spirits too. I'm sure you'll just love her."

She tried to break away again, but Ren wouldn't budge at all. "No. I want you."

'I want you.' The three magical words that must have melted girls all over Japans hearts, and which Ren had used in a few drama's he had starred in. Pirika felt her heart speed up just a little bit, but disgust soon took over.

"You won't get everything you want, Tao. I'm one thing you'll never be able to buy with money." she snapped, shoving him roughly. "Go find some other willing girl to marry."

Finally, finally, she was free, practically running out the room into the hall. "See you in hell, Tao!" She yelled back, running as fast as she could away from the room.

"You forgot something, Pirika."

Who cared if she forgot something? It could hardly be important, could it? Besides, it was probably a scheme to keep her from running away.

Wait a minute. Why did he know her name?

She whipped her head back, a sense of dread coming to her.

And there he was, casually flipping open her light blue cellphone, pressing the buttons as if he owned it. "Could Tamao be your shaman friend?" He called out to her, and she could see the infuriating smirk on his face. "And your brother, Horohoro? He must be the strong shaman brother with the nature spirit. Oh, he broke someones door, did he? And you're going to Tokyo to bail him out, aren't you?"

She longed to break his nose and more, as he read through her mail. HER mail! Her PRIVATE MAIL! What business did he have? This surely had to be an invasion of privacy!

"And about your comment about celebrities," he said, a casual grin on his face. "I think you are way too narrow-minded. I'm pretty sure there are nice celebrities out there. Like me, of course." She gave a guffaw. Him? Mr-force-an-innocent-girl-to-marriage, nice?

"Well, maybe I'm not that nice," he said, pressing more buttons onthe cellphone. Excuse me, HER cellphone! "But take your pink haired friend here." Was he going through her photos, too? "She can easily be a model. With her radiant pink hair and right friends, I'm sure she'll be on the cover of Cosmo just like that. Would you chuck your friend here if she became a model suddenly?"

"Tamao isn't going to be a model!" she spluttered. "She's a very shy girl, you know."

Ren sighed, twirling her cellphone by the Kororo strap. "It's just an example, Pirika. But anyway, I'm just telling you to stop being so narrow-minded and give me a chance."

"Earn your own chance, Tao." she snapped, jumping for her cellphone, to no avail. He was too quick for her.

"Why do you keep on calling me Tao, anyway, Pirika? If you're going to marry me, you should be calling me by my first name instead."

"In your dreams, Tao. Now give me back my phone. MY phone!" She lunged again, but collided into him instead.

He gave a smirk, taunting her with the cellphone. "Marry me, then."

Hmm. Cellphone or forced marriage?

"I hate you, Tao, and I hope you rot in hell." Pirika snapped, stomping on his foot again. But this time Ren quickly avoided it, a smirk still evident on his face.

"Ren-sama, it's time for your tour..." A woman wearing a brisk looking suit had come over, trailing off at the sight of the unexpected guest. "Shall I call security?" She asked critically, glaring at Pirika.

Great. She probably thought she was some kind of mad stalker. Call security? She needed the help of security, not him. Someone should take him away, quick.

"There's no need." Ren said with a smirk, not taking his eyes off Pirika. "I want you to cancel the tour."

Silence. Pirika sneaked a look at the woman, who seemed expressionless. "You want to cancel the tour."

"Yep." Ren said easily as if there wasn't a plane full of fangirls waiting for him.

Pirika swore she saw a vein pulse in the woman's forehead. "And what do you suggest I do to the fans waiting impatiently to see you?"

"I don't know, offer them refunds or whatever. Besides, this thing was free, wasn't it?"

"Ren-sama." The woman said, looking like she wanted to strangle him to death. "There are 300 people, waiting over there just to see you. You will give them the tour they've ben waiting for, or I will have to report back to your father about your incooperation again. He has personally appointed me as your manager, and I will not disappoint him."

He glared back at the woman. "Screw father. I don't care about my fans, and I don't care a bit about father either. I'm too busy entertaining my fiance." And to Pirika's mortification, he pulled her to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You see, I have finally found the love of my life, my soulmate..."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Kindly do not make fun of the script for your next drama- although I am pleased to know you have actually memorized some of it."

Oh. Figures. No wonder those words sounded so foreign out of his mouth.

"Go away, Yuna." He said, scowling, and still not letting go of her. "I want to enjoy my limited time with my fiance here."

Who the hell was Yuna? And why was he calling her his fiance already? She'd never agreed! "I AM NOT YOUR FIANCE!"

Once again she was released from his iron grip after stomping on his foot.

'Yuna' looked horrified as Pirika aimed another fist at his nose, and, to Pirika's pleasure, she heard a satisfying crunch of broken bones. "That's for going through my private things, bastard!"

And then she grabbed her cellphone from his grip and ran far, far away from the crazy guy, who was currently bleeding from the nose.

"Hey, you! Wait up!" Yuna yelled, but Pirika didn't bother looking back.

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Tamao looked up, looking slightly bewildered at the sight of her friend, gasping for air as she leaned against the seat.

"Pirika... are you okay?" she asked worriedly. "Should I go ask for some water?"

Pirika shook her head, gripping her cellphone tightly. "I-I'm okay..."

Her good friend gave her another worried glance, but said nothing more about it. "Did you hear? Ren-sama is going to be touring soon!"

Nooooo. She'd finally been released from his evil clutches, only to be found again in the middle of the fangirl mob? Maybe she could hide underneath the seats, or in the bathroom till everything passed... But the seats were way too small and the bathroom was still filled with girls.

"Attention, fans. Ren-sama will be touring the plane soon. It would be best if everyone is seated safely in their seats."

All the girls, including the ones lining up for the bathroom, went scrambling back towards their seat. Thus, the bathroom was now completely empty. Which meant she could go hide in there, and wait till the evil idol passed.

"Listen, Tamao, I'm going to go hide in the bathroom... okay? I'll come back after all the screaming stops."

Before Tamao could reply, she was already out of her own seat, and earning glares from all around. She was running blindly again, with one sole destination and refuge: the bathroom.

But of course it just had to go wrong.

"Ack! I'm so-"

Pirika had gone barreling into a familiar looking woman who had just entered their section. A very familiar looking woman.

"YOU!" The evil bastard's evil manager snarled, pointing to the innocent ainu girl. "YOU'RE the one who-"

"Yuna, Yuna, Yuna. I don't mind a bit about it."

And there he was, standing there like he owned the plane. (Well, he did. But that doesn't matter.) She was pleased to know that his nose looked rather purple, although the bleeding had evidently stopped. God must hate her so much. What did she to do to have to cope with an evil tempered bastard like him?

But it was obviously the wrong move, Ren speaking up like that and appearing from behind. The roar was too much for Pirika's poor sensitive ears, and even clamping her hands over her ears did nothing to help.

Fans were already jumping out of their seats, throwing themselves at him. "REN-SAMAAAAAAA!"

His manager was standing protectively in front of the said idol, desperately trying to calm the crazy fans. "Please, please, he will be touring everyone individually, so please return to your seats!"

Who cared about the woman in a business suit, shielding their favorite star? No one, of course. She must have underestimated the obsessiveness of the fangirls, since she was almost immediately swallowed up by the huge crowd; but fear not, the other bodyguards had arrived. This time, they were big bulky men in black suits and sunglasses, who were rather successfully stopping them. (More then his manager, anyway)

And he stood in the middle, smirking as if the sight before him was something extremely amusing, crossing his arms.

Pirika tried to crawl out from the hoard, nearly getting oxygen shortage. It was way too much for her small body. Why oh why did she have to step foot into this cursed jet? She felt someone stop her, grabbing her by the collar of her pink jacket.

"Let go, I'm NOT a fan-" It wasn't one of the bodyguards trying to arrest her. It was, you guessed it, THE Ren Tao.

Where did all her luck go? It must have evaporated the moment her brother called her.

And so she did the only thing that seemed sensible then: she screamed. A high-pitched, glass-shattering scream that was even louder then the roar of the fans put all together.

Startled, he quickly let go of her, and the plane was enveloped by silence.

"Who screamed?" His manager said, looking around. "Was it you, Ren-sama?"

He looked insulted. "I don't have that much of a high-pitched scream, Yuna."

One of the bodyguards seemed to realize it had been Pirika who had screamed, and snatched her by the collar again. Not very gently. "And who are you, missy?"

Innocent cute looking face mode, all out. "H-he..." she said, hitching fake sobs and pointing to the tongari head. "He t-tried to molest and kidnap m-meeeee!"

She was met by an even more deafening silence. And then, of course, the fatal roar before Ren's manager could say anything back to Pirika.

"MOLEST ME, REN-SAMA!"

"YOU CAN KIDNAP ME ALL YOU WANT!"

"TAKE MEEEEEEE!"

It was the most pathetic sight Pirika had ever laid eyes on. And they were of the same species? She felt ashamed for her own gender.

His manager was now bashing at people with her clipboard, roaring profanities as she tried to beat away all the girls, to no avail. But the bodyguards managed to ward them all off, after yelling, "REN-SAMA WILL CANCEL THIS TOUR IF EVERYONE DOES NOT GO BACK TO THEIR SEATS NOW!"

And just like the time they announced how it would easier for their idol to tour if the plane was silent, everyone immediately scrambled back towards their seats, eyes shining. But of course they managed to scream, "REN-SAMAAAAAAAAA!" in perfect harmony as they returned to their seats.

Pirika, meanwhile, was still being held hostage by the scary looking men in black. "Can I go back?" She asked in her most look-at-cute-little-me voice.

The MIB frowned at her, studying her critically from behind the glasses. "I don't know... We'll have to ask Ren-sama."

"Throw her in my room." He said boredly. "Make sure she doesn't escape."

Everyones eyes bugged out at this. "WHAT?"

He looked pretty annoyed as he snapped at the bodyguards, "I SAID, keep her in my room! She's going to be my-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The fatal high-pitched scream once again, but this time it was accompanied by her fist again as she broke away from the bodyguards and launched herself at him. "DIE, TAO, DIE!"

He avoided her skillfully, catching her fist easily. "No more playing, Pirika. Now be a good girl and follow the nice man."

A good girl? Who did he think she was? A six year old? And the guy in front of her looking nothing like a 'nice' man. More like menacing. She was pretty sure he had a gun hidden inside his suit.

"Ren-sama, will you please explain?" Yuna said briskly, flashing her eyes threateningly at Pirika. "You told me before that she is your-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She did NOT need all of the fangirls to hear how their one and only star had actually proposed to her at first sight. She would, she was sure, be murdered and skinned alive by all of them the second they heard the word 'fiance'. Of course, they were suspecting enough already, all of them glaring daggars at her from their seats.

"Will you please stop screaming?" Ren hissed into her ear. "We are getting enough attention as it is."

"I will scream," she snarled. (Quietly, so no one would hear.) "If you do not let go of me. And I will scream," she added, "If you dare utter the f-word or the m-word, or force me to marry you again."

He sighed in mock defeat. "Alright, Pirika. But," OF COURSE there would be a but in there somewhere. This was Ren Tao she was dealing with, after all. His voice was lowered, and it came out oddly husky and sexy. "Meet me in front of my room after we get to Tokyo."

No freaking way was she going there.

"...Or else I'll have to resort to drastic measures, where I will have to announce to the whole wide world that you are my-"

"Okay, okay! I get the idea! I'll go, okay? But you utter a word to the press or to your fans, and you'll wish you never met me."

A raised eyebrow. "Deal, then. You better go, if looks could kill you'd be long dead."

He was right, of course. The fangirls were still glaring at her, wondering who the hell the strange blue haired girl was, talking to their Ren. They had no idea that Pirika would have rather faced a hundred sharks then the person in front of her.

The moment he said the magic word, Pirika shot out of his territory, muttering profanities under her breath. Why did she have to be bossed around by a lunatic like him? An attention-seeking, egostical-

"Pirika?"

Tamao was looking at her worriedly again, obviously noticing the dark cloud above the ainu girl's head. It was quite a scary sight to see, as she was usually in a good happy-go-lucky mood whenever they were going to meet her brother. This time happened to be, however, an exception.

Instead of replying, she stomped to her seat, still muttering under her breath, and roughly sat down onto the plush seat. "Yes- I- am- OKAY!"

She really, really hated Ren Tao.

Yeah, I know it's not the best... I didn't proofread it much. o.o; Sorry. Anyway, for those of you who want fluff see my other story "Sweet Dreams". ) Hear my shameless advertising... hehe. Review if you like!