A/N:
This story was going nowhere, but I didn't want to delete it…
…So I just put it to an end.
Yuki sighed as he walked off the stage and into the staff room with Hiro. That had been Yuki's third news report and already, all the Sohma's and Tohru were hiding behind things in the staff room so they could jump out and kill him.
"Anyway Hiro, I've been thinking about giving up this whole, 'show biz' thing. It's just not working for me. I hope you have fun with the force though,"
"Oh, so you're not gonna do TV anymore?" Came a few questioning voices from the TV, the fridge and the couch. Yuki rolled his eyes.
"No, it's just so… hard,"
There was a few whispers of approval before everyone came out from their hiding places. There were nods and smiles all round before Akito came out and shook Yuki's hand.
"Okay then, we've got no beef with you. Everyone, lets file outta here!"
Which was very OOC for Akito to say, but who cares. Too early in the morning to bother with characterizations.
Yuki stared as Hiro walked off with the strange group of people which he didn't really like to call his family. Who would?
"Yuki?" Came a voice from behind him. It was his manager. "I'm sorry boy, you're real good and all, but we're gonna have to cut you… off air"
"WOOHOO!" Yuki exclaimed. "You just saved me saying 'I quit', thankyou!"
Yuki giggled before walked off.
What a… strange day.
A/N:
WTF.
I expect flames for this.
I feel like crap.
