Since so many of you reviewed i decided to update chapter four right away! Although, that means chapter five isn't finished and it'll take me a while to update that, since now i am having a little bit of writer's block. But i have some other stories you might want to look at! I'm going to updating my FMA fanfic and my Advent Children fanfic as soon as possible! Oh! And i'm SSOOOOOO sorry for using the word "smirk" so often. I don't know why i like that word so much. That and "scowl"! Those are the two words i use a lot! I'll try to use other words. Anyway! Here's chapter four!
Chapter Four
"Are you sure about doing this, Shuichi?" asked Hideki the next day. It was noon and Hideki had decided to take Shuichi out for lunch before his model's first day with the band. Like always, Shuichi ordered a Light Chicken Salad with some hot green tea while Hideki had himself a BBQ Sandwich with French fries and a coke.
Shuichi picked at his salad, not feeling particularly hungry that day. He smiled dully at Hideki as he answered, "I'm sure, Hideki."
Hideki sighed. "I'm just worried about what's going to happen when you embarrass yourself out on stage. And what if this entire thing fails? What will you do then?"
Shuichi just smiled. "Well, the contract is only for a year, just in case things don't go well. If I'm really good they'll extend it. And if this does fail, I'm still a model. It's not like I'm not going to be at work anymore, Hideki. I'll just be busy in the afternoons."
"And don't forget on the weekends and during breaks and at nights- Shuichi, you're not going to be able to do this. Even in my young years I would never imagine doing two careers at the same time. You'll lose energy."
Shuichi stood up as he laid down some money, his salad was barely eaten. "Never say never, Hideki!" He smiled brightly and waved before he left.
Hideki scowled. "We'll just see, Shindou."
Shuichi entered the building right at two. In the lobby he saw a red head with a guitar case, a green haired boy who was tapping his foot impatiently, and a blonde foreigner who was currently cleaning his gun. Shuichi sweat dropped. Is this my band?
Taking a deep breath, Shuichi walked towards the group. They immediately turned his way, there faces a mix of interest, anger, and… was that an evil smirk on the blonde's? Shuichi blushed as he smiled nervously. "Hello, I'm Shindou Shuichi! I'm sorry if I'm a little late. My clock must be slow."
"It's exactly five minutes slow," fumed the green haired boy as he scowled.
Shuichi chuckled nervously. "Sorry. I'll be sure to change that when I get home."
The red head dropped his guitar case onto the glossy floor as he held out his hand, saying, "I'm Nakano Hiroshi, but you can call me Hiro! It's good to finally meet you!"
Shuichi beamed as he shook hands with Hiro. "You can call me Shuichi!"
"I'm K, only K, and call my K, unless you want to call me Almighty God, then that's okay too," said the blonde foreigner as he directed his gun at Shuichi. "I'll be your manager. I'm sure you already realize Hiro will be your guitar player and Fujisaki Suguru, who thinks he's better than everyone else because he's Seguchi's cousin, will be your keyboardist. Now MOVE OUT!"
Shuichi jumped and hid behind Hiro, who merely chuckled in response. "Don't worry," said the red head. "He won't kill you. Maybe a few flesh wounds, though…" Shuichi nodded, yet it did little to calm his racing heart.
'K' led the way up the stairs towards the studio, followed by a scowling Fujisaki, an excited Hiro, and a trembling Shuichi. When they finally reached the studio K began directing orders, Hiro tuned his guitar, Fujisaki turned on his keyboard, and Shuichi stood there not knowing what to do.
"Alright," began K, "Shuichi, we have a very tight schedule and all the time you can offer is appreciated. Fujisaki and Hiro have already created some pretty good tunes; we just need you to write lyrics to them. For now, listen to Hiro and Fujisaki play, we'll be taping them. I want one song that Iapprove of before we head home."
Shuichi nodded brusquely. God, what have I gotten myself into…?
"So what have you come up with?" asked K as he took Shuichi's finished lyrics away and began reading them.
Shuichi fidgeted with his fingers as he blushed. "It's really just gibberish," Shuichi said quickly, feeling a little embarrassed for what he had just written. I absolutely suck at writing. I need some sort of inspiration!
"No. It's catchy," said K as he set the sheet back down, "I like it. If you can, write more at home. We need to release a record before we set up concert dates."
"Yeah, concerts are when we make the big bucks!" shouted Hiro as he punched the air with a fist.
"Yeah, but the more records we sell, the more concerts we play at," Fujisaki pointed out as he crossed his arms.
K nodded at the two and then turned to Shuichi. "But in your next lyrics, have a theme. These are good, but if they're all like this the fans will get bored. It's best to have a variety."
Shuichi nodded.
"I'll see you tomorrow Shindou. If you can start any earlier than two, that'll be most appreciated."
Shuichi opened the door and trudged in. Throwing his trench coat onto a couch nearby, he made his way towards the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the counter. His wet hair hung in his face as he checked his caller ID, hands pale from the cold. Ten messages… It's all Hideki again. Shuichi quickly pressed play and leaned against the counter casually, dark circles obvious now as his head leaned back lazily.
"Hi Shuichi! It's Hideki! I wanted to call to inform you that I scheduled the walk off for this Saturday. Call me back if you have any issues with that! Bu-Bye!" Beep!
"Hey Shuichi! Guess who? I just saw this puppy in the pet store and it reminded me sooooo much of you! So cute… anyway, maybe we can check it out sometime together?" Beep!
"Shuichi, I just figured out that I'm not a Virgo! I'm a Leo! Ain't that just bizarre? Anyway, just thought you'd like to know." Beep!
"Hey Shuichi! Wanna go out for dinner tonight?" Beep!
"Oh! I just remembered you don't get off until late tonight! Too bad… Call me back!" Beep!
"Hey Shuichi, I was just reading this magazine… do you think that Nana Misa is a threat?" Beep!
"Shuichi! You need to quit! I miss you!" Beep!
"Hi Shuichi! It's Hideki again! What time are you going to be off work? I thought it was going to be eight, but you're not back yet, so I guess not! Call me when you get home. See-ya!" Beep!
"Shuichi! If you're going to be home this late for now on I demand you quit now! This is no way they should treat someone as professional as you! Keeping you out so late. Bah! If you're not back before midnight I'm go-"Beep!
"I'm going to march over to NG Studios and teach that Tohma a lesson he'll never forget! Call me when you get home! I'm getting worried." Beep!
"There are no more messages," the answering machine said.
Shuichi sighed. It's only nine! Does he think my bedtime is 8:30? Better call him back before he does something reckless. The phone rings just when he reaches for it. Shuichi turned toward the caller ID and sighed when he saw who it was.
Picking up the phone Shuichi answers dully, "Yes, Hideki?"
"Shuichi!" a worried voice shouted through the phone. "You were supposed to call me back!"
Shuichi closed his eyes as a hand came up to rub one of his temples. "I just got back."
"What time do they let you off?"
"Eight, but I stayed behind to work on some lyrics. I have the cassettes on me. I need to finish the lyrics for Monday."
"That only leaves you three days! Do you want me to-"
"No!" Shuichi shouted harshly, his eyes snapping open. He sighed quickly, trying to calm himself. "No it's fine. I can handle it. Is there anything else you need?"
"No. I'll see you at work tomorrow."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye…"
Shuichi quickly hung up and slammed the phone down. Taking in some deep gasps, he braced himself against the counter; sweat pouring from his forehead, the apple in his hand fell to the floor. You didn't eat much today… His stomach gurgled in response and Shuichi slammed his head down on the table. Remember! Self control… not like last time. Shuichi looked towards the apple on the floor. Apple… healthy. Eat the apple… no… come on, you don't want it to be like last time… what if I do… what if I do? No! Hideki will be ma- Screw Hideki! I need real food… good food… FOOD!
Shuichi yelled suddenly as he opened all of his cabinets, digging through, trying to find something hidden all the way in the back. He threw out the salt, pepper, food coloring, potatoes, crackers, and anything else that was in his way. Finally Shuichi found what he was looking for. He smiled, his eyes filled with bright sparkles as he snatched the item. "Strawberry Pokey!"
Shuichi ripped open the box and started shoving the tasty sticks into his mouth, licking his fingers. When the box was gone he grabbed some chocolate icing from the refrigerator and started eating that with strawberries and peanut butter. A bag of cookies was hidden underneath the couch, which he quickly grabbed. Ice cream in the garage, cookie dough in his sock drawer, apple pie in the bathroom, Oreo cookies in the cushions, potato chips in the laundry basket, and gummy bears in the closet!
Shuichi, crouching on the kitchen floor, crammed every crumb of junk food into his mouth, swallowing it down with a jug of milk. He moaned as he ate, licking the chocolate and salt off of his fingers. Whip cream and chocolate poured into his mouth, some of the chocolate getting on his face and neck. Shuichi closed his eyes as he stuck an Oreo cookie covered in peanut butter into his mouth. It's so good… so good…
Shuichi threw up, tears streaking his cheeks. Told you! You should have more self control. If you get fat you can't be a model! You better not let Hideki find out! Shuichi shook his head frantically. His eyes were wide, sweat rolling off of his body into little pools on the floor. Your parents were right. You really are worthless. He nodded as he stuck his finger into his mouth again, throwing up as he sobbed. Yes, I am worthless… I can't do anything right. I hurt myself… and I hurt Hideki. Blood ran down the length of his arms, smearing onto the bathroom floor.
No more… "I think that's all I had," he muttered as he sat up slowly. No! Shuichi grabbed at his ears as the voice pierced through his mind, groaning pathetically. You're not trying hard enough. Look at yourself! You're such a fatso! There's more of that vile fat inside of you! Can't you feel it? Inside of us… Shuichi nodded hesitantly, sticking his finger into his mouth. I really am worthless…
Okay! I'm going to let you in on a little secret! Well... maybe it's not a secret... Oh well! Anyway, i was originally planning making Hideki be a good guy, like Shuichi's best friend or something like that. But then, where would the plot be?
The more you review the quicker i'll update!- teehee