Crashed Chapter 4: Buttons, a fruits basket fanfic

The previous chapter was so short because I decided to break it into two chapters, as not to have one uber long entry. This one will introduce the rest of the members of Cursed. (You know, Kyo's band...) Sure, they don't play such a huge role in the story but I would like my character to be fully introduced and known. Especially since some of them will be playing a major part in the story later on.

As for the pairing of the story, who knows? More than likely it will be a Kyo/Tohru fic, as I'm often prone to, but you never know. Depends on what you, the readers, want. The only want to let me know what you crave is to click that little review button. It's not that hard, is it? And the more reviews I recieve, the more I'm motivated to update this story! Keep in mind, this story is a MUSICAL story so there will be music involved. I mean, eesh. If you have suggestions for songs, believe me, I'd LOVE to know them. 'Specially Girl/Boy duets or something to that effect.

On an even further note, my stories WILL be updated. I promise... This story just ... sticks to me, you know? I can't clear it out of my head.

ALSO! A HUGE thank-you goes to Shien for dealing with my spastic conversations. Also for giving me the song for Risa/Tohru! And a HUGE thank-you to Melting Snowflake. 3 And of course, the biggest thank you of all goes to the readers/fans/reviewers!

Travelling behind them was Kyo's band, Cursed. The boys along for the ride couldn't help but be envious of their lead singer and the bus he was on. Of course, it didn't seem that Kyo was too happy with arrangments, but any of the males on the Cursed bus would give an arm and leg for a chance to be with Risa in such closed quarters. (If only they were aware of the two on the bus' current activites.) One in paticular would be excited to be within that bus' metal confines, and was often plotting ways to do just that.

Clenched in his hand was a magazine, the very same one Siho had shown to his singer days before. It featured Risa on the front cover, posing and smiling as she so often did. That smile... It melted his heart and heated up his lower regions. The drummer heaved a sigh before relinquishing his grip on the magazine, anxious to see the real thing. Of course, he didn't have much longer to wait for the bus was quickly reaching it's destination. Idly, the drummer gazed about, curiously studying each of his bandmates.

The first one his gaze rested on was the bassist and back-up vocalist. He truly looked like he belonged in a rock band. The mohawk atop his head was colored a bright, canary yellow with the tips dipped in neon green. It was quite the sight when the lights on the stage dimmer. In his nose was a ring, a hoop dangling from his nostrils that reminded Siho of a bull or minotaur. The bassist was scrawny, tattoo'ed from head to toe. Literally. On the bald sides of his head were black roses, and on two out of his ten toes there was a yellow smiley face. They called him Kalan, but that was only because his real name was never revealed. Oddly enough, no one knew anything about the boy and nor did they really care-- he could rock out on the bass, and that's all that mattered.

The dulll gray eyes of the drummer then drifted towards the gutarist. He was nothing special, just an ordinary teenager who liked going out for a good time. He was pushing twently, and had quite a nasty chain-smoking habit. Being on the bus limited his smoking as the other members often complained of the smell emitting from the cancer stick. If one were on the bus, they'd swear it was a bunch of bickering siblings, but that's really what the band was; a family. Each played a role in the dysfunctional family, but nonetheless played a role.

A sigh came from the throat of the drummer as he scratched his bare chest. He lounged on the black couch that was attatched to the wall. Siho was becoming restless, as he often did when forced to travel for a hours in a bus. Once more he reached for the discarded magazine, opening it to the article featuring photo's of Risa and an interview discussing her up-and-coming tour. Siho had managed to recall every sentance and in his mind he could see the faces the adorable female would be making as she answered the queries from the reporter. Can we say obsessed?

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Risa snuggled closer, delving deeper into the warm embrace offered by her companion. Quietly she listened to him breathe, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. Wait-- HIS chest? Quickly she popped up, disentangling herself from the limbs of Kyo much to his dismay. Her actions caused him to quickly awaken him, and of course left him in a grumpy mood. He hated being woke up by anything, much less a scrambling female. Yawning, he stared at her beneath heavy lidded eyes as he attempted to arouse himself from the slumber he was enjoying moments before.

"I'm sorry!" Risa cried, the first words she uttered. Nervously, she chewed on her bottom lip, worried that she offended him in some way. Seconds later she was scolding herself for behaving so much like Tohru, and made a promise to act more like her alter-ego.

A curious brow quirked as the still half-asleep Kyo looked fowards. He simply nodded, resembling a bobbing head doll before he slid from the bed with silken grace. Risa gaped. Simply gaped. Meeting her gaze, Kyo stared back, confused as to what could cause the female's jaw to drop. And was that drool on the corner of her mouth? Coughing brought Risa's attention to his face, a startling blush creeping across her face.

"You're, ah... Your towel." Risa stuttered out, trying her damnest to meet his gaze.

Kyo finally realized what caused such a reaction. During their nap the knot that held his towel around his slim hips had come undone, and when he had stood it remained in heaped in the bed. The color of the Sohma male's eyes matched the color his face had become within seconds. Like a snake, his hand lurched foward and seized the towel which was quickly replaced around his hips to hide any more emberassing situations.

Mumbling an apology, Kyo moved from her space towards the bathroom to properly clothe himself. Risa was in complete and utter shock, the image of a naked Kyo burned into her retina. Everytime she blinked she saw it. Again and again it played in her mind, while she squealed inwardly. Finding a new confidence, Risa rose from her bed and went towards the front of the bus. It had come to a halt during their exchange which could only mean Sey would soon be making an apperance.

Sure enough, the blonde was opening the door and barging onto the vechile without a second's hesitation. She assumed she wouldn't be interrupting a thing, if only she had arrived a few moments before to witness a sight women all over the world would give their most valued possesions for.

"Speak of the devil," Grinned Risa as she watched her manager move towards her with a smile.

Sey winked, "You speak so fondly, Risa." A quick glance was shot towards the bathroom, Sey taking notice that Kyo wasn't present so he must be in there. "Loverboy getting ready for the show?"

Shrugging, Risa glanced towards the door before looking to Sey. "Don't know. Don't care. Shouldn't we be heading to wardrobe and make-up?"

The indiffrence in Risa's voice piqued the blonde's curiousty, but she knew better to tread on such thin ice in the presence of the male she wanted the dirt on. Giving a nod, Sey motioned towards the door. As both blondes, one natural and the other not so much, exited they called in unison, "Bye Kyo."

Kyo heard both of course, but waited until the door was firmly shut to say, "See ya later, Risa." Kyo was slowly becoming infatuated with his Princess, which was the idea... But why did it seem so odd? If only he knew...

Risa had always loved trying on the different outfits for the show. She changed clothes often during the night, ranging from skimpy to classy, from slutty to preppy, and amazingly enough she manged to pull it off within seconds. Tonight's starting outfit was scandolous and she loved it. All the while thoughts of Kyo danced in her head. Wait until he saw her outfit for tonight.

Sey wasn't so sure of it, however. Risa was a pop princess, and this outfit screamed for the attention of something beyond that. Shrugging, she waited outside the door as Risa changed into costume. It took a minute for her to get everything sorted out, but it was truly worth it. As Risa exited her changing room all eyes fell upon her. Sey's, the stagehands, passing band helpers. Every single one, no matter the sex, stop to gawk at the bewitching beauty.

Twirling on her three inch heels, Risa looked to her manager with a mischevious twinkle in her eyes. "You like?" The outfit consisted of a black mini-dress with slits to her hips. On her thighs were black-lace garters, clinging tightly to the muscles beneath and holding up the ebony stalkings. The top of the dress clung to her body, the neckline swooped low to reveal her humble assets and there were no sleeves, instead sheer slide-on's that would be removed and tossed to some lucky audience member.

"Damn girl." Sey whispered, admiring the female. "Damn."

Smirking, Risa moved towards the stage knowing full well everyone's attention was on her and those swaying hips. Each step revealed an expanse of thigh, hinting there was nothing under the dress, but who dared to test that theory? Sure, millions wanted to, but Risa only wanted one to try such, and the revelation shocked her. Damned if Kyo wasn't good. He had managed to make both Tohru and Risa fall for him. Damned if he wasn't good.

Cursed was finishing their last song, the final chord echoing throughout the stadium to a thunderous applause from the adoring audience. Panting, Kyo took it all in. Beads of his hard work perspired on his forehead, as he gazed outwards with a dazed smile on his face. This was heaven, his nirvana. Here everything was perfect... Here, in his own little world, Kyo had Risa in his arms. It took a hyped Siho to bump into him to remove him from his daze and send him off stage. Normally, Kyo would go directly to the bus as he would not be making another apperance on that stage tonight but something halted him; made him want to stay offstage and watch Risa peform. Kyo was not a fan of pop, but the show Risa put on made up for it.

Siho had stayed behind as well, a video camera in hand as he awaited the arrival. All around sounded the cries of the pop princess' name, and she was all too pleased to make her apperance. A gong struck echoing throughout the speakers soon followed by an arabic-pop beat. The pop goddess came from the center of the stage floor, shrouded in complete darkness as the beat continued to thump through the multi-million dollar sound system. Wearing a battery mic, the mic carefully taped to the underside of her dress, she spoke clear and crisp into the device, sound effects causing her voice to echo.

"This one," She started, dipping to balance on the heels of her shoes, "Is for all you guys who think you can play with fire and not get burned." A look was casted towards her right, a subtle glance. One in which Kyo would have sworn she winked at him!

The gong sounded once more, and the beat resumed from the beggining. This time, Risa was done with playing around and once the fourth measure sounded she was into her song.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

Typical
Hardly the type I fall for
I'm liking the physical
Don't leave me asking for more
I'm a sexy mama (Mama)
Who knows just how to get what I want and (Want and)
What I want to do is spring this on you (On you)
Back up all of the things that I told you (Told you)

You been saying all the right things all night long
But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off
Baby, can't you see?
How these clothes are fitting on me
And the heat coming from this beat
I'm about to blow
I don't think you know

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

You say you're a big boy
But I can't agree
'Cause the love you said you had
Ain't been put on me
I wonder
If I'm just too much for you
Wonder
If my kiss don't make you just
Wonder
What I got next for you
What you want to do? (Do)

Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours
I can see, just like most guys that your game don't please
Baby, can't you see?
How these clothes are fitting on me
And the heat coming from this beat
I'm about to blow
I don't think you know

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

Throughout the song Risa moved with confidence, seducing the crowd and causing them all to fall under her spell. It was obvious her stomach was earned by the hardwork she put into it. She could roll her hips easily, dip her stomach back and forth, and make any belly-dance green with envy. That petite body of her moved in time with the beat, lips slightly swollen as she occasionally bit down on them to keep from screaming in pure esctasy. Doing what she loved for a job was a mind-blowing experience. Doing what she loved while teasing the man she loved was absoluetly fucking priceless.

Risa was enthused by her peformace as was the crowd of people who paid fifty dollars a pop for a glimpse of the two musical sensations. Kyo was far from pleased. Each time she bent backwards, everytime some guy whistled in the night or shouted obsense suggestions he found himself clenching his teeth in anger. Fists were balled up at his side and the urge to run out there, grab her by the scruff of her neck and drag her off stage was unbearable. He was suffocating in jealously, all the while she acted oblvious to it all. Pissed, jealous and confused he stormed off, not caring for the rest of the show.

Those who waited witnessed one amazing show, some got it all on camera. And most importantly, filming everything done on that stage, was the one who obsessed with the girl. Another video for their growing collection that would be added to the shelf above the shrine, each intricately labeled, and ordered by the date. So far there was only two, but it would surely increase as the stalker was on tour with Risa...

An hour after the show, an exhausted and weary Risa was on her bus, dwelling merrily within the confines of the metal and relishing in the comfort and solace if offered. Out of habit she began tugging on that wig of hers, but quickly stopped that as she heard noises above her. It was like someone was on the roof. The cautious eyes of the popstarlet glanced about, searching for signs that a fan had somehow managed to gain acsess to the restricted area. When a loud 'bam'! sounded on the roof, Risa jumped and began looking around for Kyo.

"Kyo?" The blonde asked tenatively, hoping that her newfound roomate had managed to indulge in some acholoic beverages. A smile crossed her lips as she found herself thinking of the male, but it quickly vanished when she heard yet another sound from above her.

Risa was slowly getting pissed. Who the fuck did that person think they were? Who gave them rights to climb her bus and act like they owned the damn thing? Peeking her head out the window, she glared upwards in attempts to spot the perpatraitor.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you ass? Get off there or I'll call the police." This was why Tohru enjoyed being Risa. As Risa she could say what she felt as crudely as she wanted. It was expected, afterall, for the beauty to have a bad attitude.

"You'd kick me off our bus?" Drawled the male above her, instantly causing Risa to regret her words. "Such a terrible hostess."

Wincing, Risa called back. "Sorry, Kyo. I didn't realize you were up there... Come down, will you? We'll be moving along soon and I don't think one could travel atop the roof." A giggle fell from her lips as she tried to imagine such things.

Scrambling off the roof Kyo was boarding the bus within moments of Risa's request. A smug grin was on her shiny pink-glossed lips as she watched Kyo move towards her. "Enjoy the show?" Innocence and mocking was her tone, she was going to toy with him for a little bit.

Growling a response, Kyo moved stiffly towards her. "No."

"No?" She shot back, voice falling dangerously low.

"No. What were you thinking wearing that outfit on stage? And that dancing! And what was with that song?" Kyo's voice was steadily rising as he eyed the tiny frame of the petite female.

"I was thinking you'd finally notice me, you prick. I was trying to grab your goddamn attention! I like you, I don't know why and I barely know you, but I'm drawn to you!" Her tiny chest was rising up and down rapidly as she struggled to remain calm and control that temper of hers. "Forgive me if I couldn't do it subtly, because I don't know--"

Her words were silenced. Everything was silenced. Even time. Kyo's lips captured hers and the words escaping her throat fell on deaf ears. Gently they kissed, softly exploring what the other had to offer before the need to breathe caused them to part.

"Idiot," Kyo murmured, though no one could say for certain if the sentiment was for himself or the starlet.

A soft smile took residence on her delicate features as she gazed adoringly up at Kyo, the first bits of Tohru shining through her Risa facade, thankfully it went unkown to the rocker. Opening her mouth to speak, a yawn came from her lips instead of words. Pity was immediately taken on her, as Kyo came to terms with his own body and the tiring sensation he felt.

"I'm going to bed," Risa said finally, turning on her bare foot towards the back of the bus where her bad took up space. Kyo followed in her wake, waiting until the female was in bed to tuck her covers firmly around her. A gentle kiss was pressed to her forehead before he stood to leave, only to be paused by a, "Kyo?"

Stifling a yawn, Kyo looked down at her. "Nn?"

"Stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?" And of course, the rocker was all to happy to oblige the wishes of his princess.

"As my Princess so commands." Chuckled Kyo, scooting her over somewhat to make room on the bed. There would have been plenty of room for the both of them had the bed not been littered in dozens of stuffed animals. One caught his eye, an orange cat strewn across the pillow next to her. However it was pushed to the back of his thoughts as Risa's tiny head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder as if it were meant to there. Togther they fit seamlessly, a perfect match.

"Goodnight Kyo." Mumbled a sleepy Risa.

"Goodnight Tohru." Came the tired reply.

Immediately Risa jumped, what the hell did he just call her? Did he know!

OOxxOOxxOO

Curses came from the thin lips revealed under the clock of the olive-green hood. Miles away from their sanctuary, the being wasn't too pleased. The tape of tonight's concert needed to be added to the shrine! It needed to have a place as all things did. Settling down, the figure groped for a nearby newspaper. Inside was a detailed article containing new information on the world's favorite pop star.

Scissors were taken from a drawer and all was quiet aside from the snipping of the article. Once the picture and the words going with the story was removed from the paper, the rest was discared and the article and photo placed inside a manilla envelope. Retrieving the camera they used to film tonight's show, they replayed the first act when something caught their eye.

At the start of Risa's first song, she had glanced offstage. Quickly the delved into thier thoughts trying to place who was there at the time and the answer was obvious; Kyo. Question was, why did she glance over there? And did she wink at him? Slowing the film, the obsesser saw she did indeed wink at the male standing offstage but a soft smile crossed her features as she turned away, a smile full of adoration and comfort.

Immediately, the person rose to fury. Who the fuck did Kyo Sohma think he was to come around and seduce Risa? Did he really think he stood a chance? Soon they calmed as they came to the most blatant conclusion. To keep Risa from smiling at him like that, they had to do one simple task:

Get.

Rid.

Of.

Him.

No threatening letters about yet another cliffhanger, alright? And have you guessed who the stalker is yet? Isn't is so very obvious? Only one of you, aside from me, knows the answer. It's going to take a lot more reading to figure this one out. Did I mention I like torturing people? And mysteries? Anyhow, this story will soon be picking up. Risa's stalker will make his/her move, which could be terrible for my poor kitty. The curse will be explained in future chapters... And there WILL be fluff and tears. Oh, yes.

By the way, you got to love my effectivness... TWO chapters in one night. Damn, I'm good. Show that you care by dropping me a review, alright?