The World an Idol Only Knows
Flag 2.6: The Grandest Stage of Them All
Disclaimer: This is a fan-base story. All scenes are a work of fiction and are no means based on real events or people and are likewise pure coincidental. The World God Only Knows is owned by Wakaki Tamiki, please support the official release.
I find it strange…
A few days ago, I wouldn't have imagined performing in this giant dome…
Everything went by so fast that I am barely catching up.
I couldn't breathe, I barely speak, and the times when I couldn't eat or sleep drifted by like grains of sand blown by the wind.
The path towards stardom allowed me to experience new things, meet with a lot of people and establish a new legacy for myself. But it also gave me burdens.
"I wish you are here with me… Lime… Yuri…"
My concert is being held here in Tokyo Dome, a place which mirrored Narusawa Seaside Hall but only bigger. I'll be the one performing on this stage, like so many had before me. It was considered a privilege and a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'll be singing in front of thousands of fans and somehow… this twists my stomach into knots.
This finally means that everyone knows who I am. That I am no longer forgotten, or a shadow that just blends into the background. I've taken this huge step in my life… in my career.. and yet…
"Why do I feel so alone?"
What was this feeling in my chest?
Why am I constantly reminding myself how I got here?
...
Am I not an Idol?
.
.
.
Yes, I am.
.
.
.
Yet, I feel that I haven't accomplished anything…
Though I know that not a lot of people make it into this industry… showbiz… but, there are always people out there with talent… raw talent…
But talent isn't the only trait needed to become an idol; you also needed charisma or likeability towards the social public.
This is probably the reason why I was chosen to step up… and what our leader lacked at the time.
Our fans, they don't know what we do outside of our performances, that we are more than a group of aspiring idols who wanted to get promoted. The truth is that all three of us treat each other like sisters. Probably more than those who related us by blood or by the times we shared with others…
As we love each other dearly… we try not to hide anything. Whether it is problems outside the stage, feelings that leaves us worrying… doubting… even panicking over, or simply walking towards our dreams… our common goal.
The three of us, not too long ago, promised that one day, we will perform in front of a lot of fans at Narusawa Seaside Hall. It was a place full of hope, dreams, life… it meant so much to us.
However, I stand here all alone. The irony, it didn't matter what we thought or who should promote us. The fans only focused on one girl… the one who shined the most…
"What do they think of me now?"
I am an idol. I am Kanon.
But what makes Kanon an idol?
"Ne," I called out to the boy beside me who was intently staring at his portable handheld game. "Katsuragi-kun."
It was silent for a moment until the boy raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
"What do you think of me?" I asked curiously as the boy momentarily stops playing his games for a moment.
"What made you ask?" For a brief moment, our eyes met. It feels strange. Though Keima is nothing more than a nerd who likes playing games, his gaze often feels like it can see through me.
Keima is a great mystery to me, despite the colorful world that he plays in and the girls he shamelessly declares to love more than the real. Yet, he is the same age as me… and my classmate.
Originally, I wanted to make him into one of my fans. He poured salt on so many of my old wounds that I wouldn't forgive myself unless I made him into one of my fans. However, for the past few days, I became curios on who Keima is. His life, the things he did, and the things he likes. Every time, I would often see his brow twitch in annoyance before saving his game and turning to me. Other times, he would continue to play and talk to me at the same time. At the start, I dismissed him as nothing but a gross otaku. But now, I see him more as normal teenage boy.
He didn't just play his games, he loved his games. He gave everything he had in every game with every girl. He takes his time, memorizing and taking the best action with a smile of confidence in each girl he successfully won over with love.
In those eyes, is a happy man satisfied with life? He ignores anything that annoys him and yet lends his time whenever he can.
Granted, for the past few weeks, we had a shaky relationship. From time to time, I would often catch him flinching when I feel angry towards him. But that was just how he responds towards my aggression. This boy has truly been beside me for much longer than my parents or my manager, who thinks of me as an equal… as a human being.
"I just remember an old goal I had," Keima nods and resumes playing his games.
"If you have finally fulfilled it then congrats," He said halfheartedly while staring at the gaming screen.
I giggled a little, his attitude always reminds me of the times when I was a child. I didn't think much about life back then… but little did I know that it would strip me away of my innocence.
I now know the responsibilities that came with being a teen idol. It wasn't an easy endeavor but I persevered.
"Should I tell him?" I wondered to myself as I relived what happened in the past.
Maijima City… years ago…
I remembered how it all started… we were just freshly out of middle school for that year. I was leaving behind bitter memories of the days where everyone forgets about me, to include me in their lives.
During this time, I met Lime and Yuri. They were my closest friends and would often invite me to hang out with them or often talk over the phone. They are the reason why I could bear with the fact that I feel practically invisible to everyone else.
Lime was an aspiring girl who wanted to become an active teenage idol for Maijima City. Yuri is actually leaning more towards studying and getting to a University she had her eyes on for a long time. I, on the other hand, got dragged along cause they worry about me.
I didn't really complain. I like how Lime and Yuri get me to come along with their plans and ideas. I liked how the three of us would achieve the greatest of things by just being together.
Our first live debut had us wearing winter garb while performing on stage. Of course, Lime was the center of attention while Yuri and I are her supporting members.
The three of us practiced after school, often at the Karaoke booths or even on someone's house. It didn't matter where we go, we would always find a way to practice and get noticed by sponsors.
However, the three of us could barely make it through. The world of Idols was a completely different experience than the time in middle school. Those who worked hard and performed better hopelessly outshined us.
By this time, things weren't bright but we kept the dream alive.
That's when I decided to step up and change my image. Normally, I would perform with my glasses on but, as my friends pointed out, they were getting in the way of my face which troubled fans because they couldn't see me.
So, I took it off.
From there, things became a lot different. First, we suddenly became popular. News of a trio of idol girls became widespread not only in Maijima but also a small number of fans in Narusawa.
We suddenly had offers from companies who wanted to represent us and boost us in our careers. It was the greatest hit we were hoping for; it was everything that we wanted to achieve.
But everything changed when the sponsors decided to make me the center of our group. It was a shock; truly, it still sends a chill down my spine when I am reminded of the event. The management wanted me to lead our group up in the idol industry. At first, I was happy that they put so much faith in my skills. Then, I remembered that I was doing this for Lime, our leader, the one who dreamed of becoming a top idol.
Initially, I wanted to refuse but Lime… she stopped me. She told me how it was fine that I should take the spotlight and lead them to the top. I remembered that I was trembling when her hand touched my shoulder. The responsibility was too great for me but Yuri touched the other side of my shoulder and smiled.
"We will be with you all the way," She said that with such a reassuring voice that I stopped trembling.
I turned my gaze to the management and with a bit of hesitance I agreed with their terms.
During our Junior High years, we spend our time rehearsing or practicing. We barely had time to study but Yuri somehow manages to balance her schedule to do so.
Lime, however, was pushing herself. Sometimes, it would go too far and she would collapse from exhaustion. Other times, she would barely be attentive on meetings or when we rehearse.
I didn't know what to do at this point. I barely have any experience on how I should help out Lime so I turned to Yuri for advice. Yuri, by this point, has become academically inclined than the two of us. It was an achievement we were proud for her.
"Lime, she feels that she is weighing you down, Kanon-chan." Yuri honestly said after a day of practice. Lime was away refreshing herself while the two of us waited outside as per our usual routine before going home.
"Why? Why would she push herself to get better? I think that she is doing fine as of before." I said with a hint of worry. Yuri looked upset as well but never said anything about it.
"Kanon-chan, it was her dream that we are trying to accomplish. What do you think she feels when you suddenly took that dream away from her?" Her words stung but it was the truth. I- we did this for Lime, for her goal of becoming Maijima City's Top Idol.
And I took that away from her.
"Kanon," I look up and saw a side of Yuri I haven't seen before. She wore a serious look that expels all of my brooding feelings. "You shouldn't feel down about this. It couldn't be helped that you became more popular than me and Lime."
She was right, but I couldn't help feel that I wronged her. That she was pushing herself because of me.
"Then, what should I do? I feel that she is slowly losing herself, Yuri! What should I-" I was cut off mid-sentence as the door behind us opened and out came our leader, Lime.
"Sorry for the wait! I hope I didn't make you guys annoyed by waiting for me." Lime changed out of her normal uniform for the one she normally takes before going home. She caught me in the middle of what looked like an argument between me and Yuri.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked a bit worried. I unconsciously let go the grip I held on my hands as I turned to her sadly. Yuri, on the other hand, smiled.
"No, there is nothing wrong, Lime." She turned to me as she added, "Just that someone was starting to get worried about you."
Lime turned her gaze from Yuri to me. I refused to make eye contact as I looked to the side. I didn't notice when she moved but Lime was suddenly in front of me, holding onto both of my shoulders.
"Lime…" I said weakly as my gaze turned to her eyes. I can barely notice the bags under them and the way they almost seemed out of focus caught my attention. But I never brought it up.
"Kanon-chan, listen to me, I am trying to catch up to you." The words barely registered to me once she let me go. I just stood their nonplussed.
"Lime…" I barely heard myself speak those words… her name. Before me was no longer the bright and positive outlook of our leader. She was now a different person, someone who is struggling with and against herself.
"Just like me…" The thought passed by unsaid.
"Don't worry, I promise to catch up to you!" She raised her arm up and raised her thumb. "You can count on it!"
For a brief moment, I felt glad. Yuri smiled, after a while of silence. Lime smiled too and the three of us went home.
The rest of the months passed by like days, in this time Lime had significantly improved like she promised. Yuri took the time to tutor us on our lessons when it was time to take exams.
Everything was going smoothly for the three of us. It felt like our bond became stronger.
However, the same cannot be said for our fandom. Our fans, at first they wanted all of us to perform. Each of us had a part to play, a script to follow. But as the numbers increased, so did their individual interest.
When it was time to make a poll, the results shocked not only us but also the company.
"This is becoming a serious issue," This was pretty much the gist of things. If Keima was there at that time, he would probably sarcastically point out how annoying it was. And he would be right.
Because of Lime's efforts, she became popular in her own right. She was nearly reaching my level of popularity. Yuri, on the other hand, had very few support from fans but she was satisfied with the result.
But, the reason this is becoming an issue is because of the fans. They were no longer our fans; they were either Kanon or Lime's fans. Not Citron's fans. The company actually became increasingly worried of what might happen. Or what the public will think of having Kanon continue being the lead idol while Lime was a shining star of her own right.
For the longest time, the three of us were worried. For what the future would bring. We continued to rehearse but the needs of the fans became public. There was even a fight on one occasion that we had to subdue with the police.
The stress of the needs of our fans became too much. Too much for the company to handle… that they were forced to separate us.
"I am sorry girls, but I believe it is time that all three of you separate. Now." The company head, who was supportive of our dreams, finally decided.
"I know what you are all thinking but believe me when I say that it pains me to do this. If only the fans weren't so violent with their love for you then we could go on. But, the fans know what they want and if we do anything that they would dislike then it will come back harming your popularity." The way he said it was purely with sorrow. He watched us practice through the years and knew of our progress and struggles personally. We would never have asked for a better sponsor than them.
"We made a few contacts. Lime-chan, you will be moved to Narusawa where most of your fans reside. We know a person there who jumped at the opportunity to sponsor you so we know you are in capable hands." Lime looked overjoyed but we knew that she was taking the compliment with a grain of salt. All of us knew her dream and now she can never fulfill it.
"Yuri-chan, you can stay here with us if you like. There aren't a lot of people who wanted to take you on and try as we might but no one else accepted our offer. Do you still wish to continue your career as an idol?"
Yuri had a satisfied smile on her face. She closed her eyes for a moment before finally making her decision.
"No," She said with absolute certainty. "I think it is finally time I retire. I made a promise to both Lime and Kanon-chan a long time ago. And now that I have fulfilled it, partially, I think it is time to chase my own dreams."
The rest of us smiled as we accepted her decision. Not a lot of people know this but Yuri is our strong support who brightens the darkest of our days. Who brings a smile to anyone who feels down and gives the right amount of seriousness to those around her.
"Kanon-chan, we contacted a couple of our contacts and found a company working in both Narusawa and Maijima. They also have a talented young manager who is willing to work with you twenty-four seven." The look on his eyes was a tired one, like he spent a good amount of time looking for a sponsor who will help me.
"Thank you, manager. Thank you for always supporting me, Lime, and Yuri." I said with tears on my eyes.
The very next day, it was announced that Citron was disbanded. Lime moved to Narusawa where she is stationed to become an idol. Yuri retired and moved on with her life at school. She transferred to a different school after Junior High; she said that it was to help her reach Tokyo University.
Meanwhile, I stood where I am now, a promising young idol who won the newcomers award. I reached the dream of being recognized by everyone. The dream of reaching the top.
But it was never mine in the first place. It wasn't the dream I wanted to follow. I-I just wanted somebody to notice me. This wasn't what I had in mind when I first joined but here I was performing in the grandest stage of them all.
The present…
Things were getting set for the big performance later this evening. Everyone was working hard, making sure that the stage was just right that even Keima was forced to lend a hand.
I was in the dressing room, browsing the many clothes that I will have to wear later. I can just imagine the audience in front of me. As I wear the dresses during different songs. It was unfortunate that I couldn't finish the song that I planned to sing for the opening act. I guess I'll have to work on it more after this.
"Whew," Keima came in barely holding his breath. He looked completely rugged on his new clothes. I turned and thanked him for all the hard work he did.
"Is that- your usual response- in this situation?" I couldn't tell if he was annoyed as he spoke between heavy breaths. I tried to give him a hand but he raised his own to stop me.
"I'm fine," He said with a bitter smile on his face. But the look of hidden satisfaction was evident in his eyes, "How are things in your end?"
I gave a playful smile as I moved slightly to reveal the wardrobe prepared for my live show later. He took a few moments to stare at them all while giving a frown.
"Are these the clothes you'll be wearing?" I gave a nod as Keima searched around the room.
"I don't like them," He said plainly as he opened a few empty trunks before looking through some of clothes in the closet.
"Why? I think that the clothes are just fine." I pointed out as I honestly think that each of the clothes fits the theme of each song I will play.
"Yes, but they don't fit the theme of the tour." That actually caught me off guard. What did he mean by theme of the tour?
"Here, put these on. I'll turn around while you change." He said as he turned. I don't really understand the thought process that Keima has but I think humoring him will do no harm.
I changed into the clothes he gave me and noticed that sleeves were loose on each hand. I also noticed that my skirt was kind of short but not in a way that would cause me some trouble.
"I'm done!" I said as Keima turned around and inspected me from every angle.
Ba-thump
For some reason, the way he is discerning me with his eyes caused me to become self-conscious.
Ba-thump
Now that I think about it, this is the first time that I wore something that Keima recommended. Is this… what he likes?
Ba-thump
Did I do my hair right? Do I smell funny? I haven't put any make up on yet so I may not look pretty. Why is it suddenly becoming hotter in here?
"It suits you,"
It took me a moment to realize that Keima complimented which brought me out of my thoughts. I look back up and saw him looking through some of the accessories.
"But I think something is missing with your look," He said while searching through the pile. "Will this do?"
I couldn't see what he was holding since his back is turned against me but I took a few steps closer to look before he suddenly turned which made me jump.
"Here, wear these." Keima handed me a small golden tiara and… a rather large pink ribbon.
I looked at the items he gave to me, how the two differ from each other even though they serve the same purpose. I looked at the tiara; it had three points with two emerald gems on each end. I blinked at that, why was such an expensive tiara among the accessories?
I then turned to the large pink ribbon. It was a bit bigger than the one I use to tie my hair but noticed the length of the string was much longer. I turned to Keima and raised the ribbon with my hand.
"That is supposed to go around your waist; it will serve as a makeshift cardigan. Go ahead and wear them."
For once I saw Keima gave me a genuine smile. I slightly blushed at that but shook my head. Keima doesn't see me as anything more than a classmate… and a friend.
"Alright," I said with a slightly forced smile. I don't want him to see me frowning. I don't want him to see me sad.
"…" He was silent for a moment as he just stared as I put on the tiara. I noticed that it will probably fall off if I moved my head too much so I moved it in-between the sections of my hair.
The ribbon was a bit trickier. Sometimes it was too lose and other times it made the ribbon look crooked.
"Here, let me help," Before I could turn to Keima and decline he was already holding my waist. This made me involuntary yelp because of the action.
"You okay?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Sweat slightly formed under my brow as I shook my head.
"Y-Yes, just a bit surprised." Keima nodded and proceeded to work on the ribbon. The whole time, I couldn't help but blush whenever his hand brushed my hips.
It took about five minutes before he was done. He gave me a meaningful look as he did a once over.
"You should look at yourself at the mirror. You'll be surprised," He said as he moved away from the mirror. What I saw took me by surprise.
The white cream top that has long loose sleeves, which nearly surpasses the length of my hands, with pink cuffs at the end and a pink collar around my neck matched with the pink skirt that showed my front thighs but reach all the way on the back of my legs. As I moved, I noticed that the skirt would sway in a way that caught my attention to my legs. The large pink ribbon's cotton fiber complimented not only the layout of my clothes but also acted as my makeshift cardigan which was actually quite cute. But what probably caught my eye was the tiara place upon my head, it hang closely along my ahoge and though it was small its presence was huge.
The way I looked… I felt like I was mix between a shrine maiden and an idol. It felt like I was something much more.
"What do you think?" Keima said with a knowing smirk which lasted for only a second. The way he fixed his glasses reminded me so much of my manager.
"I-It's great!" I said honestly and with a genuine smile on my face. "I love it!" I added cheerfully.
"Good," He then turned around. "You will only wear this outfit for the concert."
I turned to him with surprise. Did he honestly expect me to only wear this outfit? True that it is probably the greatest one I had worn in a while but still it wasn't his choice. What would my manager think?
"Keima-kun, I don't think we should do this. I mean, the staff chose these clothes for me and we already have a schedule planned-"
He cut me off before I could continue.
"I don't think it would be a problem," He gave me that knowing cocky look of his that he only has whenever he reached a desired outcome on one of his games. "Isn't that right, manager-san?"
I looked at him confused before I heard the door open behind me. I turned around and found my manager, Okada, go in with a smile that I only see her use during one of my scheduled meetings.
"Ara, Katsuragi-kun, I had you peg for a boy who only works for so little." The way she talked nearly sent a shiver down my spine. The last time I saw her like this, it was during one of my assigned meetings out of town and we had a delay due to traffic.
I still remember the dangerous glint of her glasses when the director of the shoot got mad at me. She didn't show this last time during our drive because she needed to focus on the road.
"I do," Keima said uninterested with the topic. "But you are paying me in games so I will do my end of things the best I can."
Okada raised an eyebrow though her smile never faltered. "And this involves going around the stage doing your own thing and then return here with an idea of your own?"
Keima and Okada shared a rather long stare down. It felt like electricity was forming by just their gaze alone. I didn't know what to do and the silence was almost bone chilling.
But Keima gave a smirk, the kind he reserved for when an unexpected challenge or bug presented itself in the game. He had that all-knowing look on his face that dares to take anything on.
"I never leave a game… incomplete, Manager-san." His gaze turned to mine briefly before turning back to Okada. "And if my job involves me lending a hand then I shall."
Okada was silent which only let Keima continue, "But you have to admit, that what she is wearing now pales in comparison to the other dresses you have planned for her to wear."
I blinked at that, I did think that the combination of clothes seemed weird or don't match my style but for him to actually notice. And here I thought he was busy playing his games all of the time.
Keima's brow twitched slightly, "Why do I feel that someone here is looking down on me?"
I guiltily look to the side as he put a hand to his chin. Okada smiled something which surprised me since I rarely saw her give a smile.
"Alright, Katsuragi-kun," Her gaze turned to me as she eyed my clothes. "We will… allow her to use these clothes during the concert."
Even though it looked like Keima won their silent argument, he didn't smile. "But?"
"But, if things turned out to become a failure… then I will have your head. You'll be axed for this and it will affect you heavily once you decide to look for another job."
I turned to Keima and noticed his look of disinterest despite the fact that Okada was basically threatening him of making his future employment very difficult.
"Heh, I don't really care about that." He then walked pass her and came closer to me.
"Keima-kun," I whispered to myself as Keima place his hands on my shoulders.
"Fake Idol- I mean, Kanon…" I gave him a look before he gave a sigh. "Kanon-chan, do your best out there. I- I mean, we've prepared everything for your concert. All you have to do is show your pretty face, sing, and give the fans a good time."
He then patted my shoulder before walking out. "I'll be watching your performance this time. After all, my games are riding on your success!"
If I didn't know any better, I would believe that Keima was being tsundere. It actually caught me off guard and made me blush deeply that my heart was still aflutter.
"Kanon-chan," I turned to my smiling manager, she had a look of defeat as she pats my back. "I look forward to your performance today. Give them a great time out there."
And with that she leaves me alone in my dressing room. I can still feel my heartbeat fast as I try to calm myself.
In times like these, I would close my eyes and think happy thoughts or the things I like. It is still two hours before the concert and I still have a lot of time in my hands. I decided to change out of the clothes I am currently wearing and rehearse.
Today, I'll be performing on a stage way bigger than I anticipated. I don't know what everyone has planned for me but the way Keima calmly assured me earlier actually calmed my nerves. I couldn't help but think how cool he was as he handled the situation. Like this wasn't the first time he lent a hand.
"Did he always have that look of confidence on him?" I thought to myself as I continued singing.
I never saw him give that look outside of his games. He would often play around during our work schedule and now that things are finally coming together… he became unexpectedly helpful. Not that he wasn't helpful before, if the confidence he gave me during my failed recording was any indication. It was just a bit surprising. He would just be there, doing nothing but play games but when it was time to work he would give a lot of effort just to finish the job.
It was like he was saving up his energy just for today. Still, the question is what he and others had prepared for me on stage. I wonder how will things end up?
Two hours later… Keima's POV
It was almost time for the concert; I wonder which song she will go with first? I checked with the staff and I was impressed with their preparation. However, the clothes weren't good and if she went out wearing any of them then the show will outshine both the fake idol and her clothes.
I looked at the audience, from behind the stage, and noticed a large number of them wore specific clothing. One was from Maijima City, another from Narusawa City, and even some of them are representing Tokyo.
The minority seem to be average ranging from teenagers to even a variety of adults. I can even see a parent bring their child with them to the concert which I personally questioned.
Nevertheless, her promotion video raked in a few of the crowd from Tokyo and even a few curios individuals. There are even some who looked important from among the crowd, some with sunglasses on even though they are inside the dome and it is nearly night time.
"So you've noticed?" I turned around and found myself face to face with the fake idol's manager. "Those guys are the critics from Tokyo; they will decide the fate of Kanon-chan as either a rising star or another rip-off of the old generation idols."
Even though I didn't really understand why they were invited to this event I understood that they serve a purpose. I can still remember the idols my mom used to idolize… is this the reason why I keep spouting some of their names without even thinking?
"So, they are the sharks that are ready to sink their teeth to fresh bait?" I asked quizzically. Okada giggled at my play of words before nodding.
"As much as I like for things to go smoothly, I think it is best that Kanon-chan just enjoys herself." I told to no one in particular. Okada didn't say a word though I knew that she agrees with my words.
Suddenly, the lights turned off all at once. We were left in certain darkness for just a moment before neon lights brightened up the once empty stage. In the middle of it, is none other than the girl who will take center stage.
She wore the dress I gave her with a mike on her hands. I slightly gave an appreciative smile before narrowing my eyes. Things are truly going to be different now. The stage is set and the star has entered the building. A lot of her fans gasped in surprise, probably because of her sudden appearance but mostly due to the clothes she wore.
Immediately, the crowd cheered a deafening roar that even vibrated off the walls. I had to cover my ears with both my hands as the cheering continued. I turned to Okada and asked her how she handles this kind of pressure.
To my surprise, she was nowhere in sight. She probably knew that it was her cue to leave and I regret to admit that I should've followed her example and join her.
I stood still here backstage, there was no point in coming out or taking a seat on the stage. For one they are all taken and for another most of them stood up and cheered making it impossible to find an empty seat.
She turned around chanting to herself.
1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4
Kanon lifts her hands and raised her fingers and twirls around.
1,2, 1234!
Suddenly, music started playing and the crowd cheered.
Hey! Hey!
Then she started singing.
Holding hands with you on this road returning home in the twilight
A smiling star appears from the descending orange cloud
I wonder where my heart's antenna is facing to?
I will find the signal 'cause I like you~
She started dancing and I noticed the crowd get ready to jump.
Please, please darling baby feel it
Please(Hey!), please(Hey!) show me your smile
My life-size love will reach you
You see darling baby, can you feel it?
Please(Hey!), please(hey!) look over here.
I will give you the biggest "I love~ you~"
The music went with a beat and Kanon called to the crowd with a shout. The crowd responded with a shout of their own.
Hey!
Hey!
I didn't even notice that two back-up dancers walked by and get on stage along with Kanon. Both were wearing black, probably so that they wouldn't out stage the fake idol.
Even if it clears after the rain, it'll soon fall again.
Sighing at the window, I want to meet you soon.
My feelings overflow, how should I tell you?
I don't know, but you know? I love you~
The chorus of the song started and they started dancing.
Hey, hey darling baby, believe me
Hey~(Hey!) Hey~(Hey!) Don't be mad~
I'll offer to you this unchallenged love~
You know darling baby you should believe me~
Hey~(Hey!) Hey~(Hey!) fall to my embrace~
You know that "I want you", this is my highest grade~
The music played as they danced. The crowd cheered and chanted to the song.
Even if I stumble into fate and become the "Alice" of a mysterious world.
I know that I will be fine, 'cause I'll be right~ by~ your side~
The music began slowing its pace.
Please, please darling baby, can you feel it~?
Please, please show me your smile,
My life-size love has finally reach you~
The music began picking up their pace.
You see darling baby, can you see it?
Please, please look over here!
I'll give you my biggest "I love you" just so you know~
You know darling baby, believe in me~
Hey~(Hey!) Hey~(Hey!) Accept my embrace~
You know that "I need you" so please be by my side~
The music played its guitar solo.
Come on everyone!
A chorus of "La's" started to ring my ears. The crowd also singed along as Kanon goaded them to join. They were happy to reciprocate.
This continued for a few more minutes with Kanon encouraging everyone to sing with her. Glow sticks raised along with Kanon's song and music.
A/N: It's better if you just watched the live performance of Darling Baby by Kanon. The reason why I didn't ask earlier is cause I didn't want to disrupt the flow.
"Everyone! Thank you very much!" Kanon yelled without using the mike as the crowd cheered.
Well, this is one song. The back-up dancers left but Kanon didn't. This confused some of the musicians on stage but didn't question it.
Kanon gave a curt nod to the others and they took that as a sign to continue with the next song.
I flutter my short hair,
I want to unleash a ribbon revolution
A Ribbon Revolutionary future~
I smirked, the song made me think that this girl is getting a bit cocky.
I want to hear everyone's voices
May my love song reach to all of you
A mad, madly in love melody~
Will we meet again? I am sure that we will be able to~
I want to tell you~ How my heart beats~
I, my, me, Idol. I am an idol~
I will shoot everyone with my "Love Cannon"! Bang! Bang!
I, my, me, Idol. Please look at me~
I will snipe at everybody's heart~ I won't ever let you go~
I can see that the crowd was more rowdy as their glow sticks waved in sync.
I flutter my skirt lightly
I fascinate you with a dance surprise
Giving you a heart-pounding experience~
Kanon reached her hand out to the crowd.
When everyone is having a hard time
I will become a glittering star in the night sky
Sparkle~ Sparkling… to shine~!
She put her hand into her chest.
There is nobody stopping us, is everybody set~?
The rollercoaster… is going to arrive~
The crowd cheered as Kanon started to dance.
I, my, me, Idol. I, my, me, Idol.
I will aim for everyone's heart with my "Love Cannon"~ Bang! Bang!
I, my, me, Idol. Look at me~!
I have you on my sights~ And I won't ever let you go~
Another guitar solo started as Kanon continued to dance to the hyped crowd.
I want to tell you,
There was a pause as the music slowed but gradually picked up its pace.
I, my, me, Idol. I am an Idol.
I will shoot everyone with my "Love Cannon"~ Bang! Bang!
I, my, me, Idol. Look at me~!
This time I am aiming for your heart~ And I'll never let go~
The crowd shouted, cheering and jumping to the music as it came to a close.
For some reason, I felt that there was an underlying message in that song she played. But I put that thought aside. Her next song will be the deciding factor of the concert and the critics so far haven't even moved from their seats.
I wonder how will you conquer their hearts, fake idol?
For a split second, I saw the fake idol look a bit nervous. I guess she noticed the critics not enjoying her performance. But that look disappeared and replaced with a kind playful smile.
I turned to the music players and I noticed the changed their positions. They are now more relaxed. The guitar player even switched with a violin which caused me to blink.
"What are you planning, fake idol?"
I knew that, for some reason, that we have a violin player among the musicians and that the violin was there for some reason. But, I never did ask what it was for. Is this her trump card?
Suddenly, the lights went off and the stage lights turned on. It was all focusing on the fake idol. The crowd somewhat changed from their energetic joy into a calm wave of confusion.
Suddenly, the music started playing as Kanon stepped forward.
Every morning, I see that sleepy person
Wonder how old is he? And what is his name?
I am~ kinda~ curios~
Her voice was playful and charming which appealed a large majority of the crowd as they sat. I know the feeling; this was the same voice that made me fall asleep that one time on the roof. I can feel myself slowly relaxing and drifting off to sleep but I managed to hold on and watch.
Is it love at first-sight? Though he is not my type?
For some reason I felt myself pale a little.
Why is it, why is it? Why is it hurting so?
The small people in my heart clamors~
How, how, how bright it is
During class, during meals
All 24 hours, in my dreams
Though, I shouldn't, I love the ironic-love
The violin player took the lead as the fake idol reached out her hand from one end of the stage all the way to the other hand. Some of her fans managed to toucher her hand while others simply smiled.
Consulting everyone, they say "don't" in harmony
I know it~ But I won't stop it
My head~ Floods with~ Chaos~
Is this how it feels to love~? Can someone tell me~
Why is, why is? Why is my heart skipping?
I'm unable to sleep and eat everyday~
What, what, what shininess~
You're not curios, I am curios
Don't want to meet, I want to meet
Though I don't want it, I love the ironic-love~
She hums to the mike as she sways from side to side. The clothes I gave her truly having a good effect as the critics on stage remove their glasses and just stared.
I felt a tug form on my lips as I turned to Kanon who had a troubled expression on her face.
I can't, take anymore of myself, I'll just become honest~
Why is it, why is it? Why is it hurting?
The small people in my heart clamors~
What, what, what brightness!
During class, during meals
All 24 hours, in my dreams
Though I shouldn't, I love this ironic-love~
The music continues and slowly dies down. Kanon finishes the song with a bow as the entire crowd claps.
Not cheers but claps from everyone. Even the critics clapped for her as the tour came to a close.
Backstage after party… third person POV
The stage hands cheered for a job well done as drinks were handed out. Keima was handed a cup of plum juice by an older staff member and congratulated him on making Kanon wear the clothes he chose.
Keima said nothing as he was praised for making the tour a success. Okada had nothing to say against it since Keima proved his point to her. She couldn't believe that the clothes she wore actually made her focus on Kanon more than the song. This caught her by surprise but she wouldn't admit this to Keima or anyone for that matter.
Kanon came up to Keima and gave him a hug. Keima was surprised by the sudden contact that he dropped the half-empty cup on his hands in shock.
Everyone laughed at Keima's funny reaction and teased him. As anticipated, Keima was not pleased. Kanon smiled however and thanked Keima for the job well-done.
After that night, news of Kanon's concert spread all over Tokyo at the evening hour. The internet was spammed with forums about Kanon's performance on stage. By the morning, news casters told of how successful Kanon's tour went and how many fans increased overnight.
Keima smiled knowingly while hearing the news which goes noticed by Kanon. She asked Keima if she did a good job.
"…" Keima's back was turned against her once again. Kanon was getting used to talking with the boy's back but she wasn't having any of that today. So, she traced her hands on Keima's back and traps him into a hug.
"Ne~ Keima-kun, did I do well in my concert?" Keima tried to pry himself off the young teen idol but Kanon proved to be stubborn.
Keima gave up after a minute before stopping completely. Keima hated to do this, mostly because he will be praising the fake idol who is a resident with the real but he decided to swallow his pride and give the Yandere her due.
He also wanted to remove that dreadful feeling of squishiness on his back as fast as possible before all the blood drains from his brain and heads to… a dangerous zone.
"You… did good, Kanon-chan." He whispered to himself. Although Kanon heard him, she was going to make him say it for all of its worth.
"Hmm?" She said while squeezing Keima which shook his spine. "I didn't catch that part."
Kanon, while having a Chesire grin on, notices the twitch on Keima's brow, something she became very familiar with.
"You did well, Kanon-chan." At this point, the blood that was slowly reaching down returned to his head and gave him a faint blush.
"Really?" Kanon asked as she let him go and went in front of him. Keima flinched but gave a nod. "Then give me a reward~"
In truth, Kanon wasn't really expecting him to give him anything. She knew that she was pushing Keima's buttons but wanted to joke about it since their friends and all. But to her surprise, Keima reached out his hand which was a gesture that slightly surprised her.
Kanon never really knew what it felt like to be praised for her efforts other than words. Sometimes, they would be meaningful but it never gave her that fulfilling feeling in her heart. But, when Keima reached out and rubs her head… Kanon felt a click.
"Auu~" Keima didn't think anything about the weird sound Kanon produce as he continued to pat her head. He knew perfectly well that Kanon's blush was more than just make up she put on earlier today.
In fact, he found it strange that Kanon… was strangely docile. It felt like he was trying to praise a little sister which he never had. For some reason, Keima felt that there would be someone else who would want the same treatment he gave Kanon but couldn't think of anyone who would.
The affectionate display didn't last long as Okada came in and stared at the scene in front of her. Keima barely noticed her the whole time. When he did, Keima yanked his hand away which actually made Kanon pout.
"I wanted you to continue a little more, Keima-kun." Kanon's pouting face was completely ignored with the dangerous glare that Okada pointed at Keima's direction.
"Katsuragi-kun," Of course, this surprised the young idol as she turns around face to face with her manager. "I will not condone any sexual harassment to Kanon-chan."
Kanon blushed at that but Keima merely sighed. "I know, you don't have to remind me the reason why."
Keima is very knowledgeable. So he knew that if news came out that the fake idol was harassed by him then the number of harassment from her fans will overwhelm him. And he has enough of that with a certain runner at school.
Maijima High School… Track and Field…
Ayumi was doing her usual run when she suddenly felt the urge to hit someone. Then and image of a certain glasses wearing gamer came into mind.
"Miyako-chan," She called to her classmate and friend. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, what do you want?" Her freckled friend asked as Ayumi tightened her fist.
"Tell me when you see Katsuragi-kun, okay?" The look on her face looked terrifying to her friend.
"Any reason why?"
"Nothing, just wanted to hit him for some reason."
Back to Keima…
Keima could feel an evil presence miles away from his location. The shock actually made him drop his PFP in absolute fear.
Kanon and her manager were surprised by the sudden noise that Keima's PFP made. Keima picked up the gadget and saw the game over screen before turning to full black.
"Keima-kun, is everything alright?" Kanon asked with a bit of worry.
"No," He honestly answered as he recovered from the dreadful feeling. "I just felt death flags raised all at once before suddenly falling to the ground in a mock surrender."
"Huh?" Of course Kanon couldn't comprehend what he meant.
"It's nothing," He said as he restarted his PFP again. "Things will be fine… I think?"
"Oh yeah, Katsuragi-kun." Okada called out as Keima and Kanon catch up to her.
"We will be leaving by plane later tonight. Do you want me to give you your payment now and buy some games here?" She asked as Keima's eyes went wide.
"Oh yeah!" He said completely nonplussed. "I forgot about that!"
Keima then brought out a piece of paper from his pocket. It contains a detailed list of games he want to by that are rumored to be located in Akihabara.
"There are a bunch of games that I want to buy here. I heard that there are some rare ones in Akihabara that I want to check out." Keima said before putting the list away.
"So, you plan on going there right now?"
"'Course I am! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Think of all the hidden treasure I could find there, waiting to be discovered!" Keima's glasses shined as he adjusts them. Okada couldn't help but sweatdrop at how serious he said. Kanon couldn't help but giggle at his childishness.
"Fine," She said as she took out a check. Keima took it from her as soon as she reaches it out. "But I want you to take Kanon-chan with you."
"Eh?"
"I heard that Akihabara is a big boom here. So…" Okada eyed Kanon before returning to Keima. "Take her with you; the two of you need a break after that big concert."
Keima didn't like how things were going. He also didn't like how Kanon's manager phrased her words. For one thing, Keima will have to withdraw money from a bank in Akihabara before buying games… and it was a weekend, not the best day to go to a bank especially if it is near the Holy Land. The other is taking the fake idol with him… which basically meant that the two of them will go around Akihabara together… like a-
"Keima-kun," Kanon called out to him as she holds one of his hands. Keima's eyes became dinner plates at the contact. "I'll be in your care~"
Keima prayed to any god out there that things won't get any worse…
Author's Note:
Okay, originally I planned to finish this two weeks ago. Around the middle or late November but something bad happened. The gist of it is that I lost my old laptop that I've endured to write in for years.
The silver lining? I can finally get a new desktop computer now… if my parents can get one for me.
Well, enough of that. So yeah, I wanted to make this into a by-monthly series because I was ashamed to have constantly neglected my part in publishing our joint project. But, originally I planned to leave this to Chief93 because he was becoming a promising young writer. That and I am a lazy arse when it comes to writing.
Joking aside, I actually have free time in-between school and life. But most of the time, I spend it playing League of Legends but since the season is over then more time to write.
So, the next chapter might be out a week or two from now depending on the situation. Also, I may not be able to write at all if things become hectic in school.
Anyways, with Kanon's arc almost into completion I want to talk about the next girls and possibly the other characters. Chief93's OC is still going to have an active role in the story. My OC is also going to have an active role but he won't come out for the next few chapters. Nurse Joy has more merits than he does so he will be put in a bus.
Also, that dark part that we promised long ago? Well, I actually want to work on that soon when I get there. I want to add a bit more maturity to the story than just the humor Wakaki Tamiki gave during his run. This would mean that some of the characters will lose their appeal to you guys.
The real talk? Let's face it guys, some of these girls are impossible to encounter with the normal Keima. The first Ayumi arc was just plot convenience by the original author of this work which we then took over.
Kanon's Arc is actually a real possibility even without plot convenience. She still wins, becomes an idol, and meets Keima on the rooftop and proceed to electrocute him. Nothing changes that encounter but reasonably speaking a real idol has a fulltime schedule so those long weeks when they meet is actually a real possibility that I make fun of.
Literal weeks before meeting again, it also made for comedic moments when Keima was paranoid to the point of using too much money and playing more games.
I am basically just experimenting at this point. Since Chief93 is the man who makes the setting and plot while I just add a few things and there to make the story interesting.
Speaking of next encounters, could you guys guess who the next girl will be? If you guessed it right then I will publish the next draft much earlier. The winner will also get to have an honorable mention at the start during the disclaimer.
Anyways guys, I like working on this project. My original story became a bust when I ran out of ideas on how to work on it. Also, if you read my first TWGOK story then you may find some similarities to that from this one. I'll be using some ideas from there and adding them here. Okay this is it, thanks for reading and please give a review on what you think. I want honest feedback from this story so that I can improve on it and work hard to publish more drafts faster. The girls are waiting for their turn after all!
See ya!