I don't own B-project kodou*ambitious, I wish I did, but sadly… it's, just not the case.

To Be Continued.

Chapter 4 Troubled waters

POV Tsubasa Sumisora

It's almost been a year ago, today …

Tiny dark circles suddenly appear against the granite steppingstones, as my emotional crimson eyes drop to the stone path, surrounded by bits of ebony pea gravel. Pressing my side into the stacked rock wall, covered in the sprawling vines of a blooming winter Jasmin. My tearstained eyes sadly stare down at the tips of my black flats, peeking out from the hem of my solid black kimono. Passionate lost souls with their own apparent problems hurry pass me, making their way to their next destination. However, my emotionally exhausted body refused to hurry…What's the point? Who would I rush to?

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The morning was pleasant enough, and on any other day, I might recognize the very essence of life bursting around me. Truly appreciating nature's vibrant color of life. The bright green sprouts peaking from the frozen ground, the chilly blue sky accompanying the fluttering pink blossoms. However, it all remained grey and lifeless to me…..like the stones beneath my feet.

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With the strong stench of incense lingering on my clothes, dressed in my mother's old black Kimono I slowly, ramble through the temple grounds. Blindly making my way to the gates until I abruptly bump into something solid, or rather someone. My head whips ups seeing an older man begin to stumble back. I hastily throw out a hand, wrapping my fingers around his dark sleeve. "I'm so sorry sir, I wasn't watching where I was going!"

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He gently curves his palm on the top of a lavish obsidian walking stick. "Nonsense, please excuse me." The rather lanky man with raven black hair, and peppering sideburns respectfully bowed towards me. "Dressed as you are, you were obviously distracted." The man gracefully pulls out a stark white handkerchief. With a small sympathetic smile, he offers me the folded cloth in his out stretched hand.

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"Oh thank you, that's very kind of you, but I couldn't accept." I politely refuse the offered item by lightly waving my open palm towards the stranger.

"Nonsense, it looks to me your in need of it." He gently inches his hand forward. "Please, I insist my dear."

I cautiously reach out and accept the man's neatly pressed handkerchief, before giving a small polite bow of my head in return. "Ah, thank you sir, your very kind." Only covering the very tips of my fingers, I gently dab under my red swollen eyes with the smooth, almost silk like fabric. Just by the weight of the simple accessory nestled over my fingers, I could easily tell the man undoubtingly belonged in the higher echelons of affluent society.

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"Oh, my dear, it's no trouble at all." The kind man waves dismissively, before resting both hands out on the gilded ball of his walking stick.

I motion a hand towards his dark attire. With a small, sniffle my crimson eyes look up to the older man. "Pardon me for my rather forward observation, but it seems to me you are also dressed for a solemn occasion."

The well-dressed stranger lets out a humorous chuckle, swinging his arms out as he confidently slides his hands down the flawless material of his unbuttoned black wool coat. "Oh. Well, I guess I am…. I'm Sorry, it doesn't really feel like it to me. I'm just here out of respect for an old colleague of mine. I know it sounds rather callous of me, but it's been a while since we last spoke. " He tugs the ends of his crisp sleeves, before whirling his walking stick around.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I embarrassingly lift my hand to my mouth, "it was rather bold of me to assume-"

"Nonsense, didn't I just make the same observation? Although …." The kind stranger quickly cuts off my apologetic words, waving a hand in front of him. Although the rest of the man's words fall in silence. Stepping closer he lifts his hand to his clean shaven face as his olive green eyes slowly linger over my face. He intensely studies my features, like he recognized something. After a long uncomfortable moment, he begins to speak in a distracted tone. "Pardon me for asking, but are you busy?"

My crimson eyes widely blinked at the older man, completely taken back by his sudden forward demeanor. "I'm sorry?" I consciously take a step back from the man, ready to leave the stranger.

The raven haired gentleman quickly realizes what he's said, as he shakes his head. "Oh, my apologies that didn't quite come out as well as I liked….I was actually referring to your occupation." Letting out a heavy sigh, "I find times such as these it's best to keep your mind occupied with work."

With the man's innocent question, I nervously fidget with the long black sleeves of my kimono, while awkwardly sliding my eyes off to the side. "Uh actually, lately I've been looking for work, "letting out a defeated sigh, "I'm afraid I haven't had much luck, lately."

"I see." The raven haired stranger brings his hand to his face in a perplexed manner, before nodding to himself. He reaches into his dark silk liner to pull out a small gold box. "Well, that won't do at all. People left behind often find themselves developing destructive habits, if not fully involved with pressing forward. Mourning a loss can be messy business, if not handled in the proper way." The man holds out a little cream rectangle with both hands, at each corner of the card. Bowing his head in my direction. "My dear, maybe this can help you?"

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A bit taken back I blinked at the man for a minute before respectfully mirroring the man's traditional business behavior, accepting the card with two hands, and bowing my head. "Uh, thank you, sir." I was a bit concerned as to where to keep his card, I had only taken a small black bag. Just coming from a funeral, I didn't expect I would need my card holder. "I'm so sorry I don't mean to show you any disrespect, but I really didn't expect-

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"That's quite understandable, very few people hand out business cards on temple grounds, after a funeral. Your bag will be fine."

"Thank you, although, I must ask why?" Letting out a relieved sigh.

"Oh silly me, let me explain," Small laugh lines suddenly emerge at the corners of the man's olive green eyes. He swings his hand from behind, pointing a finger at the card. "This is a number belonging to an old colleague of mine, he's in need of some assistance." The man pulls his hand away, gracefully swinging his arms behind his back once more. "The opening revolves around one of his music stores. Its entry level work, but it's a start. The work can be intriguing, if you're interested? Give the store a call, tell them 'Kao' sent you. You shouldn't have any trouble after that. They'll know who you're referring to, when you call."

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My puzzled face blinked up at the kind stranger. "I don't understand, why would you do this? I'm a complete stranger, you know nothing about me."

The man shakes his head, before swinging out an arm in my direction. "That's simply not the case. I can tell by your suitable attire you're respectful, leaning more towards traditional beliefs. Just by the short conversation we've managed to hold you're obviously well-spoken." The man lifts a hand to smooth down his wool coat. "Not to mention I take considerable pride in my mastery of judging ones character. Besides, it's merely an entry level position, if I'm uncharacteristically wrong the harm is minimal to my colleague. He needs the position filled, and you're in some considerable need for a mental distraction at the moment. Either way, both needs will be filled, at least for the near future. So what do you say, my dear?"

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"Uh, I don't know what to say?" Staring at the card carefully held in my hands, lifting my wide crimson eyes towards the stranger. "I really can't' find the words." My hand finds its way to my mouth.

The man chuckles for a moment before raising an eyebrow over his piercing olive green eyes. "Well then possibly a simple 'Yes' will serve you."

"Ah yes, and thank you. Uh- "I dropped my hand.

"Please, simply call me, Kao."

"Well thank you Kao-san, thank you so much." I bow my head to the man. My name is Sumisora, Tsubasa."

"Pleasure to meet you Sumisora-san." The man nods his head in my direction. "It's really no problem, call at your earliest convenience, It was a pleasure to meet you, my dear." The man nods his head once more before swinging his arms behind his back and strolling down the extensive row of slate grey steps.

"Mine, as well, Kao-san." Calling back to the retreating figure. "And thanks again!"

The retreating man blindly holds out a hand in the air, as he makes his way down the stone steps. A few moments later, I realize the man is now headed in the wrong direction to pay his respect to his old colleague. I was about to call out to him, but he was already a good distance away from me, at the end of the extensive stone stairway. I didn't want to embarrass him or myself, so I decided against any further action.

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A gentle breeze carries a flurry of pink blossoms to swirl around my black kimono. Sliding my eyes shut I deeply breathe in the sweet chilled air. Thanks to the kind stranger, I could see something other than grey….. By no means, was I healed, but today, I could feel a small thread of hope for the first time in a long time. My curious crimson eyes drop back to the stiff cream colored card with a name of the business scrolled out in solid black type.

"Gandara Music stores."

Sliding the corner of the card between my fingers, unconsciously flicking it back and forth…. Suddenly a nearby car blasts it's horn. Flipping my head up, my eyes grow wide as I see the kind stranger hold out an abrupt hand in front of an oncoming car. I quickly witness a small blue car's screech to a halt, leaving scorching black marks into the grey asphalt. The raven haired man hastily crosses the busy street, making a beeline for the back of a sleek polished car. Figuring it must have been his car, I was about to begin the long walk down the stone steps.

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Except the man didn't enter the stretched car, he ended his journey at the rear blacked out window. He lifted his hand and knocked on the ominous looking window, causing it to slowly slide down a few inches. The kind stranger started speaking to the cracked open window, quickly nodding his head. A moment later, the stranger was slipped a thick manila envelope. He quickly peeked inside of it and nodded his head. Suddenly, my bus rolled right in front of the stretched car.

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Realizing I'm losing my ride, I begin to hastily sprint down the stone steps, one by one. Unexpectedly, the toe of my black flat accidently catches on the edge of a step, sending me hurling in the air. Avoiding the imminent impact, I unconsciously lurch my body forward. My eyes flash open, fully awake with the sudden jolt of movement…

….seeing an empty seat, beside me.

A relieved sigh blows pass my lips after hearing lulls of soft snores behind me... Peeking my crimson eyes around the tan leather seat to see five slumbering singers, positioned in various ways in their own individual seats.

At the moment, I'm riding down the highway in a silent tour bus. With the men from the Moons, crashed out in their seats, behind me. I couldn't help but chuckle at the amusing sight. It didn't matter if the trip was an hour, or five hours long. The enthusiastic band members would start out bursting with energy, but always end up sleeping twenty minutes later. Their like my laptop, if I don't touch the keys for a while the screen goes dark, and immediately enters into energy saver mode. It makes for a quiet ride, plenty of time to work, or silently linger through one's thoughts…..of course, when you're trying not to think of something, it can be a real pain.

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It wasn't long after my somewhat awkward exchange with Kento I caught up with Ryūji. Kitakore was scheduled out of town for the next couple of days with an appearance in Sendai. With such an important event, I would normally attend. Although Gandara music thought I would be better suited helping with the moons on their latest project….or at least that's where my phone sent me. Ever since Yashamaru left the company, causing a media typhoon with B-projects scandalous, albeit, temporary departure, his position remained unfilled. Leaving me at the whim of the chairmen's overworked assistant and ultimately my demanding cellphone.

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I wanted to make sure the duo had the relevant information for their trip; venue, contacts, hotel reservations, flight information, everything they were going to need. Fortunately, Tomohisa wasn't with him at the time. Yuta, Kento, and the platinum singer were having a discussion with the Moons, next to their bus. I had to admit I was somewhat curious about the impromptu conversation. With those guys, it could quite literally be anything. However, by the looks on their faces they were concerned about something.

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Kento lifted his head in my direction, giving me a less than innocent look, elbowing the platinum singer. Of course, when Tomohisa caught my eyes on the group his damn smile quickly emerged before returning to the conversation. Ever since that night, we haven't shared two words with each other. Of course, it's our first workday back since then and I wanted to thank him for discreetly returning my things. It's just after my little panicked moment all over Kitakore's flat I really didn't know how to face him…and to tell you the truth, I think the platinum is secretly enjoying my struggle.

A little later …..

"Fishing?!" The five stunned men yell back while standing next to the silver tour bus.

My high chestnut pony tail waves behind me, as I nod my head. "Well, that's what I'm reading from my copy of the production notes." Pulling the clipboard from my chest, quickly flipping back the dog eared pages, to the section I had just finished. "It also said something about hired models for extras."

"Ah, fishing and bikinis, what more can a man ask for?" Mika lifted his hands to lace behind his head as a wide teasing smile emerged on his lips. "Ba-dump!

"Sounds like a blast to me! Sometimes, I absolutely love my job." Hikaru speaks in a dreamy tone before sneaking up behind Mika. He swiftly throws his arm around his bandmate, playfully rubbing his fist in the top of Mika's chestnut hair.

"Guys be careful!" Squeezing my eyes tight, seeing the two men precariously on the edge of the marble fountain, knowing any minute the two singers would take the plunge. "Watch out for the fountain!" Except to my surprise, there wasn't the inevitable splash causing me to slowly open my eyes.

"Ah, come on guys we can have fun, but let's not forget we're working." Kazuna chuckles at the two singers horsing around while standing next to me. "It just turned April. I doubt they'll be bikinis, however I'm sure the project will be interesting, just the same." Kazuna's sparkling green eyes awkwardly glanced over to me, before quickly bouncing back at Mika and Hikaru's playful tussle.

Seeing some of the guys moving further ahead I lace both hands around the rollaway handle of my cooler, giving it a good tug. The darn thing barely budged until a large hand covers my struggling hands. My head flips up to see Nome, giving me a small smile. "Please, allow me."

More than a little surprised I pull my hands away, nervously folding them behind my back, "Oh Tatsuhiro-san." I blink up at the lavender haired singer. "Ahh, Th-thanks for the hand."

"What, No Bikinis?! Aw, leader, your no fun." Hikaru stops in front of the blonde, folding his arms at his chest, while sticking out an exaggerated bottom lip.

I quickly flip through several pages of my production notes, finding the section where it mentioned models. "I'm not sure I read anything about bikinis, but it will be on a boat so it should be…..um, fun." I forced a reassuring smile on my face, as the last two words fell awkwardly from my lips.

Kazu swings out an arm, lightly catching my shoulder, causing me to stop. "Sumisora-san, is everything okay?"

Kazuna's eyes slowly lingered on my face. "Ah yeah, I'm fine." I slap a wide grin on my face, clutching the clipboard close to my chest and awkwardly clear my throat, before changing the subject. "This tourism commercial for the Moons is a huge opportunity to get more brand recognition for the band." I begin to walk towards the rest of the group, nervously sliding a strand of my hair behind my ear. "It's a smaller part then your first commercial, but since the commercial will be web based it has the potential to reach a global audience."

With overwhelming excitement, Hikaru flings his arms up in the air. "That's so cool, the band is sky rocketing to the top!"

"So Momo, make sure you smile nice and wide." Mika teasingly reaches out, grabbing his bandmate's face. "Uh, Momo has anyone ever told you your face feels a lot like bread dough. It's so squishy." The glasses wearing singer squeals with laughter.

"Mika, will you please let go of my face?" Momotaro speaks with an indifferent tone as Mika molds a wide smile on his face.

"But Momo you heard what Sumisora-san said, besides its fun." Mika's hand roughly pitches his friend's cheeks, causing a warm rosy pink color to emerge on the singer's face.

The ginger rolls his eyes over to the blond, speaking between pulled tight lips. "Leader."

Kazuna lets out a sigh while he runs his fingers through his blond hair. "Mika, I'm sure it is fun, but we don't want to cause extra work for the ladies in make-up. Now do we? In fact we better get moving, were supposed to be in the chair, soon." With the mere suggestion, Hikaru, and Mika stand tall, giving a small salute, before hurriedly running ahead. Nome, and Momotaro also leave to catch up with the energetic pair of singers. With slightly blushed cheeks, the blonde turns his head, awkwardly chuckling to his bandmate's reaction.

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By the blonde's uncomfortable behavior, I could tell he really didn't care for the role as leader…. I have a feeling he would rather join the rest of the guys, then be treated like someone who watches over them…. He silently sacrifices in order for the band to run smoothly. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my arm, causing me to meet his incredulous eyes. "Hey Sumisora-san, are you sure everything is okay?"

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"Ah yeah Masunaga-san, I'm just a little-"I anxiously advert my eyes to my clipboard.

"Okay Sumisora-san, we'll have none of that, I'd rather not be lied to you. You should just tell us the truth, when you have something on your mind." All of a sudden, I feel Kazuna's warm gentle hands lift my chin, capturing my eyes with his sparkling green eyes. "I think I know what's bothering you." Kazuna lets out a heavy sigh, dropping his hand from my chin, tucking his hands in his pockets. "You're worried about the storm ….and our… ah, little boat ride."

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My shoulders drop with a frustrated sigh, "Well yeah, can you really blame me? I mean all of a sudden a freak storm carries you guys off in another direction…. All I could do is sit and wait. Endlessly wait for the storm to pass before we could even consider searching…I couldn't breathe, it literally felt like I was holding my breath the entire time. I was so relieved when I received Aizome-san's call."

"I figured you might be a little apprehensive about the boat, so I asked the production assistant if you could be an extra. That way we can stay on the same fishing cruiser…. However, they said they had more than enough extras, but when I explained the situation-"

I quickly interrupted the singer, "Oh, Masunaga-san, you shouldn't have done that for me! You might give the group a bad reputation, for unreasonable demands. "

Kazuna shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, it's fine, he understood and said you could be on the other cruiser, as an extra. It should be fun with the six of us." I watched Kazuna's demeanor quickly change as his eyes slide to the side, away from mine. He lifts a hand to anxiously rub the back of his neck. "Besides, Sumisora-san, I didn't ask just for you."

"You didn't, Masunaga-san?"

With his eyes staring at the ground he lightly shakes his head. "No, I didn't. You see when we were separated you weren't the only one worried." I didn't know how to reply to Kazuna's words, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, after all, I was worried too. I can honestly say working with the guys for almost a year, now feels more like working with friends, then mere coworkers.

Out of nowhere, Mika throws his arm around his blonde bandmate. "Yeah, 'Leader' is right, sure, we were stuck on that island, but we were together. That's more than we could say for you."

Momotaro stands next to Mika. "We had no idea if you were okay."

Kazuha glancing over to his fellow bandmates, on either side of him, before bashfully peeking his striking green eyes at me. "So as a group, we all decided to make the request." One side of his lips curls with a shy chuckle.

I couldn't help but blink back a few emerging tears from the bands heartfelt words. "Aww guys, I'm touched. Thank you, but really I'll be fine. This is just part of the job. I have no doubt there will be more water in B-pro's future. It's better to face this head on, then be controlled by my fear." With steeled determination, I forced a reassuring smile, and walked up to Nome. Wrapping both hands around the handle of the massive cooler, flexing what little arm muscles I have with a good hard pull. My eyes catch sight of the wheel gradually budging, causing a small burst triumphant laughter to escape. Of course, I was barely moving and Nome just shook his head with an amused smile on his face and slowly stepped behind me.

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Mika lifts his bright yellow phone from his pocket, tilting it back in fourth next to my face. Shaking the miniature glittery Mamirin phone charm that dangled from it. "Yeah, and just in case lightning does manage to strike twice….since Kento can't be here, some of us are keeping our phones with us, while on the boat ."

The blonde slides his hands in his back pockets of his dark jeans, nervously chuckling at his friend. "Of course, they'll be off during production."

Hikaru excitedly pokes his head between Kazuna and I, Resting his elbow on each person shoulder. "But, we'll have them just in case….and I even wrapped mine in plastic."

"Wow, that's actually a really good idea." Kazuna sounded a bit surprised by his green haired bandmate. That is until Hikaru reached in his overly stuffed monkey shaped canvas bag and proudly holds out a snarled mess of rainbow plastic in his hand, where I believe there might be a small silver phone in the middle. "Uh Hikaru, what's that." Kazuna blinked up at the phone, with a perplexed face.

"Leader, it's my phone of course. There was a whole rainbow of colors to choose from in a kitchen drawer. " The green haired singer shakes his head at the blonde.

"Oh Hikaru, you didn't! I was saving that for my next day off I was going to use that to enter a Mamirin contest."

"Sorry Mika." He gives Mika a remorseful pout before turning back to the blonde. "So I guess I'm not only the eye candy of the group but the brains as well? Without another thought, he tosses the heap of plastic into the nearby fountain.

"NO! DON'T!" Several different hands reach for the tossed phone .To everyone's relief the loose bundle of plastic just barely touch's Nome's fingers …only to roll off and hurtle towards the still water with a defeated "plopping" sound.

Kazuna awkwardly rubs his neck, attempting to break the news to his bandmate. "Uh Hikaru, the idea behind the plastic is-"

A knowing smile appears on his close friends telling lips. "You forgot to protect the ends."

Hikaru's overly confident, somewhat smug face shatters as his horror filled eyes drop to his submerged phone. "Wait, so my phone is…"

The blond bites his bottom lip, before slowly nodding his head. "Yeah, it's pretty much-"

"Done for." Nome chuckles a bit.

Hikaru quickly plunges a hand, elbow deep in the icy cold water, fishing around for his phone. Until he suddenly pulls it from the water, as the loosely wrapped plastic releases streams of the crystal clean water. The limp twisted plastic deflates, causing it to cling to Hikaru's outstretch hand and down his arm. A strangled ringing slowly squawked from his water logged speakers of his phone. "Ah man, I just bought that, too."

End Tsubasa Sumisora's POV

Kazuna Masunaga's POV

Later that day….

'Whatever happens, just keep smiling. That's all you need to do. No matter how shivering wet you really are…Keep a beaming smile glued to your face.' I continuously remind myself as the chilly ocean breeze licks against my damp skin, causing me to inwardly shiver. My fingers grip tightly on the crimson reel, roughly unraveling the spool of almost invisible line. My practically bruised forearms strained against the heavily bowed fishing pole. With my navy blue deck shoes firmly planted, I roughly heave my shoulders back, catching first sight of a large thrashing tuna on my line. The large iridescent fish bursts from the sparkling water. Two overly excited models cheer happily on either side of an anticipating Hikaru. With one graceful movement, Hikaru swoops in netting the beautiful silver fish, while beaming an accomplished smile.

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"And cut! Okay, that's a break for lighting!" The director yells over a megaphone from the other boat.

Once hearing the director's instructions, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. A balding man bundled in a heavy navy coat, gives me a small sympathetic look. The man patiently waits as I slowly pry my throbbing fingers from the rod and reel, grateful for its immediate removal. The salt water glossing over my skin alerted me to a small bleeding cut between my finger and thumb. The sharp sting caused me to hiss through clenched teeth, while gripping my hand, adding pressure to it. In some kind of effort to distract myself from the pain, my eyes pan out to the other cruiser…..hoping to catch a glimpse of our A&R.

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My eyes quickly fall on a midnight blue speedboat tied to the far side of the fishing cruiser, away from the production crew. Mika comes up and throws a grey flannel blanket over my shoulders, "Man, I bet Kento would give up his phone to be here right about now." Speaking in a distracted tone as his gazing eyes follow the two giggling models. "Ba-dump."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Speaking in a distracted tone, tearing my eyes away from the speedboat and on to Mika's leering expression. "Well, maybe not his phone… I don't think we could pry it from his fingers for anything."

A beaming Hikaru jumps to the second row of pristine white railing. Madly waving his arms over his head, causing his grey blanket to fall from his shoulders. "Hey Tsubasa-chan!"

Nome quickly grabs the back of energetic green haired singer. "Hikaru, if you're not careful you'll fall in."

Mika hands me a pair of chopped sticks and a bento box, wrapped in a dark blue celestial cloth. "Here you go Leader, courtesy of Tsubasa-chan, and her overly packed cooler."

Noticing all the care and detail brimming from the small wrapped box I let out an amused chuckle to myself. "Ah thanks, Mika, what do you mean by overly packed?"

Mika adjusts his glasses over a wide teasing smile. "What? You mean, you haven't seen it, yet?"

"Ah, no, I've been kind of busy. This last shot was well over 15 takes. That darn fish practically killed me." With the current painful memory, my throbbing hands tightened around the heavenly covered box.

"Let's just say if we get stranded, this time we won't have to worry about food for at least a month."

"A month?! Really?" A bit taken back I actually blurt out the words. Two models dressed in white shorts walked by us. One of them quickly turns around, giving me a flirty glance over her shoulder, before quickly turning around to her giggling friend.

Mika chuckles with a shrug of his shoulders. "Okay, okay, it's more like two weeks, but still."

I feel the cold metal railing steal what little warmth I have from my resting arms as I lean against it. Lifting my searching eyes across the rippling sea green waves. I quickly notice the sleek dark speedboat had vanished from the cruiser's side. "How do you think she's doing over on the other boat?"

Mika lets out a frustrated sigh, leaning back against the chilly railing. "The usual most likely, positively optimistic, despite what she's actually feeling? Would you expect anything different when it comes to our devoted A&R?"

"Yeah, she flat-out refused our offer, even though we could plainly see she was more than a little anxious about us being on another boat." My eyes drop down to the bento box balancing on the rail.

"Are you actually going to eat that, or stare at it all day?" Mika's eyes glance over to the box, reaching a hand to touch the knotted cloth wrapped around the Bento box.

I quickly slapped his hand away from lunch box. "Hey, get your own!"

"I did! If you must know, it was wrapped in a commemorative Mamirin cloth napkin…Anyway, the way I see it, she didn't want to cause any trouble for the band. We really can't force her to accept our offer. So, I guess were just going to have to trust she knows what's best."

"Yeah, I guess…The thing I don't get, is if Gandara Music knew she was to be assigned to a different boat, why didn't they assign her to Thrive's studio appointment? I mean except for the over packed cooler, she's doing nothing for us here."

Mika lets out a chuckle, "That's true, those three always need some kind of referee."

"Exactly! Sumisora would be of better value with Yuta and the guys, then freaked out twiddling her thumbs over there."

"I wouldn't say she's doing nothing, exactly. I mean we have no idea what she might be doing on the other boat…..but, I can see where you're coming from. I mean the Director has restricted travel in between cruisers, so not to interfere with filming."

My green eyes suddenly blink towards Mika in surprise. "Wait, what did you just say?"

Mika shrugs his shoulders. "What? I just said-"

Nome runs after his close friend, quickly cutting off our conversation. Without a second thought, Hikaru leaped on the railing, throwing his leg over the side. "I'm coming Tsubasa-chan!"

My eyes glance over to see Tsubasa waving with a forced smile glued on to her features.

Just before Hikaru could take the icy plunge, Nome caught him by the seat of his rolled up trousers. "Hikaru, what the heck do you think you're doing?! Get down from there!"

"What? It's just a little swim?" The green haired singer innocently blinks at the rest of us.

Nome sternly shakes his head. "Ah, not a good idea."

"Well for one thing hair and makeup would be so pissed at you." I added with a chuckle, "….and then there's the water, sure it's been a nice sunny day but the water-"

Nome quickly adds, "Would turn you into a green haired popsicle in a matter of minutes,"

All of sudden an ear splitting explosion shakes the center of my chest. Fiery blooms burst through the chilly air from the neighboring fishing cruiser. My heart freezes seeing our A&R's body being flung into the icy water. "Tsubasa!" Her name rips from my lungs. My dazed green eyes stare out in practically frozen time as Hikaru moves in slow motion, leaping over the metal rail. I desperately reach out a hand. "Hikaru!"

Trapped in a daze I slowly shake my hazed head, before my round eyes flash to Nome. "The cold water is affecting his illness, he's succumbing to the water!" Nome leaps over the railing, diving in the frigid water. Without another thought, my hand grips the chilled railing, leaping over the edge. Holding my arms tight to my chest my rigid body plunges in the icy ocean, a feeling of a thousand sharp needles attack my skin. Madly kicking my legs, I emerge with bits of fiery debris floating around my drenched sweptback head.

My arms slice through the water, pulling my body closer to the chestnut beauty's last known whereabouts. "Tsubasa, I'm coming!" I frantically whip my head around, searching for any sign of the brunet. Until my eyes see a gradually submerging face, her pink parted lips lowly sinking into the blue green ocean. "NO! Tsubasa!" Diving back in the frigid dark depth, furiously kicking. Desperately trying to reach the unconscious sinking woman inch by inch…

As my lungs begin to burn….and, only minutes remain.

End Kazuna Masunaga's POV

End of chapter 4.

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