To Be Continued

by Alimackatjac

Three little words that make any anime watcher's heart run cold. Filled with nagging unanswered questions, mind altering plot twists, and my favorite, teasing potential love interests. So, now that B-project has chosen a path, where will it lead them? Who is Tsubasa Sumisora? what's her connection to Gandara Music? Their chosen path begins at the Japan's Dome, and so does ours.

9. Chapter 9 Just the two of us

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

To Be Continued.

By Alimackatjac

Chapter 9 Just the two of us .

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Ryūji Korekuni's POV

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A light piano concerto gently unravels over our heads as I watch anxious fingers strum against a tan cardboard drink carrier. Securely holding a folded over white bag and three white capped coffee cups. A knowing smirk grows on my uneven lips while seeing my roommate nervously chew on his bottom lip as his wavering eyes burn towards the recently purchased cups.

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A heavy sigh blows out into the stainless steel elevator, "Ryūji, I can't believe you talked me into this."

I can't help but shake my head, chuckling, at my friend's odd behavior, while reaching over, sliding my tall skinny latte from the carrier. "Will you relax, Tomo, this is nothing." I carefully uncap the dark brown cup, lifting it to my lips. "It's casual." A slow breath lingers pass my puckered lips, and across the white foamy surface. Attempting to cool the piping hot liquid, enough so I can at least taste it. "There's no harm in just dropping by."

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Tomo balances the cardboard carrier with one hand, while his shaky free hand reaches for his phone, in his upper pocket. "I don't know Ryūji, my gut is telling me I should at least call. I mean, it's just the polite thing to do."

With my free hand, I swiftly grab his arm, stopping him. "Tomo will you stop this, it's just a CASUAL, impromptu, we happened to be in the neighborhood, kind of visit. You'll spoil everything, if you do this." I gradually let go of his arm, as I reveal pleading puppy dog eyes.

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The platinum uncharacteristically ignores my secret weapon, "Happened to be in the neighborhood, really, Ryūji?"

Seeing my roommate's skeptical, expression I quickly drop my capped cup away from my lips, innocently glancing at my friend, "What? It works all the time."

"Ryūji, we LIVE in the same building…above her." Tomo's free hand blindly goes back to the carrier. "How in the world could that be, 'we just happened to be in the neighborhood kind of visit? Ryūji, WE ARE the neighborhood, literally."

I hastily pull in my tongue, after being caught savoring the creamy cinnamon taste from the corners of my mouth. "Really, I had no idea?" Speaking in a sarcastic tone. "It's not like I spent an entire day unpacking worthless crap. Oh wait, come to think of it, that's exactly what happened."

Tomo gives me a stern warning look. "Ryūji, be nice."

"Oh, fine, if I must." I begrudgingly lift my cup, rolling my eyes behind the well positioned lid.

"Good, now that's settled..." Tomo balances the carrier with a single hand, circling a pointing finger towards the remaining coffee, "Ryūji, tell me again, how does THIS, all work?"

Glancing up at my nervous roommate with a confused look, "What do you mean? Tomo, It's just coffee, there's nothing to explain. …It's a give in. Even YOU, have given out coffee before. "

"Yes, of course I've given out coffee. That's not what I mean, it's this!" Tomo sharply points to the coffee, "This right here." Blowing out a frustrated sigh while brushing his fingers through his thick Platinum hair, "Ryūji doesn't this prove we passed Tsubasa's floor, effectively leaving the NEIGHBORHOOD?"

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I begrudgingly pull the latte from my lips, blowing out my own frustrated sigh, "Tomo, I swear, why are you making this so difficult? As I said before, 'it's just coffee,' there's nothing to think about. NO ONE, besides yourself, would ever put this much thought into it. Usually, if a friend surprises you with coffee, you just thank the person, and invite them in. No one EVER questions it. It's the universal sign for, hey, can I come in for a visit?"

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Frustrated, Tomo allows his back to gently fall against the elevator door, without disturbing the last two remaining cups. "Ah, damn. Ryūji do you blame me? This is the first time we've decided to 'simply' drop by."

I pulled my hand from my throbbing temple, pointing a finger at Tomo's usual conservative button up, causing his started blue eyes to lift from the carrier. "It's your own fault really. I thought I had clearly laid everything out. I thought, you understood. But no, here it is, WEEKS, after the fact, and you've done nothing."

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Tomo uncomfortably balks, sliding his blue eyes to the floor, while reaching up with his free hand, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wouldn't say I've done, NOTHING."

With my finger still poking his chest, I lean over, to the side, trying to find my friends eyes. "I'm sorry, what was I thinking?" A quick sarcastic word slips out, but is soon replaced with a heavy sigh, "Tomo, when it comes to Tsubasa-chan, I've been dealing with everything obtaining with Kitakore. Apart from your usual polite greeting, you haven't said a word to her….and my friend, she noticed. "

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At that minute Tomo's stunned eyes grow wide, "She has?"

I pull my finger away, silently nodding my head. "She's uh, well, she has asked about you."

His eyes slide back in thought, as he's desperately coming up with an excuse, "Uh, well, I…I've been busy .We all have." He speaks like he's trying to convince himself.

Concerned, I fall back against the same elevator wall of my longtime friend, dropping my fuchsia eyes to my half empty cup. "Tomo, I get it. This is 'me' after all. There's no need to make something up…I know these past weeks, most of your thoughts have been tangled around our A&R. I'm surprised you can still work. You've been walking around like some mindless zombie."

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"Sorry Ryūji, I know I haven't been much of a friend, lately. Tsk, I haven't been much of anything, really. I just have no idea… The more I think about it, the longer my list of questions, grows." He drops his perplexed eyes, back to the carrier.

While silently listening to my friend, I thoughtlessly lift my cup, stopping it just before my lips. "I told you, your thinking about this, too much." As if that's all that needed to be said, I gently tip my cup, encouraging the sweet cinnamon latte to slowly slip pass my lips.

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"But starting today, I promise I'll do better, I just need to throw myself into my work, I mean its fine, really. We've all been busy…so she shouldn't expect anything, different." Tomo forces his shoulders back, although he still sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

….And judging by his tone, even the platinum doesn't believe what he's saying.

Carefully considering my friend's words, I pull the cup away, nodding my head. "Yeah, it's true B-pro and the individual groups have been extremely busy, lately. I'll give you that, "My next words, have a touch of disbelief wrapped around them, "But to honestly say ,there's no time left, even for a quick visit… well, that's where the rest of the members would disagree with you ."

Tomo snaps his head in my direction. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, if you'd ever rip away from your own thoughts, you would realize, yes, it's true, Tsubasa is incredibly busy juggling the four groups. Although she's not too busy for a little fun. I've already heard from Yuta, that both Thrive and the Moons have already 'dropped' by."

"BOTH Thrive and the Moons?"

An amused mischievous smile peeks from behind the brown coffee cup, "There goes that stunned face of yours again." I lightly chuckle as my roommate straightens his expression, "From what I've heard, even Goushi made a rare appearance."

"Really Goushi too." Tomo's lip slides anxiously under his teeth, "So we really are the last?"

"Yeah, I guess that's what it looks like, to me anyway." Shrugging my shoulders, "Apparently Kento suggested some kind of a meeting, after a gig." My curious eyes discretely slide to the side, "and well, Yuta, didn't say anything, but lately, I've been getting this impression that he and our A&R have been spending quite a bit of time together."

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"I …uh see."

"Tomo!" My free hand hastily reaches out, seeing the last two cups almost tumble from the carrier.

Tomo's round blue eyes plunge to the steadied drink carrier as he fumbles to take it back. "Oh, uh, sorry Ryūji, clumsy moment."

"Uh, yeah sure," Realizing my friend had it under control I cautiously pull my hand away. "From what I've heard, the Moons did something similar. Sooo thanks to my platinum roommate, Kitakore hasn't been represented, yet."

"Ryūji, it's not a race!"

"Says you." I shrugged my shoulders before taking a quick sip.

"Ryūji." Tomo calls out with disapproval.

I swiftly hold up my palm, while rolling my eyes, "Fine, keep walking around with a bag over your head, ignoring what's going on right in front of you. See if that gets you anywhere."

"Ryūji." Tomo, let's out a frustrated breath, while revealing concerned almost pleading eyes. "Don't you think she works hard enough, without everyone intruding on her personal free time? It's not like we get a lot ourselves, but think about it. It's probably three times as worse for her. If not more. "

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"Kento, told me that isn't how Tsubasa-chan sees it."

"Tsk, well of course HE would say that ….look, I love the guy, but I doubt he even knows the definition of the word, personal space, when it comes to Tsubasa, or for most women in general. " Tomo chuckles to himself.

"No really, she just sees it as a visit, between CLOSE friends."

"Close, wait, how close are we talking about?" Tomo scowls sharply in my direction.

After seeing Tomo's reaction, I can't help but tease him further. "Well gee, I'm not really sure," shrugging my shoulders, "I guess- you'll just have to ask, when we get there."

"But, from what you've said, I'm convinced we should have at least called."

"Ding." A sharp bell echoes over our head.

At that moment, the elevator doors slides open, encouraging me to take one last sip, from my cup. My shined boot lightly pushes off the wall as I head for the stainless steel doors. "Well it's too late now," a small knowing chuckle slips out as we begin to stroll down the hall, towards Tsubasa's relatively new flat.

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Tomo anxiously stares down at the last two cups, while replying in an uncertain tone. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Besides, Yuta said the groups visits always seem to happen AFTER work, so this is the perfect time, for our first meeting. I mean what are the chances-"I happily trailed off, taking another sip.

"I would have to say ….pretty good." After hearing Tomo, my surprised eyes flash up, noticing two equally surprised Thrive singers, standing next to Tsubasa's unopen door.

"Hold on, Yuta, wasn't Thrive here just the other night?" I sternly question.

"Uh yeah, but it was so late, we had the idea of bringing Tsubasa a little pick me up, before work." The pinket lifts his arms, as his cheeks turn the same shade as his hair.

"Well, well, how's that saying go? Something about great minds?" Kento bursts out in boisterous laughter, all the while motioning to three lidded cups and a brown paper bag, held in the pinket's hands. "Uh, Donuts."

Annoyed, Tomo eyes slide away from our two fellow bandmates, lifting the carrier. "Yeah, Pastries."

Just then, Tsubasa's door suddenly swings open, revealing Hikaru shoving a banana in his overstuffed cheeks, while an observant Mika instantly zeros in on the multitude of breakfast offerings, in each of our fidgeting hands. Taking one last slurping pull from his fruit smoothie before uttering the embarrassingly obvious, "Awwk…ward."

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Hikaru chuckles, finishing off his banana, "Huh, I guess we all had the same idea, imagine that. "

"Damn, I knew we should have called."

End of Ryūji Korekuni's POV

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Tsubasa's POV

Later, that same day.

My thumbs unintentionally freeze over the reflective surface, unable to respond… "I know I should apologize for keeping you up so late…but I'm not going to. To be honest, I like spending my time with you ;) Y.A." My unblinking crimson eyes stare down, while, for some reason my breath unconsciously catches in my parched throat.

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Seeing as I'm left on standby, I cautiously glance up at the concluding scene, forcing my fingers to respond. "Me too, we tend to get along. T.S." Since everyone is all so busy, including the Thrive member, I figured I wouldn't hear from the pinket till later. So I begin to slide my polished phone back into my side pocket, of my bag. Although to my surprise, my phone silently alerts me to an incoming text.

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My crimson eyes quickly flash towards the ongoing production before, once more glancing down at my phone. "Good to know. Only next time, let's just make it the two of us. I'll bring the pudding ;) Y.A."

"Okay cut! Next scene." The director's voice echoes from the set.

Knowing the undeclared peacemaker and I did get considerably more accomplished without his bandmates' constant squabbling I thoughtlessly typed my replay, "Okay, sounds like fun. Gotta run. T.S" For some reason my heart beats against my chest, as I push the send button.

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"Tsubasa-chan! Did you see me SO COOLLY swing from that tree?" Hikaru throws a crushing arm over my shoulders.

"Oh, yeah, it looked really cool, like you said." I manage to slide my phone into my bag, while answering the green haired singer.

"Hikaru, leave some for the rest of us," Mika, and Nome begin to peel the overly affectionate singer away, "You can't just break Tsubasa-chan's personal space, like this." Mika chuckles while shaking his head.

"Why not? I was here first, you guys should have been faster." Hikaru's pouting head squishes next to mine, wrapping his other hand around my shoulders.

Mika turns, calling out from behind him. "Hey Leader, he's at it again."

"Now, now fellas, give Sumisora-san some breathing room, your interfering with her job." My cheeks suddenly feel very warm, hearing the familiar gentle voice suddenly behind me. "Nome, do you mind?"

"Hikaru. Let go." Nome differently warns his green haired friend, resting a hand on the singer's shoulder.

"Fine. You're all spoilsports." Hikaru pouts while begrudgingly dropping his arm, however Mika is quick to teasingly wave a fresh banana in front of the pouting singer., leading him away .

"Thanks, Masunaga-san." I awkwardly mumble with my crimson eyes anxiously sliding to the floor, handing the blonde singer a bottled water, and folded white towel.

"Uh, no problem, Sumisora-san." Kazu quickly takes the offered items, walking over to his bag.

"Hey Tsubasa, are you feeling all right, you look like you have a fever?" Mika's concerned head leans to the side.

I quickly pick up another bottle and folded towel. "Uh yeah, it's just a little hot today, that all." I hastily nudge the offered items into Mika's chest, in hopes he's just take them and drop the conversation.

….. Of course, I wasn't be so lucky.

"Reeeeally, I'm wearing more then you, and I'm feeling a little chilly." Mika slides his glasses off, blotting his face, with the pristine white towel. "Sure, on stage it's rather stifling but out here-"The brunet trails off, lifting the bottled water to his lips, sharing a knowing look.

"May I have your attention, could Osari-san, Nome-san, please meet the director, on set?"

"Ah damn, so much for our break." Hikaru shoves the rest of the banana in his cheeks, handing me the peel, before roughly swallowing. "Catch you later, Tsubasa-chan." Hikaru happily waves, before running to keep up with his friend. "Hey Nome, wait up, you can't possibly leave the groups' designated eye candy behind! Nome? Hey, I'm serious wait up!"

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"See ya, Osari-san," I happily wave back, chuckling at the banana loving singer. After the two singers disappear around the corner I toss Hikaru's used peel in the nearby trash bin, under the table, before brushing off my hands.

Straightening back up I quickly notice Mika teasingly lean in closer, practically nose to nose. "Now, Tsubasa, where were we? Ah, that's right, I do believe it had something to do with you looking a little," He lifts his hand to his smirking face, adjusting his glasses, "flushed. "

My head nervously leans back, away from the teasing brunet, "I don't know what you're talking about?" I roughly swallow, "when you say I'm ….uh, flushed?" My eyes nervously drop to the groups' prep table, busying myself as I fold the rest of the towels.

Mika raises a knowing eyebrow over his sparking green eyes, just as he's opening his mouth, to reply, "Onzai-san, Sekimura-san, please come to the wardrobe?"

"Damn, I guess I'll save this for, later." Mono carefully sticks his chopsticks on the top of his closed bento box, placing it back on our designated table. "Come on Mika, wardrobe waiting."

Mika's knowing eyes linger across my blushing face as he blindly pauses the bottle at his lips. "Ba-dump, what a shame. Well, perhaps later on you could inform us, what has our A&R so visually… overheated." Mika's mischievous eyes purposely gaze over my shoulder. "I for one, believe the answer would be quite interesting for EVERYONE, to hear." Mika playfully winks, before turning around.

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" "Unable to coherently respond my round eyes anxiously drop down to the unfolded towels, nervously straightening the table.

"Mika, you really shouldn't tease Sumisora like that." Momo shakes his head at his friend.

Mika stretches his arms, lacing his hands behind his head "Now, Momo, who says I'm teasing….I just might be doing Tsubasa, a favor."

"Yeah well, I think whomever this favor is ACTULLY for, you should leave it in 'his' capable hands. Now, come on, remember what happened the last time you kept wardrobe waiting?"

"Aw damn, that's right the extra ultra-skinny pants, Mika visibly winces, dropping his eyes pass his belt, " For days it looked like a just strolled off some western set, I could barely walk ." Mika grabs his friend's arm.

"Giddy up, cowboy." The ginger dryly replies.

"Come on Momo, I am NOT going through that, again!" Mika roughly jerks on the ginger's arm.

"See ya Sumisora-san." The ginger singer looks back, while being dragged in another direction, by his determined bandmate.

I wave back to the ginger, "Bye Onzai-san." I quickly share a knowing look, silently mouthing my thanks, causing the reserved singer to nod back, before running off with his friend.

A content smile silently spreads on my face, as I happily continue to shuffle through the Moon's prep table. Knowing all too well this is the way it is. One minute, I 'm surrounded with a whirlwind of activity, practically taking my breath away. Then, a few minutes later surrounded by complete silence, waiting, as the guys are off on their next adventure. However it wasn't long before someone clears their throat, "Hey, Sumisora-san, do you have a minute?"

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My head abruptly snaps up, "Oh, Masunaga-san, you're not needed?" My eyes turn, shyly peeking over my shoulder. I don't know why, but ever since the hospital I could hardly bring myself to even look at the blonde singer, and even when I did, my head would get spacey, like I wasn't giving it enough air.

Peeking over my shoulder I notice the blonde Moons' singer sitting on a nearby picnic table, behind me, shyly shaking his head, "Uh no, I just finished my scene."

"Really," My voice nervously cracks.

"Um Sumisora-san, is there something wrong? Why won't you turn around?"

His apprehensive tone aims straight for my rapidly beating chest as I roughly swallow, forcing myself to slowly face the worried singer, "Oh sorry, it's nothing, just busy folding. My hand unconsciously flicks a towel in the air, "Um, you were saying?"

"Uh, yeah as I was ….saying." He lifts a hand, rubbing the back of his neck, awkwardly chuckling, "I guess being designated the judge sometimes has its advantages."

"Hmm, I guess that's true, there's only some many shots they can take of you anxiously salivating."

He chuckles again, sliding his hand from his neck. "Yeah, I guess that's true, even so?" he trailed off, eluding to something.

"Oh right, you needed something, Masunaga-san. What's up?"

"I, uh, was just wondering, if maybe you could join me," Kazu drops his green eyes to his fidgeting hands, before be begins to ramble, "I don't know, I mean seeing the rest of guys are busy and all, if um, you don't mind, and I completely understand if your busy ….your um busy with the filming," his eyes peek up from his hands, "Sumisora-san, I mean, Tsubasa, would you possible consider having lunch, I mean with um….me?" I noticed a dusting of pink brush across his cheeks.

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I could feel my head begin to spin, how in hell could I possible manage THIS. I was about to make my excuses ….but then those damn green eyes, shot through me.

Deep behind those, sparkling emerald eyes was a hidden pain drawing me in, attempting to connive their secrets. "Well actually, it seems at the moment, preparations are out of my hands …so I'd….uh love to." I forced a smile on my face, happily nodding my head.

"Really? You mean you will? Well great!" His green eyes twinkled, as his hand gently patted the spot next to him, "Here you go, Tsubasa, best table in the house."

"ON the picnic table?" I pointed to where the blonde singer patted.

The blond started to nervously ramble, "Why not, unless you're too cold, then I guess we could eat on the tour bus, or somewhere else." He lifts a hand to his neck, rubbing the back, "Although, if it's all the same to you, I would prefer to avoid the cratering tent, if you don't mind? I mean for once, I'd like it be just the two of us?"

I nervously hold out a hand, "No, its fine, the picnic table will be perfect."

"Here you go then, we just so happened to have a last minute, group cancelation. I don't know if you know this, or not, but we're usually booked, months in advance." While sitting on the picnic table he gentlemanly bowed his head, before patting the seat next to him. "My lady, allow me to escort you to your seat?"

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I lifted a hand, sliding a strand of my hair behind my ear while I awkwardly take a seat, next to the handsome blonde singer. "Why thank you, kind sir. So, uh, what's your specials for the day?"

He wags a finger in front of me, "Tsk, Tsk, my lady, not so fast, allow me to introduce myself." He lifts his unused towel, snapping it in the air, slipping over his arm. "My name is Kazuna, I will be your waiter, today."

"Nice try, Masunaga-san." I nudge him with an elbow, letting out a chuckle.

"Aww, since when do you call your waiter by his last name?" He pouts reaching into a cooler next to him, "Okay, okay, you can't blame a guy for trying."

"So, Masunaga –san, what's on the menu?" Feeling somewhat relieved as the roll playing seemed to help with my little hospital problem.

He playful holds out two familiar boxes, one in each hand, "Ah, so today's specials are your choice of two beautifully packed bento boxes from, Chef Sumisora-san."

"Hmm, I don't think I've heard of her. "I teasingly play along.

"Oh, she's brilliant!" Kazu uncharacteristically gushes over the two meals, making my cheeks considerably warmer. "What she can do with a simple rolled omelet is just- Oh, I don't want to spoil it for you, you'll just have to give it a try for yourself."

" "Although with my cheeks uncomfortably blazing away I just stare down at my interlaced hands for some time, unable to look up.

"Uh Sumisora-san are you going to choose?"

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"Sumisora."

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"Uh, Tsubasa, did I say something?"

Hearing him blame himself caused my head to suddenly snap up, regardless if I was still blushing or not. "Oh, uh, sorry Masunaga-san. I guess I might have spaced out a bit ….I uh, mean from hunger." Damn it, my stammering excuse is causing my face to heat up, all over again.

"What, this is our first…uh lunch together….yeah, with just the two of us." The blonde holds out the two boxes. "We can't have you spacing out. What fun would that be?"

Wait, is he blushing, too?

Only being able to rip my curious eyes for a faction of a minute, I quickly point to a glossy black box with a beautiful white crane, wading in pond of water. "Well, since, it comes so highly recommended, I think …I'll try that one."

He nods, handing me the box, "I highly recommend them, I happen to know the extremely talented chef. Although, I should warn you, when first opening her bentos. there so inviting, and packed with this overwhelming, for a lack of a better word, feelings. It's like the sun itself, is captured in every box. You'll, never be quite the same, after opening one. "

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"Really, I had no idea." I couldn't help but chuckle at his thoughtful discerption, "Well then, how can I refuse such a wonderful presentation?"

He places the dark blue bento box to the side, before reaching back in the large blue cooler, slipping a chilled bottle over his outstretched folded arm. "And, to accompany your bento, I have this wonderful bottled water, as you can tell by the exquisite mountain label it was bottled sometime, this year."

I lift a hand, covering my giggling mouth, "Oh, I'm afraid my knowledge on the production years of bottled water is limited. Please kind sir, is THIS a very good year?" I drop my hands, motioning to the offered bottle.

"Well, the first of the year started out a bit rocky," His green eyes drop to the bottle, avoiding mine, "Honestly, sometimes, when I close my eyes I can't help but see you helplessly lying on the deck, soaking wet and unconscious …you were sinking so fast." He speaks in a distracted tone, "To think, I almost didn't reach you…. It's the stuff of sleepless nights."

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I could only stare as I listened to his pained account unconsciously spilling from his lips, "Oh Kazuna, I'm so sorry, I…had no idea, I've caused you so much trouble…is there anything I can do?"

He quickly shakes his head, opening the water. "Sorry, I don't really know where that came from?" He awkwardly chuckles handing me the bottled water. "Not exactly light lunch conversation, now is it?" He reaches over and grabs his bento box.

My crimson eyes look down at the uncapped water, as my finger runs down it's moisture dappled surface, "Masunaga –san, you know, I've said this to some of the others….But, if you ever need to talk it out, about this, or anything else, my door is always open." I anxiously slide my eyes to the side, blindly nudging the singer with my elbow, "I mean at times, that door leads to empty tour bus, or a picnic table, but you get the idea."

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"Oh, now it's 'Masunaga –san,' again? Man, what's a guy have to do, to get you to finally call him by his given name? Save your life, or something?" The blonde hurriedly takes a sip of his water, after teasing."

"Again, nice try." I roll my eyes.

"Ok, fine," He chuckles, handing me a pair of chopsticks, "ANYWAY, hopefully depending on how this lunch turns out, from what I can tell…. it's shaping up to be quite the milestone year." Giving me a little wink, before dropping his gorgeous green eyes to his bento box, shifting the food around, with his chopsticks.

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"Yeah, I agree B-pro has already accomplished so much this year." Taking a bite of my rolled omelet.

"Uh, yeah, your right." He avoided lifting his head, shifting his food, mumbling to himself. "Not exactly what I was eluding to."

I quickly swallowed my next bite, "Sorry Masunaga –san, I didn't quite catch that."

"Oh, Tsubasa, it's not important." The blond singer quickly shoved a fried shrimp in his mouth, before holding up a finger. Taking a long momment to chew and swallow his bite. "So uh, this morning, that was crazy, huh? I mean with practically all the members of B-pro showing up, like that?"

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I swallowed another bite, "Yeah, I guess at first, it was kind of funny… I mean Ashū-san, and Aizome-san just showing up out the blue. But they thought I would be tired from the late night, so they brought over a little pick me up. It was actually kind of sweet of him, Oh I mean of them. Then Kitakore dropping off that paperwork like that. It just kind of made for a rather eventful morning. " I shrugged my shoulders, searching for my next bite with my chopsticks.

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"Really, they just dropped off paperwork? Don't they normally email that stuff, like the rest of us?"

I nodded my head, setting down the octopus shaped hot dog I was about to eat. "Yeah, they usually do, but they also wanted to ask about a meeting."

He roughly swallowed his bite, as he raised an intrigued eyebrow, "Really, so you're meeting with Kitakore, later on?"

"Yeah. Actually, after I'm done, here."

"Reeeeally, like some sort of a dinner meeting? Well, isn't that interesting… dinner for two." He rolled his green eyes, seeming suddenly irritated.

I stopped just before taking another bite of my rolled omelet, "Uh No, it should be the three of us, at least I think that's how were doing it. Korekuni-san, didn't really say anything about Kitakado-san. I just assumed since it was about Kitakore, both members would be attending."

"I wouldn't doubt that little sucker loving shota has SOMETHING, planned," He grumbled under his breath before taking another bite.

Motioning in the air, with my empty chopsticks, "I'm sorry, Masunaga-san did you say something?"

"It's nothing," He rests his chopsticks on the side of bento box, before rubbing the back of his neck , "I uh just had a momentary obscure thought, that's all….of course both members will show up , I mean what was I thinking?"

"Oh um, okay, then."

He lets out a sigh, sliding his hand from his neck, "Honestly, Sumisora-san, I've been kind of nervous since you moved into the building."

"Really, how come?"

"Okay, just hear me out. As you know, when Hikaru gets an idea in his head, it kind of takes the rest of us to hold him back….and well you know how he gets around you…If it was up to him, you'd be wearing him like your favorite sweater."

"Yeah he's a bit affectionate, I'll agree with you there." I quickly lift another bite of my Tempura shrimp to my mouth.

"Just a bit, really Tsubasa? Are you being serious?" He asks incredulously while chuckling, "Anyway, I was just hoping we weren't stepping out of line….invading your new space. I mean before, at the end of the day, we just kind of went our separate ways…but lately, that doesn't seem to be the case."

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I wave a dismissive hand, "Oh Masunaga-san, don't be ridiculous. I mean, it's sweet of you to be concerned, but I'm fine. Really, I am." My heart twists with the thought, as I shift my food, "I mean back at my old house, it was just me. So, it's been kind of nice. I really don't mind the extra company. In fact, I expected it."

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His wide surprised eyes jump from his half eaten lunch, "Wait, you expected it, how come?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well you've know each other since, what, middle school, Right? You've practically grown up together. I figured since you lived in the same building, you guys probably do all kind of things together. I mean, I don't know, HOW many times I've literally walked in on you guys, hanging out in the lobby, it's like your favorite thing to do.…, and then there was …the, um, party."

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"Oh the party." The blonde singer's normally sparkling eyes turn depressed, as they drop back to his lunch, although he just shifts his food from side to side, like he suddenly lost his appetite. "Well, that was um, unique…..I guess, with me, when it comes to the Moons, I would agree with your assumption …but, not so much with the rest of the guys."

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"Really, that's not what I've noticed…except for a few, you all seem to be close. I mean Ashū-san, Korekuni-san always pal around together."

"Yeah, well with some of us, that's only been recently." Kazu, lets out a sigh, forcing another bite in his mouth.

My voice turns quiet, "Oh ….You mean with you, and Kitakado-san?"

He stops chewing for a moment, before swallowing, "Wait, you know about that?"

"Yeah, I sort of figured it out. I mean, don't get me wrong, you were very polite and professional and you always did what needed to be done …but there was always that distance between the two of you, that I didn't quite understand . I mean Kento tried to say that you had some kind of crush, but honestly it didn't look like it."

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He turned his head, hissing to himself, "Damn it, Kento! So that guy, really did say something, after all?" He turned back, giving an awkward smile as he roughly swallowed. "I tried to tell him, it wasn't true, but he didn't believe me."

I cautiously peeked up at the blonde. "Uh, Kitakado-san, actually said something too."

Kazu's mouth suddenly dropped open, as his normally soft voice cracked. "About me, having a crush….on him?"

"No, it was nothing like that!" I vigorously shake my head, "It was during my trip, back on the island."

"Oh, your trip, what was that like? Did Kitakore show you the cave? You know Sumisora-san, both Hikaru, and Mika, said they asked how it went, but for the most part your lips remained sealed."

Just thinking about the cave caused a sudden high blush to radiate from my cheeks. "Uh it was, um… eventful. I mean uh, NICE, yeah, it was JUST nice. Yeah, that's right." It was like I was convincing myself as I lifted my hand, attempting to calm my wildly beating chest."

"Uh okay, if you say so." Kazu gives me an odd look.

I awkwardly chuckle, pulling the neck of my sweater. "Did it suddenly get hot, all of sudden?

"Hot? I don't think so. Kazu, nuzzles down in his dark blue hooded sweatshirt, he threw on, after filming"

I nervously cleared my throat, "Yeah, well, anyway, Kitakado-san vaguely referred to the distance you two shared, for one another. Saying something about an incident in the cave. He didn't really go into it. He did say, if I wanted to know more, I should ask you."

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He lets out a humorless chuckle, "Tsk, that guy is always so flawlessly polite, he WOULD say something like that. Actually, it was all one-sided….on my behalf." He thoughtlessly stopped his chopstick right in front of his tightened lips. "No, matter what I did, that guy shined so brightly. Kazu's glassy green eyes stare off, as he speaks to himself.

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I placed my chopsticks back down, giving the blonde singer a concerned look, "Masunaga-san?"

"Um sorry, it's noth- Kazu stops in mid-sentence, pushing the remainder of bento away from him. "Hey Tsubasa, on second thought, can I talk to you about something? I mean, it's not exactly light lunch conversation, from what I mentioned before?" He reached out, resting a shaky hand on my leg.

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"It's all right, Masunaga-san, I don't mind." I placed a reassuring hand over his, "Is this something about Kitakado-san?"

"Not really, well sort of, I guess in a roundabout way." Kazu straightens his shoulders, taking my hand, into his,

"Tell me Tsubasa, have I ever told you the REAL reason I joined Bambi School?"

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End of Tsubasa's POV.

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Tomohisa Kitakado POV

Later that night ..

With hurried steps I quickly make my way over the elegantly weaved sandy carpet, only stopping for a polite greeting to a close acquaintance of my mother's. I anxiously straightened my dark dress jacket, as I see the reservation desk, causing my feet to slow to a normal strolling pace. A familiar older gentlemen, dressed in a golden silk kimono stands behind the light wooden station with a wide charismatic smile firmly fastened to his face. "Oh, Kitakado-sama," The surprised salt and peppered haired man gives a swift gracious bow." I didn't know you would be dining with us, this evening?"

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"I guess, that makes two of us, then." I mumbled to myself as I politely nodded my head to the man, that is just as much a facet in my young childhood, as my very own parents.

"My apologies sir, but I'm not quite sure how to reply." The genteel man blinked up at me, with a perplexed expression.

"Sorry, it's nothing." Giving my old friend a genuine smile, "So Toro, how have you been?"

"Oh, very good sir. My wife and I welcomed our first precious granddaughter. I'm afraid she already has the family wrapped around her tiny fingers." Toro proudly chuckles.

"That's wonderful, congratulations, Toro." I happily pat the man on the shoulder, "

"Yes, it won't be long before she's running around my legs, like a certain young singer, I just happen to know." Toro nudges my shoulder, with a knowing smile.

My cheeks slightly warm from the sweet childhood memory, "Now Toro, you act as if I was a little hellyan, I seem to recall such behavior, maybe once?"

"Really, master Tomohisa?" The stout grandfatherly man shares a knowing look." I wouldn't go as far as to call you a Hellyan, perhaps 'Lively' is a better word." He holds out a teetering hand, "I seem to recall several orders 'accidently' on the floor. No?"

"Alright, alright, there's no fooling you, my friend. No need to relive ancient history." Giving a lighthearted chuckle, "However, I AM running late, could I -"I politely trail off, while glancing down at my watch.

The man clears his throat, quickly thumbing through the wide touchscreen, in front of him. "Yes, of course sir, just a moment." That is until his face goes completely ashen, "Oh dear, I have no mention of your father's preferred dessert. It takes our patisserie at least two days to prepare it."

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"Toro." I inwardly rolled my eyes, as I didn't have time for this.

The man begins to panic, "Oh dear, oh dear," The once grandfatherly type quickly becomes unraveled. Which is the same old reaction, by most people. It's like the slightest incident around my family causes their once flourishing careers to flash before their eyes….I wish they would realize,

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….I'm not them.

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Toro reaches over, roughly jerking a startled hostess close, while hissing in the poor woman's ear. "Find out which newbie had taken the Kitakado' reservation. No, wait first inform the head chef of the dire situation, then find the idiot." The extremely worried man whips his folded handkerchief out, nervously blotting his perspiring forehead. "Uh, Kitakado-sama, apparently there's been some kind of mistake with your usual reservation .I uh, didn't think they would be back in Tokyo, this soon."

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"Relax, Toro, I'm not dining with my parents. Tonight, I'm dining with the Korekuni Party."

The older man notices my remorseful look, causing him to breathe out a relieved sigh. "Oh, master Ryūji's party?" His astute eyes glance down at the screen, nodding his head. "Ah yes, here you are, It seems everything has been arranged." He wiggled his eyebrows, "I should have assumed you would be the one escorting the young lady. Oh dear, I'm afraid she has been here for some time, now."

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I quickly turn my head, hiding my warming cheeks as I wave a dismissive hand, "Oh, Toro, this isn't anything like that! The reservation for THREE is an evening meeting with Korekuni-san, nothing more." I made sure to emphasize the number of guests to avoid any more misunderstandings.

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Toro furrows is brow, glancing back at the screen. "Really, but I've could have sworn…. Ah yes, here it is Korekuni Party….party of TWO. "He confidently tilts the screen in my direction.

"Wait, party of two, you mean Ryūji isn't in there, already?" With my heart pounding I quickly scan over the man's greying head, for our irritated A&R.

"Ah, yes sir that would be correct." Seeing my normally cool demeanor suddenly crack, Toro cautiously peeks over his shoulder, following my line of view. "Our records clearly shows Master Reji called earlier today, with the arrangements." Toro clears his throat, calling my attention away from the dining room and back to his screen.

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Sure enough, in white digital text, the time, and the highlights of said conversation were clearly printed. In fact, just by the looks of the extensive notes it was a rather in depth conversation. "He mentioned he wouldn't be attending, something about a previous engagement." However, before I could read the block written summary, Toro quickly adjusted the screen away from my curious eyes. The secretive gesture only confirms my suspicions…

…My longtime friend is obviously up to something.

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Knowing the reality of my current situation, I couldn't help but inwardly cuss, 'Damn it, Ryūji you promised. However, I forced a polite smile on my face, holding up a finger. "I'm sorry, Toro, could you give me a moment." I blindly back away from Toro's station while instantly whipping out my phone.

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"Of course, sir. " I pay little mind to the man's reaction as my phone is already ringing in my ear.

As usual, I hear a quick popping sound before, I hear a rather impish tone, on the other end, "Hey, Tomo, how's it going?"

"Shouldn't you already know that, since you're supposed to be here, in the first place?" My eyes cautiously scan the lobby as I quietly hiss in my cell. "Damn it Ryūji, I knew you were up to something when you switched restaurants to the Golden Sky." I irritably lift my hand, running it through my hair, "After all, it's not exactly a business atmosphere, now is it?"

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The exclusive five star dining area is lavishly covered in tans and gold's with opulent hanging chandeliers, cascading down from two stories in the air, causing each table to be intimately lit by candlelight. The dimly lit dining room is divided in several areas by understated walls of flowing water. With the more private areas, almost surrounded.

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However, the tastefully splendid interior is practically subdued compared to the 100 foot, floor to ceiling, magnificent views of the sparkling dark blue harbor. The stark contrast of the two give the restaurant's select patrons the graceful illusion of actually dining, while drifting in the clouds. Hence the name "Golden Sky."

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"Now Tomo, I wouldn't say that exactly, I've witnessed a few," My roommate practically trails off, giggling, "Listen, Tomo, this is what I could manage, in the time I've been given. When the last restaurant canceled …something about a ewww…. a plumbing problem, I had little choice, but the Sky."

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"Really, are you trying to tell me every single bistro, restaurant, diner in Tokyo, were booked for tonight? That the only table available in a megatropolis, such as Tokyo, was at the ultra-exclusive Sky restaurant, my parents so happen to frequent?!." Continuing with a frustrated huff, "I find that impossible, to believe."

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"Wait, they're not there tonight, are they?"

"Ryūji, you know darn well, that THEY won't be back in Japan, for months."

"Now that I think about it, you did say something to that effect." He impishly giggled. "Pity, I could have killed two birds with one stone."

Cupping my hand around my cell. "Damn it, Ryūji , your supposed to be here. This so-called meeting was your idea, in the first place!"

"Sorry Tomo, something unavoidable came up, another Kitakore meeting completely slipped my mind." Not terribly surprising as my roommate doesn't sound the slightest bit apologetic.

"Meeting, I don't recall another meeting." A bit taken back.

The familiar pop from his sucker echoed in the phone, "Well, I'm afraid I missed it too. I was just lucky Daikoku-san's assistant called to confirm."

My blue eyes went wide hearing the name, "Wait, Daikoku-san? We're missing a meeting with Daikoku-san, tonight?!"

"No, YOU'RE missing the meeting with Daikoku-san. However…well I did say something 'unavoidable' came up." Reji huffs, I could tell just by his irritated tone towards the unplanned meeting, he wasn't expecting it, and in some way, it had messed with his original plans, whatever that might have been. I still had this nagging feeling my longtime friend had no intention of coming to this obvious set up.

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"Relax Tomo, I forwarded your regards. Daikoku-san was a little disappointed, but he understands you have a previous engagement."

"Really, Reji, a previous engagement?! You asked Tsubasa this morning."

"I don't know what else to say, he SEEMED to understand."

My blue eyes scanned the lobby, "So why didn't you tell me all this, in the first place … Damn it, the only reason I'm late, is because I thought you would already be here, by now!" My hand roughly tugged on my conservative dinner jacket. "I had to go back to the flat and change. I was dressed for a hugs and kisses interview, not for the damn Sky. The Sky, really Reji?! Tsubasa." I suddenly felt like I was falling through the floor, "Damn it she's going to think this was all my idea that I'm up to something."

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"You think?" My roommate chuckles.

"Not funny Ryuji, not when my mischievous roommate is ACTUALLY, behind everything."

"Well, I could have arranged the meeting to be held at the flat, but we ALL know how that went, last time." Ryūji chuckles to himself, "Listen Tomo, so what, if Tsubasa suspects something. It's high time you stop stumbling around. I told you, you two needed to experience a REAL night out, one with excellent food, where you're both dressed up. What better place than the Sky? In fact, I'd be willing to bet, if you ever stop mentally perusing your true feelings and ACTUALLY pursued the matter, this is where you would have eventually taken her, in the first place.….Tomo, you love the food there."

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"Ryūji, you know darn well, that's not the point! Wait, Tsubasa, she couldn't have possibly been ready for this, not in such short notice! " I try and crane my neck, scanning the dining room.

"Relax Tomo, I wouldn't do that to her. Ever since the island I've been dropping by little finds my sister stumbles across…. She thinks there useless hand me downs….but secretly I emailed her a picture, along with YOUR preferences, I might add."

"Oh, Reji, you didn't." Frustrated, I lifted my hand, roughly rubbing my forehead.

"Damn right I did, someone needed get this ball rolling…and by the looks of everything, that wasn't you." Ryūji lets out sigh, " So, Tomo, how does she look? I mean all cleaned up, and everything? Knowing our oblivious A&R, she wouldn't even realize how stunning she actually is, even if she was standing in front of a bunch of salivating men."

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"How should I know, I just arrived, Reji?"

"Wait, she's alone?! What the heck are you thinking, Tomo?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, this entire time."

"Excuse me, sir." I'm so wrapped up in my call, I'm suddenly startled by Toro standing right next to me. "Kitakado-sama, may I be so bold as to interrupt?" Toro timidly taps my shoulder.

"Go ahead Toro, I'm listening." I cover my phone with my hand.

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Toro cautiously fumbles through his words as he brushes my shoulders, and straightens my jacket. "Master Tomohisa, as I've said, the lovely young lady arrived SOME time ago. This behavior isn't like the young master, leaving a lady waiting ….Such, a rare beauty shouldn't be left unaccompanied for long. She's already generated quite the commotion, tonight."

"I could have told you that." I hear Reji's voice mumble from under my tighten fingers, around my phone.

"Hush Reji." I hissed at the muffled voice, before blinking back at Toro, "Commotion, what kind of commotion?"

"Well, not so much of a commotion," He nervously fidgets with his fingers, "more so attention, really," He awkwardly clears his throat, "gentlemanly attention."

For some reason, my insides begin to twist, after hearing Toro's discreet words, "Go on."

Toro nervously scans the lobby, before leaning in close, discreetly speaking, "Well sir, it seems the restaurant's bar has been unexpectedly busy, with requests …for the lady's table."

My heart practically stops in my chest as my memory flashes back to my birthday. "How many drinks are we talking about here? Is she-"I politely trailed off, giving Toro a concerned look, as I inwardly chastise myself for this whole bungled situation. With my twitching thumb hovering over my phone, ready to call a car at a moment's notice, if her condition calls for it.

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"Oh, damn, by now she could be under the table. Aww, I knew this would happened…the damn vultures are circling. If male idols are going gaga over her, what do you think would happened with the everyday Joe notices her, and dressed up, no less?" My cell echoes Ryūji whiny voice.

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"Not helping." The twisting feeling in my stomach, only tightens with Ryūji's words, "Toro?"

"Oh sir, it's nothing like that." Toro, franticly waves two hands out in front of his silk cover chest. "The lady, though quite accepting, only allowed bottled water to be delivered to the table."

Without even realizing I let go of a breath I was holding, as a small content smile crept on my face. "Of course, she did." Chuckling to myself. "That so much like her."

Ryūji bursts out in laughter, "That's our diligent A&R for you. No drinking on the job. Good thing she considers this a business meeting."

"Ryūji, IT IS a business meeting." I reminded my roommate.

"Perhaps, but you never know? You've got to wonder, since she chose to drink on your birthday, was that maybe…. personal?"

"Ryūji, were just friends."

"Very well….I just can't believe the refined Kitakado-sama left our poor oblivious A&R to fend for herself, this entire time."

"I was… ah, never mind …damn it Ryūji, when I get home we'll be having a serious talk about your match making hobbies."

"Well, hopefully after tonight, I won't need them." Ryūji chuckles to himself.

"Sir, after having the pleasure of watching you grow up, into such a kind gentleman," Toro lifts his head, revealing an earnest expression, "It's my duty to say, the young lady…..she suits you."

"See, I told you, even Toro thinks so. Lucky for you, Kitakore's schedule is unusually empty for tomorrow…. So you can stay out, as late as you want." Reji tone turns teasingly suggestive.

"Gee, I wondered how that happened." I dryly reply.

"Who knows, why question your fortunate luck you've so graciously been blessed with."

"Enough Ryūji!" I warn my roommate, with an overly sharp tone.

My old friend lets out a frustrated huff, "Fine, let this opportunity slip through your fingers, I'm sure Yuta, would take full advantage of it, if it were up to him."

"Yuta, you said something about him this morning, what are you implying?"

"Only, that it seems our A&R is not the only oblivious one. Our building is filled with them. In fact, I happened to live with the biggest one of them all. Tomo, he's practically said as much. Look, I've got to run, Daikoku's car is here. We'll have lunch tomorrow that should give you enough time to recuperate. We'll discuss what happened at the various 'meetings.' I'm sure, yours will be far more entertaining."

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"Wait, what's this about Yuta?!"

"Later Tomo." Reji giggles.

"Yeah, see ya." I can barely hang up my cell, as my stunned blue eyes dumbly blink at it .

"Kitakado-sama?" Without even looking up, I can feel someone guiding me across the room, and around the corner.

" "But all I can do is stare at my phone, trying to make sense at what Reji was saying.

Toro grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks between his fingers, roughly steering my head, until my heart stopped, "Sir, Your business associate."

With my mind wiped blank from the sight, my words thoughtlessly fell from my awe struck lips. "Damn, he's right. She's ….gorgeous."

"Yes sir, as I've been TRYING to tell you." Toro drops his hand, away from my stunned face.

I can't peel my eyes away from the table, "Yeah, well apparently there's a line of people in front of you." It suddenly dawns on me, why my pained stomach twists with the slightest thought of the A&R gaining some other man's attention…

…..and it had nothing to do with friendship.

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End of Tomohisa Kitakado POV

End of chapter 9

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It seems when it comes to Tsubasa the guys are slowly becoming aware …of each other. This chapter might have been filled with a little fluff…but just wait for what happens next, while visiting the "Sky"

So, two weeks ago I was involved in a near head on collision. For the most part everybody is okay, just a bit shaken and tender. I've been told, If I hadn't veered into the oncoming lane and whipped back into my own lane, where he slid all the way down my car, I wouldn't be around to update you now . The man, who hit me did not have a driver's license or insurance...and was possibly under the influence. As you can see, I'm updating but sometime my injuries make it difficult to concentrate …so please be patient with me….I'll update soon… I can't wait for this next chapter.

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