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Upon Umiko's exit, Momo refused to stay in the male dominated room any longer. Regardless Yui had to escort her outside and into a company car, she was scheduled for a series of solo jobs that would keep her out well into the next day.

The boy's of Starish began to warm up, stretching and doing vocal runs before they began their daily practice. Cecil sat patiently with haruka at the piano's bench. Although he wasn't part of Starish, he enjoyed watching them.

"Kotobuki-san. Can I ask you a question?" Haruka's voice asked loudly. Reiji turning from Otoya to acknowledge her. He gave her a thumbs up but she wasn't sure how to ask. The girl stuttered over her words as she played with her fingers. Camus, obviously annoyed, stepped in,

"Her question is most like about Wings. More importantly our history with them,"

The count barely looked up from the book in his hands. Reiji wasn't entirely sure how to explain it. Things were complicated. His loss for sentences was obvious to everyone around him.

"Ai-Ai why don't you explain?"

Mikaze looked up from his seat next to Camus, lips formed into a sort of O shape.

"Momo Ichijo has a seemingly innocent idol persona. New people, especially those of male gender make her nervous for a reason I haven't come to understand but this isn't apparent to the public. She's difficult to figure out. Umiko Tanaka is the media's angel, adorable and always smiling. I assume I don't need to tell you what she's really like."

Ai's explanation wasn't exactly fulfilling, if you didn't ask him proper questions he wouldn't give you a proper answer.

"You seem to be a familiar with them." Tokiya's comment pulled the remainder of answers from the cyan haired boy.

"Wings debuted at the same time as Quartet Night. For the first six months of our career, we did everything together. Interviews, concerts, shoots, commercials. It increased our initial publicity by a fair amount. But then-"

Reiji cut Ai off with an odd sort of sound, "We had to split up for reasons. Anyways, shouldn't you return to practice? I'm sure the girls will start helping out tomorrow."

Nobody bothered asking anymore questions. Each member in the room shared the same opinion: was Wings really needed here? Quartet Night was enough to handle on their own, Wings was seemed to be some random group from the agency and were sure to be more trouble than it was worth.

Camus approached Reiji smoothly as to not attract the attention of others, "Do not put false expectations in their heads. I doubt Wings will be staying with us." Reiji simply put his hands on his hips, laughing deviously, "Oh Myu, trust me. They're not going anywhere."

Momo returned around 7:00 the next morning, exhausted and completely unprepared to deal with the likely upcoming "We're staying here whether you like it or not," argument. The only male Momo had every spoken to was her grandfather and the members of Quartet Night. Finding out the boys would accompany them into Starish' dorms was nerve settling. At least for Momo anyways. Momo would do anything to see him again. To see Reiji. She told herself she wouldn't let Umiko's stubbornness ruin it for her, but unfortunately Momo wasn't incontrol of the situation.

She pushed the door to their shared room open, all lights had been off. Assuming Umiko was still fast asleep, she tiptoed in and gently closed the door behind her.

"My excited heart is about to burst with 1000% love, HEY!"

The familiar song played quietly, catching Momo's attention. She turned to the dimly lit TV in the back corner of their room. Umiko sat in front of it with a blanket wrapped around her, notepad and pen in hand. According to Yui, he hadn't seen Umiko for the remainder of the day. Had this been what she was doing?

"Umi...," Momo walked towards her friend slowly. Umiko wore the same clothes as the previous day, had she even slept? The notepad in her lap was covered in scratches and notes along with drawings that appeared to resemble dance steps. Umi held up the remote to pause the TV, using the object to point at Starish who had been mid performance.

"Look at this crap, Mo. Look at it! They're out of sync, fumbling, singing like they've got dicks in their mouths? This is just awful!"

Momo had thought their performance was wonderful. But upon closer inspection of course Umiko would be the one to point out every single flaw. Momo hung her head low, awaiting Umiko's declaration that they were moving out. But surprisingly, it never came,

"We can't leave now. Kotobuki and his idiot kids can't handle this like we can."

The smaller girls chest nearly exploded at Umiko's words. Umiko stood quickly, brushing through think violet hair with her fingers and adjusting her twin tails before leading Momo out of the room.

Tokiya and Masato had gathered early in the kitchen in order to make breakfast for their remaining group members. It was a good way to break in their new surroundings. Natsuki, Cecil and Syo had joined not long after, followed by the groups later sleepers, Ren and Otoya.

As the boys settled into their seats at the table, Yui joined them briefly. A sort of guilt sat in his chest as he was supposed to be Haruka's mentor, however it didn't seem like he would get the chance,

"Hey guys, I don't think we'll be staying much longer-"

His words were cut off by the sound of thick heels stomping through the doors. Umiko entered aggressively with Momo rushing in behind her.

"We'll do it, we'll teach them."

Yui nearly fell over at the words of the unpleasant girl. The Starish boys hadn't seemed to be phased by this. Tokiya spoke up,

"It's come to our attention that Starish doesn't need you. Seeing as we have Quartet Night here already, we wish to persevere with our own efforts."

Umiko's pride had been chewed up and spit back out as the stoic idol stared at her with cold eyes. Yui panicked for a moment, "Umi why don't you introduce yourselves properly this time?"

Tokiya grew impatient, this was getting old. He stood up to leave. Brushing past Umiko and heading towards the door. However, he wasn't getting out so easily. Momo hopped up onto a vacant chair beside the table before using it to climb onto the marble countertop. Turning quickly she pushed off it's edge, flipping backwards directly over Tokiya and landing in front of him smoothly. Tokiya stopped dead in his track, mouth gaping at the ashy haired girl.

A look of conquer brushed over the taller girls face as the remaining group members stared at her in awe. Umi made a sort of twirl as she crossed her wrists, making both hands into the shape of a gun. Her voice raised to an entirely new pitch.

"I'm Umiko and this is my partner, Momo!"

She obviously wasn't finished as Momo skipped over to her partner, holding onto Umi's skirt and peaking out cutely from behind her.

"Together we make up Wings, the number one Idol Group in Japan!"

A collection of gasps and confused sounds echoed through the kitchen. Both girls dropped their onstage acts, Umiko returning to her ever-present sneer as Momo hid behind her.

"Number one?" Otoya's voice came out louder than he intended. Umiko placed her hands on her hips as she lectured,

"Throwing us aside for Quartet Night is idiotic, are you dense? They're incompetent, out of sync with one another and although they may help you become better public figures, we can teach you how a rock a stage. So are you in or are you out?"

Of course she was right, Umiko was always right even if they boys didn't know it yet. It was obvious that Quartet Night didn't get along. But it was even more obvious that Umiko and Momo had a special sort of bond, one that helped them preform as one. A skill that Starish needed desperately. Otoya was the only one to stand, complete amazement on his face. Japan's number one idol's were standing in his kitchen. His kitchen! The red head bowed respectfully before speaking the words everyone had been thinking,

"Please help us be number one!"