Just as a heads up guys, the plot for this story isn't going to exactly follow the timeline of the anime! We did this so that it went best with our characters developments, so I hope you don't mind! DISCLAIMER! We don't own Uta no Prince Sama or any of its characters! We only own our OCs!

"So they're together?"

Ren asked as the black BMW sped down the highway. Yui sat in the passenger's seat with Ranmaru and Umi behind him, Masato and Ren in the very back.

"Yes," Yui answered,

"But they're not together?" Ren asked again, Yui repeating his answer

"Yes."

They'd been on their way to a rather populated area, filled with street performers and shops. Masato stared back at the identical car behind them, the camera crew probably.

Ranmaru and Umiko made no comments, each facing away from each other, looking miserable

"I know you explained it earlier but I…" Masato trailed off as his attention had been turned back. Yui shot him a kind grin,

"During our time with Quartet Night, Umi and Ran over here got caught by the media doing something stupid. The public assumed they were together and since it was such a popular theory, Mister Saotome made the decision to put them in a faux relationship."

Something stupid?

Umi let out an aggravated sound, she'd rather not hear that story again. Yui reached back and placed a palm on the girls knee, "Unfortunately they developed a sort of hatred for each other, I'm not sure if you can tell. So to keep their relationship wholesome to the media, Umiko made the not-so-well-planned decision to break her idol activities away from Ranmaru's."

Music played softly through the radio, as Ren hummed to himself quietly.

The more Masato thought about it, the more it made sense. The more he realized why Momo had been so ecstatic to see Quartet Night. But of course, that wasn't the only reason.

"Oh! We're here!" The driver pulled onto their street as Yui gazed back at the group. People began to stare as both cars came to a stop and the camera crew started to set up. Ranmaru exited the vehicle but Umiko stayed put. Ren and Masato followed their mentors lead before watching him walk around to the other side. Yui turned around in his seat,

"Now Umi, how should we behave?"

Umi need nothing but switch her scowl into an almost terrifyingly genuine smile. 'Good,' Yui thought to himself. Ranmaru opened Umi's car door, "Thanks, Ranran!" She cheered happily as she stepped out. Masato and Ren exchanged a questionable look, this was new.

The group continued to walk down the street, people from each side staring at the bluntly obvious camera crew. Umi walked peaceful beside Ranmaru as Ren and Masato stepped closely behind. Ran stuffed his hands in his pockets before muttering to Umi,

"Take my arm,"

Her lips stayed curved into a slight smile as they walked, replying quietly,

"Don't tell me what to do."

She complied anyways, hooking her right arm around his left and snuggling closer to him as they walked, her left hand fiddled with the bottom of her skirt playfully as a cute sort of action. Oh how odd this was.

It only go odder when whispers of their names began to circulate, they unknowingly crossed paths with a rather famous cafe,

"Hm, I've never been here." Masato commented, pointing it out to Ren. Ranmaru stopped dead in his tracks, turning slightly to the blue haired man.

"Well, there he goes," Umiko muttered to herself as Ranmaru made a retreat for the cafe's door.

If there was one thing you didn't talk about with Kurosaki, it was food. They made their way inside, taking a seat as the camera crew settled around them. The food was placed neatly around them as Masato took his first bite, humming softly to himself. Umiko urged Ren to try some too. Of course Umiko had been here a million times with Ranmaru, this wasn't anything new to her. She turned to her illeged boyfriend briefly, spotting what was left over from whatever he'd just eaten on his lip. WIthout giving it a second thought, Umiko grabbed his chin lightly, turning him to face her and using her thumb to brush the contents from his lip.

She caught herself mid-action causing both of them to freeze up. In an effort to play it off, Umiko gave him a sweet smile as she pulled her hand away.

'Of course, just acting,' Ranmaru thought to himself. Ren stretched his back slightly, peering over at the stage in the front of the cafe. "They play live music here?" He asked. Ranmaru nodded as he stood up, walking over to the platform and picking up the lone bass that sat untouched. He sat on the stage's edge, beginning to riff no song in particular.

People from the streets began to pour in at the sound of his music, the camera crew breaking away from Umi, Masato and Ren in order to get closer.

"His sound really brings people together," Masato commented. Umi's second personality had taken a back seat at the lack of media, her usual tone presenting itself,

"He's always been like that."

Ren couldn't exactly read the look on her face, it changed from soft to ice cold the second she knew she wasn't being filmed. He preferred Umi's original state anyways. As for Masato he rather not have to deal with either.

The company's car had returned to get them as the video crew began to pack their things. Ranmaru had been talking directly to a camera, last to say his final goodbyes. Umi snuck up behind him, intertwining their fingers as he spoke. Ran laughed down at her briefly before continuing to tell the camera of his apparent gratefulness for his new role as a senpai.

The crew drove away as Umiko and Ran waved. The second the car was out of sight, the violet haired girl ripped her hand away from Ranmaru's. She muttered to herself as they entered the car, remaining in their original places.

"So? How was it?" Yui questioned happily as the began to drive.

"Awful, you're so rough," Umi hissed with a personal attack at Ranmaru, he sneered back without a second thought,

"This stupid idol persona of yours really gets on my nerves, do you have to be so aggravating"

The two went back and forth until Ranmaru silenced the green eyed girl,

"I'd almost forgotten how handsy you are."

Something about the word forgotten silenced her. Her face dropped as anger surged through her veins. Umi averted her gaze, staring out her window. Silence fell over the car as Yui turned up the radio in a state of panic.

Umiko's phone made a chiming sound in her bag. She pulled the zipper, picking it up. The name "romeo imposter" popping up in pink letters. She slid open the text message,

'Need to talk when we get back, don't run off. - Jinguji'

Upon returning around 9:00 pm, Ren followed Umiko up to her and Momo's shared room where he opened the door for her, following closely behind. Momo layed on her stomach with her feet in the air, flipping through some sort of book. She barely looked up as they entered.

"God this is so hard," Umiko hissed as as she whipped off her blouse, searching for a more comfortable top. Ren had become accustomed to Umi's random removing of clothes during their practices, shame wasn't exactly her style. Momo piped up from her spot, not even bothering to glance over,

"Break up,"

Umi froze with the hoodie in her hand half covering her arms, she stared blankly at Momo, "No I can't do that, Shining wouldn't let me." She slipped it over her head before removing her skirt and socks. Ren crossed his arms, leaning back against the door frame,

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. If you make a scene publically, Saotome can't come back from it. No more problems."

The violet haired girl pulled a blue pair of shorts over her legs, tiny silver stars covering the material, "It's too messy I can't."

Ren and Momo both looked over at her, confused as to why she was being like this. "You're being irrational," Ren's comment pulled a snappy retort from Umi's lips,

"Shut up! Shouldn't you be in bed by now, you have practice in the morning."

Ren raised an eyebrow at Umi before blowing a kiss her way, "as you wish."

He left silently before Umiko laid dramatically on her own bed. If had been anyone other then Ren, Umi would have lost her crap.

Momo closed her book, the cover reading 'Macbeth'. She sat up in her bed, a baby pink night gown falling loosely below her knees.

"Umi, are you okay?" her voice was soft and calming but Umiko's frustration only peeked,

"No off topic questions. You're gone with Mikaze and his minions all day tomorrow, you need to put a cork in it and sleep."

With a final harsh bidding, Umiko reached up and flicked off the bedroom lights.