Star Two: Shiroi Hikari
"Dammit! Argghhh... Fuck this, FUCK THIS." He slammed his finger harshly onto the delete button on his laptop keyboard, deleting the entire line of song he had just been writing.
This mother fucking day couldn't get any mother fucking worse, could it?
He snapped the laptop shut with a jerk of his hands, before flinching and cursing, looking down at the black polish and segment of nail that had been pulled off by the harsh movement of the laptop back.
"Oh, well that's just great, isn't it? Just perfect. Freaking perfect!" He leaned his head back slipping the thick, black-rimmed glasses from his nose and rubbing the bridge with his fingers. He finally got a little bit of downtime, and he couldn't seem to make anything productive out of it. He felt frustration well up within his chest once more as he shoved his laptop into the messenger back by his feet, pushing himself up and hauling the bag over his shoulder with a dismal sigh.
A woman from nearby, also on a laptop, lifted her head and raised a brow at him, fixing her own wireframe glasses slightly and raising a brow.
"You leaving so early, Yuusuke?" She asked blankly, to which the male sighed in frustration.
"Yeah, I can't get anything done here. I'm gonna go home, stuff my face, booze up, and see if I can make myself write something that's not complete garbage." He spoke in an offhand manner, moving off toward the door with a roll of his eyes. He didn't bother saying goodbye to his agent, who watched with pursed lips as he slammed the door to the small room shut, and marched off down the hallway, onto the elevator, and down through the front doors of the studio, and then finally outside.
Life was just being a bitch to him lately... A real, mother-fucking bitch.
He knew that everything was striking him so badly because he felt so pent up. He didn't know what he was supposed to do about it, though!
Everything just kept stacking up, and stacking up.
He'd spent all day working on a music video, trying to organize local concert events, toiling at coming up with some new song– some new beat to hypnotize the masses! ... and none of it was working out very well.
Some light or something kept bugging out while they were shooting, so they had to retry, and retry, and then eventually just quit. The concert events were clashing over one another, and he couldn't reorganize them, but he certainly couldn't be singing at one place, singing at another, and signing autographs at the same time, right?
"I'm not that amazing..." He muttered to himself, slipping into his car and chucking his bag into the passenger seat with a snort.
He sat there for a moment, contemplating over life in a very bitter manner. Pulling down the rearview mirror, he took a moment to glance himself over. His eyeliner was still in place, his lip piercing wasn't swollen anymore from last night with Ayu, his hair was neatly swept back on one side, the other slightly longer and messily covering his eyebrow and one eye... He looked fine, really...
But the thought of Ayu made him frown, and he pulled out his phone to check it. He kept it off in the studio, because cellphones could mess horribly with the sound equipment.
He turned it on, and had three text messages from Ayu.
7:45am AYU
: hey yuusuke. last night was great. youre amazing. c u 2night?
9:30am AYU
wtf rnt u answering my txts? call me!
2:30pm AYU
ugh. plz call me!
Yuusuke shut his eyes and leaned his head back.
He'd hooked up with this chick two days ago, and they had sex last night.
He could only wonder if it was sad he was already sick of her?
He didn't want to fuck her again.
Why would he?
It was all... the fucking... same.
Yuusuke was a nymphomaniac, and he knew it. He'd proudly admit to it, and he wasn't ashamed in the slightest.
He liked sex.
He REALLY fucking liked sex.
He'd been around a lot, and the whole scene was just getting... monotonous to him.
How many girls did you have to fuck before it all started feeling the same?
He'd done girls with big tits, little tits, big asses, small asses, kinky chicks, shy chicks, just plain old weird chicks, older chicks, younger chicks, famous chicks and non famous chicks.
... and he broke up with them after no more than a week, and no less than a day.
Women got on his nerves. He could never keep himself patient with a woman long enough to make anything last. They were naggy, bitchy, and most of them just wanted in his pants because he was famous. It wasn't as though he minded... He'd used that fact to bag many-a-chick before... But now it was just thinning out into a thin line of boredom.
He clicked reply to Ayu's text message, and began to type slowly, biting his lipring as he spilled the words he knew so well, like the back of his hand.
TEXT REPLY
Ayu. Hey, I'm just not feelin' it anymore. I think it's over. Sorry, babe.
He clicked send, shut his phone, and threw it to the other side of his car, ignoring the reply sound of her sending a message back, and continuing along his way.
He used his free hand to pop in some CD, and let the loud music slam through the car and against his eardrums.
Velvet, by Alice Nine, thrummed through his senses, and he closed his eyes, listening to the familiar lyrics, and singing softly along.
He'd only met them once before, but it was something he'd never forget. In some ways, it brought him down a tad. He felt inferior to a great degree to them.
He was just a solo artist.
He didn't have a 'band.'
He wrote all of his own lyrics.
He'd never toured outside of Japan.
He rubbed his own forehead once more, knowing he must be bruising himself or something with all of the ferocious movements of his fingertips on the bridge of his nose.
"Why the hell do I even keep trying..? Nothing's gonna get better... Everything sucks. This all sucks. I fucking... Ugh... Dammit..."
He jerked out of his pity party when his phone started ringing. The tone wasn't for just anyone, though... Sighing, he snatched up his phone and flipped it open.
"Hey Edmond. What's up?" He asked in an offhand manner, as a chuckle reached his ear from the other line.
The familiar British accented voice of his butler, Edmond, followed shortly, "Hey... Did you dump another one?" He asked with another soft laugh.
"Ugh, God... Yeah... What, did she call?" He asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah, she did... She was pretty pissed off, too... She told me to tell you that you can't just get off with a fuck and run with her." He said, smile obvious within his voice.
Yuusuke snarled softly, "Stop sounding so goddamn happy about it... Aghh, goddammit... I'm gonna have to change my number again, aren't I?" He asked with a weary sigh, stopping at a stoplight and propping his knee up on the steering wheel in a distracted fashion.
"Probably... She sounded pretty serious. Hey, are you on your way home, then?" He asked with a chuckle, the sounds of him moving around coming to Yuusuke from the other line.
"Huh? Yeah, I'll be back in just a little bit. Man... Make me some food. I'm gonna eat and booze up when I get home." He said wearily.
"Uhm... Well, there's only one bottle left, so I'm not sure if you can really booze up now..." Edmond said blankly, the sound of the refrigerator closing with a snap.
"God damn it... That's just great. Mother fucking great... I'll stop and get some on my way home, then... I need it... Fuck... I need some damn tobacco, too..." He shook his head, "I'll be home later."
"Right-o. I'll see you when you get here. Later." He said blankly.
"Yeah, yeah... Later." Said Yuusuke in an offhand manner, clicking his phone shut and sitting it down in the cup holder with a bitter and resigned sigh.
"To the store, I guess... Dammit, they'd better not fucking recognize me... Hopefully it's some old lady, or something." He wrinkled his nose slightly, before pulling up to the curb near a small convenience store.
He made his way inside, examining the stacks of merchandise, before heading off toward the back where he was sure the alcoholic drinks were. He reached into his pocket, slipping off his black rimmed glasses and slipping on some thin shades to hopefully bring recognition down to a minimum.
As he passed the magazine stand, he cast a curious look over it, before frowning and picking up a magazine he'd never read before, looking at the model on the front.
"Damn... She's hot..." He muttered, examining the angel face on the front of the magazine in his hands. The model's emerald gaze was intense enough to cause Yuusuke to have to look away for a moment, frown softly upon his lips before looking back, and pulling his shades down to the end of his nose. Quickly, he glanced around the cover for this red-head's name, but only found the title of an article inside, "Shedding light on La Nuit!"
Yuusuke snorted, and then took the magazine under his arm while he went and bought his alcohol and cigarettes.
Everything went smoothly enough for him, and even though the cashier wasn't an old woman, he still didn't recognize him. The male slipped back into his car, throwing the paper bag with his purchases to the side and flipping open the magazine to browse for more pictures of the model on the front cover.
She was posing for a jeans ad in one shot, and in another, she was wearing an attractive black hat with leopard trim, and an outfit to match... Complete with shorty-shorts that showed off her amazing legs. Yuusuke let out a low whistle, raising one brow as he switched from his shades to his glasses once more.
"Fuck... How come I never heard of this chick..?" He asked, looking her over once more before throwing the magazine to the side with a sigh and pulling out.
"Not like she'd be any different from the rest of them... What the hell am I even thinking about it for? I should go cold turkey on sex or something... but I think my dick would kill me in my sleep... God, what the fuck am I doing..? I'm talking to myself... That's what...
"You know what, Yuusuke... You're a real fuck up." He said to himself softly, shaking his head before rounding a corner and looking toward the green light right ahead.
He glanced down, frustrated with the CD in his player at the moment, and fiddling with the selection on his changer before snorting and looking back up as new music blasted through his car.
His chocolate eyes widened as he saw the stunned look of the person on the crosswalk before himself. The light had changed. He was...
"HOLY SHIT!" He yelled, slamming as hard as he could onto the brakes as he watched his own car careen closer and closer to the person before himself.