Chapter 2: Autograph Signings, Lives, and Misaki is Definitely not a closet-fanboy.
"Megane" – Normal speech
Megane – Thoughts
"Megane" – Fangirls
[Megane] – Someone else singing
"Megane" – Guess.
[Megane] – Guess again XDD
Day 2. 11:25 am
Saotome Records Show Room, Shizume Branch
Light chatter filled the air as the crowd of people conversed with one another in exited voices. Several stalls were set up around the spacious room, each selling merchandise of all kinds from CD's to posters to Key chains depicting no less that one member of the popular idol group: STARISH.
The stalls were selling out fast, the number of people not dwindling at all –increasing, even—, but the heart of the crowd was obviously situated in one place: a rather dense line of excited teen and college-age girls (and some boys) situated on one side farthest from the entrance.
"Kyaaa!"
"Tokiyaaa!"
"Hurry up please! My turn! My turn!"
"Hey, don't you think he looks a kinda different?"
"Eh? I don't notice anything strange—"
"If anything, he looks kinda cooler~"
"I think he looks kinda cuter!"
"Ooh I just wanna stay and stare at him forever!"
"Agreed!"
"But I wanna hear him sing!"
"THANK YOU!"
"Aaah Tokiya-sama I bought all your Albums!'
"Can I shake your hand?"
"Do you think they'll have an event here later?"
"But the concert is still a week away!"
"Then like a sample or something?"
"Tokiya-samaaaa"
Sign, shake hands, smile for the camera, repeat.
If they talk, pretend to listen. If they expect a reply, just say whatever.
"Thank you very much" Fushimi Saruhiko stated politely, handing back whatever item was brought before him along with the traditional signature board, his smile uncharacteristically charming, fake as it may be.
He'd been completely stripped off his rights as an individual in the three hours it took to get him where he was; forced to strip, do hair and make-up, and then acting rehearsal just to do what he's doing now.
This is work. This is work. Captain can go fuck himself. This is work.
Fortunately though, he didn't need to suffer through a lot, and so far his job was proving to be not as bad as he first thought. The small talk and squealing can be a bit annoying, sure, and the guys a bit disturbing, but thank heavens for the 30-second rule.
"TOKIYAA!" an high-pitched voice called out, instantly causing an uproar in the crowd when a head of bright red hair squeezed through the crowd, waving at him.
Saruhiko felt a brow twitch as his fake smile became more forced. He recognized this redhead as another member of the Idol group he was currently part of. I think his name was…
"Ittoki-san" he greeted. Even for him, three hours isn't enough time to learn much about another person, and he wonders if he'll get found out. Tch. That'd be a lot of trouble. He subtly tried to search through the crowd for a sign of pink hair. Where is that Producer when you need her?
Ittoki Otoya pauses in front of him, confusion entering his eyes before it instantly disappears. "Tokiya, are you alright? Have you been eating right? You look like you lost some weight! You're not working too hard are you?" the redhead began to worry, poking him in the ribs and then the cheek.
The raven sweatdropped. Is he an idiot?
As it turns out, Saruhiko and 'Ichinose Tokiya' could practically be twins. No one could do anything about his weight, sure, but a slight make-over and a darker shade of contact lenses (prescription, because apparently the "Megane-look" wasn't supposed to be released to the public until next month) was just about all it took and absolutely no one suspected a thing.
"Did I? I didn't notice. But anyway, I'm in the middle of something here, so can you please step aside for a while?" he stated blandly, tugging the intrusive hand away and trying to keep his voice casua;.
Otoya pouted for a moment, and Saruhiko couldn't help but see a shadow of a puppy with droopy ears at this. "OH! Right… ah, sorry everyone" he apologized, flashing an incredibly familiar grin at the line, to which the entire swooned.
"KYAAA! I didn't now Otoya will be here too!"
"Is the rest of STARISH here? Where's Natsuki?"
"Masato-ouji!"
"What are you all saying? Didn't you come here for Tokiya?"
"If you're looking for someone else then go see them instead! I wanted a ticket for Tokiya-sama!"
"Yeah!"
"But STARISH!"
The boys couldn't help but sweatdrop at the sudden commotion as the crowd divided itself in half, battling over how Tokiya's event should be Tokiya's alone and unfaithful fangirls. Saruhiko could feel a headache coming on…
And then…
"Hey everyone!" Otoya's voice, high as it may be, managed to catch everyone's attention, followed by his ever-so-blinding smile. He looks at Saruhiko, who everyone still thinks is Tokiya, and winks.
The raven could only feel the dread pooling in the pit of his stomach as the redhead opened his lips and…
"My Heart is Burning …And SingingBut why?
A painted Future, this sky is soaring"
Red eyes met blue, and Saruhiko could feel every inch of his body straining to either run away as far and as fast as possible or slaughtering his Captain the first chance he gets.
"Oh My God ARE THEY GONNA SING?"
"KYAAAA I'M SO HAPPY I CAME!"
"TOKIYA-SAMA! OTOYA-SAMA! KYAAAA"
He does NOT sing!
A worried expression crosses over Otoya's face when 'Tokiya' did nothing, perhaps wondering if he made a bad decision. But the crowd was roaring now and the promise of a live performance was the only thing keeping the hoard of now rabbid fangirls (and boys) from eating them alive…
No. Saruhiko thought, face stern as he tried to ignore the world, standing up in an attempt to leave and also trying to ignore the sudden rise in the crowd's intensity.
"Can I Fly The Sky?"
No way. He was now out of the chair.
"HEY, he just sung Tokiya-sama's part!"
"RECOORDEEERR!"
"Why isn't Tokiya singing?"
"Who cares!"
"He's gonna sing that song solo?"
"THIS IS TOKIYA-SAMA'S CONCERT YOU KNOW!"
This wasn't in Scepter 4's the job description. Around the corner of the table now and his head was already throbbing. He could not see the pleading, stricken look on his disguise's teammate's face. No sir ee.
"Can I Get the True Dream?"
'Tokiyaaaaaaa'the redhead mouthed, looking rather desperate as the crowd began seeping out a hostile aura, all the guards coming round but are still not quite enough to quell the brewing chaos as flames erupted within the crowd of fans.
Saruhiko doesn't notice it. He's got nothing to do with it. He was a foot around now, almost there...
"WHAT? TOKIYA'S GONNA SING LIVE? NOW? WHERE?"
He froze.
…
…
…
He knowsthat voice.
"KAMAMOTO HURRY THE FUCK UP OR I'M LEAVING YOU DAMMIT!"
[Let's make a bet!]
He practically screamed, blood pounding in his ears as he saw a familiar head of chestnut-brown hair wrestle through the crowd, just as everyone went wild.
He doesn't notice Otoya's blinding smile at the hint of cooperation or the fact his voice might give him away…
A deadly grin stretched his face.
"Risk Everything!"
Thankfully he was made to listen to some songs beforehand, annoying as they were.
[It's becoming so hot that my heart hurts!]
He sings, even though it wasn't his disguise's line, but Otoya didn't seem to mind much, just grinning as he continued to sing along.
They didn't even blink when someone handed them both a microphone, opting to perform a show with flailing hands and moving hips.
"It's not a bad feeling, though. I'll make you understand!"
I won't hand over these feelings!
And the crowd went wild, but no one suspected a thing.
And Misaki was practically roaring along with them.
Growing up! Hurrying towards a dream!
We'll search for an irreplaceable tomorrow!
[Feelings that make me want a smile to bloom]
"Believe in me" [and then you'll see!] I promise you!
Raise the future! The roulette game's beginning to turn! Red of black, which do you choose?
"We'll play" [this song of fate!]
We won't lose! Rivals song
Misaki was staring at him, his caramel eyes practically sparkling, and Saruhiko could barely keep a manic grin from splitting his face at that. "Mi—"
He froze.
An arm snaked over his shoulders as Otoya brought him forward, mike up to his lips. "I'm really sorry for coming uninvited, but I had some free time and just wanted to see how Tokiya was doing. But please remember, even with our individual jobs, STARISH is always united!" he explained still with his bright smile, looking genuinely sheepish. "Right Tokiya?"
Saruhiko barely heard him, nodding reflexively for show.
Tokiya. STARISH.
Misaki…
He barely noticed when the Producer, Miss Nanami, came to apologize to the crowd and drag the redhead away, glancing worriedly at him before she left. "Uhm, that was a really good performance Fu—, ah, Ichinose-san" she assured with a smile.
He didn't really care, mechanically sitting back down before his autograph booth again while the guards attempted to bring order to the fans.
"Ha…" a smirk stretched his lips, hands automatically going back to the earlier routine of signing albums and shirts and autograph boards. "Hahaha…" he chuckled softly, confusing a few people, but he ignored it. Ignored the worried stares from his guards or the confused ones from the fans.
And then, a familiar hand dropped into his view clutching what he recalled was his disguise's latest album along with a rolled up poster, and a near-hysteric laughter erupted from his stomach. Everyone stared with bated breath until after he calmed down –which was, thankfully, only a second later.
Saruhiko cleared his throat, flashing the most charming smile he could muster. "I'm sorry, I just remembered something" He rested his chin on a closed fist, staring at the brunette in front of him with mischief in his eyes. Will you notice, I wonder…
The brunette's face reddened –but not in anger like it always did with the raven. No, this –along with eyes looking just about anywhere but at him, the teen shrinking ever so slightly into himself, Saruhiko noted amusedly— was exactly the type of reaction his Misaki had whenever he found himself even in the mere presence of a girl.
And he doesn't suspect a thing! Saruhiko almost exploded again at this, but managed to compose himself. "Gift for your girlfriend?" he feigned curiosity, signing the items as he watched for the brunette's reaction. The line was still long and some fans at the back were becoming rather impatient, but he didn't care. The 30 second rule doesn't apply to Misaki. The whole of 3 hours isn't enough for Misaki.
Predictably, the already blushing brunette's face reddened at that, turning more sheepish as he opened his lips, not quite finding his voice. "G-Girl… I don't… I mean uhm…I-I-I"
"Hmm?" Saruhiko hummed, eyes twinkling in amusement. "No girlfriend? Such a waste don't you think?"
Behind him, some girls stood in shock.
"Tokiya-sama talked to him!"
"WHAT?"
"Who is he?"
"What's taking so long?"
"Is he gay?"
Misaki visibly stiffened, probably hearing the whispered voices, but as 98% of the people behind him were of the fairer gender, he couldn't muster up the strength to retaliate, instead silently taking the signed items and trying (failing) to walk out with dignity.
"Y-Yata…san…?" Kamamoto asked cautiously, following closely behind him.
Saruhiko watched him go, barely concealed irritation in his eyes as he noted his Misaki's stiff posture. He almost snapped at the next fan in line if he didn't remember he was doing a job. Still, he made a point to accidentally break the CD case of the poor girl whom he noticed just couldn't keep her mouth shut.
He smiled sweetly at her face –almost in tears— with a (fake) apology as he sent her on her way.
And then he felt it.
A strange sort of presence, he couldn't tell where from, but it definitely wasn't good news. Still, it vanished soon afterwards and he didn't have the slightest clue as to the source. I have to file this, and take caution. He was, after all, working as bait for a certain crazy strain girl with a troublesome power who probably watched too many horror films along the way.
"Tch"
At least he'd be seeing Misaki later. The thought brightened up his day.
Day 2. 11:30 am
On the Way to Bar HOMRA
"What? No one's ever seen a Fanboy before or something?" Yata Misaki complained, out of earshot of the better part of the crowd, stomping angrily through the streets, Kamamoto barely catching up to his heels.
"Y-Yata-san! Please slow down!" the tan blond pleaded, hugging a big bag of STAR*buns his arms.
Ring ring, went the bells on HOMRA's front door, and Kusanagi Izumo immediately greeted them with a slight wave. "Yo, Yata-chan, back so soon? How'd it go?"
The brunette didn't reply until he was seated at the bar, planting his forehead, again, on the wooden table.
Totsuka Tatara, seated not too far away from him, wondered at this. "Not too good?" he asked.
"…"
"Y-Yata-san?"
Silence…
And then…
"…TOKIYA TALKED TO ME!" Yata exclaimed, shocking the others, face splitting into a huge grin as he practically leaped off his seat. "AND HE SANG LIVE! OH THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH TOTSUKA-SAAAN!" he cried, shaking the older brunette's hands.
Tatara stared at him, confounded for a moment, before smiling. "Looks like it went well" was all he could say as the Vanguard instantly went on an excited rant about the Event, the people, Otoya being there, Tokiya singing live, Tokiya talking to him, and Tokiya in general that no one was able to get a word in, and the Crow himself not even caring if anyone was actually listening to him. "And then…"
"He really is a fanboy huh?" Kusanagi managed to whisper, coming closer to his kohai. "Doesn't even try ta hide it."
Tatara nodded in response, smile possibly glowing. "And to think his idol could possibly be Fushimi in disguise" the brunette whispered back, his eyes sparkling. "You know, like in a Shoujo Manga? I wonder if something will develop! Oooh like the idol leaving his phone number on his autograph or something? And of course Yata wont refuse, and they'll meet, but Yata won't know it's actually just Fushimi in disguise, and Fushimi will use this and Yata being a fanboy to his advantage or something!"
"…" Kusanagi stared blankly, really wondering at his Kouhai's imagination as his words went in one ear and out the other. So Totsuka reads shoujo manga now? He gave the brunette a pat on the head, an exasperated smile on crossing his lips. "Yeah yeah."
"Aah Yata-san…?" Kamamoto finally called, causing all conversation to cease in favor of looking at him.
In his hands was Album Yata had carefully left along the bar before he went on his rant. The case was open, and he was inspecting the flap on the inside.
"KAMAMOTO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the Vanguard cried, swiping the case from the blond's hands and cradling it like one would a baby. "Don't just hold it like that! What if it breaks or smudges or something?"
Everyone sweatdropped.
"But Yata-san! Look!" The blond indicated, pointing at the spot he was just looking at, and Yata cautiously followed suit.
Tatara and Kusanagi joined in, peeking over the young brunette's shoulders.
Tatara's smile was practically blinding. And so was Yata's face.
Carefully printed in a small part of the inside flap of the CD case, in what could only be Ichinose Tokiya's cursive handwriting, were the words.
Shining Restaurant, Downtown Shizume. Meet me there 19:00 sharp.
Yata almost fainted.
SONG: Roulette (Tokiya/Otoya Duet)
And the craziness begins! XDD
Hey guys, sorry for neglecting my fics =_= (I'm still stuck on my Doujinshi craze right now, *w*) But heres chap 2 ^^ I'll try putting up K - Oni reeal soon I swear ^^
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