"Why are we here?" Sho drawled out apprehensively, as he looked up at the back of the lit LME office building in the night sky. His manager pulled into the nearest empty parking space, and brought the car to a standstill. Turning the engine off, she turned to her charge and sighed.

"Well I can't seem to get in touch with Yashiro Yukihito. Apparently they are quite tight with security involving numbers, and since I can't leave him a message about this topic, we're here. I heard he sometimes works from the office, and I still need to talk to him."

"Yashiro Yukihito? Who?" The musician asked, although not really caring now that he knew it was some name he didn't know. He folded his arms behind his head, and leaned back to rest. Management duties were always dead boring to him.

"That's the manager of the man you got into a bet with…"

Sho looked across at her before his eyes fell. "Oh…"

Ever since she had brought him down to earth in the studios, the music icon had become much more even-tempered about the thought of the two LME actors. He no longer laughed heartily at Tsuruga's expense when he overheard the rumors, and she caught him staring at his cell phone, verbally debating himself whether to call her. Regret was a new emotion in the limited expressions she'd seen Fuwa Sho have during her management career, especially for it to last as long as it had been in the teenage star.

He went to reach for the car handle, but she hurriedly grabbed his shoulder.

"This is still LME territory Sho. It's best if you're not seen walking around the building. Curious rumors may start. I'll go in by myself and get this all cleared up." Her disposition to her charge had long since calmed, since she had snapped at him a couple days ago. She wanted to show she was still on his side, though Kyoko had seemed like a nice girl.

He surprised her as he pulled back from the door, and nodded in understanding. She was expecting an argument. Normally he fought over things like this. He'd usually say something like "I can handle my own problems!" or "Why do I have to wait here?" The sudden maturity on his part made her worry more.

Once sure of his agreement, Shoko gathered her purse, and left her keys in the engine for him. Opening the door, she turned back to the young man sitting in the passenger side.

"Turn on the radio if you want. I shouldn't be long."

He closed his eyes and made a vague sound of acceptance. Shoko shut the car door behind her, and turned to enter the building.

Sho could hear her heels grow fainter on the sound of cement. He rolled over and tried to get comfortable on the plush leather seat. Typically he could fall asleep wherever he was. The dead of night was when he wrote his best lyrics, and during the day he was always being touted off for a performance, a recording, or just some publicity work. Any moment to grab some rest was generally a welcome one. The problem was that sleep hadn't been coming easily.

Kyoko fell onto the expansive bed, tears in her eyes. Her hair was long and black, pulled back into the ponytail she was required to wear while working at the hamburger restaurant. Her work skirt was partially ripped, and the employee hat sat askew on top of her head.

The tall looming man approached the girl with a predatory grin. His hands reached towards her, fingers wriggling in anticipation. She grasped her vest together in protection, as she turned her head away from the dangerous senpai.

"No! Sho, save me!"

Tsuruga sat on the bed, and took a hold of the thrashing girl's waist. Pulling her close to him, he ignored her pleas and laid her down on the bed beneath him. The man turned back, to look at the invisible man behind. Ren's eyes flickered red, and his tongue lashed like a snake.

"Thankssss Fuwa-ssssan…"

The room went black, as he heard her piercing cry.

"No!" Sho jumped up from the chair, gasping for air. He looked around wildly, taking in the stylish automobile's surroundings.

"A dream…just a dream…" He clenched at his long sleeved t-shirt, trying to calm his beating heart. The guilt started to eat at him, as the dream replayed in his mind.

"He wouldn't do that…he may be a pretty boy bum with long legs and a small face and number one in the rankings of most attractive celebrity but he…wouldn't…Kyoko…bed" He clenched his teeth as the thought invaded his mind.

"Oh Ren-sama…We musn't! I want to save myself for my wedding day, since my first kiss was taken from me…" Kyoko the blond angel laid in the expansive bed. Her outfit fanned around her body as it had in the video, white as a virgin, but her eyes remained rich amber.

A large hand sat on her shoulder, and slipped the material off. The actor exposed the ivory skin, and kissed it lightly.

"My princess Kyoko-chan, I promise to be your new prince." Ren smiled at her with a predatory charm. She turned her head and blushed lightly.

"Oh Ren-sama…"

"NO WAY IN HELL!" The musician cried, shaking the resting birds around the nearby vicinity into flight. He started punching the dashboard of his manager's car, trying to release the sudden rage. His knuckles grew red as the leather interior started to relent under his furious assault.

"She wouldn't do that! He wouldn't do that! Why the hell did I make that stupid bet! DAMN IT!"

A rapping on the windshield made him stop in mid-punch. Looking through the corner of his eye, a bright pink jumpsuit captured his attention immediately.

She wore that hideous outfit at the Prisoner video!

He turned his head slowly, taking in the girl's cute visage, tall thin body, and attractive straight long black hair. Her irritated face stared back at him through the car window. Stunned, Sho pressed the passenger door control panel to roll down the window.

"Look kid, you're being too loud. I've been asked to tell you to cut it out, so shut up and wait for your parents like a good boy." Her voice was deadpan, and to the point.

Once she relayed her message, the fashion blight of a girl turned around, and left Sho bewildered. Her face looked so familiar, but he couldn't place it in his mind. He rewound his memories like a tape. Kyoko wore that pink trash bag once, before the video shoot. He had talked to his manager, about the actress that looked like Kyoko. He sat on a couch, flipping through the soda commercial that caught his attention….

Sho stumbled out of the car, slamming the door. He caught the girl's pink pant leg turning a corner, and took off after her.

"Wait, wait! You're that girl from the Kyurara commercial."

The girl didn't pause. Instead she sped up faster, walking through one of the LME employee entrances.

"Sorry, I don't sign photographs outside of publicity events."

Grabbing her arm, the musician pulled her back. She tumbled back, but caught herself before she fell. "Hey, get off of me!" Turning around, Kanae whipped her hand and struck it across Sho's pretty face.

He pulled back immediately, rubbing his cheek.

"Ow, what the hell was that for?" Sho mumbled, looking at the girl as if she were crazy.

Kanae stared at her stalker for the first time. His bright blond hair and ripped blue jeans reminded her of someone. Taking a closer peek, she tilted her head to get a better glimpse of his face.

"You're…Fuwa Sho?"

"Yeah…" the teenage boy muttered, still massaging the bright red mark across his face.

"Oh…well, you deserve it then." Kanae said with a note of unashamed finality. She turned and went back to walking.

"Wait..what?" The musician asked, confused. "I just need to talk to you." He was starting to like this chick less and less.

"You grabbed me like you knew me. I don't like pretty boys who act as if they know me." Sho had thought she was cute, but her personality was like a bath of ice water. He pulled back at her insult. "I also know what you did to Kyoko."

"Are you her friend?" Sho asked surprised, casting the acknowledgement that the girl knew one of his darker secrets into the back of his mind. Kyoko was never the type to have friends, especially female ones.

The raven-haired beauty paused in mid-step. "…She's..well…Ah mo! I don't owe you any answers. Leave me alone." She pivoted into a fire-escape stairwell, trying to knock the persistence celebrity off her tail. Instead, he just followed her into the small cement covered room, and ran up the stairs after her.

"I just want to know if she's been acting strange. If Tsuruga Ren has been after her! If you're her friend, I'm sure she's told you. We've been friends since we were kids, and I'm worried about her."

A vein throbbed in the actress's temple. The fact that she knew nothing pissed her off almost more than the fact this guy could call himself as her friend. As if he on the same level she was with the small, eccentric actress. She whirled around on him.

"Why would you care? Didn't you throw her away?"

"Well, I..uh…"

Sho was saved a response as the sound of his angry manger's voice rang through the narrow, corporate staircase.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK! A GIRL IS NOT A PRIZE TO BE WON! YOU CALL TSURUGA AND TELL HIM THAT THIS STUPID BET IS OVER. SHO DOESN'T WANT HIM GOING AFTER KYOKO ANYMORE, AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE PUSHING TSURUGA ALONG TO USE THAT GIRL TO FIX HIS STUPID TABLOID PROBLEM!"

I wasn't planning on stopping here, but I didn't want people to think I gave up on this fanfiction when I leave for a couple days. Usually I post every day, so I figured I'd just break this day into 3 parts.