Hello! I'm sorry for the wait. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this story for a really long time and I don't like posting without direction. A lot of my fanfiction has been put on hold for this reason. This story is one I'm now confident in and will continue to write it for as long as I'm comfortable with what I've thought up thus far. Anyway, please do enjoy this chapter.

Together Again

KawaiixKisses

Timeless

Shoutaro

I can't tell you how many hours I spent brooding over Kyouko. No matter what I did my mind always went back to her and what had happened in Kyoto. She was taking over my thoughts and quite frankly it was starting piss me off. I wanted to talk her so badly that I'm actually embarrassed to admit it. Fuwa Sho was not desperate so no matter how badly I wanted to call her I would not ask around for her number. Looking back, my stubbornness to come out with how I felt was foolish. At the time I was mostly concerned about my image.

It's true that with Kyouko I could be myself a hundred percent. I didn't have to worry about her judging me or not thinking that I'm cool because she already knew the real me. There would be no fooling her so trying to put on my Fuwa Sho act for her would do me no good. Kyouko had always seen through me. With her I was safe. I was just too stupid to tell her myself. I didn't want to be the one to say it first. I wanted her to confess her feelings to me first before I allowed myself to be so vulnerable with her.

Kyouko however was probably feeling the same way. That or confused. I couldn't blame her for that though. Of course she wouldn't understand what was happening. Sure, she knew me best, but I had never acted that way towards her before. It was just irritating. I didn't want to work so hard for a woman. I had never done it before.

I had returned to work shortly after coming home from Kyoto. Shouko had told me that it was okay for me to take time off but I couldn't bare to be locked up in my apartment with my thoughts. I needed to be out in the world, living as I had before. Sitting alone wouldn't help me to get over anything I had been facing. Besides, I owed it to my fans. I didn't want to worry them. They were so devoted to me that sometimes it was a little scary, however I grateful nonetheless.

I sat in the studio one afternoon, drumming my pencil against a pad of paper. My band was playing on the other side of the room, guitars humming and the drums blaring. It was a catching tune, something I was sure I could make another club single to, something that would get people on their feet. The words simply weren't coming. I simply wasn't inspired. My mind only supplied me with thoughts and images of Kyouko and my mother. Writing about those two wouldn't make for a good party song, that was for sure. My hand began writing anyway, words flowing from my pencil and scribbling all over the note pad.

I stopped myself after a minute or so, looking down at what I had written. It was so sad and bitter – unlike anything I had ever written before. I wrote love songs before but this one was different from the others. This one felt more real, more like Fuwa Shoutaro and less like Fuwa Sho. I couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing at the time.

"Slow down the tempo," I said to them, waving my hand once.

The music stopped then started again, moving much slower than before.

"La dada dah dada dah dada dah dada…" I hummed softly, adding more words to what I had already written.

I found myself scribbling frantically as more and more thoughts filled my mind. I was so angry. So pissed. Pissed at Kyouko for ignoring me. Angry with my mother for leaving me behind. I realized that how I was feeling was unfair because I had ignored and left them behind first. I had pushed them away long before they had done the same to me. That didn't stop the flow of words however. I tore off the sheet and crumpled it up, earning myself a few questioning gazes from my band.

"Don't stop…" I said to them as I returned to the note pad.

Everything I had been feeling was coming out in the lyrics of the song. I wasn't sure where I was going with it and for once I wasn't concerned with it being a number one hit. I simply wanted it to be heard. I needed it to be heard. Secretly I wanted them all to see me, wanted Kyouko to see me. I wanted to put Fuwa Sho aside for a moment and allow the person I had been keeping locked up out for a bit.

"And I'm trying to find you…" I sang softly, scribbling the words down as they left my lips.

I bobbed my head in time to the beat, listening to the ups and downs in the music and fitting the words to it perfectly.

"You won't come back either…"

The words just kept flowing and flowing and in no time I had the first verse and the bridge in place. I wouldn't describe it was romantic and over dramatic as my other love songs went. I'm not sure I would describe it as a love song at all. It was just my feelings. My feelings about my mother and Kyouko. It went from sad and lonely to bitter and angry. I wasn't sure if it was something my fans would get, but it was worth a shot. I needed to know if Fuwa Shoutaro was accepted by my fans….by Kyouko. If not then the answer would be simple. I'd revert back to Fuwa Sho like the song never happened.

"No more sweet smiles…"

I could tell the band wasn't sure where I was taking it but they didn't stop. The words didn't seem to match the music but I was confident that after recording it everything would fall into place.

"Dreams hold bitter memories and I wonder what it's like..."

I was scratching out lines, rewriting them, adding them to different spots – my mind was completely absorbed in the song. My feelings were pouring out so strongly that I actually had to stop myself once or twice to look down at what I had written. This was definitely not the Fuwa Sho my fans were used to. This was not bubbly nor romantic in the normal since – it's romance was darker, sinister. The words were sarcastic in a way. It was almost as if I was mocking myself, contradicting previous thoughts and feelings and yet it all came together – at least to me it did.

I didn't bother to ask the band how they felt about the lyrics, not that I ever did, and stalked into the recording booth to test out the melody.

"Hikairu-san," I called to the guitarist as I opened the door to the booth. "Go into the other one and play the melody for me, I want to test the chorus."

The black haired woman nodded her heading, hopping from the stool as she made her way into the booth opposite of mine.

I watched her as she took her place on the stool behind the microphone and I did the same. The young woman lifted her red guitar and waited for me to signal to the producer that we were ready. I nodded my head and the round man who was in charge of producing my album and he quickly began to record us.

Kyouko

I was sure I wasn't the only one to notice it. Shoutaro had too many devoted fans for me to be the only person who recognized when his sound changed. I had been his biggest fan for the majority of his musical career, long before he had become a star. I knew the kinds of songs Shoutaro wrote and the themes he touched on frequently. This new piece was nothing like the man I had grown to know. At first I wasn't sure it was him. I thought it was another person copying his image like the Beagles had. However, the voice was just too close to Shoutaro's for it to not be him.

I was much later than most when it came to viewing the video however. I had been gone for a few weeks, shooting a movie in South Korea for my Asian debut when the single and MV came out. I was out of the loop for the first time and as I watched the video I couldn't help but feel even more distant from him than I ever had before.

Shoutaro was changing, that was for sure, and whether or not it was for the good or bad I was not certain. This new song was something unlike anything I had ever heard from him or any other artist for that matter. It was good, surprisingly so. Often time Shoutaro wrote of unrequited love and showcased and angsty part of himself in the MV and had always delivered. This MV however put the others to shame. Compared to this one he looked liked a second rate actor in the others whereas I could tell in this video his emotions were raw. This was Shoutaro. Not Fuwa Sho or Showa as his fans liked to refer to him as.

One thing I was positive was that no one else knew what the song was really about. For a long time I was in denial about it. I would not allow myself to believe that he had written that song in part for me. The song was about me. About us. About our unrequited love. It was the most genuine thing Shoutaro had ever written and his fans had picked up on it a while after I had.

Shoutaro was in love. His heart was broken. He was confused.

I did not allow myself to believe that all of those things were because of me. As far as I was concerned he and I lived separate lives. There was no reason for us to associate with each other outside of possible work, appearances and of course Oji-san. A part from all of that, there was nothing between us. There was nothing for us to talk about. Nothing for us to see each other for. I was determined to keep it that way as well. Whenever I could I would avoid events if I knew he would be attending and my presence wasn't needed for anything major.

Part of me knew that that song was his way of reaching out to me, of letting me know how he was feeling, and yet I could not bring myself to see him. Not after his album's launch party, not after the single's platinum declaration, not after the awards and press conferences. As far as I was concerned the song had nothing to do with me. Each time I saw his face on TV my heart tugged and it got to the point that I avoided watching TV all together. I didn't want to chance seeing those blue eyes of his that looked so sad nowadays.

I assured myself that this was only a phase – that after the promotion period for the single was over he would return to his usual Fuwa Sho self. I was right, however it took a while longer than I would have liked.

It was the first week in May and I was scheduled to make an appearance at the MTV Japan awards. I was not an artist so I couldn't see why they felt that I should present an award of any kind. I wouldn't have minded though had there not been a chance that Shoutaro would win the award. His song was a lot better and more popular than the others that were nominated for the award. I knew it, I was sure Shoutaro knew it and so did everyone else. Shoutaro was dominating that night, sweeping up award after award for his other singles that had been released earlier in the year. It would be no surprise to anyone if he won this award as well.

I sat in my dressing room backstage, the hair stylist sweeping my copper hair up in a ponytail before letting it drop down my shoulders. She ran her hand through it, rubbing my scalp a little and smiling at me in the mirror.

"Are you excited?" she asked me.

I returned her smile and avoided nodding my head.

"Hn. I like award shows. I was a little surprised when my manager told me they wanted me to present."

The older woman continued to smile. She wasn't that old, maybe in her mid-twenties or so, but she was still older than me.

"Must be easy since you're a celebrity…" she said offhandedly, adding a few loose curls to the back of my head.

"Hmm, what must be easy?"

"Meeting famous people. I always get so nervous even thought I've been in the profession for a long time," she answered me, setting down the curling iron and sweeping my hair up again.

I stared at her through the mirror. She was right in a sense. I wasn't as star struck as I used to be when I had first begun working in the industry. Now I saw everyone and while I was excited to meet them, I didn't fall all over myself like I used to. It was normal to me now.

"I get nervous too sometimes depending on who it is," I told her honestly.

She kissed her teeth. "You always seem so at ease with Tsuruga Ren."

I smiled. "He's my senpai."

"Some people are saying that you two are –"

A quick knock sounded at the door before it was pushed open.

"5 minutes until we need Kyouko backstage," one of the producers said.

The stylist nodded and the conversation between us ended. She pinned my hair up and I quickly hurried back to my spot behind the stage. The producer counted down and it wasn't long before I was hurried out and onto the stage where hundreds of people were watching me in the crowd and a million at home.

I smiled pleasantly at everyone as I walked to the center to the stage. There were cheers and claps from the audience and screams of adoration from those who loved me. I was wearing a navy blue chiffon mini dress with missing sleeves. On my feet were a pair of nude platforms that made me a few inches taller and succeeded in making my legs look impossibly long. I could see myself in the screen at the back of the auditorium.

"Since the dawn of time, men have been writing songs in hopes of wooing the women their hearts had grown attached to," I said into the microphone I was given backstage, a smile still present on my lips. "Of course that was when chivalry had not yet been deceased. These men however have not gotten the memo and are still singing the women they love. The nominees for 'Best Love Song by a Male are'…"

I turned from the crowd to look up at the screen where clips from music videos began playing.

"'Can't Wait for Tomorrow' – Asumiko Jun. 'Sun-kissed' – Fujimara Kumiru. 'Anata wo' – Yunoie. 'Timeless' Fuwa Sho. 'Hard To Give Up' – Yamanda Sai. Best Love Song by a Male," the voice from the screen listed the nominees, parts of their songs playing when their names were called.

The attention turned back to me as I began opening the red card in my hand. "The MTV award for 'Best Love Song by a Male' goes to….Fuwa Sho – 'Timeless'."

The crowed cheered and Shoutaro's video began playing in the background. People stood up from their seats and clapped loudly for him as he made his way down from the second row and onto the stage to accept his award. He was wearing a pair of white dress pants and a matching unbuttoned blazer with a black v-neck tucked neatly into his pants. Around his neck was a necklace I recognized to be his mother's – he probably took it from the Kyoto before he left. His hair was it's usual blond perfect mayhem and his clear blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark shades.

Even though his eyes were hidden I could tell he was looking at me. Intensely too. Goosebumps rose on my skin as he took the moon-man from me, his fingers casually brushing against mine. He said nothing at first and for a moment I wondered why until I realized he was waiting on me to hand him the microphone. I blushed out of embarrassment and awkwardly handed it to him, our fingers meeting yet again.

"Wow. First, I want to thank God and my fans for allowing me the opportunity to be here with you all tonight," he started off, looking down at his fourth moon-man of the night. "Of course I also want to thank the woman who inspired me to write the song in the first place. Without her the song wouldn't exist."

The audience awed him and I simply looked down at my feet. I couldn't bare the idea of looking at him now, however I could feel his eyes burning into my shoulder. I bit my tongue. Music began pumping into the auditorium and I followed him – as casually as I could – backstage. We walked in silence for what seemed like hours and surprisingly it was me who spoke first.

"Congratulations on tonight's victory," I said to him, trying to be as friendly as I could while keeping my voice low.

Shoutaro didn't say anything to me; he only kept walking in silence towards his dressing room. I stopped and watched as he continued on without me. My heart hammered in my chest as I watched him go and for a long while I stood there wanting to go after him. As much as I lied to everyone I couldn't lie to myself, although I had tried. I loved Shoutaro. Still. No other man could replace him it seemed. Even though everything had been so messed up between us I still had these insane feelings for him and I couldn't understand why. It wasn't making any sense. I knew that I wouldn't hate Shoutaro forever, but I hadn't expected to be in love with him still. I didn't want to be in love with a guy like Shoutaro but my heart didn't feel the need to listen to my brain. So I did what I had to do to forget about my heart's desire for Shoutaro because that was a wish that would never come true no matter how many shooting stars I prayed on. I had to find another. A decoy. A stand in.

XXX

Timeless

So far away

Where are you now?

Lost is today

I don't know how

To come back home

And I'm trying to find you

But I don't know what to say

What should I do?

I'm trapped in yesterday

Timeless, oh timeless

I'm trapped in this mess

Timeless, oh timeless

I probably deserve it (for what I've done)

You won't come back either

You wouldn't dare

Said I don't love you, you said you don't neither

Well I don't care

Timeless, oh timeless

Shoutaro

The tabloids had a field day exploiting Kyouko and my relationship or lack there of. Ever since Kyouko had told the truth about our past the public was eager to see us together doing anything. It was popular amongst younger fans that we should be a couple. Shoko, Fuwagami, Kyousho – just a few of the combination of names they had come up with to refer to us as. On one of my lazier days I found a few websites dedicated to our relationship. There were pictures of us all over it, some real, and some photoshopped to look real. Any other time I wouldn't have paid attention to the rumor unless it was with someone equally famous who would boost my reputation. Kyouko was probably just as famous as I was at the point and it was obvious that this would bring a lot of publicity for my new album but that didn't change the way I felt.

I didn't want the tabloids in our personal lives. Kyouko wasn't just some random celebrity who I was only mildly interested in. She wasn't someone I thought would look good on my arm at an awards show. Kyouko was unlike any of those other women. I was slowly becoming more and more irritated by the entire situation between Kyouko and myself.

I wondered what would have happened had things been different – had I been different. We would have probably ended up together like my parents so desperately wanted, like I had so desperately not wanted. I would havegrown even more attached to her as time went on. However, it was because of the way things played out that these feelings began to develop. It was because I pushed her away that she changed into the person I could not forget. She was someone that no matter how hard I tried I could not stop thinking about. Kyouko would always be apart of me and I was beginning to think that no other woman would be able to make me feel the way she did. Not that I was looking for love or a relationship at the time. I would have been just fine being single however, these feelings that kept me thinking of the red-head would not allow for me to be satisfied being alone.

I didn't know what to do. I was running around in circles basically, unsure of what to do with myself and these feelings of mine. I knew Kyouko still loved me, if she didn't she wouldn't have kissed me back. Right? She kissed me back so that had to mean something. That meant I had a chance. How to go about taking that chance was foreign to me. I never had to work that hard for a woman before and I didn't even know how to start.

How did Kyouko like to be treated by men? I wasn't sure if the same way I had been treating them would work with Kyouko. I was nice and sweet, caring and gentle. I was the perfect gentleman. Kyouko was so backwards that she'd probably wouldn't be into that sort of thing. Vaguely I wondered if she was still into fairytales. The Kyouko I remembered was always going on and on about princes and princesses and living happily ever after. I doubted the Kyouko now still believed in all that junk. I crushed that dream of hers the day I broke her heart. This Kyouko was someone different from the one I grew up with. Someone who I wasn't sure how to deal with.

"Shoutaro."

I looked up from my computer screen, pulled from my thoughts by my blonde haired manager. She stared at me from behind her glasses, a worried expression etched on her face.

"You haven't been yourself lately," she said to me, placing down a can of soda on the desk for me.

I watched as she cracked hers open before returning my attention the computer once more. "I'm fine."

"Good. You have a meeting today for a possible part in a drama."

"I don't act," I responded, clicking off of the fansite.

"Not yet. You're already big but you could be bigger. Staring in a drama could help boost your status with your fans."

"Hn."

I wasn't exactly interested in being in a drama. My life was music; acting was something hadn't even considered to be honest. A lot of pop stars made cameos or started in dramas and movies as a way of being a multi-threat. The way I saw it I was a big enough threat in the music industry, so much so that my influence played across different scopes of show-biz. I didn't need to be in a drama in order to boost my stardom because it was already defined. My last single was proof of that.

"Give it a chance, that's all I'm saying," Shouko said to me.

I shrugged my shoulders and sat back in my chair. I didn't have anything else to do really and it wasn't like being in the drama would take away from my music in the slightest.

"Whatever."

Little did I know was that staring in that drama would be either the biggest mistake of my life or the greatest thing that had ever happened to me.

Alright guys, for the sake of the story let's pretend my song was the best song you all have ever heard! I know it's crap but... I couldn't leave that empty you know, I had to put something... Lmao I'm not the best at writing songs as you all can see, it's not really my thing. Anyway, leave a review onegaishimasu! I don't want to threaten anyone but without reviews I won't think anyone likes the story and so I won't update. You want that update? Leave me something :D