Author's notice: Sorry for the short chapter!

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ShEnAnIgAnS

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REPUTATION

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What the Hell? Where am I? The pink haired woman freaked out.

All she remembered was myriad of bright flashes and the crowding people closing in on her, but definitely not this! Luka did not remember nor did she want to remember how she ended up cuddling on the lap of Kamui Gakupo!

"Want any breakfast, Luka-chan?" Gakupo smiled as if nothing was wrong.

The pink haired woman sat up and gawked at him, "How can you calmly talk about breakfast while I-I'm in your bedroom?"

"I carried you out of that paparazzi mob. You were really being harassed by those reporters and photographers," he chuckled. A maid entered the room with a tray with a silver platter on top of it. Gakupo said, "Please leave it there on the table, Miki. Thank you very much for your service." He smiled sincerely. The red haired maid smiled back and curtsied before leaving the room.

He treats the service kindly? Luka raised a brow and thought of the time she carelessly tossed her used clothes to her personal maid back at her hotel room to get them to the dry cleaner.

"Breakfast?" he asked as he carried the tray with the silver platter to Luka. "I tried to get something decent for you to eat as you'll need your strength today." Gakupo placed the tray on her lap. "Please eat," he smiled.

Luka bit her bottom and reluctantly took off the top of the platter. She saw a plate of fried eggs and four pieces of crispy bacon. I'll probably get fat from this stuff, but I'm too hungry to care. Gakupo handed her a silver fork and she ate in silence with him carefully watching her. Just as she was about to stab her fork into one of the eggs, her eyes moved to a strange purple piece.

She twitched slightly, "what is that?'

"Oh, it's just a slice of baked eggplant that I usually have. I apologize as I should have told Miki-san to not add that," he grinned. "I'm eggplant fanatic. If there's anything you want, I could call her back in."

Tuna! She impulsively thought, but it would be a bit awkward to eat it as breakfast. "No, its fine," she nodded and hesitated to pick up the demented piece of eggplant and put it in her mouth to slowly chew it. Not bad, I mean it's not as good as tuna, but it's still good.

"Now to think of a way for you to safely leave my home without the press knowing," Gakupo tapped a long finger against his cheek. "We wouldn't want the paparazzi to attack you again."

Luka shuddered a bit and nodded.

"And you're working on a new single as I heard," Gakupo added.

"I was, but I need a producer," Luka sighed. Damn that Leon!

"I could be your producer," he thoughtfully added.

"Really?" Luka raised a brow as she set the empty plate down. What else can this guy do?

"Yes, I really can," Gakupo smiled. "I'm sort of on a break from making music. I still love it. Just I haven't had an inspiration lately. Anyways, what do you have to say to that?"

"I don't know," Luka looked down a bit. "Aren't I asking you a bit much now?"

"Not really," Gakupo chuckled and picked up the tray. "I'm willing to help you out." He once again smiled sweetly.

"Well thank you, Kamui-san," Luka nodded.

A fine arched purple eyebrow twitched. "On one condition, no formal titles for me. Just call me Gakupo or even Gakupo-kun!"

"I'll stick with Gakupo," Luka muttered to herself.

"Come, we should go to the studio to record," Gakupo held out a hand in front of her.

Luka stared at his long hand and back at his kind violet eyes. She felt her heart beat quicken. No, you don't need him! Screw him; you can do fine on your own! Luka replied, "Okay." And took his hand as he helped her up from her seat and she felt a blush creeping back to her cheeks. Luckily Gakupo hadn't noticed.

"And one more thing, Luka-chan," Gakupo stopped before reaching for the door handle. "In order for you to make it out of here and in the music business, I need you to cooperate with me a bit. Some of these things will be difficult." He looked hard at the floor.

He is a pervert then! He's asking for sex! Tell him no thanks! Luka asked, "What are they?"

"In order for you to get by, you need to…" his voice trailed.

"I need to?" Luka inquired further while fiddling with the fork in her hand. That effing horny bastard!

"To pretend that you're my lover," he plainly answered.

Luka looked at him with eyes full of astonishment, disbelief, hurt, and anger.

Gakupo frowned slightly. I knew this was a bad idea, Leon…

Flashback:

"Wait Gakupo!" Leon called and the purple haired man turned around before he could walk out of the studio.

"What is it, leon?"

"I need you to also be Luka's producer," the blond haired man stated with a serious look on his face.

"You're kidding me," Gakupo raised a brow. "The press will get suspicious."

"Not as much if you ask her out," he shrugged. "Perhaps, you'll find what you were looking for from the last time we talked."

"So you're asking me to ask out someone who I barely know for the purpose of benefiting my own reputation?"

"Not just anyone. It's Megurine Luka. Don't worry about being selfish! It'll benefit her too. Just make some sort of pact with her," Leon explained. "She'll use you for uprising fame and you'll use her for it."

Gakupo pondered a bit. 'I still need that inspiration for my next project. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad for just using her…' He replied, "I still don't know. What if she refuses?"

"Oh, trust me. As I said before, who can resist you, Gakupo?"

Gakupo nodded and walked out.

End of Flashback

"So what do you have to say, Luka-chan?" Gakupo asked.

"I don't know," she put on a poker face. "What makes you think I'll say yes?" Don't say yes, don't dare say yes!

She has a point. I can't tell her I'm using her… "I thought you would like to avoid bad attention from the media. If we're together and we're working together, there would be less humiliating rumors going around," he replied.

"Good point," Luka nodded. "Alright, I accept Kamui-san."

Gakupo cleared his throat.

"I mean I accept, Gakupo," she corrected.

"Then it's settled. From today on, we're a celebrity couple," Gakupo smiled. "Of course, I won't make you do anything like kiss me in public, but do you mind holding hands?"

"I don't mind," she bluntly answered. "You can only touch my hand, but my entire body is off limits."

Gakupo joked, "So you can kill me with martial arts?"

Luka nodded and an awkward silence filled the room. She's dangerous! Gakupo mentally panicked.

"I'm a black belt in karate and a pro in taekwondo," she warned while her thumb pressed down on the sterling silver fork to bend it in half without any visible strain.

"I got it," he gulped. My fork!

"Good," Luka smiled sweetly. "Let's be on our way, honey." And she walked ahead of him.

As he watched her retreating figure, Gakupo shuddered. What the Hell did I just drag myself into?