Author's rant: Darn Fanfiction for taking away the dashes! RAWR!

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ShEnAnIgAnS

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FRED

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"We have arrived," the driver said as the black limousine halted in front of a tall building. Luka swallowed the last piece of sushi on her platter while Gakupo just sat still in his seat with wide eyes. The bill! What has that evil woman done?

The driver opened the door for Luka who smiled when she got out. He smirked when he saw the famous Gakupo tremble his way out.

"Sweetheart, tip the nice man," she smiles while jabbing the purple haired man's ribs.

She hits hard! Gakupo grunted and dug into his pocket to pull out a twenty. The driver sneered, "Be sure to pay the bill during the evening."

"We won't need your service any further," Gakupo glowered.

"Sorry, but that's not possible sir."

"Why's that?" Gakupo's left eye twitched while the rest of his face tried to remain in a cool composure.

"Because of lovely Miss Megurine," the driver winked at Luka who giggled cutely. "She ordered the exclusive celebrity package. That means you paid to be passengers in my car until eleven fifty-nine P.M.," the driver grins.

Gakupo frowned and roughly grasped Luka by the wrist. She looked at him curiously while he dragged her to the side of the building.

"I could have driven us here," his tone was hard.

"I just wanted some sushi."

"I could have stopped at a real sushi bar for thirty dollars instead of paying a hundred dollars for the platter," Gakupo sighed. "Just promise me that you would inform me before using my credit card?"

Luka crossed her arms, "Yes, master. Now please let go of my arm." Her eyes turned to a cold shade of blue at the purple haired man.

Once Gakupo let go of his grip, dozens of flashes blinded the two.

"Over here Kamui-san!"

"Smile at the camera, love birds!"

Luka looked startled at the cameras while Gakupo smiled and said, "I think my love and I had enough photos."

One reporter rapidly asked, "At least tell us how you hooked up with the man-hater, Megurine Luka."

Luka glared at the man who shrank intimidated into a corner.

"That's easy, I been a fan of Luka's music since she joined the company. I was smitten by her seducing husky voice and that beautiful face of an angel surrounded by luscious pastel locks," Gakupo chirped.

That was corny! Luka silently fumed. The paparazzi will never believe this crap!

"That's wonderful! Can I get one more photo with her?"

Are you that stupid to believe this? Luka pouted in front of the camera while the purple haired man wrapped an arm around her.

"Megurine. What do you love about Kamui-san?" one sneering female reporter asked all of the sudden.

I haven't thought of a lie yet! Luka gulped.

"She loves everything about me!" Gakupo quickly defended.

I'll punt you later for being that arrogant! Luka grinned like the Cheshire cat.

"Excuse me, Kamui-san. I was directing my question to Megurine-san," the woman smirked at her.

Luka mentally scowled while her face was plastered with her fake grin, "Well… what I l-lo…" Shit! The pink haired woman blushed furiously.

"Love?" the reporter finished off.

""Yeah that. What I love about Gakupo is…" her voice trailed off as her face was still red. Why can't I lie between my teeth?

The crowd of reporters began to huddle in closer to the pink haired woman while Gakupo watched her curiously.

"Is?" Gakupo accidently asked. Reporters acted fast and scribbled down in their notepad of what they heard the male idol admitted.

The tension was making Luka sweat. "Umm," she stuttered. I'm lost of words!

"Well?" the reporter frowned and tapped her foot impatiently. "Come on, out with it."

You can say it Luka! Just say you love the things he says! Her eye caught a glimpse of the bulge from his pants and blurted, "He's big!"

The reporters gasped while Gakupo stood there stiffly.

WHAT THE HELL? Why did I say that just now! Her whole face turned red and berserk as the reporters were asking non-stop about the intimate part of their relationship.

"Run," Gakupo managed to say. When Luka's feet refused to move from her spot, he grabbed her bridal style and ran away from the obnoxious crowd.

The reporters took notice of this and chased the two who were shocked by Luka's bad choice of words. Gakupo fled to the door and dug into his pocket to pull out his ID and flashed it in front of the monitor. As soon as he escaped with Luka in his arms, the bullet proof glass door shut in front of the mobbing reporters that yelled and banged on the glass:

"Wait! Kamui-san, you haven't told about how big Luka is!"

"Do you know her three sizes?"

"PINK FOR HENTAI!"

"Did you guys remember to put the helmet on the soldier before sending him to war?"

"USE TROJAN!"

"How many times have you guys done-"

He unleashed the black curtain to cover the sight of the leeches and tried to catch his breath while Luka remained stoic.

"They'll go away."

"I would love to live a day without running into those scum bags," Luka muttered.

Gakupo chuckled, "Then you have to give up fame or disguise yourself."

"They'll pick up anything," the pink haired woman frowned. "I'm certain they won't easily after what I said out there."

"It's easy to make mistakes. Although I didn't expect you to make a mistake that big," he looked at her with an amused look on his handsome face.

Luka looked away, "I was nervous and didn't know what to say."

"Alright I'm sorry for offending you, Luka-chan," Gakupo sincerely apologized. "Now let's begin recording so we have half of the single done by today."

Luka smiled slightly and followed the purple haired man to the sound studio in the back.

"Don't worry about anyone barging into here. This is my own private sound booth that only I have access to," Gakupo explained.

Assured, Luka nodded and stared blankly at the microphone in front of her. Will he criticize me?

"Want to let out anything?"

With a puzzled look she asked, "What?"

"Do you want to sing a scale or do some breathing exercises?" Gakupo raised a brow.

"No, thanks," Luka shook her head.

"I think you should."

The pink haired woman snapped an angry glare at him, "I'm fine. Thank you Gakupo."

"I'm serious. It'll help," he claimed. "I always singed a scale before beginning."

She gritted her teeth, "That's nice. I have my own method though."

"I'm just offering," Gakupo shrugged.

"I know."

"Ok, then please begin," he gestured to the mic.

Idiot. She scowled and waited for her cue to sing in the upbeat song.

Just be friends

All we gotta go is just be friends.

It's time to say goodbye.

Just be fri-

"Cut, one moment please," Gakupo called by his booth.

"What is it?" she impatiently asked. Is he another, LEON?

"I just want to understand something," Gakupo looked suddenly stern.

"Which is?"

"How did you pronounce that first line?" he inquired.

Luka raised a brow. "Just be friends?"

"Yeah, that. It that English?"

"Yes, it's English," Luka replied. Not an English speaker? "Something wrong with that phrase?"

"Nothing, I like it. From my work as a musician I've rarely heard someone else who can pronounce that fluent," Gakupo admitted. "Most of the time, it's just Japanese mixed with English and it doesn't very clear."

"I'm a little different than most people," she answered. "English is almost my native tongue."

"I see," he examined her face. "So are we doing well together, fred?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said are we doing well together, fred?" Gakupo asked again.

Luka giggled a little.

"What's wrong, fred?"

"Nothing, it's just you're pronouncing it wrong," Luka covered her laugh with her hand. "You said 'fred'. It's friend."

"Fer-ed?" Gakupo enunciated.

"Fer-end," Luka corrected.

"Fuh-rend?" he asked again.

Luka smiled, "Close."

Gakupo pouted, "Ok I'm done with English 101. Onto your single!"