Disclaimer: I don't own Shokugeki no Soma.
Author's Note:
Guys, I didn't forget about the suggested by you couples! But this one just seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and I really wanted to write about this crack-couple!
WARNING: CONTAINS LANGUAGE!
Those Eyes.
Step 1. Take the girl, who always lives in the spotlight.
Step 2. Add the guy, who is fine with lurking in the shadows.
Step 3. Mix them in the bowl of AU.
Tootsuki Actorship and Arts Academy.
The world-renowned school, from which the greatest entertainment figures graduated. Every famous director or writer or idol had to go through the Hell this place was, if they wanted to take their spot among the stars. Naturally, this academy had one of the strictest and most throat-cutting programme. By the end of the third year, only a handful of students would graduate while the others were no moee than just polishing stones.
And Kawashima Urara has already decided that she was going to be among the jewels of this geberation. Gifted with good looks, great voice and being the daughter of one of the most famous music producers in the whole country, the black haired girl was very confident in her success.
Soon, they were having the Stagiaire period. And Urara was on the seventh cloud of Heavens! To have an opportunity to work in real life was one of the vest things she could imagine! Who knows, maybe she would get to open some fundraiser event! Or she would star in some play! Or...
The dark, menacing and blood-thirsty murderous aura of serial killer was floating around the young idol wannabe asthey were handed their uniform. She would even settle for the minor role or understudy! (Even though she would definitely try to cause some accident to get the main actor out of the way.) But working behind the stage, working with equpment and serving drinks or snacks to the cast was not just humiliating for her...
It was pissing her off. No, it was PISSING her off. See the difference?
"Hey, where is your partner?" Their superior asked irritated. They were having the new play in just three weeks and out of nowhere they got two kids from Tootsuki for Stagiaire practise.
"Partner?" Putting back her mask of innocence and cheerfulness back, Urara asked the man. Behind the facade, however, she was not less excited.
In addition to the sense of male attention, the idol could always feel if she would have to work with a guy or a girl. Strange? Probably, but not in her case, when every guy dreams about you and almost every girl tries to glare you to death. And right now this sense was telling her that her partner would be the guy. Urara smirked at this thought, since it meant that she would not need to worry about the hard work. All she needed to do was just play 'damsel in distress' and the guy would, like a loyal dog, follow her orders only to have the bit of her attention.
"But what is this strange feeling that it is not that easy?" Urara mentally whispered to herself, trying to find her potential servant for the following three weeks.
"Oh, there you are!" The man exclaimed somewhat annoyed.
Urara's eyes lit up in excitement. It was just way too easy! While it would be quite troublesome to use Takumi (since he always had one of the older fangirls following him) or Yukihira (since he had a few 2nd year students, interested in him), Urara has totally picken, in her opinion, the perfect option. Ibusaki Shun was just slightly taller than her, wearing his uniform. One of the Polar Star residents, the young man was not anything so special. Urara smirked innerly as she already started scheduling her activities in free time.
Their first task was to check the condition of equipmentand then they would need to go pick up some snacks for the cast and crew. Her lips were curled in cute smile, eyes were pleasantly closed and a slight blush was burning on her cheeks as she handed actors and workers their drinks and some snacks. But in reality, despite the whole 'cute-idol' thing going on, Urara was mentally murdering everyone here with the most psychotic facial expression and in the most gruesome ways very thought of serving the others was making Urara think of the cruelest ways to deal with whoever ran this place.
What was even worse is the fact that she was forced to buy all those things on her own and bring them as well. All the while Ibusaki was busy with playing around the fog machine or something. Just to clarify, in her opinion, he had an easier task.
"You fixed it?" Her train of thoughts was interrupted by the exclamation of someone from the staff. As she handed some woman her milk shake, Urara turned back to see half of the other backstage guys looking in amazemnet at the working fog machine. "But how?"
"It is nothing so special." Ibusaki just shrugged. HIs voice was void and calm just like always. As the others staff members were trying to get him to tell them how he fized the apparently unfixable equipment, Urara couldn't help but feel envious. Urara mentally cursed the strange boy from the Polar only he was now in the relative center of attention, but he was also acting like it was nothing special and playing 'modest card'. Or so she thought.
"Like it is so difficult!" She spat innerly, trying to glare the guy to death. "I bet he just bought a new one or something."
The rest of the day went smoothly...
But not for Urara.
By the end of their first day of the practice, she was exhausted, angry and still smilimg and speaking in the honey-soaked voice. You could think that the crew would be amazed at her cheerful attitude. Not in this case. Almost to everyone, her whole facade was crystal clear, due to years of working in the theatre where they all were already trained to see through the lies. Due to numerous mistakes on her part, the young girl was "asked" to stay overnight and clean the stage.
She was all alone in the dark theatre, which she already grew to hate with all her heart. With every broom movement Urar's anger and frustration were growing. Without anyone to look at her or hear, she was cursing under her breath without any restraints. Her face had the expression of pure wrath and her eyes were glowing like the fires from Hell.
Worst of all was that this smoke-loving fucker was completely fine with leaving her alone here! Even though it has been five hours since the end of the working hours for the rest, she still could remember the way her pride was wounded like never before.
Actors and staff were leaving the place, praising each other's input. She was heartlessly told to stay and clean the place, due to several accidents involving her. (To be exact, the can of paint almost falling on the main actress' head, slippery areas on the stage, sand bags almost breaking someone's back) And here she is.
With her cutest face put on, eyes big and slowly watering, Urara looked at Ibusaki and whispered:
"Ibusaki-kun, will you help me?"
He was slightly shaken. She innerly smiled at how easy this was going. Although, she could not blame the guy for his wealness. It was noly natural for him to say...
"No."
The answer was still ringing in her head, mocking and haunting her like the devilish ghost of the past. As the momeory ended in her mind, her grip tightened around the broom, apparently breaking it into two halves. How! How DARE he say NO to HER! The very idea of being said N- this word... was preposterous! Ridiculous! But to hear it from him?! The guy, who never shows himself and doesn't even fit into the whole Academy with his loner complex! How could he say no to her? Oh, she wished there were other ways to get him to serve her...
.
.
.
"Wait a minute..." Her aura of menace turned into the one of malevolence as the interesting thought made its way to her head.
If she couldn't seduce him into helping her, then why not use the good old blackmail? All she needed to do now was to find some dirty secret of his and boom! She could relax and enjoy the next three weeks as the rightful owner of her personal slave. Perfect? Perfect!
The whole place got filled with evil cackling which soon turned into the maniacal laughter.
Ibusaki stretched out silently, feeling somewhat tired from the today's activites. Not even caring for the words of praise from his fellow staff members, the young man solwly made his way towards the exit. He was not the type of guy to enjoy the attention. Or at least, this kind. He could care less about what people thought of him as a person. Shun was a realist and cared only about what people thought of his work.
Not even noticing a certain attention-seeker following him behind, he entered the only place where he found himself able to show his self and, even for a brief time, open up to the audience. The small stage, several round tables with people enjoying their drinks and talking about small things of their lives.
With his guitar in his hands, microphone near his mouth and eyes hidden behind locks of his hair, Ibusaki smiled slightly before saying:
"A Sadness Runs Through Him. The HOOSIERS."
Urara grinned mischievously, following her prey without the latter's awareness. Her heart was beating faster in anticipation as she saw him entering some small cafe.
"Oh, this is going to be rich." She mentally cheered, already picturing the embarassed and pleading expression on his face, once she leartn his small secret. But first she needed to learn which one. Was that a date with another guy? Older woman? Maybe he already had some drinking problems? Or drugs? Why would anyone go to this, in her opinion, shady place?
She found a small table in the dark corner of the place and watched Ibusaki get on the stage. The things were going way better than she hoped! Urara could bet her money and looks that this is the only place where the gloomy boy could go and sing without being thrown rocks at. Taking ot her camera, she got ready to enjoy his failure.
But the moment he ran his fingers over the strings of the instrument, something in her heart squezzed in the strangest feeling she has ever experienced.
People are puppets held together with string
There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
As he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in
His voice, calm and yet so filled with slight apathy and sadness, filled the whole room as if it was the air itself.
Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful at the end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow
His eyes were still hidden behind the thick bangs of his, but the way he looked perfectly worked with the lyrics. The slow and calm rhythm changed slightly but it felt like he has changed the whole way of playing.
He could not break surface tension
He looked in the wrong place for redemption
Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to unheave the ties
Turn back the time that drew him
For a second, Urara could swear she saw his emerald eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. It was like the moment was just frozen and she could see everything in those orbs... Quickly, he returned to playing.
But he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
Through him
With his hands gently tracing across the strings, he kept playing. The sound was cleaner and louder! The feeling of both peace and danger and apathy got mixed and now were sent throught the air.
Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful at the end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow
As he kept singing, something deep inside of Urara was being torn apart. Was it necause she didn't get the desired blackmail material? If it was, then why wouldn't she just go?
He could not break surface tension
He looked in the wrong place for redemption
Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to unheave the ties
Turn back the time that drew him
But he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
Through him
Don't look
Don't look
Don't don't
For the seond time, she saw him looking at her. Why were his eyes burning into her heart?
Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to unheave the ties
Turn back the time that drew him
But he couldn't be saved
No he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
A sadness runs through him
A sadness runs through him
A sadness runs through him
A sadness runs through him
His voice was ringing like the echo, getting less and less clear. It was like going into the dream with the musician slowly erasing himself and his song out of the place, until all they could remember was just those sweet minutes of his playing.
Urara, with her bangs covering her eyes, her cheeks burning bright red, and the camera forgotten, Urara left the place.
As the crowd applauded, Ibusaki smiled slightly before noticing a familiar-looking figure, practically running away from here. Does she really think he didn't notice her?
So...
Not really liking it that much, guys. I broke the original idea into two pieces, so... Should I later add the second part or leave it as it is?
Reviews are always appreciated!~