Koetsuji-chan

Chapter I

     Twas unknown, for this certain feeling was nothing but taboo within this certain professional workplace. The feeling of desire, want, need, love. Idols, they weren't allowed to enjoy another's company in a certain manner or risk their career with a scandal. Though, one person was wishing to change the standards.

     It was a normal day at the office, a rather common sight there being a woman. Her hair was an amber brown, slightly wavier the longer it had gotten. It rested loosely off of her shoulders, glimmering in the light. Her eyes were that of a mixture of ice and fire, an eye matching that of the Silk Palace's snow and another matching the sun hanging over Agnapolis. Two very different shades, two very different sides. Though, those eyes had been filled to the brim with anxiety. Why, per say? Collaborations always had her uptight no matter the situation. Even though, she had collaborated with this particular man before. His name, Camus. A member of the quite popular Quartet Night, and this woman's idol. Yes, idols can have idols.

     The woman had made a sharp right, entering the dressing room. On the door was a sign that read, "Fujiwara Aisaji". That was her, Fujiwara. Her idol name had remained the same as her birth given, merely being recognized as Fujiwara. Nicknames were common too, and she owned one. She was nicknamed "Owl" or "The Owl" among her fans due to her rather creepy way of performing. Her music had a slightly dark undertone, her cello doing most of the singing. Pitch black it's wood was, shining like it was made of obsidian. Those would see this fearless, aloof performer on stage, and never see this nervous wreck behind the scenes. Those wouldn't guess that she had issues with such. 

     A deep sigh left her slightly ajar lips. "An odd collaboration this is..." She muttered. "I'm really going to be dressed like a sheep. Please tell me I won't look like shit..." She had muttered under her breath. With a thick swallow, she had faced herself in the mirror. She didn't look at herself for more than a few seconds before turning to the outfit she was to wear. "More casual than expected.. quite a nice surprise." Said the woman, soon grasping a hold of the outfit. It took no more than five minutes for her to be completely dressed and changed. Two black tiny sheep's horns rest upon her head, brown shaded ear covers over her actual ears. It actually looked like she had sheep's ears, though uncomfortable. "But this..." She turned around, giving her hips a tiny wiggle. What had wiggled with it was a small, brown, sheep's tail. 

      "Fujiwara." Said a booming voice, the door to her dressing room soon opening. The girl spun around quickly, her cheeks burning red. Before her was the man she was to collaborate with. "Do you not know how to knock?!" Yelled the woman in response, a typical answer. The man that stood there, having intruded her room, was none other than the man she was to collaborate with. Camus, dressed with wolf ears to match his hair color and a bit more of a rugged look. He wore a black shirt and leather jacket, gloves to follow. He also wore ripped jeans, quite a rare sight. "You're on in five minutes." Said the man, quickly turning around to leave with a little blonde wolf tail to follow.(edited)

     Indeed, what he had saw was nothing but adorable. Thoughts rushed behind his icy eyes as he leaned against the wall outside of her dressing room, arms crossed against his chest. "Seriously? They have to put her in something like THAT?" Camus had thought to himself, his breath hitching within his throat for a split second. "They're trying to kill me...." His thoughts resonated through his mind before those icy orbs closed. A deep sigh then came from the man before turning to see his little lamb exiting her dressing room. He's been through this before, but not with her dressed so adorably. His eyes had opened, focusing on her small frame. It wasn't gentlemanly to stare, therefore he had glanced away. Taking a deep breath, he had pushed himself off of the wall. Arms at his side, like a predator, he began to follow the sheep before him.