Your Song

Chapter Four | Paparazzi

"Keep your hand still!" You said, the polish brush trying to colour on Miya's nail.

With your hand tightly gripping Miya's wrist, it was hard to tell that he was moving at all. But between you and the jagged lines going across his nail, he was practically having a one handed seizure.

"Ooh, that's nice." Joe looked over Miya's shoulder as if he were his own son.

"Does it have to be a flower?" You looked up at Miya and gave him an assertive nod.

Behind you, Reki was gawking over his red and black nails, showing them to Langa as if he hadn't seen them over and over again for the past 10 minutes.

"Look at yours!" Reki lifted his friend's hand to showcase the light green and grey designs on his nails. "I didn't know your sister was so good at nails."

Langa looked at his nails for a few seconds before looking at you. "You're not going to let me wash this off tonight, are you?" You shook your head after doing one last swoop on Miya's pinky nail.

"That's like publishing a song, having a few people see it, and then deleting it. You just don't do that."

Miya held his fingers near his face. "This is like a temporary tiny artwork." You nodded, putting the bottles in the shopping bag. "That's basically what nail polish is, Miya."

Shadow seemed to examine his green and orange nails, wondering how exactly you made it look like marble with a nail polish brush and two colours. "I don't think I want to take this off anytime soon."

"Yeah, maybe your flower shop manager will like it~"

"Reki—! OH, YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT!!"

You watched as Shadow chased Reki around, with Reki possibly mentally screaming bloody murder, and looked over at Miya. "Does this happen often...?"

"It happens more with Kaoru and Kojiro."

"...Understandable." You clapped your hands. "Anyways! I have a short interview in three hours so this is where we part. Langa, do you want to come with me or stay here?"

"I'll be fine here."

"Alright! I'm cooking dinner!" You ran off down the street and the boys all looked at each other, nodded, and bound after you.

It wasn't that they didn't believe you could protect yourself, more, you arrived in Japan not even a week ago and you're already on your own. Japan is a nice country, yes, but they know—from experience—that it isn't the case with everybody.

Terribly hidden by the wall, Reki, Langa, and Shadow peeked out from behind it.

"Don't be stupid."

They watched Miya, Cherry, and Joe walked passed, following you and blending in with the small crowd of people that were heading in the same direction.

Two guys, about 15 or 16 years old, stopped you and asked for an autograph, although Langa nearly charged down the street to attack them.

You gave them a friendly smile and signed their small pictures of you, waving to them as they left.

"Where does she get the energy to smile...?" Miya wondered.

Reki nodded. "Or the energy to make it look real."

Cherry looked to the side, seeing that multiple people had their phones and cameras out as you walked. He looked over one person's shoulder to make sure they weren't trying anything scandalous, and continued doing that with other people.

He gave a thumbs up to the others, signifying that no one was doing anything... dirty.

"I still wouldn't want any of them taking pictures of her without her permission, but I guess it can't be helped." Miya crossed his arms.