With the waves of idols spawning across Tokyo, the demand for songwriters has doubled.
With the new "B-Komachi" on the rise, their label (Strawberry Productions) have been auditioning composers for the group's future music. Little did they know, a...
Two weeks have passed since Ruby and Markus met inside the boy's residence. They have been keeping in contact with each other as well as the rest of the group of idols, planning for what comes next in their journey: the next big thing.
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Monday is the day most of the population hates like a certain grumpy ginger cat, but for B-Komachi, it's another Friday. The sun shines down on a park where they are meeting to discuss the next move in their game of chess.
Ruby and Kana sat on a bench, catching up about the progress of the Tokyo Blade production. Now, why did they sit down when the other teens were not?
Memcho wanted to play a game of catch with the new ravenette.
This girl has so much energy...! The thin, pale male thought, sweat running down his face.
"Come on, King! Pass the ball back!" the blonde brunette yelled to her composer, waving her arms, signalling she was ready for another catch.
Markus shook his head and threw the ball weakly, causing it to land in front of the streamer.
Memcho looked at the ball in front of her and pouted, "You're supposed to throw it as you mean it!" she whined.
The thrower sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not the best at throwing," he admitted as he walked over to the ball and picked it up. "Also, 'King'? What's up with that?" he asked, confused.
The Neko put on her best cat smile and giggled mischievously, "Well, your name is Monarch, right? So by Japanese standards, you'll be 'Monarch Markus'!"
The boy looked at the hyper girl with an awkward glare, "I think I see where you're getting at..."
"King Markus!" she screamed and cheered. "That can be your stage name!" Memcho beamed, daydreaming, "Imagine a whole crowd cheering that? King Markus! King Markus! King Mark-!"
"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT IT!?" Kana yelled from the bench in the distance, causing Ruby to jump out of her skin.
The receiver giggled nervously and then looked back to Markus. "Oh well, you know what I mean," she spoke as she looked at him. Her smile morphed into a questioning look as she noticed his choice of clothing.
Markus noticed her staring and slowly moved his arms to cross them, "Um... Mem? You're staring... again..." he mumbled as he blushed.
"Hmm?" she snapped back into reality and looked at the boy. She lifted her finger to him and tilted her head, confused. "I noticed you wear long sleeves all the time. It's hot, so surely you should wear something more comfortable?"
The questioned boy appeared uncomfortable at first before dropping his arms. He turned his gaze away from her, letting his hair cover his eyes.
Before Memcho could ask what was wrong, their other co-stars ran over, Ruby waving her phone in the air.
