Fame Game [Mikayuu]

Jesus' Main Hoes

Mika was pleasantly surprised at how nice Yuu's friends turned out to be in the end, well, all but one with a grudge. Mika didn't really have much of a defense for his actions, it's not like he could say 'I showed up to your show and signing because one of your members induces me to read the Bible and bathe in holy water'. He didn't think that was something he could casually slip into a normal conversation.
"Thank for you having me," Mika said, peering over Yoichi's shoulder to see Yuu still slumped over the couch, "Make sure he doesn't lose circulation to his brain, I don't think it would be very beneficial."
Shinoa smiled warmly, waving at Mika continuously until he was out of sight. Shinoa liked Mika alot, probably a bit too much for Yuu's sake. She probably had Mika and Yuu's wedding planned before she even shut the door. She turned to the rest of the group, bearing a wide smile.
"Please tell me you guys want to see them fuc- be together as much I do," she pleaded, tugging on Mitsuba's sweater sleeve as she did so, eagerly jumping up and down. The blonde rolled her eyes, shoving Shinoa to the side.
"You're gross," she stated, turning up her nose, "Perverted even."
Shinoa mocked her words, silently mimicking Mitsuba's previous actions with an over exaggerated face.
"Perverted this, perverted that," she groaned, "That's not what you were saying last ni-"
Mitsuba clamped her hand over Shinoa's mouth, smiling innocently.
"Hahah," she laughed weakly, "Don't mind her, silly, silly."
"You both need Jesus," Kimizuki suggested, looking genuinely fed up with the pair, or just the world as a whole, you couldn't really tell the difference, "I'm going to sign you up for the Church's Sunday Youth Group, I think you're in desperate need."
Shinoa snorted, the thought to her was hilarious.
"Is it illegal to call the priests Jesus' main hoes? Can I go to hell for that?" Mitsuba snickered, which made Shinoa extremely proud of herself, which only encouraged her to everyone else's dismay. Mitsuba hardly ever found Shinoa's sense of humour actually humourous, so when she did, it was a major accomplishment.
"It's okay Shinoa," Yuu called sheepishly from the couch he lay upon, his hand limp in the air, "You were doomed to go to hell a long time ago."
Shinoa put on a fake frown, nodding solemnly.
"This," she began, "Is unfortunately true."
She walked over, throwing herself onto the couch like a ragdoll, twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers, enjoying how soft it was, it was weirdly comforting.
"Apparently homosexuality is not 'down' with most religions," Shinoa said, her tone becoming slightly more serious, "So if heaven is a place where I can't be who I really am, than maybe I'd prefer to party with Satan."
Yuu groaned loudly, throwing a pillow over his messy bedhead.
"I thought you were going to say something inspirational and insightful just then," Yuu sighed, "I'm thoroughly disappointed."
Shinoa shifted in her seat, moving to see Yuu better. She thought about how damn lucky Yuu was that Mika left when he did, because he had the most tragic case of bedhead she'd ever come across in all her years of living. She balanced her chin on the edge of her palm, blinking at Yuu intently, he became uneasy under her intense stare.
"Don't sass me Church boy," she grumbled, "If homosexuality leads to damnation, then your cherry ass is joining me down there."
Yuu choked on the non-existent liquid in his mouth, left so speechless he couldn't think of a comeback. Kimizuki and Yoichi were in fits of laughter, he almost forgot that they had witnessed the entire thing. Yuu wasn't entirely sure on his sexuality yet, but he for sure wasn't straight. He never told his bandmates about it before, so he hadn't expected them to find out before he did.
"No response?"
"No."
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Mika lay sprawled across his mattress. his eyes watching as the clock ticked. It seemed as though you could hear everything at night, from the whooing of owls to the movements of people 5 stories above him. He came to the conclusion that pure silence never really existed, but you only ever noticed at night. He wiggled under the duvet cover, bringing the soft material up to his face and burying into it. His eyes and body were tired, but his brain was wide awake. He didn't know what was keeping him awake, just a bunch of random images flashing through his brain at once, preventing him from drifting off into a thoughtless darkness. His phone beeped beside him, but he was too comfortable to move. The only that urged him to get out of bed was the possibility of it being Yuu, but then he recalled that he didn't even have his number. He was going to ask but during the movie but...Yuu was out cold within seconds. He played with the strings hanging off a hemmed pillow, pulling them out and tossing them to the side. He noted how he did pointless things when he was bored, but so did most people, he supposed. It didn't make sense to do something that was by no means entertaining when you were bored rather than something productive, he guessed that was the great art of procrastination. Procrastination, procrastination, something he spent too much time doing. Taking it to the whole new level that night, going as far as procrastinating about procrastination. He hit himself on the head, questioning his own sanity for a second. He needed sleep, and desperately at that. He recalled the Snicker's ad,  you're not you when you're hungry. It should be You're not you when you're so tired you think you might just stop functioning as a human being and being an active contributor to society completely. He giggled to himself, knowing he only found it funny due to his funky mood, knowing he would looked back on it sourly in the morning. He was finally free from his clustered mind, meeting unconsciousness with welcome, open arms.
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He woke that morning involuntarily. Rudely awoken by the light that shone through the single crack in the curtain, somehow landing directly onto his face. It wasn't even the sunshine, it was the pure white snow that had engulfed the entire city with it's colour. He pulled himself out of my bed, surprised by his rare laziness. Everyone who was considered 'a morning person' had a day where even the happiest of them all just really would prefer to not exist for 24 hours. It was just being human. It was how Mika felt, but he didn't know why. He had nothing to dread today, no previous warnings of impending doom, he just felt like staying in a horizontal position for an extended period of time. It wasn't really in his nature. He enjoyed going out into the snow seeing things, meeting people. He appreciated even more so after becoming famous, because those opportunities began to slim.
He missed it. He missed being able to go outside without having to conceal his face, without being double taked by everyone he walked past. He loved his fans more than anything, they gave him everything he has but, sometimes it all gets a bit too much. He often wished he could be someone else, not Mikaela Shindo, someone who was free to walk as they pleased. That would be nice.
His phone buzzed on the bedside table like last night, only now he was bothered to answer it.

(Unknown Number)
Hey Mika. It's Yuu. I didn't want to be the one to tell you this but...Have you seen the news?

(Unknown Number)
I'm so sorry. Maybe I should just tell you up front?

(Unknown Number)
Your managing has gone bankrupt. Even though you're their most income, apparently they have borrowed a fuck load of money that they never paid back. So bad that even your funds couldn't cover it. I'm so sorry. I know how hard you've worked. You're so popular I'm sure someone could sign you in a heartbeat. Or I'm assuming you have enough money to make you're own company probably. I'm really sorry about this again~~~ Good luck!!
-Yuu xx

(Unknown Number)
I'm outside. Please let me in. An old man is watching me. I think he has a dead squirrel. I'm afraid.

Mika locked his phone. He sat down on the bed and buried his head into his hands. It wasn't the biggest deal, Yuu was right about everything he said, but, it wasn't the business aspect. It was all the staff he grew to love. It was the people who believed in him when he had nothing, they were all out of a job now. These people understand the things he did and didn't want to do, there was no foreseeing what other managements would force him into. It's not like it wasn't a common thing in the music industry these days. He knew there was a reason he didn't want to wake up this morning, and this was it. He was a bit offended that his manager didn't tell him himself, but he couldn't blame the guy at the same time. It must be mortifying.
Mika fell back on the bed, spreading his arms and legs wide and letting out a loud groan. At that moment there was a knock on his apartment door, a familiar voice calling out to him.
"I've got cookies and emotional support," Yuu called out, making Mika giggle.
Mika's day got that just bit better.