Filthy Frank x Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

Chapter 1: New York Concert

Kyary looked into her dressing room mirror; brushing her some-what short brown hair, getting ready to throw on one of her signature crazy wigs. She already put on her outfit, which contained of: a puffy, light pink ruffled dress, pink tights with baby blue ribbon tied around them and black sparkly shoes, with the heel being a couple inches. The perfect look for an idol, don't you think?

She pulled her hair up in a ponytail, and neatly tucked her soft locks into the wig cap. Soon after, the beautiful girl put on a blonde, curly wig. She sprayed it with hairspray, insuring the lively, bouncy hair would stay like that for the rest of her very own concert. She looked at herself in satisfaction when she finished. Her dainty makeup and rosy cheeks made her look super cute.

...Of course, we wouldn't expect anything less than adorable from the Queen of it, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu.

"Kyary..." A sweet voice said, as they gently opened up the door. Kyary looked at the door for a second in surprise, but shortly after realized it was only one of the members on her team, Emi. She is one of the many wonderful people who helped her concerts be as best as they can possibly be. The whole team helps with clothing, makeup, stage setup, and dance routines. Basically, all the important things a popular idol needs for an amazing show.

"Oh, hello, Emi. Is everything going nicely?" The newly blonde asked, smiling sweetly, as she began to loosely brush the wig.

"Yes!" The door fully opened to reveal a middle aged Japanese woman with shiny black hair, that came down to about her chest. She had chocolate brown eyes, with a bit of black eyeliner and nude eyeshadow on. She was pretty thin, as she wore dark blue skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a red fake leather jacket. "It's all going smoothly." She grinned, as she looked at Kyary all done up. Emi did have a mother-daughter relationship with her, so she was always proud seeing her look, well, fabulous.

"Yay!" She laughed, as a big, bright smile appeared on her face once more. "How are the fans doing?" The carefree look turned into one that was more stressed out. One you would see on a business man's face after working a long shift. This was Kyary's first time performing in the United States (New York to be specific), and she didn't know what she would be in for. There is a HUGE difference between American and Japanese culture, and that fact scared her.

'What if they boo?'

'What if they think I'm stupid, since I can't speak English very well...'

'What if they just flat hate me?'

Thousands of, 'what if's' were swirling through the child-like girls head. It was a sort of foolish reason to worry about, since the people who would come wouldn't buy the expensive tickets if they didn't like her, but it still was frightening to Kyary.

"Oh! The fans are so passionate! They're screaming your name at the top of their lungs!" Her soothing voice exclaimed. Kyary's eyes widened in shock. This was just what she wanted. As long as her fans are happy, she's happy. "Well, are you done getting ready, Kyary? You wouldn't want to keep them wanting too long, eh?" Emi asked, with a look of hope in her eyes. She knew she was nervous, but wanted to send a silent message to Kyary, saying, 'It's all going to be fine.'

"Thank you. I know you couldn't tell..." Emi stopped and let out a giggle. She knew exactly why the small girl was acting strangely, but she'll let her think she's secretive. "But I was really nervous..." She continued.

"Just go out there! Everyone loves you!" The mature woman said, as she started hugging the J-Pop Princess tightly.

"E-Emi...! I can't really breathe with you squeezing me so much!" She gasped, her face turning blue like an anime character from lack of oxygen.

She quickly let go. "Eh!? Uh, sorry, Kyary..." She laughed, nervously scratching the back of her head. "I guess I need to stop doing that, huh?"

She cutely giggled back. "Don't worry! Hugging people until they die is your thing, you know?" She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "Well, I need to get the show started. I feel like I can hear the crowd roaring even from back here!"

"Yeah, I shouldn't have held you up. Break a leg!" She cheered for her, as Kyary quickly dashed out of the medium sized dressing room.

'Ah! I can see the fans! I'm so happy a lot of people showed up!' She thought to herself, joyfully. 'Now's the time!' Kyary took a deep breath. "Hello, every-" She felt a hard blow on her head, interrupting the sentence she didn't get a chance to spit out. The hit was so intense, that she soon fell to the ground, some blood pouring through her pale blonde wig. It was undeniable, she was knocked out. Most definitely for a couple more hours after this...

"God damnit, you hit her too fucking hard!" A scratchy male voice yelled. It was literally so bad, that my ears were being raped just by hearing it.

...But who's cancerous voice was that? And what did he want with someone like Kyary Pamyu Pamyu? I don't know, figure it out yourself, you lazy piece of shit.