Elegant Artist (Fuuto x OC)

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I pack up my guitar and grab my notebook while walking out the door. I pass by Tsubaki and Azusa who both looked thrilled. They stood in front of me making me stop in my tracks.

"Where you going babe?" Tsubaki asks.

"Out, and can you not call me that?"

"Aww, why not," he slings an arm around my shoulder but his brother drags him off of me.

"Sorry about him"

I leave and walk into a big building, there was a crowd of people. The receptionist was a lady in her 40s who had a big bun on her head. She looked snotty.

"What do you want?" She asks chewing on her gum, looking at me over the rim of her glasses.

"I'm here to see Fuuto"

"What business do you have with him"

"My name is Mai, I'm here to see him"

"Ohhh you're Mai, alright one second," she presses a button on the phone and a man comes towards me. He looked like a bodyguard.

"Nice to meet you Mai, I'll show you to Fuuto," he starts leading the way to the elevator. We stay silent the whole way to the recording room.

He opens the door and tells me to wait outside. I hear some chatter inside the room and the door opens again. I'm let in and see a group of people standing around. Fuuto was in the middle, shocked. There were a couple others standing around, some of them close to Fuuto's age, the others were above their 30s.

"Mai?" Fuuto asks.

"You know her dude?"
"She's hot"
"Why didn't you tell us you knew a chick like that?" Three of the guys say quietly to Fuuto, but I manage to hear.

My cheeks become hot as I walk over to an amp and put my guitar beside it. I open my notebook to the song and place it on a stand. I plug in my electric guitar and face the crowd.

"Fuuto come here"

"Why?" He says rudely.

"Just come here," I say through gritted teeth, he was really getting on my last nerve with his attitude.

He grumpily walks over and stands in front of the stand. He looks at the paper then to me and the guitar. I start playing and look at him, waiting for him to sing.

"What am I supposed to be doing?"

"Sing," I say quietly enough for him to hear.

He looks back to the notebook and starts singing. The song was quick and upbeat. Fuuto seemed to enjoy singing it and the others seemed to enjoy listening to it. We finish the song and everybody claps.

"Did you write it?" He asks me as I put my guitar away. I nod my head. "But why are you here in the first place?"

"She is the one who wrote your songs," a man spoke.

"What!?"

"It's true, this is your new song," I say. Everyone leaves while I pack up.

Before I could leave the guys from earlier block my exit. Two stood in front of the doorway while one stood behind me. The one behind me came up and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"You know Fuuto?"

"Yeah I live with him and his brothers and sister"

"What!?" He yells in my ear. I flinch.

"Well I need to go, excuse me"

I try walking past the two blocking to door but they don't move. I try to push past them but they don't budge.

"Why don't you come to the next concert? Watch what you created come to life," one of them says.

"No I couldn't, I have other songs I need to write for other artists"

"Aww come on, it's one show. And I bet you could get backstage passes," the other says.

"Fine, will you let me leave now?"

"Nah, I wanna talk more, you're interesting and pretty, my type of girl," he wraps an arm around my waist pulling me close to him, one of the ones blocking the door takes my guitar.

I push him off of me and walk the opposite way. He grabs me, dragging me to a couch and making me sit. He sat next to me and kept a firm grasp on my wrist, preventing me from moving.

"So, what's your type?"

"Definitely not you"

"Dude, you so got burned," the others who were still blocking the door laughed.

"What kind of movies do you like?"

"Horror"

Before he could ask another question someone pulls me out of my spot, encircling their arms around me. I turn my head and find Fuuto looking very angry.

"What are you guys doing?"

"We were just getting to know the person you live with," the others nod their head agreeing with the one on the couch.

Fuuto doesn't say anything, he growls and drags me to the elevator while grabbing my guitar. We stand in the elevator in silence, his face was in a scowl.

"Fuuto thanks for getting me out of there. Those guys are weird"

He grumbles something under his breath.

"Hmm? What was that?"

He drops the guitar on the ground, it makes a light thud. He comes closer to me and looks me in the eye, dead serious. I stand shocked at how angry he looked.

"What did they do to you?"

"They only talked. Jeez, you think they were gonna-" he cuts me off.

"Those guys weren't just going to talk. They may only be 15 and 16 but they have bigger intentions than just talking"

"Well isn't that normal for a teenager?"

"Yes but that doesn't mean I could just let them have you"

Let them have me? What is he going on with.

"Why would you care anyway?"

"I don't, but if anything happened to you then most likely I'd be the one affected since you write my songs," he backs away, giving me my personal space back.

"Right"

We stay silent until I bring something up that one of the guys mentioned earlier.

"Hey, you think I could get tickets to your next concert? I wanna see how you perform the songs," I look at him from the corner of my eye.

"Why do you wanna do that?"

I shrug my shoulders and wait for an answer.

"Fine. I'll get you a backstage pass, I don't want to have to see your face in the crowd"

"No need to be mean about it"