Elegant Artist (Fuuto x OC)

Mine

My cell phone rings at 5am, waking me from my oh so peaceful sleep. I grumpily pick up my phone from the nightside table and answer it, placing it against my ear.

"Hello?" I say, although it was muffled by my pillow.

"Hi, is this Mai the song writer? I'm the manager of Jackson Little, a big up and coming artist in America"

"And?"

"Are you interested in writing some songs for him? And maybe, if you're as good as a singer as I hear some people say, do a duet with him?"

I push myself up into a sitting position, now completely awake. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry if you don't understand what I'm saying, I'm not very good at speaking other languages"

"That's ok, I understand what you're saying. Feel free to talk in English though, I can understand"

"Well, we will be willing to pay you large sums of money per song and even more if you join him and do that duet I mentioned"

"That would be incredible. What kind of music does he sing?"

"Pop, but I think he needs to widen his range. Perhaps some slower songs will be perfect"

"Ok," I yawn. "I'll start working on the songs after doing some research"

"Research? Why would you need to do research?"

"I don't know what he's like, I like to write songs that can be sung from their point of view. He can't sing about a girl if he's never been with one, does that make sense?"

"Ok. Actually, I'll send you his biography through email, it should have all you need"

"All right, I'll get back to you in a little bit with my progress"

"Excellent. Oh, by the way, he's having a concert in your city, we'll come and meet you personally then"

"Great, well I gotta go," I say, ignoring the fact that he knew where I lived.

"Thank you again"

I hang up and fall back in my bed.

***

I was reading through the biography when Fuuto barged into my room. He jumped onto the bed beside me and started cuddling me. He lifts his head off my shoulder slightly to look at what I was doing on my laptop.

"Who's that?" He asks, sounding like he was trying to hold in his anger.

"Jackson Little, an American singer. His agent called me earlier and asked me to write him some songs"

"I thought you only wrote songs for me," he pouts.

"I write songs for whoever pays me"

"Fine. Just remember you're mine"

My phone rings again and I answer it. Jackson's manager was calling to tell me that they were in town and wanted to visit so I could meet the artist I was writing for in person.

"O-of course, um if you'd like to come now that'd be fine with me, although the house is a little crowded-"

"That's alright, it'll only be a quick visit"

"Ok"

I give him the address and quickly hop off my bed after hanging up. I grab a dress from my closet and shove Fuuto out of the room.

"What-?"

"I need to get ready, we're going to have visitors"

I close the door and get ready, putting on the dress, fixing my messy hair, putting on a little bit of makeup. When I was ok with the result I checked my phone again to see I had a message saying they were here. I race down to the elevator, hoping I would get to the door before any of the brothers.

"Who are you?" I hear when I reach the front entrance.

I sigh, knowing it was Fuuto who had answered the door. "I'm Jackson Little, we're supposed to be meeting with Mai," an American accented boy says.

"Sorry about him," I say, moving Fuuto away from the door. "I'm Mai"

He shakes my hand with a smile. "You're much more beautiful in person. I've seen pictures but man, you don't compare"

I could see the anger on Fuuto's face but I ignore him for the moment. "Thanks," I say unsurely. "Anyway, come in, we can talk some more inside"

"Actually I was wondering if you'd be able to show me around town a little, I saw this nice park that I'd like to take a walk through," Jackson suggests.

"That can be arranged but remember your schedule," his manager says.

"That's fine, the park isn't too far from here"

"I'll come too," Fuuto says, grabbing my hand before I can step outside.

I lead the way to the park, the two boys behind me. Jackson's manager had left to do some work, leaving me in the tense situation.

"So, are you her brother?" Jackson asks him.

"No I'm-"

"Cousin? You must be, why else would you be living in the same house as her if you weren't family?" Jackson interrupts.

"Can we keep the tension to a minimum? I'm trying to actually enjoy my day," I say.

Fuuto gets a phone call from his manager, saying he got the role for the movie and had to go meet with the directors. He leaves and I keep walking with Jackson through the flower filled park, talking about random things.

"So who was he anyway?"

"He's my boyfriend"

"And you live together?"

I shrug. "I just so happen to live in the same building as him and his family, the relationship sort of just happened"

"Why are you with him? He seems so egotistical"

"Well that's one way to describe him," I mumble. "He's sweet, I can't think of any reason why I wouldn't want to be with him"

"Well there's the fact that he's him and then there's me," he says, flashing a bright smile my way.

I laugh. "You're hilarious. I don't know what it is about him... but he's mine and I love him"