One-shots that I have written about various J-Rockers, that I decided to put together in one place. If you are under eighteen, or at least under the age of consent for your area, you probably shouldn't peruse these as they do contain, rather graphic...
Firstly: This is honestly a PwP, which means it's mature, as is the usual, so if you don't want to read the sexy bits, or you're too young for your areas laws, look for this marking; ~X~ it will be at the beginning and the end of the scene.
Secondly: Brig is an Irish name and it is pronounced Brie-ge.
Thirdly: Kiti-tsuma roughly translates to 'Kitty-Wife'. Kiti - Kitty and Tsuma - Wife.
I may, later on down the line, write a standalone on how Die and Brig came up with Kiti-tsuma and Bear as their cheesy nick-names for each other. Just because I did have a whole thing in my head for that. But we'll see.
Enough of my yammering. On with the story.
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DIE TAX! 😍😍
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'Who's that?"
'What's she doing here?'
'Why is she talking to Kyo, as though she knows him! How rude!'
These were just a few comments that Brig could hear as she walked the halls. They were whispered furiously and in Japanese. The girls, unknowing that she could understand every word. These girls were a mix of professions. Make up artists, stylists or hair dressers. They were all new and recently hired and so didn't know who she actually was. All they noticed was how she spoke to the members of the band and how the band interacted with her. Their jealousy showing strongly, in many ways. There wasn't much else they noticed, well except for one thing.
'Who gave her that!?'
'That ring is huge!'
'But it's not JUST the diamond ring, do you see the other one? It looks like it's platinum!'
'What's so special about her!? She's just another white woman with yellow fever. Why else would she be all over, all the guys, if she's married!?'
Brig shook her head and laughed quietly to herself. She was used to this now. She'd been dealing with it, for the last eleven years. Although she had only been married to him, for four of those eleven. She generally no longer worked behind the scenes for the band. It could be too much, for she and her husband to handle. All the whispers and suspicious looks. They were used to it of course but that didn't stop it becoming an irritant from time to time. Then, if they were already stressed for other reasons, this extra annoyance could easily tip them over and they both hated arguing with one another. So, she decided that she would just stop working with them. However, occasionally her husband would pitch a fit and he would request her help, as she was the only one that seemed to know what to do, in his opinion. This time, was one of those times.
'Alright bear, just what are you having a hissy fit over now? God, you're more of a diva than me and that's saying something.' She spoke, as she walked into the gray carpeted room and looked at the man sitting in the makeup chair.
