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It's hot, really hot. It's completely warm, so warm that I feel like melting and turning into butter. That's how hot it was. It felt like I was burning inside an oven. It felt like I was on the face of the sun... I keep sighing and trying to keep my breath under control. But I just can't seem to do it. If someone was looking at me right now, they'd think I'm having a panic attack. Everything around me was darkening and shaking. I could hear my heartbeats, beating quicker and quicker. "Haahh...hahh..." I really hope...no one enters my room right now. Not when I'm busy. Or they might want to join in, and I don't want that...! Being a part of a boyband seemed cool at first, until you figure out all the members are completely insane and disgustingly gay. I'm not one of them, but sometimes, just sometimes, I find myself more attracted to males than females...? Ugh, what's happening to me, why am I getting distracted again? "Ah! Aggh..." I let out a weird noise. My sweaty hands let go of the thing I was tightly gripping...I shake my head and try to calm down again. What would happen If Soda came in right now? He'd definitely tell the others and they'd tease me... What would happen If Taka came in? I'm pretty sure he'd panic and blush a lot... What would happen If Leon did? Would he want to play with me? With my...? I immediately hide my face with my shaky hands, supressing a stifled laugh. And what would happen If White man came over, then? .... I don't even want to think about it. I don't need to think about it. Because that'll certainly never happen...right? .... I grab my phone again and close all the tabs, and quickly delete my search history.... I didn't see anything. I didn't do anything. That's the truth, right? .... Tomorrow we will hold another concert at California...I'm excited, I think. Being famous sure brings us as lot of advantage. We can say whatever we want and do whatever we want. We do have our limits, sure. But who cares about that? It's not like Justin Bieber is any better... Even though I don't really like being part of the 'Yag Direction', I can't deny the money and the fame are totally worth it. I get to have my own house, buy stuff I want...And every photo I post on social media instantly gets a million likes... But...what would happen if they knew our little secret? ... Our manager, Fuyuhiko, would be very mad, it'd affect more him than us... That makes sense, he's the manager, after all. The money matters to him more than anything... He's like the angry master, always on our tail and making us behave, especially behind cameras. The 'us' the fans know on camera are way different than the 'us' behind cameras. We do some mistakes here and there sometimes, which makes Fuyuhiko very angry, however the mistakes are not serious as exposing us to the world. So till this day, we're still known as the best straight-boyband-ever.
They'll never find out, I'm certain. Yeah...they won't...
With a small nod, I relax my muscles and lies down in my bed. I quickly drift off to sleep. ....
Saturday, 27 June 2018 ... I slowly wake up to someone calling my name...It sounded so gentle like sunbeams...so warm and sweet. Is it mom? Is she calling me? Is she mad at me? Does she forgive me about my...mistakes? Is it even a good idea to open my eyes and face her face? Ugh, I have no choice but to do that... "Hajime...." the voice repeated again. Still...something feels off about that voice...I can't put my finger on it...What's so wrong about this voice? "Hey Hajimeee~...." I feel someone's fingers caressing my hair. It'd be fine if it was mom, she's my mom after all...But something tells me this is not as innocent as it seems...Also, is it just me or that was actually a guy's voice?! "Wake up, man..." THAT...That's a guy's voice! A man! A man is my room! It must be one of the members... That's right! One of the Yag Direction...damn it, I totally forgot about it for a second! I immediately open my eyes- "Finally, you're awake!" he replied with a gentle smile. I was not prepared for my eyes to greet such a despicable person. It's good I ate nothing too heavy yesterday or I might have puked all over him. The guy standing near my bed was no other than the leader himself. Everyone calls him White Man, but his real name is -NnNaAEG*iOeT* kMA*wOdA- A normal name, right? However we all decided to call him by his famous nickname. White man has his hair in a shape of a white ugly cotton, his eyes are a shade of green greyish. He wears a green coat and a white shirt with a weird red symbol on it of some sort-and black pants, followed by his shoes. Has he ever heard of the name 'fashion'? Every time I see him I get the feeling of nausea...that's how awful and ugly he is. So the leader was here, waking me up. More importantly, why?
"What do you want?" I ask him, giving my death glare. "Whoa, no need to react so harshly-" he responds raising his both hands in the air, like he was surrendering. "You need to respect your leader, the elder, the famous, the handsome-" "Okay I get it! Just answer my question!!" He stops almost immediately and stares at me with dejected eyes. "..." he sighs. "Our manager told us to eat and get dressed and arrive at the airport soon." So it looks like it's legit. We'll really have to do this, huh? I can't wait! I'm actually happy to meet our fans again and sing our songs. It really feels like a dream every time we're on stage, the focus is us, the spotlight and cameras pointed at us...It's too overwhelming. I have been doing this for one year now...I hope it'll never go to an end. "Oh! Okay!" My mood has drastically changed from upset to energetic. I jumped off my bed and hurried to the bathroom. I don't even mind if he was watching me do that, it didn't matter right now. After doing my daily routine, I went to the kitchen to greet the members. We all lived in the same house, far away from the public, it was only us and some other people, like the manager, the guards, and housekeepers.
It felt tranquil to live there, minus the band's members, they are terrible. We lived near a particular beach, so that we can relax enjoying the view, have a nice bath in the sea...Yeah, that'd sound great to do that right now, but I can't get distracted by that. We have business to do, sadly... So I join the kitchen table, which was full of breakfast foods such as pancakes, fruits, and cereals. "Good morning, Hajime!" Taka greeted me. I nodded and sat by his side, ready to start stuffing food in my face. Kiyotaka might be the only member of the Yag Direction that I truly like, he's not noisy like White man, dirty like Kazuichi, or Intense like Leon. He's really carefree and seems like a nice person. He has that personality of a fangirl, who blushes easily and acts all cutesy... I can't say I hate that, it's actually...cute... Taka was wearing his usual white uniform and pants, his eyes, red like his cheeks. And short spiky black hair. "Yo, Hajime!" Kazuichi greeted me from across the table, smiling widely with his shark teeth. "Guess who was beating the meat yesterday?" I almost choke on my food after he said that...I try to hide my embarrassment by grabbing a water bottle and drinking til it's empty. "Huh, who?" Leon asked, seated by his side. "J-just ignore him..." I say, reddening. How did HE KNOW? Damn it...I really need to be more careful with the sounds I make... "I was actually joking, but after seeing Hajime's reaction...hmmm...what were you doing last night?" Kazuichi stared intensely at me. "N-NOTHING!" I replied, maybe a little too loudly. Ah, that's not good...I'm already sweating and acting suspicious! They're going to notice it! "Hey, guys, less talking and more eating..." We all turn our heads to the direction of that voice. It was him. White man. "Seriously, the manager's waiting for us, so hurry up!" How dare he interrupt breakfast? But I guess he saved me this time, huh? Well whatever, I'm almost done with my food anyway. White man approached our table and dramatically served himself a cup of wine and drank it. After that, we all went to change into our show uniforms. We need to look fancy and totally not gay! What, what? I'm not..they are! ...
We dressed and immediately left our house. We got into the black limo and headed straight to the airport. The whole time the band was making lame jokes about cars or stuff, I wasn't really paying any attention to those losers. Until one of them poked me. "Hey, Hajime, we could train at the beach later!" "Train what, Leon?" I frowned. Leon Kuwata is one of the members...we all know he plays baseball and others sports too. He claims he hates baseball, but that's not entirely true, is it? Leon has the hair of a flame, orangey red, cyan eyes, he was quite tall, I totally get why our fans choose him as theirs favorite...His sense of style is also very impressive...but...I'm the best, right? Hm... "The group decided we'd all play some volleyball a the beach later!" "But there's only 5 of us...someone will be left out." "And that'll be you, Hajime!" White man said with a smug on his stupid face. "We need someone to count the points, so you're perfect for the job!" I quickly turn my head to face him. "Whoa, what's with the scary face?" he laughed. "But he's right, though!" Kazuichi takes White man's side. "The manager definitely won't do that, so it's all up to you!" "I-I can do that...I'm not that good of a player, anyway!" Taka says, determined. "Huh, really?" White man says, surprised. Taka nods, it looks like he's really decided. Whew, thanks, Taka... Or maybe I really should've taken the role of counting the points? There's no way they'll play fairly...knowing how they are... ...
I just hope nobody pulls my pants off like last time... ...
We have finally arrived at the airport. Our fans were there, taking photos and begging for attention. We quickly passed by them, but not before waving and smiling. Soon, we were inside the airplane. Fuyuhiko seemed satisfied with our entrance, at least he's not in a bad mood as usual... We take our assigned seats, and, surprisingly, I ended up with White Man. I can't believe I'll have to seat by his side for hours... Am I in hell? I try to ignore him as much as possible by looking out the window and waiting for the plane to fly its way to the sky... Ah, yes, the blue and peaceful sky, with the white pure clouds, the gentle rays of sunshine...That takes me back to so many nice memories of my family and my childhood...How the cooking tasted great, how the smell of perfume smelled sweet, how the pictures we took were so silly and fun, how- "Heyy, Hajimeeee..." Oh no... "I know you can hear mee~" he gently rubbed his hands against my arm. "K-knock it off!" I hit his hand in response. "O-ouchie..." he chuckled softly as he sat down by my side. "Seriously, why do you hate me so much?" "I hate you ever since I joined the group last year-" "Wow, how much long until you realize you're in a love-hate relationship with me?" he bends towards my side, smiling. "Must you always be so full of yourself?" I reply, annoyed. "Of course! Otherwise, who will fill me up?" he winks. "You know...Fill me...inside?" I roll my eyes and look outside the window again. I can't ignore him forever, sooner or later he'll drag me into his weird talk. I'm not looking forward to that, at all. But while that doesn't happen...I'll just stare out the window... ...
After a few minutes, the plane was finally in the air... ..... ....... ............ He was actually very quiet... what's happening? I turn my head to look at him. White man seemed distracted, he was wearing his headphones on...was he listening to music? It's not like it matters, it was just unusual of him to not be bothering me-
"Hm? What is it?" Oh crap. He must've noticed I was staring. "Nothing..." I reply, averting my gaze. "Ah, are you interest in the music I'm listening to?" he asks. "...Not really." "Here!" Without my permission, he placed the headphone on my ears and forced me to listen to whatever song he was listening to...Ugh.
....
The lyrics I heard was...
"Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot-"
"What the-" I yank the headphones out and threw it towards his lap. "What kind of crappy song is that?" "Aw, you don't like Travis Cott's voice?" he picked up the headphones carefully. "I prefer much calmer and nicer songs, thank you." I cross my arms. "It's hard to satisfy you, huh?" he licked his bottom lips. "It's fine, I like playing hard-to-get." "No one's playing anything in here-" "What about this song-?" Yet again, and completely inevitable, he had put the object in my head. Great...what song is it now...
"When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw Ran out the door I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha I got your bitch singing, "Lalalala, lalala-"
It was a guy's voice singing...It actually sounded a lot like Leon's voice If I'm going to be honest... "Oh, are you blushing?" "W-what? NO!" I remove it again and he took it from my hands before I could throw it out the window. "And stop bothering me with those awful songs!" "You're right, you're right...Because our songs are the best of the best!" Well...I can't really deny that our songs are pretty popular with the ladies. It's not us who write them or anything...all we need is to sing and give it our manly charm...And that's all it takes for the fans to fall for us. I'm at a cursed boyband...there's no escape from this hellhole. "See? Everything I say is correct, there's no use arguing~" Satisfied with my silent reply, he went back to listening to the songs... What's his problem, seriously? I go back to stare out the window... It's so dreamy...the scenery.... Hmmm....
I feel...sleepy... .....
Yet again, someone was waking me up. But this time I knew it wasn't mom. And it wasn't a dream either. "It's time to leave!" I quickly regain my consciousness and get on my feet. We all left the airplane, the fans were also there to welcome us. We took some time to accept their gifts and sign a few autographs. After that, we left and went to a hotel, where we would be preparing for the concert. Then, we'd finally arrive at the place at nighttime. From what our manager said, the concert will last 3 hours. That's a lot of fun-time we'll have...but also exhausting. I barely arrived, and I can't wait to back to the beach house. "I could really use some cold drinks!" Kazuichi say as soon as he enters the apartment. "Something like..." "Wine?" White man says. "Yeah...yeah!" Kazuichi agrees, and excitedly runs to the refrigerator. Our manger who was nearby, saw the whole thing and protested. "NO DRINKS ALLOWED! I CAN'T AFFORD TO SEE YOU ALL HAVING A HANGOVER!" "Aww...bummer." White man shrugged. "F-fine...I'll drink some water, then!" Kazuichi took some water bottles and gave it to us. We were at peace, finally. At least for now. We still have some time before having to move our butts again. Now, who should I spend time with...?
(U CAN DO EITHER TAKA, WHITE MAN, KAZUICHI OR LEON'S ROUTE. OR ALL LOL IDC)
TAKA
I guess I'll spend time with Taka, at least I know I'll be comfortable with him. I approach Taka, who was watching tv, sitting on the couch. I sit next to him. "Hey, how are you?" I ask him. "Hm? I'm okay, I guess." he answered. Taka...he acts feminine sometimes, but don't be fooled by his cutesy image. He can be cool and manly whenever he wants. It's just that side of him that is really admirable. How he changes his personality, and becomes a completely different person. That's very helpful for when we need to appear...um...when THEY need to appear straight- "How about you, Hajime?" "I'm great, thanks..." I smile weakly. "I'm a little nervous for the concert, to be honest..." "Oh, you don't need to feel that way! Even though you were the last to join the band, it feels like you were always part of us!" he replied happily. That's...what does that has to do with what I said? I looked over to what he was watching...It was his favorite movie, Magic Mike... Eh... "It's true I joined after a few months, and that makes me feel a little out of place..." "You shouldn't!'There's many great things to be proud of yourself!" "Like what?" ....Taka hesitates for a moment. "Like, your voice is good! And your lines are really catchy!" "You mean, my lines by being the back singer and all?" "Well..." he clumsily scratched his head. "Y-your image really helps with advertisement of the band! Such a young and handsome face!" "The one who does that is Leon Kuwata, he's the image of the whole band, the representative-" "T-then...the fashion! Yeah! You really wear a lot of expensive and stylish clothes! That's very important as well!" Is he serious? I look down at what I'm wearing. A white shirt, a green tie, and simple black pants with a white-red shoe. ... "White man is the one who dresses the expensive clothes." I point at the latter, who was quietly listening to music near a mirror. "And he's not even good at it!" "Oh...sorry, Hajime!" he blushes and looks away. ... "Hey, it's okay! At least I'm doing something!" I tapped Kiyotaka's back to comfort him, even though the one who needed comfort was me. But he's right, I actually have a good voice, and I do sing some lines! I'm not just a nobody! Huh! It looks like talking to Taka made me realize that! I never knew me and him could get closer. We watched the rest of the movie in peace. ..... ....... ......... The manager called our attention. It was time to go already...
WHITE MAN I...don't really know why, but I have the feeling I should talk to White man. I approach White man, he was yet again listening to his boring musics. He was staring at his reflection on the mirror...What's he doing? "Um...hello?" I get behind him. Our eyes met at the mirror. This is a little weird...He takes off his headphones and smiles. "Oh, what a great surprise!" he gaped. "Hajime, you're talking to me!" "It's not like I want to...I just...have to." I reply confusingly. "Very well, what shall we talk about?" he made a thinking face. "Anything is fine as long as it's not boring..." ....We were still talking while looking at the mirror. That's strange, he won't turn around to actually face me. But that's alright. He's unexpected and weird in so many ways. I really can't let myself get surprised by his stupid actions. "Our boyband is a pop one, correct?" he suddenly asks. "Well...yeah?" Why is he asking that? Isn't he the LEADER himself? "I like our style and all, but sometimes I wonder if we should change it to rock..." "To...rock?" He tilted his head to the side and started playing an invisible guitar with his hands. The movements were actually quite accurate. "See? See?" he laughed. "I love playing the guitar! So obviously we could change our style to rock music!" "But, what type of rock music?" "Indie rock, heavy metal, alternative rock, grunge...who knows? Rock is rock!" he nods to himself after thinking about it. "I don't feel like limiting our genre type to just one category! Rock must be included!" "I guess you'd have to talk to our manager about that, though..." "...." he sighs. "I'm the leader, but he has more power than me...really...what kind of unfair world is that?" "I'm surprised though, you know how to play the guitar?" I ask. "Hm? Yeah of course, I have practice my wind guitar quite a lot!" ....Wind guitar? "You just have to use your fingers a lot! It hurts but after sometime, the pain will fade away..." he visibly trembled and whispered. "I don't mind running my fingers on you, just for practice..." ...I'm starting to regret the decision of choosing him. He knows no boundaries and he's crazy. That's all I learned from talking to him... We discussed more about instruments. ..... ....... ......... The manager called our attention. It was time to go already...
KAZUICHI I will spend some time with Kazuichi today, I really want to know what's going on with this guy. I approach Kazuichi, he was casually drinking water near a table whilst playing something on his phone. "Yo, Kazuichi!" I called him. He almost jumped out of his seat as he heard me. Was he really that concentrated? Or is he acting dramatic? "AAH!" he looked at me in shock. "Hajime? What the hell, dude? I was absorbed in a game!" "What game is it?" I looked over his shoulder and my jaw dropped when I saw what was on his screen. .... ....... We both stared at each other for some time. "So, what brings you here?" he put his phone on the table and directed his attention to me. "Well, choices..." That were chosen by anyone but me...seriously, why am I talking to him, again? "Good choice, I see!" Kazuichi let out a snarky laugh. "Won't let you down!" What's with this guy? He's almost as bad as White man...ahhh... "Are you excited for the concert?" I ask him. "Well, sure! I can't wait to sing and have fun!" "You are aware that the 'fun' will last 3 hours long, right?" I raised my eyebrow. "So what? That makes it even more exciting!!" he lets out his tongue in a teasing way. "Also, we could run into some hot fanboy or something-" Kazuichi really is an energetic person, he also happens to be the youngest. He's 16, but his anniversary is right around the corner....I wonder who will bake the cake? "Jeez, are you even listening?" he asks, irritated. "Huh? Of course I am!" "No you weren't!!!" he snapped at me. "Your mouth was drooling! What were you thinking about?!!?" "Um..." I wiped my mouth and shook my head. "Oh, I know!" he smiled. "You were so interested in me, you didn't even realize I was hypnotizing you!" "H-hypnotizing me....?" "Yeah! Like they do in the movies and stuff? That shit is so cool!" I guess it is...but isn't it also dangerous? To be under someone's control? Would you really want to have the power to make someone do anything you want? Anything at all? .... Would you, person? "But of course, nothing is cooler than building stuff! And then learning about their construction system!" "Really...?" "Yeah, honey!" he laughed. "That's one hobby of mine, to build stuff like bicycles, machine parts, vehicle parts, too." he proceeded to whistle. "I should be a mechanic instead!" A mechanic...huh...? That actually sounds... "Awesome...!" I mutter. "You think so?" "Yeah, I didn't know that!" "See? I knew I wouldn't let you down! Talk to me more, and you'll find out more interesting stuff...!" I can totally see that happening! Maybe talking to Soda wasn't as bad as I thought. It's funny how I spent so much time with the band, but only now I'm beginning to understand them. "So, Hajime, yes or no?" "Huh, what?" He shyly smiled, playing with his pink hair. "You wouldn't mind if I...tear you limb by limb and then rip your skin open and see how you look inside?" "!!!" That's so creepy...why would he say that?! After that, we had a talk bout his hobby, he seemed pretty happy with it. ..... ....... ......... The manager called our attention. It was time to go already...
LEON I will talk to Leon today, I'm curious to know more about the group representative. I approach Leon, it was quite hard to find him but he was on his room. Hmmm...As soon as I opened the door, I noticed he was on his bed. "Hello..." I said. "Did you come to bother me?" he answered with his head on the pillow. Yes.... "No! I just want to chat a bit, you know...until the concert happens...." With a small grunt, he sat on his bed. It looks like he accepted to talk to me. He's not always moody like this, maybe the stress and pressure are getting to him. Which makes sense, he's the one who represents our boyband, meaning, he's the focus on the magazine covers, on the albums, and he's also one of the lead singers.... He's very admirable, indeed. "So, how does it feel to be the main attraction?" I ask him. "Well, it's a lot of responsibility, of course...." he thoughtfully says. "It's very hardworking, and it's tiring, but we gotta keep pushing ourselves! Because...this new version of me who's chasing after my dreams is so cool...like...cool to the max!" It seems like I hit the jackpot by asking him that question. He looks totally pumped right now! "What do you mean, 'new version'?" I ask, intrigued. "You know, the old me...who used to play baseball in my school and everyone admired me...even though I hate it!" ...That much I know. "But now it's different, I'm not being forced to play! I'm finally free from school, and I can just enjoy doing what I like!" So...Leon actually likes being part of the Yag Direction? That...somehow that makes me happy too. Happy that he's living his dream as a singer. Carrying the band. And doing his best. "No matter what it takes, we'll always be on top!" he let out a heartwarming laugh. I smile, nodding. "Yeah, totally." I playfully poked his shoulder. "I was thinking about taking a nap, but it's fine, I can always rest tonight." he admitted. "Ah..." "What?" "I can't wait for us to start playing volleyball!" he grits his teeths. "Y-you're thinking about that...? What about the concert?" I ask him, bewildered. "Yeah, the concert will be fun as well, of course..." he frowns. "BUT! I am already feeling this rush of anxiousness flowing through my veins! It's gonna be awesome, I'm telling you!" I can't say I'm feeling the same...I mean, I'm not really the sporty type, I'm not a sedentary either, but I can't feel the same feeling of excitement he has. Still, I'm happy if he is, seeing Leon smile and be positive will definitely give me hope! Hope and...hope for a better...tomorrow...hope... "Taka will count the points, while me and you guys will play! I'm good at it, so I'm certain my team will win!" he proudly said. "You really enjoy sports, huh?" "I mean...yeah...and the best part of that is having to wear tiny shorts!" "...What-" "And the sun shining in our chest? That sounds awesome!" ....I don't think I'll play with them while only wearing a tiny short...that's too....weird. And of course, the direction of the conversation had to end in a strange way. I'm still happy I get to know him a bit more, maybe we could do that again... We continued talking a bit more about sports. ..... .......
.........
The manager called our attention. It was time to go already...
It was time. We quickly prepared and arrived at the concert. I was feeling excited, nervous, terrified, but most of all...Happy. Content. Joy. Everything was carrying on just okay, we greeted the fans, sang our famous songs to the crowd. That was one more special memory added to our minds, just having to see their smiling face is enough to fill us with pride. The Yag Direction really is something else, huh? We carried on like this until we were out of breath, until the sweat was dripping from our foreheads, until we were out of energy. We started like professionals, and finished like professionals. The crowd applauded us as we left the stage. "Good job, everyone! Now let's go home and call it a night!" Our manager said. We thanked him and left. I was so tired...I could probably sleep at anywhere I wanted to...That's how sleepy I was. But our night didn't end there. As we were ready to enter our apartments, Kazuichi stopped us and pointed at someone. "Wait...wait...!" he yelled. "What, what is it?" White man asked him, impatient. "Isn't that...Gundham?" Gun-what? I looked at what he was pointing at... It was a tall man with weird black and grey looking hair, his right eye was red and his left was black...or is it the opposite? Who knows...He was wearing a big purple scarf, a black jacket, a white shirt under it...and black pants...and the shoes, of course. Who is this guy, again? "...!" he seemed to notice us staring at him. "What is the meaning of this, you fiends?!" he shouted. "Aah! It's totally him!!" Kazuichi's eyes shone with excitement. "Who is he?" Taka asked curiously. "I don't know, but he's hot." Leon said, inspecting Gundham from head to toe. The man, apparently called Gundham, approached us with a shocked face. "Is this... the Yag Direction?" "Aaah! HE EVEN RECOGNIZES US! What an amazing guy!" Kazuichi's smile grew wider and wider. "I knew it, I could smell the stench from a mile away!" "The stench?" White man repeated, offended. "Who are you, dude?" I ask the mysterious man. "I am Gundham Tanaka!" He introduced himself. I never heard of him before, why is Kazuichi so happy to see him like he is a puppy or something? It's evening, we're all tired and ready to go to bed- "Aaahh, I read all your works! Can you sign an autograph for meeee?" Kazuichi begged him. "Pleeeease?" 'Read'? Does that mean Gundham is a writer? If so, what does he write about? "Alright, I'll do that. Where is the paper?" "H-here!" Kazuichi lifted up his shirt. "My chest...write your name here! And with a phrase like 'You're my everything'!!" What- "You idiot! Do you really think I'd do that?!" Gundham widens his eyes in disgust. "What's the matter? No one's looking-" "Oh! I'd like one, too!" Taka raises his hand, excited. "Come on, Gundham...I'm your biggest fan!!" Kazuichi approached Gundham and placed his hands on his shoulder. Oh no is he going to...? Me and the others couldn't help but watch, wondering what will happen next. "Pretty please?" he asks in a cute voice. "Get your hands...OFF.ME!" Gundham takes Kazuichi's hands and shove them away. "This is too much to handle, I need to take legal actions against this!" ...Legal actions? "Nooo...where are you even going?" Kazuichi watched as Gundham quickly stepped away from them. "Don't go..." "Come on, Kazuichi, let's go already-" I push him towards the entrance. "B-but..." It didn't take long for him to give up. And as soon as that happened, we were all inside the apartment. Seriously...what was that all about? I was too tired to ask them, I just remember going to my room and falling on my bed. At least I think that was my bed- .... Gundham Tanaka.... Maybe he's a writer...What did he mean by 'take legal actions'? ...Maybe he's not being serious, who knows... I should talk to Kazuichi more about it and get information about this guy.
Somehow I feel...we should be careful... Something tells me he's the one who will ruin our entire career... That can't happen, right? It won't, right? .... And then, I had closed my eyes.
