Chapter Text
Title: Keep my secret hidden (or what you call fate)
Character(s): Miyuki Kazuya, (fem)Sawamura Eijun, etc.
Warning: OOC Sawamura, probably.
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xvii.2 what you call fate
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“Never ever forget to start your day with a smile~,” she sings the lyrics with passion, complete with the mop and the shiny dance floor.
In an effort to appear like the rock star her idol was, she twirls the mop, and slides to the other side of the room. Laughing, she looks at the television, and grins.
“Osu!” she giggles, hugging the now limp mop on her body as she watches the interview of her idol with his fellow band members.
“Miyuki Kazuya-sama—”
“Oh please, just call me Kazuya,”
Eijun almost hyperventilated when Miyuki Kazuya turns on the camera and bites his lip. Oh, god. Miyuki Kazuya, do you not worry about your fans dying?! I’m already seeing the light, damn you.
“Y-yes, Kazuya-kun then. Ahem.”
The host (—a pretty Japanese actress that was given a hosting reality talk show project that Miyuki and his members were always on as they’re the top icons because she’s favored for her beauty that Eijun kind of—a little, maybe much—hate because she clings to Miyuki Kazuya like some lizard to its wall whenever they’re on set) blushes, but coughs to hide—not that anyone missed the hearts forming on those blue eyes—her embarrassment.
“I’ve heard quite a shocking news after your magnificent concert,” in here, the host gasps dramatically with the audience, and says with an almost whisper.
“That—that you’ve found a girlfriend,” the host almost whimpers, and Eijun for the first time, sympathizes with her.
Eijun moves closer to the television and tries to imitate a woman looking at her beloved and asking why with eyes full of tears as she traces the screen (which has Kazuya’s close up in it—bless the cameraman) with her fingers.
“Haha! That is quite a shocking news, isn’t it,” hearing her idol laughs at this makes her heart breaks in two, the tears from before begins to run like a river, and she can’t help but think she’ll take forever to recover from this heartache.
“Hyahaha! Don’t be fooled by this dork, he’s just messing around!”
Kuramochi Youichi, second only to Kazuya when it comes to who Eijun loves the most, laughs, and Eijun practically drools on her television screen.
“I don’t know, You-chan. I think Miyuki-chan here is quite serious,” Eijun sniffs. Having these three lovely boys in front of her sitting so close to each other like some fancy dolls from a commercial, it’s as if they’re asking her to commit seppuku. My fantasy!!!
“Haha! Come on, girlfriend? It’s not like that. If anything, I’m not even confident that she’ll like me back,“ the lead vocalist whispers, glasses glistening as those lights focus on Miyuki Kazuya’s gorgeous face.
Eijun imagines herself cradling Miyuki Kazuya’s head to her lap, and petting him to ease the impossibilities of anyone rejecting the Miyuki Kazuya, and saying, don’t worry honey. That girl is born blind, and has a rock for a heart. You’ll find someone better. I’m right here, if you want.
Eijun bangs her head on her tv for good measure, and almost misses Miyuki Kazuya’s almost pleading, desperate request.
“So if any of you has seen a golden-eyed brown haired girl, please bring her to me,” he says with the utmost sincerity in front of the camera. And Eijun almost melts. She quickly grabs her phone to check the color of her eyes, and groans in disappointment.
“Should I buy contact lenses?”
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“You’re fucking crazy, man. I’m speechless,” Kuramochi shakes his head, amusement clearly dancing through his eyes.
Untying his tie, Kazuya smirks.
“I aim to impress,” he mocks a bow, and laughs. Kuramochi shakes his head, and walks to the backroom to change to his normal clothes. The others following suit as they’re done for the day.
“What were you thinking Miyuki? Do you know what will Kataoka-san say once he hears about this? Don’t even get me started with Rei— honestly, Kazuya, what the hell were you thinking?” Chris taps his foot on the floor, his clipboard firmly placed between his arm.
Kazuya ruffles his hair, and says with an almost shy smile—Chris thought he might be getting delusional due to old age (which is strange because he’s only twenty).
“I badly wanna meet this girl, Chris-senpai. And for once, I don’t even care if the media gets involved. This girl, Chris-senpai, I know,” he says with an almost whisper, holds his cheek with eyes far too caring as if he hadn’t been slapped by said mystery woman.
“She’s the one.”
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“Achoo!” Eijun ungraciously blows her nose with tissue, and stares at the ceiling stupidly.
It’s been a week since Miyuki Kazuya announced his search for his mystery girl and none of the girls (with eyes so gold and hair so brown—Eijun thinks every parlor is having a field day for the unexpected boom in their business) has ever come close to what Miyuki Kazuya was looking for.
Apparently, his whole “bring her to me” game he thought of has gone on another level, and substitutes the suddenly on sick leave show host of the reality talk show, and begins his search for his mystery girl.
You’d think the people would get bored by Miyuki Kazuya only looking for a single girl in an hour show, but apparently people has no lives whatsoever, and the show has top ratings despite it having only one segment with Kazuya sitting on a throne, and saying things like:
“No, she’s not you.”
“No. And is that a wig?”
“No. I am looking for a female.”
“Yes, you are a female. I am so sorry.”
“She is most likely human. Please take off that costume.”
And so on, that Miyuki Kazuya’s show becomes such a huge hit in being the funniest reality show ever created in history that producers are having a hard time figuring out what will happen if ever Kazuya finds his mystery girl.
“It’s obviously you he’s trying to find, Ei-chan. I’m pretty sure,” Wakana slides next to her friend, and giggles. She’s been observing her friend and boy, was she stupid.
Doesn’t her friend know that she has the shiniest golden eyes ever laid upon in history? Even Wakana finds herself mesmerized by her friend’s eyes if not for her coming back to reality whenever Ei-chan opens her loud mouth.
“Don’t be stupid, Wakana. Of all the people in Japan, it’d be such a complete bullshit if the girl he’s trying to find turns out to be me,” Eijun grouses, her tissue box lying beside her as she sniffs.
“And besides, I have brown eyes, can’t you see? I supposed I could buy fake lenses like those girls in t.v, but I don’t want to lie. Especially not to my idol, and you should know that,” she glares at her friend who only raises both her arms in mock surrender, and sighs.
“But won’t you at least try? It’s not like you’ll lose anything if he says no,” Wakana prods, her words soothing Eijun as she listens.
“…You think so?” Wakana grins, and nods.
“Of course! I’m your best friend. I won’t lie to you,” Eijun huffs and turns away. And after half a minute, she turns to Wakana who’s been waiting patiently, and smiles shyly.
“Dress me up?”
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“I’m getting bored, Miyuki. It’s been a week, and you still can’t find your mystery girl. This is getting nowhere,” Jun-san growls, untying his necktie, and sitting across Tetsu-san to play a game of shogi.
“Yeah, you bastard. This is not fun anymore. Do you even know if she’ll come?” Kazuya leans his back on his chair, and says.
“I know she will. She’s my fan,” Ryo-san raises an eyebrow, but opts not to say anything, and only turns to Chris-senpai to speak.
“You’re such a pompous ass, you jerk. I pity the girl,” Kuramochi shakes his head in wry amusement, but Kazuya only blinks.
“I’m not kidding. I seriously saw her in the front row when we performed during our recent major concert in Tokyo,” and everyone instantly leaps on Kazuya that he almost fell off his chair.
“You know how she looks? Then why the hell are we still doing this? You could have just asked, you know, one of the best artist around the world, and draw her for you, and you’d only have to appear on t.v. to promote the picture once.”
Nods, and Kuramochi asks.
“Why did you waste your time looking at people you’re sure you wouldn’t recognize?”
Kazuya scratches his head, and blushes (his band members almost drop dead).
“I guess, I just don’t know how I’ll act around her. You know how I’m kind of—not really, right?— an asshole sometimes and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep the good guy image in front of her when she’d already seen me at my worst.”
He looks up, and his eyes can tell his band mates how he’s determined.
“In television, I can still feel my usual surroundings, and then I’d be calm if she ever comes, and then I won’t make a fool out of myself.”
Kuramochi laughs out loud, and Jun-san snorts in amusement.
“You’re whipped, man. I can’t believe I’d see the day the Miyuki Kazuya chasing after a shadow of a woman he barely met.”
“Good luck on your search, Miyuki-chan,” Ryo-san meets his eyes, and leaves with a cryptic parting message.
“There’s a thing called fate, Miyuki-chan. And sometimes, if fate doesn’t work, then we’ll use tactics to force it through.”
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“There’s no need to drag me, dammit—Wakana, stop pulling my shirt!” Eijun wants to slap her friend across the head but because she’s too nice, and she knows she won’t be able to, she let her friend drags her to the studio.
“Ma’am, you’re not allowed to be in here,” a guard wearing black appears. However, before Eijun could snap at him that she should be Miss, and not be called with some old lady term, Wakana beat her to it.
“We only need five minut—”
“I already said you canno—”
Wakana scratches the guard’s cheek, and drags her to the center of the stage. Whoah.
“Whoah, careful, Ei-chan. You almost fell off the stage,” and Eijun glares at her grinning friend only to finally realize, a few seconds late, that she’s on live television, and Miyuki Kazuya is staring at her.
“U-uhm, hello. I-I’m your biggest f—oof!” Eijun feels like air were sucked out of her lungs at how hard she’s being hold, and almost retaliated negatively.
Then she realizes a little bit later that the one hugging her to death (as if hated her and couldn’t think of any revenge so she’d be hugged to death instead), is none other than Miyuki Kazuya himself.
Whoah. I can see the gates.
“Breathe, Ei-chan. Stay with me here,” someone whispers on her ear. And Eijun thinks that all her life, this is probably the event she’s used most of her luck.
“M-miyuki K-kazuya,” she whispers, feeling nauseous all of a sudden, but before she could pass out, and end this beautiful dream, Miyuki Kazuya unlocks his arms around her at an arm length, and smiles down at her.
She feels something funny inside her belly, and she can feel that the tip of her ears glowing red.
“What’s your name?” as if in trance, which is notentirely wrong, Eijun answers.
“S-Sawamura Eijun, 18 years old. Blood type is O. My birthday is on May 15th, and dear heaven, I think I’ll die on my own birthday,” Miyuki Kazuya laughs at her, but not in a way where she’d think he’s mocking her, but a laugh as if relieved he found her.
“Miyuki Kazuya, 19 years old. Blood type is B. My birthday is on November 17th, and I’m pleading heaven not to take you away,” and Miyuki Kazuya kneels down.
Taking Eijun’s right hand on his, he looks up.
“Please let me know you more.”
End of story.