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Tsukino Misaki

"'Every girl's dream,' huh? What a shallow, meaningless fantasy this is..."

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a character in “How To Paint A Colorful Sky”, as played by Feyblue

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"Being an idol is fun - the music, the lights, the dancing - but when you get down to it, it's actually remarkably similar to being a slave. You're forced to think, speak, appear and act according to the rules set out by your handlers, and any attempt to step out of line and be your own person will be met with strict punishment - yet nobody sees fit to care."

"I might as well just be scenery, for all I matter as a person. I'm so tired of living like this..."


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๏ผฆ๏ผต๏ผฌ๏ผฌ ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ
      Tsukino Misaki. Her surname means "Moon Field," while her given name translates to "Beautiful Blossom."

๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ(๏ผณ)
      AngeLโ˜…LunA/Luna-chan. The former is her stage name, while the latter is the nickname by which her fans often refer to her.

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      She has something of a self esteem complex caused by her constant (failed) efforts to prove herself to her distant mother. This has driven her to view herself as worthless, and, combined with the pressure of her high profile lifestyle, has made her begun to reconsider the value of her life itself.

๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผค๏ผฅ๏ผฒ
      Female

๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ
      16

๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
      Heterosexual

๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
      Japanese


"That's right... I'm just a pretty doll dressed up in fancy clothes and put on a stage to sing and dance for the pleasure of an audience who couldn't give a damn less who the person they're watching really is, or how I feel. No, more that that, if they ever knew what I really thought, they'd all laugh at me like the pathetic idiot I am. It seems like so much fun at the time, but... when you get down to it... I think I'm starting to hate it."


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๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผด
      5'7"

๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผด
      120 pounds.

๏ผจ๏ผก๏ผฉ๏ผฒ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ
      Dark, chocolate brown.

๏ผฅ๏ผน๏ผฅ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ
      Bright greenish blue

๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผฉ๏ผฎ ๏ผด๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ
      Pale.

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      Average in height and lithe in build, Misaki certainly has a rather distinctive appearance despite her modest stature. With long, straight, silky hair of a rich brown hue framing crystal-like blue-green eyes, and a gently curving, mature figure, one can easily see why she was scouted as an idol. Her skin is pale and smooth, with scarce few scars or blemishes to mar its surface. Although her average height makes it a little less notable than it might be in a taller woman, her body is clearly slanted towards her limbs, which, although thin and elegant, lacking significant amounts of muscle, appear neither scrawny nor overly dainty and fragile. Over all, perhaps the best way to describe her would be as an "average beauty," paradoxical though that might seem, as she isn't overly tall nor incredibly buxom, nor does she possess any uncommon features aside from, perhaps, her somewhat rare eyes. Nevertheless, although many aspects of her overall image might seem ordinary, they all add up to a very appealing whole.

      The two outfits she is usually seen in are what make the difference between her rather nondescript daily image, and the iconic appearance of the captivating idol singer, Luna. For her daily garb, she usually just sports her high school's basic uniform, with a white blouse, green and white tie, black blazer, and gray skirt, with knee-high black stockings and featureless brown leather sneakers, the heels of which are slightly elevated to increase her apparent stature. When performing or making appearances related to her job, however, she changes out this attire for a much more flattering ensemble consisting of a short, frilly black dress and corset with thigh-high stockings and garters, colored with white and purple markings. With a black ribbon and a flower in her hair to complete the image, she thus favors a somewhat Gothic style of appearance - although, this outfit isn't one she chose so much as one that was given to her for her job, but she supposes things could be much worse.
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"Why? I don't understand it... All the sleepless nights spent rehearsing and studying and bettering myself in every imaginable way, all the days spent running from photoshoots to interviews to performances to school and tests and work and the millions of other obligations I face every single day... All of that was for you, Mom...! So why? Why won't you say anything?!"


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      โœฆ Distant โœง Cynical โœฆ Sarcastic โœง Devoted โœฆ

      Misaki is an individual who many people may think they understand in an instant. With a melancholic, yet kind and polite exterior, she devotes herself to any and all things that are expected of her, without holding anything back, as though she refuses to accept any outcome short of the best one possible. She assists others without question, and without asking for anything in return, as though she doesn't know how to request compensation for her actions, or to say "no" to something she doesn't want to do. A dedicated student, far be it from her to accept anything short of an A in any academic venture, and unimaginable that there might be some extra credit activity she hasn't done twice just for good measure. Her teachers and classmates all speak highly of her diligence and generosity, but something nobody ever seems to notice is the fact that despite her impeccable reputation and incredible determination, she doesn't seem to actually have any friends, with everyone around her either being intimidated by her serious character and her reputation, or unable to approach her due to her busy schedule. She doesn't really interact with her peers much, nor does she seem to have any real hobbies. When she's not studying, she's rehearsing for her performances, or carrying out interviews, or endorsing commercials, or something similar. There's always some important thing she has to do, and although she doesn't show them often, the telltale signs of exhaustion will appear in both her appearance and demeanor now and again, as her hectic lifestyle takes quite a toll on her constitution.

      Although she hides it well beneath this outgoing, invincible facade, the real Misaki is a great deal different from the confident, fearless, and cheerful persona she dons to protect her image as an idol. Directionless in life, she follows the instructions given her as though she has no choice, living solely for the praise of those around her, and the brief, fleeting fulfillment it brings. Unable to relate to others, she feels useless, judging herself solely by how people see her. She thus became an idol in the hopes of being acknowledged and admired, but ultimately, this only led her to more confusion and depression as she found herself being forced into a mold which she could not break for fear of losing her fans, and, by extension, her job. She was forced to act cutesy and audacious, as though confident in everything she said and every move she made, which in turn caused others to see her as a contented, self-assured young woman, when in reality, every second she lived was filled with torturous indecision, desperately hoping she had made the right move and had followed her instructions adequately. Without some sort of prompt to guide her, she feels uncertain and afraid of how people might view her actions. Consequently, the more people expected of her, the less and less she found herself capable of living up to her own reputation, even with the code of conduct she's been forced to abide by to protect her real nature from being found out. She knows one day she'll slip up, ruin her image, and be thrown aside as a washed-up has-been, becoming a laughingstock amidst the very people who once cheered and applauded at the sight of her. Even assuming she can maintain her mask of perfection, she can't stay an idol forever. When she becomes less attractive, or people grow tired of her appearance and voice, she'll still be thrown away and forgotten, a prospect that horrifies her, since losing the one thing that has made her important in such a way would be the ultimate concession of her own meaninglessness and uselessness. Were that to happen, she knows she couldn't bear it, and that she'd probably end up killing herself one way or another. The question is just one of "how soon?"

      Another thing that disturbs her greatly is the flaunting of her own body while she performs. With costumes that pander directly, and oftentimes blatantly, to the tastes of her audiences, she feels as though, little by little, she's selling her dignity in exchange for fame. Although there are plenty of people who freely and openly profess their love and adoration for her, it's become quite plain to her that all they "love" about her is that she's a pretty girl who serves as a blank, cheerful "ideal" onto which men can project their dreams and desires. Nobody cares who she actually is or what she likes or how she feels about anything - just that she's beautiful, intelligent, kind, and never seems saddened by anything life throws her way. So long as she can pretend to be this "perfect" girl, of course people will love her - but they'll only be in love with an assumed image. As an idol, her only job is to be an actualization of the dreams of her fans - nothing more, nothing less. In that case, is it really her who people are praising and applauding? Does she really deserve the love and attention she receives? Such doubts plague her mind, made all the more poignant by the fact that the one person she wants to praise her more than anyone has only come to hate her for what she's become.


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      โœฆSinging - From a young age, Misaki has loved to sing, which is part of the reason why she became an idol in the first place.
      โœงSweets - Although she'd probably be too ashamed to admit it to anyone, she has a massive sweet tooth, and adores sweet foods and drinks.
      โœฆReading - Studious in the extreme, she immediately strikes one as being a bit of a bookworm. But, what most people don't realize is that she enjoys reading works of fiction just as much as keeping up good grades in school, and, although she doesn't get the chance often anymore, she loves to just hole up in her room with a good fantasy novel and read it cover to cover.
      โœงRomance - A closet romantic, Misaki is actually surprisingly girly in her tastes in fiction, considering her outwardly serious demeanor. Whether it be a movie or a novel, or in some cases even an Otome Game - although she would never tell anyone about this - she finds a great deal of happiness in watching the relationships of other people succeeding, be they real or fictional. As normal, healthy relationships are something she would greatly like to have herself, and her job doesn't exactly offer her room to date, for now this is the closest she can get to true love.
      โœฆAttention - As someone who perpetually judges her own merits on the reactions of those around her, Misaki couldn't live with herself if she wasn't respected by her peers and superiors. She just wishes earning the praise of her mother could be so easy.



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      โœฆInsults - She's not someone who takes criticism or mockery well, even if it's meant in jest. Quickly becoming defensive or despondent, she can hold a grudge over a surprisingly small verbal slight for quite some time.
      โœงAwkwardness - She hasn't interacted with her peers in what you'd call a normal fashion very much at all. Consequently, given her chronic uncertainty, any sort of intimate or personal situation has a tendency to put her on edge, causing her to rapidly distance herself. This, combined with her cold exterior, makes her come off as a little bit of a Tsundere sometimes.
      โœฆCats - She has a bad history trying and failing to interact with them. She's much more of a dog person, as they don't claw you nearly as much.
      โœงSpicy Food - It's not that she doesn't like the taste - she just can't handle the burning in her mouth afterward. This leads to a somewhat amusing sort of culinary masochism as she finds a dish she greatly enjoys and begins scarfing it down, stopping only to pour entire glasses of water down her burning throat and wipe the tears from her eyes before going right back to eating.
      โœฆPhysical Contact - Although her mother wasn't exactly abusive to her, the woman's sometimes violent punishments and chastisements, combined with some particularly frightening experiences with rather dangerously clingy fans, ended up giving Misaki a bit of a complex about being touched which still asserts itself to this day. Although her reactions aren't very extreme - no mental breakdowns or anything similarly debilitating - she has been known to respond to unexpected hugs with flailing and the occasional slap.



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      โœฆCharisma - Kind, polite, pretty, photogenic, and possessing a beautiful and clear voice, it's quite easy for her to earn the adoration of those around her, which is one of the main reasons why she's been so successful as an idol.
      โœงIntelligence - A straight-A student possessing an excellent memory, she's diligent in her studies, and has reaped the results of her determination in the form of near-flawless grades.
      โœฆCooking - She's been making meals for herself for quite some time now, since her mother was never there to cook for her. Although her culinary creations are always rather simplistic, and can sometimes be a little bit strange, what she does know how to make, she makes well.
      โœงOrganization - She's been a class representative for several years in a row, and has micromanaged the events orchestrated by her class in all of those years. By now, she's gotten pretty good at it.
      โœฆEfficiency - She does things as quickly and directly as possible so as to avoid wasting energy - a nessecity for someone whose life is as hectic as hers.

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      โœฆLack of Social Skills - Having seldom interacted with her peers, she finds it difficult to read people and discern how they're feeling, sometimes coming off as insensitive or emotionless because of this. The fact that nobody ever really talks to her much as an equal doesn't help things at all.
      โœงPhysically Weak - The one major area Misaki is an utter failure in is athletics. Having focused so much time and effort on her studies, and without any real friends to get her outside doing things, she has thus ended up lacking much of the exercise most people her age have, causing her to tire easily and to be rather unable to lift heavy objects.
      โœฆDependence - Her mother's severe manner has driven Misaki to constantly try to prove herself in new and amazing ways, hoping to finally earn the affection of her distant parent. Until she does, it's unlikely she'll view anything she does as a truly successful venture. Although the praise of others gives her some slight courage, the fact that she bases her self-esteem entirely on the way others treat her makes her horribly uncertain at almost all times, and especially susceptible to insults and belittling.
      โœงCaffeine Dependency - Due to her incredibly busy lifestyle, there's seldom a night where she actually gets enough sleep. In order to stave off exhaustion, she can usually be found drinking soda, tea, or small energy booster drinks pretty much everywhere she goes in order to keep herself awake and alert. On the flipside, this means that on particularly bad days, she can fall asleep completely without warning, leading to some rather embarrassing situations, as the aloof girl can be unexpectedly cuddly while asleep.
      โœฆTsundere - ...This one doesn't need much explanation. Since she has no idea how to read people or how to deal with social situations - especially intimate or romantic interactions - she generally tries to hide her uncertainty and awkwardness through her usual cold, unassailable facade, which can lead to suspiciously specific denials of things people never suggested, and even the occasional insult. Nevertheless, when she gets flustered, it's kind of obvious, no matter how hard - or perhaps BECAUSE of how hard - she tries to hide it. She's without a doubt a nice person, and can be perfectly cordial so long as she's not out of her element - it's just she sucks at dealing with people. The number of romance novels and games she plays may also have something to do with this particular trait...

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      โœฆAbandonment - Perpetually terrified that people will stop caring about her if she fails to meet her own absurdly high standards, a fear of no longer being admired and loved drives a great deal of her perfectionist personality.
      โœงImage - Another thing that terrifies Misaki is her perpetual dread of what other people actually think of her, as she always worries that even the slightest slip might reveal her true personality and cause those who were once her fans to be disgusted with her.
      โœฆSolitude - Although she's become used to it by now, she has a crippling fear of being alone, especially dying alone, which is seeming like more and more of a possibility given her issues interacting with others, and the fact that, despite her fame, she's never actually been on a date in her life - especially not since becoming an idol, since any sort of romance would sully her "pure" image, and anger the fans drawn in solely by her sex appeal, thus making it taboo.
      โœงBeing Discarded - More than just an abandonment complex, Misaki has seen firsthand what happens to idols who lose their beauty, their fans, or their image. She doesn't want to lose the fame she's worked so hard to earn. She'd sooner die than go back to being a no-name loner who nobody cares about.
      โœฆThe Dark - A rather lame fear for someone her age, but she's always been a little twitchy when she can't see the area around her. With fear of monsters replaced by fear of muggers, rapists, or other such attackers, she finds it difficult to stay calm when alone late at night - although she tries to hide this fact from others, too.



"I thought I'd become successful, that I'd made myself into a person people would admire, into a daughter she could be proud of. But that's not what happened at all, is it? All I've done is become a doll - a shallow, superfluous existence whose only purpose is to provide something interesting to look at, and nothing more. I don't get it... where did I go wrong?! Why is it that even though I've done everything I possibly could to make people proud of me, I still feel so pathetic?! What is wrong with me?!"



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      Father - Kageyama Kenshiro - Alive - 40 - Estranged
      Mother - Tsukino Natsuhi - Alive - 37 - Estranged

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      To understand Misaki's life, it is first necessary to understand the circumstances that lead to her birth. Her mother, Natsuhi, was, at 21, an up and coming star in the movie business, landing several acclaimed roles through equal parts chance and talent despite her young age, having run out on her strict family to pursue her dreams of being an actress rather than inherit the family business. One unexpected hit lead to her being rapidly scouted out and hired for even more prestigious productions. It seemed she was on the fast track to tremendous fame and success. But, it was around this time that it all went wrong for her. Beginning an affair with a famous baseball player, the two unexpectedly conceived a daughter. The father, who had only been in it for the fun, wanted nothing to do with raising a child, and swiftly bolted, leaving her mother to deal with the issue of raising their daughter herself. Unable to continue acting due to her pregnancy and the aftereffects thereof, Natsuhi found her brief fame gone in an instant - and she never forgave Misaki for taking it from her.

      Right from the beginning, the young girl seldom saw her mother. Forced to work several different jobs in order to support herself and her daughter once her reserves of money ran out from the medical bills surrounding Misaki's birth, Natsuhi tried and failed to reconcile herself with her family and her estranged lover. But her own family wanted nothing to do with their rebellious, disgraced daughter, feeling that if she would not support them when they needed her, they held no obligation to aid her now that she herself had fallen on hard times. Her ex-lover, Kenshiro, meanwhile, had made it big in major league baseball, and wanted nothing to do with a woman he cared nothing for and a child he would rather pretend didn't exist. So, with nobody left to turn to, Natsuhi was simply forced to take whatever jobs she could get to keep food on the table, and had little time for her unwanted daughter, who was either left at daycares for most of the day or simply put in her crib and ignored. Nevertheless, despite the difficulties of her life, the ex-actress persevered.

      Misaki, meanwhile, was not so lucky. Unsure of how exactly she was supposed to interact with others, she found herself alone for most of her childhood, spending her time reading the books her mother had only taught her to read and given to her so that she wouldn't bother her so much. When she began going to school, she found it difficult to relate to any of her classmates, and, feeling inferior to them, ended up avoiding them as much as she could. Her mother pressured her daily to do well in school, and so she focused solely on her studies, which, combined with her evasive, aloof attitude caused her fellow students to swiftly come to mistake her shyness for arrogance, and to shun her. Although she soon began making the highest grades in her class, and was all of her teachers' favorite student, she didn't have any friends at all - and her mother was as distant as ever.

      Throughout the years, from elementary to high school, this situation did not change. The moment she was old enough to get one, her mother pressured her into working several part time jobs, taking her paychecks to help pay the bills. Although this kept them from going broke, Misaki was still disappointed that no matter how hard she worked, nothing seemed to come of it. Although she voiced this disappointment to Natsuhi, all she got was a slap in the face and a lecture about how she had no right to complain after all she'd put the woman through for her sake.

      Since she'd been young, in order to make herself feel less alone in their empty apartment, she'd taken to singing and dancing as she cleaned and prepared food for her mother for when she came home from work. Although she hadn't had any formal lessons, little by little, she'd grown incredibly good at it as her voice matured and her pitch improved, and as her coordination grew more and more precise. At first, she thought nothing of this hobby, but all that changed after a certain series of events that changed her life forever.

      Close to her 16th birthday, her class made up the large part of the light music club. Consequently, when the singer of that club's band had to travel overseas to attend the funeral of a distant relative, it was in her class that the club asked for an emergency replacement for the upcoming cultural festival. Nobody else wanted any part in it, fearing they'd embarrass themselves, so, wanting to help, and to the surprise of all of her fellow students, the stern, uptight class representative, Tsukino Misaki, volunteered. Although she only had a week to prepare, she enjoyed every second of rehearsal. Between singing, dancing, and wearing fancy clothing she had previously only dreamed of ever appearing in, she felt like Cinderella. And, when the time came to perform, she did so with the utmost enthusiasm, pouring her heart and soul into the show and giving it everything she had. The performance drew a much bigger crowd than expected, as the school was a rather large one in the area, and many of the students had large, extended families who came to watch. Although the band had been initially worried that it would be a flop without their lead singer, to their surprise, Misaki's show was a smash hit.

      But even more surprising was the coincidence that a scout for a talent agency who'd just lost their most well known performer due to a scandal happened to be watching - and he liked what he saw. Approaching Misaki after the show, he asked her if she enjoyed performing. When she responded yes, he posed her the last question she'd ever dreamed of hearing.

      "Would you like to become an idol?"

      Positively giddy at this opportunity, Misaki accepted without a second thought, and agreed to come try out the following week. She kept it secret from her mother, not wanting to disappoint her if she failed - but when she passed her auditions with flying colors and was offered the company's full support as an idol, she returned home and shared with her shocked mother the wonderful news. She had expected that Natsuhi would finally be proud of her, since she was finally going to be her mother's equal. After all, she was going to be famous! If she did well, then they wouldn't have to worry about their financial troubles anymore! Finally, their lives seemed to be looking up.

      However, Natsuhi's reaction was the last one she'd ever expected. Raising her hand, her mother struck Misaki violently across the face, screaming at her in rage for now not only stealing her youth and beauty, but now adding insult to injury by stealing the fame Natsuhi had once possessed. Forcing her bodily out of the apartment and throwing out all her belongings after her, her mother said she never wanted to see her again, that she hated her and wished she had never had a daughter. Unable to understand why her mother was so angry with her, Misaki had retreated in tears, nursing her wounded pride.

      Moving into a small atelier in the studio, provided her as a part of her contract, she reluctantly took up her new job as an idol, unsure of what to think of her situation anymore. Although she certainly enjoyed performing, and gave every second of it her all, she still wanted to know why exactly her mother had excommunicated her. Although she tried calling Natsuhi several times and asking her for forgiveness, pleading with her and saying she'd only wanted to make her proud, the woman never let her in when she came to visit, or answered her when she called on the phone. Resigning herself to loneliness, Misaki simply tried the best she could to adjust to her new role while still keeping her grades up in school - something which turned out to be very difficult, as her schedule only got more and more busy, giving her less time to attend classes and to study.

      Although her performances were very small scale to begin with, successful advertisement combined with her own natural charisma and beautiful voice caused her to swiftly gain a cult following on the internet, where word of her began to spread. Her popularity ranking began to rise rapidly as more and more fans started coming to her performances. The prolific growth and rather open affection of her fandom, the so-called "Lunarians," in turn drew the attention of the news, causing more and more interest to become focused on her, and creating a self-sustaining cycle that resulted in her fame skyrocketing. As one of the youngest solo artists in the business - usually, most idols were scouted en masse and performed in groups, while Misaki was iconic enough to earn her own label - this in turn drew even more fans to her performances, until she was well known throughout the Tokyo area. While still not a major celebrity by any means, she began ranking near the top of several major media popularity polls, and raked in a great deal of revenue, saving the agency that had scouted her from bankruptcy. This gave her career a sort of permanence that most other idols didn't have, as, due to the unexpectedly large fan turnout to her performances, she became her agency's main source of income, and was thus, in a sense, indispensable. But, already, she's noticed the agency beginning to scout other performers to put together its own secondary idol group, which, if she doesn't become assimilated into, may surpass her and take the fame she's worked so hard to earn. That, combined with the harassment of some of her more vocal fans - she's had several bad experiences with stalkers - and her grueling schedule have made her begin to wonder if she made the right choice by becoming an idol to begin with. Her sense of guilt at estranging her mother mingled with her fears of being thrown away, filling her with the crippling suspicion that she soon might have nowhere left to call home, and nobody left to turn to, just like Natsuhi before her. Were that to happen, and were she to fail, she realizes that be it by accident or intentionally, she would doubtless end up losing her life. Yet strangely enough, this sense of inevitable, impending doom only makes her wish that it would all be over with sooner. If there's no chance of succeeding, why bother living? Maybe it would be easier to just put herself out of her misery, escape from all the lies and the shame and the fear and the pain and just throw it all away. She tried on several occasions to bring herself to do it, and yet for one reason or another, she was always too scared to actually go through with her plans. But what horrified her even more was that she still kept trying to force herself to do it anyway. She knows she's broken. She knows exactly how fucked up she is. But if she were to tell anyone, or ask them for help, it would mean the end of her fame, creating a self fulfilling prophecy in which she really would lose it all. So, she has no choice but to keep it all bottled up, keep pretending that she's alright even though inside she's steadily falling to pieces, and she knows it. She's chosen her path. All that's left for her is to follow it until the bitter end.

      It was in this state of mind, thus, that she received a strange letter, inviting her to a place she'd never heard of. Although she usually didn't accept such direct invitations, as they invited stalking and fan frenzy, there was a part of her that hoped that this might somehow be a message from her mother, and that she might have a chance to make amends for displeasing her so. And so, against her better judgement, she found herself taking a day off to visit this "Missing Pieces Cafe," and see what lay in store for her there...


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Tsukino Misaki's Story

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"Sigh... I wish I could just curl up under a kotatsu and sleep for a few centuries... No rest for the wicked, I suppose."

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘Angelic Melodies Production Company HQโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘Floor 8 - Misaki's Atelierโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘


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The light of a TV screen illuminated the far wall of a blank white room, reflecting off the dusty black wood of a piano sitting half-covered in the adjacent corner underneath a ragged old tarp. Surrounded by various boxes containing untold troves of obsolete electronics, old merchandise, and other such keepsakes of times gone by, the small, largely featureless chamber seemed like a haven for cast out rubbish that had nowhere left to go. Naturally, this included the girl sitting atop a heavily used black fold-out couch that could - and currently was - doubling as a bed, the sheets of which were wrapped tightly around her as she stared at the glass panel that formed the back wall of the atelier. It was rather incredible, Misaki mused, if you thought about it. Just by adding a bed beneath the room's one small window, a wall-mounted glass screen that she could watch TV on or use to surf the web via the company network in the back corner, as well as a minifridge, microwave, and small cabinet full of various instant dinners, the talent agency that had scouted her had somehow managed to convert what was otherwise pretty much just an oversized closet into a passable living space. Doesn't make it any less pathetic, though, she mused idly, watching a familiar image in a familiar scene play out. The interview had taken place two days ago, and had been broadcast live at the time. Naturally, since she'd been the subject, she'd had to wait for a rerun to see how she'd done.

This was a routine of hers, one she'd adhered to ever since she first began appearing publicly. With each new event, she would always feel more and more sure of some small slight or error she'd committed, and would always watch the recording afterward, hoping she'd be unable to find it. If she, who knew what she'd done wrong, couldn't see it, then nobody else probably could either.

"So, Luna-chan, you recently made a guest appearance at Nanairo-RAINBOW's concert in Akihabara, right?" The man who'd done the interview had been a middle-aged man in a suit, but although his appearance was businesslike, his kindly smile had helped ease her nervousness. She was fairly confident she'd managed to remain sufficiently "in character" as the cool and unflappable idol, but even so, just in case she'd slipped up, she felt obligated to check.

"That's right," Her image replied, nodding with a well-practiced smile. Your collar's messed up. That stupid green jacket they gave you wasn't pressed hard enough. It looks like you're trying to show off the low cut of that dress. You look like a harlot, her present self thought, angrily scowling at the screen as though the force of her indignation would allow her to change the past. As though the power of her disgust had transcended time, her image seemed to notice a moment later, brushing the errant lapel of her jacket back into place with a nervous fidget cleverly disguised as a casual sweep of her hand.

"And could you tell us a bit more about that?"

"It was a bit difficult, but I had a lot of fun. All of the Rainbow Girls were really friendly - especially Yukari-chan and Akari~n." Indeed, the other idol group had shown her nothing but courtesy. That didn't mean she'd had an easy time of it. Nanairo-RAINBOW was a seven-girl group that relied less on looks or singing skill and more on highly choreographed dance routines. Complex feats of acrobatics were par for the course for their performances. Unfortunately, that was the exact opposite of how Misaki was used to doing things. Although she did dance while onstage, mostly she relied on elaborate costumes and natural clarity of her voice to win the fans over. She wasn't a very athletic or coordinated person, and so most of her work with the Rainbow Girls had consisted of them overdoing their own dances and toning down her role in the performance until she could actually do her part. Even so, by the time all the rehearsing had been done - to say nothing of the actual performance - she'd felt like she could drop dead at any moment. It didn't help that, apparently, unlike herself, their peppy and enthusiastic stage personas were far from fake, and when they weren't practicing, they'd spent most of their time enthusiastically gossiping about popculture trends she wasn't following or dragging her to different cafes and movies and parks and countless other places. She wasn't unused to dealing with excessively enthusiastic people - a certain classmate of hers for several years running had made sure of that - but even so, it had been a very trying time for her. Nevertheless, she was reasonably certain she wasn't lying when she said she'd enjoyed herself. She'd been too distracted as of late to really go all out and lose herself in her work. The times when she was giving everything every last ounce of energy her body could muster and then going backstage to pass out for a quick nap after were the only times she really felt like she was alive. Everything else was just anticipation beforehand and regret afterward.

The interview had gone pretty much according to the usual routine after that. He'd asked a couple questions about the songs she'd performed, and what albums they'd been released on, and given her a few windows to promote both the Rainbow Girls and her own upcoming events. Then after that it had faded to a commercial break and come back on with a small viewer questions segment. She always hated those. She'd answered
"Are you single?" and "Is there anybody you like?" at least a dozen times a piece without even mentioning other variants on the same basic formula. In this case, the questions had been merciful enough. A question about her favorite food had been a little difficult to answer, since she didn't really eat much aside from instant dinners and other basic, store-bought cuisine with any frequency in order to save money, so she'd just arbitrarily chosen to answer with the name of the first sweet thing that came to mind. Crepes had featured prominently in one of the routes of an Otome game she'd been playing in her spare time lately, so she'd just blurted it out. She'd promptly regretted it on the next morning when at least four of her male classmates had showed up offering to take her out for some and she'd had to turn them all down as politely as possible since all their proposed times conflicted with her busy schedule, and besides, she wasn't interested, damn it!

But, even so, she couldn't see any major issues with the interview. At least she hadn't said something stupid like-


"Why do you say that?"

"Well, aside from being really tasty, they're kind of romantic, aren't they? They're the sort of food that couples go to eat all the time!" She'd answered enthusiastically without thinking, remembering the Good End she'd been so satisfied to get the previous night, when after all the hardships they had braved together, Itsuki-sama had finally confessed his love to her- erm, to Ayano, and...

...Right. I think that explains those guys asking me out earlier. Note to self: control your inner fangirl and get your mind back on track when in public before you out yourself as an airhead on national TV, moron, she thought shamefacedly, burying her face in a nearby pillow with a groan. It was only six thirty A.M., and she already felt like the best course of action would just be to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, she couldn't afford to do that. After all, school would be starting in an hour and a half, and she couldn't afford to be late. Getting up, she allowed the sheets to slip off of her, wandering out of her room and into the hallway. Although, clad as she was in just a flimsy white silken nightgown, normally wandering into the studio would be a stupid and embarrassing thing to do, there wasn't anybody else here this early, and even if there was, nobody else used the eighth floor for anything aside from storage, and she alone had the key to the west wing in which her "suite" as she jokingly called it was located. Although all there was at the end of this dead-end hallway was her atelier and an unused salon that happened to contain usable washrooms, along with a few storage rooms with plenty of closets for clothes, that was all she really needed. Entering the former, she wandered into the back room, slipping out of her gown and tossing it on a nearby counter before stepping into a shower stall to quickly wash herself off. This was just another morning, like any other, and her well-practiced routine did not take much time at all to complete. After cleaning herself and drying her hair, she would head to room 805, which housed... well, okay, room 805 was literally just a tiny hole-in-the-wall closet that held her school uniform, some underwear, stockings, and other personal laundry, and a simple black dress she'd bought to wear on the off chance she needed something remotely respectable on a day off from both work and school, which were few and far between. Although she earned plenty of money as an idol, she was loath to spend it on anything short of the basics, having long-since learned the value of savings from her penny-pinching mother.

But right now, her mother was the last person she wanted to think about. So, throwing on her school uniform, some socks, and some shoes, she grabbed her bag from underneath the old piano in her atelier and headed for the elevator, locking the door to her "suite" as she went.

Misaki never took the train to work. For one thing, people riding it had an annoying tendency to recognize her and start either harassing her or talking about how they were her greatest fan. Simply walking to school - as it happened to not be too far from the company headquarters - was much less of a hassle, in her opinion - especially since even though she wasn't part of any club, she always made sure to arrive an hour early regardless so as to avoid as much human contact as possible. So, making her way without any difficulty into her classroom, she seated herself in homeroom, and then slumped onto her desk, nodding off into brief sleep before even a minute had passed.

As usual, the rest of her day had consisted mostly of dutifully heeding and making note of everything her teachers said, trying her best to ignore the stares of a certain male student seated two rows behind her, and generally catching naps as many times as was physically possible. And, the moment school had ended, she had made her way to the exit to leave. However, without warning, this ordinary day was disrupted by a strange text message sent not to her public mail account, but rather her school profile, which usually didn't allow people other than her teachers and classmates to leave messages.


Sender: Unknown
Subject: Invitation

Dear Reader,

You have been invited to Missing Piece Cafe. Located on 162 Street, a map is attached to this message.
We will be awaiting your arrival at 3:30 p.m. Please present this message at the entrance to be let inside.

Yours Truly,
Mr. Fujiyama, Owner of Pieces


Well. If that wasn't fishy, Misaki didn't know what was. Normally, she'd probably have just assumed it was some sort of prank - or worse, a message from a previously mentioned male student trying to con her into a date with him. However, she remembered seeing a strange cafe that looked more like an exclusive club of some sort - one which matched the description of the place she was being invited to - on her way between work and school one time. It was a little off her usual path, but she didn't have anything else scheduled for the rest of the day - mercifully enough - and the message seemed to be legitimate. It's probably some rich fan who wants to meet me in person, she mused, reading the text message again as, clad in her simple yet elegant black dress after a quick changing run back to the company headquarters, she found herself standing outside the place in question. After dealing briefly with the receptionist, to whom she showed the text message on the screen of her mobile phone, the door was opened for her and she was allowed inside.

The interior was quite fancy, with a somewhat bar-like, western aesthetic that showed in the dark wood furniture and front counter. Looking around, she didn't really see anybody else present, aside from a man behind the "bar" and another youth - a boy with dark hair, a half-empty mug of coffee in his hand, and his face buried in a book. The young idol stepped somewhat uneasily inside, glancing around. She wasn't sure why she was here, but she supposed she'd just make the most of it until she found out. Striding up the counter, she gave an elegant and courteous bow to the bartender - er, shopkeeper. Damn, though, what with the surroundings and all, he really looked the part.


"Excuse me. I received a text message inviting me here. Do you know who might have sent it?" she asked, raising her phone once again by way of explanation. "Also, if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for a menu? I've never been here before, so..." She trailed off into silence, not sure what to make of the situation. To be honest, if it weren't for her compulsive desire to be polite and punctual whilst "on the job," she wouldn't even be here. She really wished she could just go back to her atelier and get some sleep...




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    currently at; home; apartment --- Missing Pieces Cafe
    date; January 6th
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    The seminar had ended early today, and it seemed to a rather decent one at that. It ended before noon, giving her plenty of time to worry and question the invitation she had received. The main question plaguing her mind: If such an invitation could be trusted. Was this simply a ploy to lure her out? Or was it... serious? She wished she actually knew, if that, more about it. Why was it waiting at her door?

    Did that damned Sawamura do this? Didn't he know she wanted to be left alone? Or were her multiple attempts to end it all within the last few years not give it away? This was beyond stupid... Yet, what could the harm be in going?

    She saw no faults in trying to trust such an invite, but at the same time, she did. What if Daichi was there? What if someone from school was there...?

    It was a public location though, and she could of easily stayed in the site of others to prevent any contact. That, and she could always act. She could try and put on the beautiful mask of a lie. A happier life no one would quite be allowed to know. She'd lie about how her Mother was, and how her sister hated her so. She could say a thousand different things to cover anything up if it roused suspicion.

    The cherry haired female let out a sigh, standing as she began to rush down to her bedroom, stripping off her pink tee-shirt as she began to throw her clothes on. Leggings, ankle like boots, shorts, a white dress shirt, and a large jacket with the last name "๏ผฉ๏ผท๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฏ๏ผด๏ผฏ" on the back. It still smelt faintly of chlorine, probably just due to how much she barely wore it unless truly stressed or worried.

    Throwing the outfit once again on, and giving her hair a brush through, she was out the door tightly clutching her tiny phone, which very easily could of blended in with her hair. After that, she read over the letter once more.



    Dear Reader,

    You have been invited to Missing Piece Cafe. Located on 162 Street, a map is posted on the back.
    We will be awaiting your arrival at 3:30 p.m. Please present the card, at the entrance to be let inside.

    Yours Truly,
    Mr. Fujiyama, Owner of Pieces




    Looking at her phone, and it was only 2:30... She still had an hour, and that'd be about how much time it'd be to walk to 162 Street. Stepping out of her apartment and locking it behind her, she began her journey into uncertainty. Just like she predicted though, she had gotten there on the dot of 3:30 PM, and already began to slip inside the Cafe to stare at the males before her. One, which she remembered as Mishima. The other? That annoying older brat Sawamura mentioned quite a bit of someone who looked like him... And wait! There was another girl there! That made her feel... A bit better, to be honest.

    "This is all stupid Sawamura-san's fault, isn't it?" Sango muttered, crossing her arms.

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"Heh so why do you have such a... distasteful outfit huh?" Another sentence vaguely hit her ears, "Right? If you got a better one Imagemaybe you'll look- oh wait. haha better? Thats not possible." The sarcasm made her eyes roll, and her frown tightening while her patience ran short. And it finally burned out when their laughter consumed the air around her. Gripping her fist tightly, she snapped her gaze towards them, her eyes filled with venom, and to her delight they left immediately with a few yelps. 'Like a bunch of dogs running with their tails tucked between their legs.' She thought, before leaning against the wall and enjoying.. the silence. And With that silence, came with no trouble. Just how she likes it.
A sort of benefit from being a 'wallflower' or however people call her, let it be freak, alien, etc. She saw no betrayal and was not included in any drama- kind of a paradise or utopia that she created for herself, with the occasional bully to ruin it every once in awhile. But its nothing that her 'silver tongue' or whatever her mother called it, couldn't handle. Mei rolled her eyes. Checking her watch, she kicked off her familiar haven of a wall, she eagerly continued to her locker so she could leave before the crowds swarmed. And if she hated anything, it was PDA and crowded rooms.
Slipping off her school shoes, she opened her locker to find something surprising- A letter? She grimanced, 'Another threat letter?' She eased toward it, and picked it up gingerly, hoping it wasnt filled with anything grotesque. But to her shock, she opened it and saw a simply clean letter that read-

Dear Reader,

You have been invited to Missing Piece Cafe. Located on 162 Street, a map is posted on the back.
We will be awaiting your arrival at 3:30 p.m. Please present the card, at the entrance to be let inside.

Yours Truly,
Mr. Fujiyama, Owner of Pieces


She blinked. Then for the next couple minutes, she grew silent and blank. This was new, and she had no idea to react. 'An invite?' Quickly her mind filled with doubt, 'Its probably just a prank.' Her fingers went to immediately crush it, however she wouldn't. For the first time in awhile, a thing.. if she recalled, a sense of hope.. And to her surprise, she actually had thoughts of going. 'This is ridiculous.'




Doing a double take at both the letter and the sign, she confirmed.. for the 56th time, 'Missing piece cafe.." She murmured, "This.. This is it." Taking a hesitantly step forward, she slipped in, expecting an empty room with a bunch of girls ready to dump rotten milk on her, even if it was far stretched, it happened before.
But.. again to her surprise, the cafe was normal. No signs of bullies, or students she recognized. "Well isnt this day full of surprise." Mei whispered tiredly. As her eyes scanned the room, she saw a few heads.. and she quickly went to the corner that was father from all of them. 'Why am I here again. Did these people get the same set up, was this a scheme..?'

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Dear Reader,

You have been invited to Missing Piece Cafe. Located on 162 Street, a map is attached to this message.
We will be awaiting your arrival at 3:30 p.m. Please present this message at the entrance to be let inside.

Yours Truly,
Mr. Fujiyama, Owner of Pieces.



Miko's eyes lit up when she received her message. School had been let early, which meant she had so much more time to do things! And this text message indicated an adventure! She snapped her phone shut, having already memorized the address and set out near immediately, forcing her red hat down on her head as she did so. The time read three, so she had half an hour to skedaddle all the way down to the cafe the message mentioned.

Miko didn't need the map attached, she had lived in this city for her entire life, and knew every single nook and cranny of it. Wanting to waste no time, Miko ran at a full sprint the entire way, ducking and weaving through alleyways, and even leaping over a marketplace stall that had gotten in her way, narrowly missing both the clerk and the tall customer!

"Miko is sorry!", she had yelled behind her, continuing without a second glance back and promptly turning a corner.

As she neared, Miko realized that she was thirsty. Like, really thirsty. She ducked into a nearby convenience store and approached the counter, sticking out a thumb and index finger and pointing at the clerk.

"You there! Clerk man! Miko would like something to quench her thirst! What will this get her?" she used her free hand to fish change out of her pocket and threw it down on the counter.

The clerk took a moment to count out the amount and then shot a dead glance up at her.

"This will get you nothing. It isn't enough."

"Whaa~?! What do you mean, it isn't enough! Miko is thirsssssssssssssty! Please, Mr. Clerk Man! You know what they say, helping a Miko a day keeps the doctor away!" She enthusiastically gave the man a thumbs up, only to have him shake his head and shove the change forward towards her.

She furrowed her brows, and stuck her hands out in front of her face, puffing her cheeks out as she began to pout. The clerk sighed at this, and then fished all of the change up again, adding some change from his own pockets as well. He pointed to a glass display case located behind Miko, full of low-priced juice in a can.

"Any of those. Now get out of here."

Her face lit up and she rushed to grab a can of carrot juice, opening it and nearly drinking the entire thing right there in the store before running out.

"Thanks, Mr. Clerk!" She shouted as she exited, breaking into a fast run again.

She made it to the cafe just in time, frantically showing the lady up front her message and then rushing to where she motioned only to run into a wall! Only it wasn't a wall, it was a really tall person! The customer she had saw earlier? How did he beat her?! She fell to the ground after recoiling off of him, and the now empty carrot juice can clattered to the ground.

She looked up at the man she had run into for a moment, after he had caught himself on a table. He had green hair and pretty green eyes to match. She stared only a moment longer before speaking.

"Whaa~! Miko is sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" She scattered to pick up the empty can off of the floor and then got herself up. She then held her free hand out to the tall one.

"Name's Miko!" She declared, blatantly unaware how obvious she had already made that.

He had grabbed her hand and shook it, introducing himself to her as well.

"I'm Orochi. Nice to meet you." She smiled at him and dropped her hand to her side.

Then she looked around, noticed the other people, and marched up to the one behind the counter. She pointed to him similarly to how she had pointed at the clerk earlier.

"Miko has answered your summons!" She announced.





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Dear Reader,

You have been invited to Missing Piece Cafe. Located on 162 Street, a map is attached to this message.
We will be awaiting your arrival at 3:30 p.m. Please present this message at the entrance to be let inside.

Yours Truly,
Mr. Fujiyama, Owner of Pieces.


Orochi had just got done with his last swim practice when he got his message. He was drying his hair off with a towel when his phone lit up, vibrating the locker room bench. He picked it up with his free hand as he rubbed the towel against his head with the other.

3:30, huh?

He looked at the time on his phone. It was three now, which meant he had half an hour to get down to 162 Street. That wouldn't be an issue, considering the map that was attached with the message indicated that it was actually within reasonable walking distance, especially if he wanted to make it in that amount of time. Based on the fact that if he was in a rush, he'd actually arrive early, he decided to just take the walk at a leisurely pace, stopping by a stand on the way there to get something to drink. As the clerk was doling out change, a blur seemingly wearing a red hat shot by, and leaped over the two counters to the stand in a single bound.

" - sooooorrry!" was all he heard trail from the figure before it quickly turned a corner.

Orochi stared after the figure with a mix of surprise and awe on his face. He had to admire the sheer athleticism of the stranger, and turned to thank the flustered clerk for his service before heading off the same direction the figure had been running. He even ended up turning the same corner. He begun to think that maybe he and this figure would headed to the same destination.

As he neared, he passed a convenience store, and saw some sort of frantic commotion going on in the inside, but chose to ignore it, otherwise he wouldn't make it to the address by the time that was requested. He arrived not much later, bending slightly at the waist so he could read the sign on the door. It definitely was the place, as it read 'Missing Pieces Cafe'.

He entered, showed his message to the one inside, who then motioned to where he should go. He hadn't even been there longer than twenty seconds before something heavy struck him in the back and he nearly fell forward, catching himself with a hand on a nearby table.

He turned to see the culprit sprawled out on the floor. It was the red-hatted figure from before. And now that he could see them closer, he identified it as a rather small boy. No, wait. Maybe it was a girl. He wasn't sure until she spoke.

"Whaa~! Miko is sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Orochi was taken aback by how fast this girl talked, but then again, he wasn't all too surprised considering how fast she ran. He watched her try to grab the can before getting back up, and she extended her free hand to him.

"Name's Miko!" She had said to him, as if Orochi hadn't already grasped that. He gaped at her for a moment before grabbing her hand in his own and shaking it.

"I'm Orochi. Nice to meet you." He offered in return.

She smiled at him and wandered off then, appearing to announce herself to the one behind the counter. Orochi, however, focused his attention on another. Her red hair was familiar. And so was the jacket she had on.

But why?

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The first day back to school has always given Akito a difficult bitter-sweet sensation, one he wouldn't quite be able to explain if anyone were to ask what he meant. The holidays away from school had a tendency to drag down on him. Each day felt like wading through thick ocean waters with the currents running against him. His house was not a minefield of any sort. There were no ticking time bombs waiting to be set off at the drop of a dime, no flares under thread of being set aflame, no...anything, really. And maybe it would have been better if there was some sort of threat of danger lurking about behind each corner.

Fear was a feeling, after all. It was all-encompassing, it was fierce. It felt like the biting icy winds of a winter storm whipping up around him, gripping his soul and taking hold, tightly and with no sign of forgiveness. However, through each room of his home was only that continued sense of nothingness. Of loneliness. And loneliness was a very empty feeling. It was hollow, intangible, a near impossible thing to grasp onto, which was practically the very definition of the word anyway.

So the first day back to school shooed those feelings away. There were people, he knew. He could see them. If he so pleased, he could reach out and touch them and his hand would not phase through their solidified forms. In that simple gesture, Akito always found himself reassured. He would find the smile he'd left behind the day before winter break began lying somewhere in the midst of the flock of familiar faces he'd grown used to. All he would ever need to do is dust it on and place it back on his lips where it surely belonged, as he didn't quite look the same without it.

In any case, by the end of the school day, his smile still held true. There was a comfort in knowing that the worst times were behind him and that it would be nearly another year before he would have to dive back into the heavy waters once again.

His thoughts were sidetracked as a note fell from his locker. He watched it flutter gently towards the floor and planned to wait for it to land, but just as he reached for it, a group of chatty guys getting ready for practice passed by and the wind of their passing flipped the note far out of reach. It was the worst game of tag he'd ever played, running like an mad man through the school halls as the rest of the students swarmed out of their classrooms, dragging the piece of paper into their depths, where Akito could only shove people out of the way to find it. A poor bystander found herself shoved into a locker, but once she caught sight of that forgiving face of his, her ruby lips were silenced from any signs of argument.

By the time he reached it, he found himself standing just outside of school with his shoes soaked through to his socks from running through a puddle on his way to snatch the paper. He managed to grab it out of the air, only to lose his footing and trip forward and fall on that beautiful, previous forgiving face of his. He might've considered it karma for shoving that poor girl into the locker, but he'd honestly forgotten she'd existed by that point. All that mattered was the note in his hands. He could only imagine all the ooey gooey, mushy gushy confessions that could be concealed inside.

Points off for ugliness. Really, no heart? No cute doodles? He was bored already.

Dear Reader,

You have been invited to Missing Piece Cafe. Located on 162 Street, a map is attached to this message.
We will be awaiting your arrival at 3:30 p.m. Please present this message at the entrance to be let inside.

Yours Truly,
Mr. Fujiyama, Owner of Pieces


Okay, well. It wasn't the strangest way someone had ever asked him for a date, he had to admit. It sounded mysterious! Already, his thoughts of boredom were beginning to fade away.

As he reached the place in question, his hands itched in that way they did when he anticipated something exciting to come. As he stepped through the doors and took a scan of the room- Back of the head, nice burgundy hair, brown eyed beauty, another brown-eyed beauty of the other species, tall, dark, and- Wait. Was that-? Surely it couldn't be. It was.

Overlooking those he had yet to pass judgement on, Akito made a bee-line straight for the dark-haired beauty he knew by many names, but mostly as Luna-chan. That's right. THE Luna-chan. He would have melted if he wasn't pulled so tight with energy. Throwing common decency to the wind (as he often did), Akito took her hands into his own, met her gaze, got down on one knee, and said, in the sweetest, most serious voice he could muster, "Lu~na-chan~ Will you marry me?"






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No, Sora was not in the very best of moods. He was running late for a meeting that he never agreed to go to, but feared what might happen if he didn't. The note he'd found in his school locker had specific instructions on where he needed to be and how he needed to get there, but not being one to explore much, he didn't know the city very well. Everything had started out fine and dandy. After school, he went to practice his serves at the park. It was a common routine for him, especially since doing serves was a still action, so he wouldn't need to be running around. He wasn't meant to be walking much on his foot at all, but he was the stubborn, reluctant type. The doctors were never a hundred percent right a hundred percent of the time anyway and-

Well. We digress. To put it simply, somewhere along the lines between the park and the Cafe, Sora had managed to get himself completely and irrevocably lost. The instructions were meant to get him from the school to the Cafe, but the park was a little out of the way from the school, and he already felt like he was running late (although he wasn't quite sure since his watch had been on the verge of dying for days now and it got slower each hour), so he didn't have the time to backtrack to the school and go from there.

After nearly an hour had passed when he'd passed that same dog tied to a fire hydrant three times in a row, Sora was frustrated beyond belief and about ready to give it up and go home. Why was he wasting his precious time trying to find some place he'd never even heard about anyway? As far as he knew, it could have just been a prank. He could've been wasting his time trying to find a nonexistent Cafe. Oh man, then I would really feel like a loser.

Huffing and puffing, he came to an aggravated stop just to tear the note in half. He'd read the instructions so many times he had them memorized. "This is impossible!" And just as he'd said that, the chiming of a bell caught his ears. He turned and there, standing before him, was Missing Cafe. He could have cried tears of joy. He practically flew through the doors, nearly ready to kiss the tiled floors. Only, no, ew, that would be gross. Without bothering to scan the other occupants, Sora marched right up to the man behind the counter, tossing the bits and pieces of the note at him. They fell to the floor as he frowned at the man. He opened his mouth, more than ready to demand (or maybe just...politely ask) where he was and why he was there, but one look at his face had his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth.

So instead, the beautiful, articulate array of words that came out instead were, "Where am I?!" Which really only made him sound like the lost, amnesiac homeless man who lived in the alley next to the supermarket and always screamed at strangers whenever he woke up and forgot his surroundings.

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    date; January 6th
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    He watched countless scenes unfold. Countless, unfortunate suicide attempts he could never stop. Countless deaths in general he wasn't even present for... His mind was clouded with guilt. His world was shrouded in the darkness of his broken heart, of a man who'd give everything and anything to save his friends lives... Yet he couldn't even save the one he cared for most in the world. He knew he only had to endure it for a bit longer... Than he'd see her again.

    Than his nightmarish hell would allow him to wake from his painful slumber.

    Within the next minutes, he was standing before her. His best friend, the reason for his constant feel of guilt and regret for everyone... She stood there, and just like before, he began to cry and reach for her, only to watch her grumble into gray dust and ash. She was long since gone, and it didn't seem like he'd ever learn such a painful fact. Eyes snapping open, reality painfully greeted him with the dim sun of the afternoon. He had gone home early from the university, as his professor had more... important matters to deal with at the moment.

    Much more important.

    Now that he was thinking about 'important', wasn't his darling 'mama lion' Sakura starting that group today? Sitting up on the couch, he pushed his hair back with a sigh. He... really didn't want to be alone. Who knows, maybe someone he knew was going to be there besides Sakura... Like... her.

    He knew how much Sango wanted to be alone. To be with her father on another plain, but it was still something he couldn't accept yet. She mattered to much to him, and when at age fourteen she began to change for the worst, he knew hard times were ahead for them. He knew he'd be losing his precious little assistant, and her father would be weeping if she ever joined him.

    Ah, he sounded creepy.

    Sakura, on the other hand, he had known the moment that man came to Fuji University. After all, who wouldn't creep on the new guy? It was too much fun, or at least, it was... But now considering how mean poor mommy was, it was just plain abuse! At least Rin had a thing for the chase... And the abuse. What a masochist.

    Standing up finally, the mad scientist stretched as he grabbed his lab coat, walking straight out the door without checking the time. In fact, he was lucky. If he had checked, he would of noticed it had just hit 2:00 on the dot. Judging from his lax behavior, however, he'd take the full hour and thirty minutes to get there... Maybe even longer.

    Surprisingly, he had a brisk pace though once he hit the vending machine, a Dr. Pepper being firmly grasped as he let out a refreshed sigh, swallowing the soda's contents as he walked, a hand in his pocket.

    It wasn't long before he reached the cafe after that. Exactly on the dot, as well. Slowly, a giant, idiotic grin was spreading ear to ear as he busted inside the cafe loudly, gently putting both his hands on the raven haired female attempting to walk out as he pushed her farther inside. "RaRa, how could you let one of you're kids just walk out like that? Swan is very ashamed, darling..." Rin teased, shooting the smoking insomniac a look with nothing but jokes hidden inside it. "I missed you, baby!" The man within the white lab coat added, running over once he spotted his beautiful redheaded little assistant. "SaSa is here to-" Nearly tackling the female, she was quick to suddenly squirm and scrabble away in panic.

    [color=]"Not you again!"[/color] She hissed, suddenly giving this so called "RaRa" the worst glare possible... Only to watch Rin end up falling onto of him. All that everyone heard was a loud thud echo across the room.*

    Laying flat on the ground Sakura let out a small sigh,"Rin...what are you doing here?" The brown haired man stared at the idiotic man on top of him, who showed the expression of a small child who had just been rejected.

    Rin pouted, hands on either side of Sakura's head. "I just missed you, mama lion." The mad man whined, pulling Sakura's cheek gently. "I had to miss our classes today, after all!"

    Sakura smiled sweetly at the man, "Ah~You know what Rin?"

    "... What?"

    Sakura held the man's face between his hands, moving closer to his face with a wicked smile,"If you don't get off me in the next second. I will make sure you will never be able to walk straight ever again~" Though his mouth was curved into the sweetest smile you ever seen, but his eyes were the picture of death.

    Eyes widened as he stared into the depths of his ultimate demise. Holy Christ, was mommy scary when he wanted to be. Too scary. "W-Wait, RaRa-!" It was just his luck, the bored, ex-assistant of his had glanced over the moment she heard an all too familiar voice, and stumbled back to topple on top of Rin, causing him to do the unthinkable. How could this have happened? His first kiss, gone to bloody waste. Sango wouldn't be getting away with this embarrassment, even if it was a cruel accident, scrambling to get the female off him, and at the same time off of Sakura, Rin's eyes flickered about in worry he'd be losing his ability to stand soon.

    Sakura was frozen, he just shook his head, though a smile was on his face. Of course it was a sign of death for Rin, as he tried to run for his life. Sakura looked up at Sango kindly,"Hey, Sweetie. Can you get off of this idiot for a sec? I don't want you to gt hurt along with him." Waiting for Sango to move, Sakura looked at the frightened scientist,"I would recommend you to clench your teeth Honey~"

    "C-Come on, can't we talk about this, darling?!" Rin panicked, hands suddenly searching for and groping at Sakura's wrist. "N-No need to do anything so rash in front of the kids!" Rin pleaded, on to watch briefly as Sango stood up and laughed as she adjusted her eyes to the scene before her. Glancing down at the males, she smiled briefly.

    Nodding her head, Sango spoke up. "You're not the virgin who just lost his first kiss." Sango teased, smirking at the flustered Rin's face. "Anyway..." With that she was quick to nervously walk over the source of the original voice, leaving Rin to continue fending for himself as he threw himself off the fearsome male.

    Sakura sat up as Rin fell off of him and without another word he hit the male in the head, "You are so lucky your my friend." Leaving the male to rub his head in pain, Sakura stood up and wiped himself off. "Gosh. Know I have to burn these clothes, and clean my face. I also need to call someone to disinfect this whole place, before the stupidity spreads and everyone catches it." One after another Sakura insulted the poor man who seemed to take each hit with a dramatic expression.

    Rin cringed and whined each time an insult was thrown. "Sakura... That's hurtful..." Rin muttered, sitting up as he rubbed his head. "I only do this because I love you, sweetie." Here he goes, trying to play that stupid 'let's confuse everyone' and 'guilt' trick in one. Truly, a terrible combination for the man as he crossed his arms. "I want it back." He quickly demanded, yet quiet enough where none of the young high school students would hear them.

    Sakura shoot him the 'be quiet before I kill you' look, "Why are you here Rin? I thought you had a meeting with some important Professors at the University?" Sakura said this as he walked over to his counter and leaned back on it.

    The man paused, an actual look of remorse on his face briefly as he felt his heart truly ache. "His... wife passed away. He need to go to the hospital." The woman had been depressed for months, and it seemed like even though Rin saw her not even three days ago at the supermarket, she was too far gone. And it was yet another person who was etching their death onto his heart. Maybe he should of said something to her. Say how much more beautiful she looked that day. How he hoped she was taking care of herself. "I'll figure out the project on my own. After all, what scientist would I be if I couldn't?" Rin tried to laugh it off, but it sounded more or less broken rather than a true laugh.

    Sakura let out a sigh, than gave Rin a reassuring smile, "Would you like something to drink? I'll make your favorite?"

    As much as he would of liked it, Rin really just felt down all over again. "No thanks, Sakura-kun... Do you mind if I just... sit here?" It was almost him begging at this point, despite his tone never shifting.

    Sakura patted his head,"Sure, go ahead. I'll talk to the kids, you just rest for a while. I bet you had a rough day today." Sakura walked away from Rin, facing the children.


    ****Anything that has to do with Sango with be further explained in her own post.****
    ***I'm also lazy and I'll add the coding later for speech dialogue***
    **Let this be a lesson to everyone why you shouldn't collab with an exhausted Luna kitty**

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"Even the strangest encounters have the greatest impacts.
It might take a while for you all to understand this.
But I promise everything happens for a reason.
Even if it isn't clear."




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Feeling; Exhausted => Excited; Nervous; Comfortable
Location; Fuji University => Missing Cafe
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The ticking of the clock seemed to only add to the silence of the room. Sitting there Sakura examined the young boy in silence. It wasn't even a second later that Hiroaki glanced at Sakura, "Is there something on my face?" Sakura didn't say a word, he just sat there continuing to stare at him. Hiroaki raised a eyebrow, once again, at the strange man.

Taking a moment Sakura finally spoke, "May I ask you a question?" Hiroaki presented a blank expression. "Why did you decide to come?" Hiroaki didn't answer or it was more like, he didn't know how to answer. Looking Sakura in the eyes, Hiroaki showed, for a split second, uncertainty. "I don't know. I guess...I didn't want to go straight home...so I decided to come here instead." With that he resumed reading, and Sakura took the answer and pondered on it.

Hearing the door open Sakura was greeted with his second guest. A girl with long brown hair striding up the counter, she gave an elegant and courteous bow to him, "Excuse me. I received a text message inviting me here. Do you know who might have sent it?" she asked, raising her phone once again by way of explanation. "Also, if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for a menu? I've never been here before, so..." She trailed off into silence, not sure what to make of the situation.

Bending down Sakura handed her a menu, "Here you go. And to answer your first question, I was the one to give you the text. Though I promise you won't be here for too long. Once the rest get here I will say what I need to say and you all may leave." Giving the girl a nod Sakura turned his attention back to the door.

One by one more people entered the cafe, first it was a girl with deep red hair, and another with short brown hair. After them, two more entered, a female with black hair and finally a male with short brown hair. Following behind them was a student that gave Sakura a good laugh. Taking him only a second too glance around the room, and without a second thought he zoomed across the room to the girl with the long brown hair. Sakura watched in amusement. He reminds me of that idiot.

Not even a second later Sakura was welcomed by a small boy with bright orange hair, who looked completely lost and kind of upset. The small boy marched toward Sakura, throwing pieces of paper at him, which scattered on the ground. Sakura waited as the boy was about to speak. Tilting his head he waited for the boy to say something.

"Where am I?!", Sakura broke into a laughing fit and couldn't help but clutch his stomach, hoping to catch his breath. After catching his breath Sakura smiled brightly at him, "You are at Missing Pieces Cafe! It is very nice too meet you. You really have a talent for making people laugh. I think that was the first time someone has ever thrown something at me...scratch that, third."

Sakura bent down, picking up the pieces that fell on the ground, "Don't worry we are waiting for two more people, than I will explain everything." Sakura placed the pieces of paper neatly on the counter. He saw the boy was still staring at him, glancing at his confused face Sakura couldn't help but reach out and ruffle his hair. "You have interesting expressions, just like a little puppy. It is cute."

Sakura stopped ruffling the boy's head and looked at the small girl who appeared to be in grade school, "I too would like to know that.. but more specifically, why am I here?" He hadn't noticed her enter, maybe because she was so quiet. Sakura was about to answer but saw she was out of breath.

Smiling softly he moved over to the fridge and pulled out a large jug of water, "Well, we are awaiting one more person, than I promise to explain this whole mess. But before than here is some water, you must be tired." He handing the girl a cold glass of water. Soon he poured eight more glasses and one by one handed each person a glass.

Hearing the door chime one last time, he saw the last guest arrive. He was about to welcome her, but saw she was exiting. He was about to call out to her, when he came in. The scenes that unfolded in those few short minutes caused Sakura to almost pass out and die from embarrassment and exhaustion.

After everything was cleared up, and everyone was here, Sakura turned to the children. Taking a moment to think things through , he smiled at the kids. "Sorry, about all the confusion. I'm sure everyone here has a bunch of questions, and at this moment just want to leave. But I promise you this will be quick." Pulling out a chair Sakura sat down.

"My name is Sakura Fujiyama, and I am the owner of this cafe..." Sakura paused as if he was stuck. "Oh! I need to see everyone's invitations." Sakura glanced over at Sora giving him a toothy smile, "Even your torn up little pieces of scraps. I'm sorry if the directions were hard to follow. But I'm glad you finally found the place." Walking over to Sora, he picked up the pieces from the counter, examining them. Continuing he went around and checked each invite.

Nodding with a satisfied expression, Sakura went back to sit down. "This is good, I'm glad you all got them!" Leaning back, Sakura's expression became serious, "Now here is what is going on. Long story short, you all have been called here for a special program, called Missing Pieces. Cool huh!" He saw the faces of confusion and he continued to explain the current situation.

"The schools, Yamaguchi Preparatory, Kyuyo Senior High school, and Fuji University have asked me to work with all you as an after school activity. Basically you were all picked to make a special club of sorts to see how different groups of people interact when put together. I will be conducting special events and have various task for you guys. Of course the schools will put how much work you do towards your GPA." Sakura let out a long breath, than picked back up from where he left off, "And for those who do not attend a school, I have talked and have been told that if you participate in this they shall consider enrolling you in their school."

Sakura held up a finger, pointing at the calender, "This program will last for the remainder of the school year. The schools have discussed this with your families and all your other activities, have been notified. So it doesn't infect your schedules, we have came to the decision that we will only meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Of course there will be times we meet extra for special events, but I will inform you ahead of time, so you will not be caught off guard."

Sakura had said a week's worth of words. Feeling the exhaustion kick in, Sakura reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, placing it in his mouth. Of course he didn't light it. He sat back comfortably against his chair, his back was straight and his head was tilted giving the children a sweet smile, "I know this is a lot, and I'm sure none of you expected this. But I promise this is going to be fun, and hey you might learn something new."

Sakura studied the faces of each person carefully and than looked at the time, "Well, that didn't take long. It's 4:00. We could have finished earlier if someone didn't come." Sakura sent a sharp glare at Rin who just smiled sweetly at him. Letting out a sigh, Sakura really wanted to light is cigarette, but he knew it wouldn't be good, so he would just settle for having it in his mouth. "So anyway, you guys have any questions? So we can wrap this up? If you want you guys can introduce yourselves, or you can save it for tomorrow. Whichever you prefer."

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Character Portrait: Tsukino Misaki Character Portrait: Akiyama Kamiko Character Portrait: Akito Miyoshi Character Portrait: Sakura Fujiyama Character Portrait: Iwamoto Orochi
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"Huh? My classmates are here too? Wait, is that- GODDAMNIT, AKITO! What the hell are you doing here?!"
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The idol glanced about herself, sighing as it seemed the store manager was too busy to give a detailed answer to her innocuous question amidst the sudden flurry of people who entered around the same time as she did. His answer basically boiled down to "wait and see," so wait she would. Seating herself at the counter, she was just about to look for some sort of menu on her own when suddenly, a loud voice from a short distance away reached her ears.

"Whaaa!? Miko is sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

Even if she didn't hear what came, that alone was enough to get her. That voice, that incredibly manic, peppy, and, obviously, the gratuitous usage of third person to refer to oneself, could only have meant that she was in the presence of one person. Turning around, Misaki's eyes fell upon a boyish girl in a bright red hat giving a hasty apology to a rather amused young man of a tremendously powerful build. She gave a silent sigh. Some people never changed, and her classmate, Akiyama-san - although she preferred to go by Miko, as was made obvious by her distinctive, if somewhat grammatically incorrect speech patterns - was one such person. But what is Akiyama-san doing here? I mean, I guess it's not exactly unusual for her to try to find some way to hang out, but this place doesn't seem like somewhere she'd choose. I guess if it was her, that does explain why the invitation showed up on my school messaging account, but still... Misaki mused, pondering the situation. Standing back up, she began to walk towards the girl in the red hat, who seemed to be hitting it off quite nicely with the tall boy she'd crashed into like some sort of freight train fueled by sugar and rainbows. However, to her surprise, a figure amidst the group who'd just walked inside interposed himself between herself and Miko - who didn't seem to have noticed her anyway. At first, she'd thought this movement was merely accidental, but one look at the face of the boy standing in front of her was enough to tell her it wasn't.

Oh for the love of God. Not you, she only barely managed to keep herself from saying, biting her lip and narrowing her eyes into an expression that could only be interpreted as surprise, frustration, and anger - an expression which was, only moments later, replaced by one of complete shock, confusion, and disbelief.

"Lu~na-chan~ Will you marry me?"

What.

WHAT.

What in the name of all that is holy is Miyoshi Akito doing here, in this place, at this moment?

Why is he holding a ring? Is that an actual diamond ring? Where did he even get that?

And most importantly, WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS IDIOT DOING?!


Biting her lip, Misaki took a deep breath, her expression slowly shifting from complete bafflement to one of shame and anger, and then to the most frighteningly forced smile in the history of the entire human race. Her lips drew back, but there was something about the white teeth behind them that suddenly seemed rather fanglike. Her eyes seemed almost mirthfully catlike, as though she was genuinely grinning, but the metaphorical cat in question must have been some sort of lion, or tiger, or maybe a puma. It was the sort of smile that should have been lovely, and yet instead was inexplicably, mind-shatteringly terrifying - the sort of smile you usually saw on the face of a demon shrouded in hellfire. It was the sort of smile that said "You're lucky we're in public, or I'd probably be tearing your trachea out with a rusty spoon for this indignity. When I get the chance to repay you, rest assured, YOU ARE DOOMED."

Misaki gave a very forced, hollow laugh, a sound which, while fair and soft, somehow became utterly horrifying to hear when coupled with her obviously fake grin. "Miyoshi-senpai," She began, her voice eerily calm save for the rather stressed emphasis she put on the honorific she used to address him. Granted, they were actually at the same grade level, so the sarcastic nature of the appellation she usually referred to him by was immediately obvious, but the way she said it seemed completely straightforward and earnest - only further rubbing in the impersonal nature of the way she addressed him. "You really shouldn't make such jokes. I mean, what if somebody said yes? Then you'd actually have to dedicate yourself to somebody for the rest of your life." Once again, her words were spoken with the utmost seriousness and honesty, as though she wasn't being sarcastic in the slightest - but her choice of words and that terrifyingly calm fake grin made it quite clear what her real meaning was. "Also, the way you're doing it is all wrong. I mean, proposing to a girl by her stage name? That's just silly, like something a little kid might do! Surely you're more mature than that, though, aren't you Miyoshi-senpai?" Her expression, while still maintaining that same obviously false smile, grew very, very serious as her eyes stared straight into the annoying young man's soul. She was not going to put up with this annoying flirt and his shenanigans, a fact which she had just made terrifyingly, humiliatingly clear without ever raising her tone.
I just hope nobody takes a picture of this, or I'll never hear the end of it from the manager... I guess I should just be glad that I managed to keep myself from slapping him in the face. That'd have just been even worse for my reputation.


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Well. That was quite the speech. Akito seemed to have faltered for a moment after the fact, still on one knee, still looking up at the one he knew to be an idol. Of course, he had her in quite a few of his classes and only managed to bother her on occasion considering her adverse reactions towards his, well, everything (which only ever egged him on, honestly).
He opened his mouth, found it dry, paused to lick his lips, and tried again. As his gaze met her own, there was a short moment where nothing passed between them, where nothing occurred at all. A beat progressed, and what followed was a laughter loud enough to subtle startle the strawberry blond at the counter behind him. As he rose to his feet, practically leaping into a standing position, he kept his hands closed around her own and rose them up and down, laughing all the while. "Don't tell me you got cold feet just now?" A smirk curled his lips. "Aren't you the one who sent me the note to meet you here for a date?" He took his hands back, reaching in his pocket to hold the soggy piece of paper up and waved it at her. "I got so excited that my dear Luna-chan finally asked me on a date that I thought we'd skip straight to the ending, but if you're not into marriage, there's always the baby-making~"

"W-what?!" Exclaimed the idol, taken aback. Although she hadn't entirely stopped smiling, her eyes seemed to have abandoned the pretense of hiding her rage at the insufferable flirt before her. Shaking her hand violently free of his own, she drew back, wiping it off on a napkin atop one of the tables nearby, as though afraid that his touch might contaminate her. "I never sent you anything, least of all a love letter! If you didn't set this little meeting up, then I don't know who did, but it certainly wasn't me, so please dispense with your sickening fantasies and more importantly, kindly leave me out of them, Miyoshi-senpai." Crossing her arms with a decisive "Hmph!" she turned away in apparent disgust.

Snickering cheekily to himself, Akito quieted down when he found his display interrupted by an announcement from the man behind the counter. Sakura was a suiting name, he thought, wondering if the guy was as easy a lay as he looked like he'd be.
When the speech was over, Akito decided to take another sweeping glance around the room, his gaze falling on those he'd overlooked the first time. As he glanced back towards Misaki, he wondered, briefly, why it was he'd gone to her before anyone else, why he assumed she was the one who'd sent the (apparently not a) date request. Maybe, as an idol, he'd hoped it would be her, above anyone else in the room? Or perhaps it was just in her nature to draw the attention on her, a silent, subtle spotlight that had him seeing her before anyone else. It had a tendency to occur in the classroom as well, but at least there, there were others surrounding him to take his mind off it.

Again, he smiled at her, sharp and playful as it always was. "If we're in a club, doesn't that mean we'll have more time to spend together? If you don't accept my marriage proposal now, it's only a matter of time." He let out a dramatic sigh, patting the pocket that held the fake plastic ring in a case. It sparkled like it was something worthwhile, but he'd won it at an arcade for most his tickets. Even Misaki had to know that he would never actually mean a proposal.

Giving a sigh of resignation, Misaki continued pointedly avoiding the young man's gaze, acting as though he wasn't even there. Reaching into the breast pocket of her dress, she withdrew her cell phone, peering at the screen as her finger hovered over the hologlass keypad. "Let's see," She murmured to herself, making a point of speaking loudly enough that Akito could hear her. "What was the company lawyer's number again? I should probably get a price estimate for filing a sexual harrassment case..."

"Miko knows!" She chimed in, popping out of nowhere with a pout on her lips because the man she had addressed behind the counter had ignored her before giving his little speech about the cafe they were in cooperating with the schools and such. She hadn't really paid much attention, if she was being honest, she was too wound up with energy to focus on anything for that long.

She grinned at Akito and Misaki before reciting the number for Misaki's lawyer from memory. She had seen it once, and that was all that had been necessary for Miko to store it away forever in her precious little head.

"What does Misaki-kun need the number for, anyway, hmmm? Is Akito-san molesting Misaki-kun or is Misaki-kun molesting Akito-san?!" She inquired, leaning in close to the two others and inspecting their faces for any signs of guilt.

"Miko wants to know who's molesting who!" She proclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly for such a public place.

She grinned once more, and placed an arm around each of their necks, using her weight to pull their heads in close to hers. She looked between them then, a glint of mischief filling her eyes.

"Nevermind that! Miko wants to get out of here, and Miko just so happens to need two volunteers to accompany her!"

"I... Er... Akiyama-san, what are you...?" Began the befuddled idol, trying to make sense of the manic girl's whirlwind appearance. She'd expected this sort of reception when she'd moved to approach the resident pixie of Kyuyo, but with her composure being already tried to its breaking point by the unexpected arrival of her unwanted suitor, it took her a moment to collect herself in order to ensure she didn't make any sort of outburst that went against her image. Clearing her throat, she calmed her racing thoughts, refusing to be sucked up in the hyperactive girl's pace. "Akiyama-san, firstly, that was a rhetorical question. Secondly, if I was molesting him, why would I be the one calling a lawyer? Thirdly, what are you doing, where are you trying to take me, and why does Miyoshi-senpai need to come with us? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind hanging out with you - I just find the company of certain people to be rather undesirable."

Akito grinned, oblivious to the "subtle" insults of his manic pixie dream girl. He turned away from her, grabbing Miko's hands instead and squeezing them as he twirled her around. "Let's go! If it's somewhere Miko's going, it's somewhere I'm going too!" He turned to give the idol a side-eyed glance, something akin to mischief concealed under a thin layer of smolder, one hand raised with all fingers wiggling about. "All the best three-ways start with a little molesting."

He brought that hand to his mouth, covering a cat-like grin. "You know Mi-ko, don't you? Why was this kept a secret from me?" He gasped suddenly, both hands over his mouth as if he had just discovered something huge, eyes as wide as a toddler seeing their mother kissing that man who was most certainly not their father, not in their memory anyway, most certainly not. He leaned in, hand blocking their conversation as if that would keep the world from hearing what he had to say, despite his voice being barely under a normal speaking tone. "Are you and Miko having...that sort of relationship to-geth-er~?" Another gasp escaped him before she could even have the chance to reply, reeling dramatically away and placing a knuckle between his teeth. "Scandalous! Misaki! I never knew you could be so lewd!"

The idol's expression went from disgust to surprise, and then, funnily enough, right back to disgust again. Her eyes narrowed as she only barely managed to contain an overwhelming impulse to reach up and slap this loudmouthed idiot for being so unbearably.... unbearable! Honestly, the wise thing to do really would have been to make good on her threat and call her lawyer. This went beyond teasing and straight into the realm of sexual harassment. But, of course, getting herself surrounded in any sort of controversy of that nature couldn't have been good for her career, just as forcefully denying anything he said would only create more of a spectacle. The only option was to keep herself calm as best she could, and maybe do her best to make this idiot look like the idiotic idiot that he most certainly was while she was at it.

"I'm sorry, who were you supposed to be flirting with in this conversation again? I must have lost track," snarked the frustrated idol. "Honestly, if you had 100 yen for every time you harassed a new person, you'd probably never have to mooch on any of your dates again." She sighed sadly, shaking her head as though a mother disappointed in a very small, petulant child. "Also, while I'm glad you're not just calling me by my stage name anymore, I don't recall ever saying that you could refer to me so informally, Miyoshi-senpai. I am not your girlfriend, and we really wouldn't want anybody to have any false impressions otherwise, would we? While it might not seem so bad, I assure you, some of my fans can be very wild when riled up by something, and if you purported to be dating me, it could end very badly for you. Nobody wants that, so I'd very much appreciate it if you'd stop spreading silly and nonsensical rumors, or acting contrarily to the truth. If you don't, then please be aware, I really wasn't kidding about that lawyer." Her eyes narrowed with this final sentence, and her voice dropped all pretense of calm in favor of being terrifyingly stern and utterly, deadly serious. Granted, it was actually more of a bluff than anything - she didn't want to spend the company's time and money on something so frivolous, nor did she want to ruin the livelihood of his family through excessive legal fees when they were obviously non-complicit in their irresponsible child's actions.

Sighing, she slumped her shoulders, shrugging and shaking her head in an expression of disappointed, reluctant acceptance. "Fine, Akiyama-san," She said. "I'll go with you. Girls have to stick together in the face of rude and creepy men with questionable intentions and dubious moral integrity. But where would you like to go, exactly?"

Miko giggled all the while as Akito twirled her around. She used a hand to adjust the hat on her head after they had finished and utterly beamed at the two as they continued their little banter back and forth temporarily. She let out another infectious burst of giggles when Akito suggested that her and Misaki might secretly be lovers. She liked Akito, he knew how to have fun with her, unlike some people.

She stared at Misaki with a sort of wonderment as she went on her little tangent to Akito, and tried her best not to squee too loudly when she agreed to accompany the two of them.

"Great! And it's Miko, Misaki-kun! Mi~ko! Mikomikomikomiko!" She lightly poked her finger into Akito's cheek with every syllable accentuated as if to showcase this point to Misaki.

"As for where Miko wants to take you, hmm~" She raised a finger to tap at her bottom lip and ponder for a moment, before swinging her arm in a wide arc and planting a firm slap on Akito's ass and then pointing in a random direction.

"That way! Saddle up your spurs, cowboys, Miko is taking you for a ride!"

She exclaimed, showing off her obvious lack of knowledge about Western culture. Misaki sighed, shaking her head sadly to herself. Right, she'd forgotten that her other classmate in the newly formed "club" was only slightly less insane than her unwanted suitor. "That didn't really answer my question at all, but I suppose I should have expected as much," She murmured, talking more to herself than to anyone else, giving another slight shrug of resignation. "Lead the way."