Last chapter?
“Have you seen Takahashi?” Risa pulled the nearest crew worker she could find to a side, looking rather anxious.
“Nope, sorry.” He shook his head and started to walk off.
“Tanaka?” Risa asked again, pulling the poor man back.
“Not even a shadow.” He replied, surprised at the pull.
“What about the other Musumes?” She was starting to look desperate.
“Which ones? Morning, Coconut or Country?” The crewmember joked. But after seeing no reaction from the normally reactive girl, his smile dropped and he shook his head again, not daring to say another word.
“Where’re the girls when they’re needed?!” Risa groaned and pushed the poor man away. Huffing, she stormed off into the crowd, which moved aside for her. Being sub-leader wasn’t as laid back as her senior(s) made it out to be.
Has she tried calling their cell phones? Surely some of them would pick up.
“Yoshizawa-san!?” Ai jumped up and down, trying to find the taller woman in the mess. Too bad every other person around was taller than her, making things difficult.
The two idols had gotten lost from each other before they could say anything else after meeting when the evening rush began to flood the streets. As the morning musume leader was about to turn away and try her luck else where, she felt a vice-like grip on her wrist and before Ai knew it, an unknown person was dragging her through the crowd.
All Ai could see was a thin arm sticking out from between bodies, exerting plenty of strength to keep her hold on. Both figures bulldozed their way through the human traffic, jaywalked across the jam on the road and towards the stairs of an overhead bridge.
Yossi's tomboyish-ness comes in handy sometimes.
“By the way, you dropped this.” She pulled out a thick book from under her jacket and handed it to the other.
Ai panicked at the sight of the book and searched through her bag, hardly aware that she had dropped anything before. The librarian would give her hell if she did lose it. Now that the book was in front of her and luckily in one piece, she took it back and bowed her head, thanking the taller girl several times.
The book from the first chapter that was meant for Aika?
OMGASS, DON'T TELL ME SONOBE POSSESSED AIKA!?!?! What’s so important about it?”
“It’s a library book.”
“That’s it?” Hitomi laughed hard, personally never one to return books… or actually borrow one in the first place.
Yossi obviously doesn't realize how scary a pissed off librarian can be.
As she eagerly browses through each topic, a car was driving at full speed on the road beside them. Before anyone could comprehend what was going on, a loud splash could be heard even from a distance and there was a surprised yelp. Under the stairs, an androgynous figure was holding on to her shorter companion protectively, an open book wedged painfully between them. The taller woman was soaked to the skin.
“Are you… alright?” Hitomi pulled away by a mere inch or two to check on Ai, but she found herself trailing away as she observes the younger’s face for the first time in a long while.
“I-I’m fine.” Ai stuttered, too shock at the sudden turn of events. She fidgeted under the stronger woman’s hold, finding it weird but not the least uncomfortable
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh dokidoki!
“Have we met before?” Hitomi asked again, looking straight into the other’s eyes, a sense of familiarity rushing through her. She felt herself ignoring everything around her; who the other was, where they were, and what just happened. At the moment, it was as though she was holding someone completely different, as though she was somewhere else. Hitomi felt captivated.
Huh? That was odd. Could it be maybe that the spirit of the guardian momentarily took over Yossi?
Hitomi was about to say more when she felt a hard jab at the side of her stomach, pulling her out of her unusual self. Quickly, she let go of Ai and stumbled backwards, bending down to clutch her waist in pain. Even more shocked by the assault, Ai instantly turned her head to where the attack came from to find woman in pink, pointing an umbrella at Hitomi.
“Ishikawa-san!?” Ai gasped, almost losing her balance and falling back.
Uh oh.
Ai was relieved, but a new set of anxiety settled into her. She was late for work! She thanked Rika for the reminder and was about to rush off into the storm when she felt her collar being tugged violently.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hitomi questioned, her face still scrunched up in discomfort.
“Back to the studio, I’m late!”
“Not in the storm you’re not.” Rika added and handed her spare umbrella to the morning musume leader.
Rika carries a spare umbrella with her?
Oh well, never look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say.
“Ai-chan? What’re you still doing here?!” The oldest of the three broke out from her conversation for two and all but shouted.
“I wasn’t-“
“Just go already! Before Risa tears down the studio to find you.”
Good point.
“Why aren’t you ready yet?”
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“Who are you?” Risa asked, never before seeing this stranger.
“Sakurai Hiroki, your new makeup artist.” That explains a lot to Risa.
“Oh.” She lowered her head and looked forward. “I’m waiting for the rest of the girls.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t get ready first.” Sakurai replied and sat down beside her.
Sakurai does have point here. Might as well take care of herself while she's here.
Just as he started to powder her face, the door slammed opened and water was dripping on the floor. Ai came in with her shoes soaked and a battered umbrella by her side. She looked at the pair in the room and frowned. She didn’t like what she was seeing. A man touching her best friend, and worse! He looks like a woman? Ai frowned harder and moved to her own dresser.
“Ai-chan!” Risa exclaimed when she noticed her best friend’s presence and jumped up, only to be pushed down on the chair again.
“I’m not done, Risa-chan.” He addressed the idol intimately, earning a surprised look from the girl, and a glare from the other who had just arrived. Shrugging, Sakurai went back to applying make up on Risa.
“Wha- Risa, who’s he?” Ai all but ran to Risa’s side and whispered to her while giving the man suspicious glares.
“Sakurai Hiroki, your new makeup artist.” He repeated his introduction, after having heard Ai, who thought she was already soft enough. “Don’t worry, it’s your turn soon.”
Seems strange that neither of them knew that Sakurai was being brought in to do their makeup. If the other members didn't know that would be different, but as leader and subleader, one would think that management would have informed Aichan and Risa about it.
Ai sat down behind them and watched the feminine man. The moment she had set eyes on him, she had disliked him. And it’s going to be like that for a long, long time. She was quite sure of it. As the rest of the girls in Morning Musume gradually started to file in, each blaming the weather for being late, they could sense an ominous aura from the corner of the room where Ai was. For the rest of the day, they never figured out why she such an uncomfortable face whenever their new makeup artist was around.
A/N : Who on earth IS this Sakurai person? An ally? An enemy? A random person purposely thrown in to create tension between TakaGaki? 
This sure took me long enough.
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Huh? That's it? What about the mystery girl with the pendant? What about Sonobe? Where's Miki-sama?
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