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AKB48 Fanfics => AKB48 Fanfics => Topic started by: haruhi16 on December 28, 2012, 05:11:11 PM
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I just made this story for my friend riderchick :)
I'm still not that sure if she'll like it XD
Now here it goes~
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“Over here, Kojima-san! Oshima-san!”
“Did you vote for Takahashi-san?”
“Are you and Oshima-san back together?”
Haruna stood on the red-carpeted, straight-backed, chin-up, smiling into the glare of lights, and the barrage of reporters in front of them. Behind them, tiers of spectators were packed into bleachers emblazoned with a Japanese Awards banner. Her hand tightened on Yuko’s arm. “Don’t let go.” She told her through locked teeth.
Behind her, suddenly, she heard the crackle and gargled speech of walkie-talkie as a muscled security guy in blackout sunglasses rushed past. Then the entire group of cameras panned away from them to the next arrival, and she was politely hustled into the crowd towards the theater entrance.
“Over here, Kojima-san! Oshima-san!” One of the attendant called them and lead the two stars in the hallway.
“That crowd was crazy! Someone stepped on my gown and I almost tripped! Thank God I was able to keep my poise.” Yuko said and Haruna re-joined her. She smiled at her.
The next moment, she was being rapturously greeted by a girl dressed in a billowing ball gown made of shredded white feathers. Haruna squealed back with equal excitement and smiled at her recognized actress friend.
“You look wonderful!” Haruna exclaimed.
“So do you!”
Truthfully, everyone looked like a waxwork crudely crafted by an overenthusiastic apprentice.
After a short chitchat, the two stars edged towards the broad walkway that led to the theater.
“Why did you agree to come with me tonight?” She asked.
Yuko took a moment or two to formulate her answer, then said simply, “I wanted to see you…”
Haruna didn't press her further and just ignore her brightest smile that plastered on her face.
Everyone was here. Haruna exchanged air kisses with Mariko, Miichan and Acchan looking all gorgeous with their gowns made by popular designers from all over the world who also came to join the party with the stars.
Haruna waved back, redirected Yuko, and they were edging their way across the flow when the crowd parted and she came face-to-face with their friends.
“You look so beautiful, Haruna! Yuko is surely lucky to have you as her date for tonight.” An award winning actress named Itano Tomomi said as she came to see the two with her lovely date Kasai Tomomi, securely clinging onto her arms.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
“But Yuko is also looking good with her gown. And it's Oshima Yuko we're talking about here you guys! The one and the first ever actress to receive an award outside our country! People must be so jealous of you right now, Haruna.“ The actress added.
“Thanks, Tomochin. I'm really glad you never forget that we were in the same team before.” Yuko gave her a short hug and smiled at her, showing her signature squirrel-smile.
“It’s not about having you in the same team, it’s a compliment, Yuko.” Tomochin shook her head, smiling.
“As much as we want to stay for long, we still need to go ahead to greet other ---“
“It’s fine. We’ll see you girls later then!”
Then Haruna wheeled Yuko about and headed to the auditorium.
“Let’s forget it, we can still meet them all later. I want to sit.” Yuko started to protest, but Haruna shook her head, lip pursed, burningly aware of the whispers and sidelong glances that pursued them.
“What was that all about?” Yuko murmured into her ear once they had safely left their friends and onlookers behind.
“Didn't you see the news this morning?” Haruna hissed.
“What, the government thing?”
“Me! The rude actor, he was at behind, I told you in the car! He insulted me. You should have hit him.”
“But NyanNyan ---“
“Shh, we’re coming into camera range. I don’t want anyone lip-reading us.”
Automatically Haruna smiled and greeted as they made their way down the aisle.
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After almost an hour of the awarding, Haruna found her hands were sticky with sweat. “I’m going to the ladies room.” She told Yuko at the next ad break, standing up abruptly, she heard something rip. That bow on her dress must have gotten pinched between her seat and backrest; it was now hanging half off. She felt alarmed as she minced her way to the ladies room while trying to hold it in place.
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After 20 minutes, Yuko‘s face cleared as Haruna approached her. “There you are. I was getting worried. What took you so long? I thought you must be sick.”
“I am, a little.” She said, seizing on the excuse. “Would you mind terribly if we skipped the party and went home?”
“Of course not.” She looked relieved. “I mean, with all the nonsense going on, it’s hard to talk in here.”
“One more thing.” Haruna swung around to show her the hole in her dress. “Could you possibly put your arm around me while we leave? And keep your hand on my butt to cover the rip?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind the wagging tongues. I've been asked about twelve times already if we’re back together again.”
“Oh, who cares, let them talk.”
It was comforting to have someone to lean against. No one looked at her oddly now. She even saw other women giving Yuko the eye. She sighed.
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There was a long silence after they got inside the limo.
Yuko finally turned to speak to her now – was she thinking of her? Oh that was so sweet. Yuko had really enjoyed the night with her. “Uhm, you know, I’m really glad that I was your date tonight, but the real reason I wanted to see you….” She hesitated.
Don’t close your mind to possibilities. Mariko had said to her suddenly came up to Haruna’s mind.
“Yes?” Haruna murmured encouragingly.
“Well, you know how come things can be right under your nose but you can’t see them? A person, say. You know them, you like them, but you kind of take them for granted. Then one day, bam! Everything changes. Maybe it’s something to do with maturity, with finally recognizing what you want, but suddenly you realize that she is the person.”
“She?” Haruna echoed. Was Yuko talking about her?
“Acchan!” Yuko’s face burst into a radiant smile. “Our friend Acchan that I’ve been working with for 6 years. We’re officially dating!”
Haruna shot bolt upright. For several seconds she stared at her, open-mouthed. “You guys are dating.” She repeated.
“I’ve been dying to tell you all night. Of course, I had to tell you in person. The thing is, Acchan and I really wanted to meet you, but I know what your schedules like. Acchan and I missed you so much!”
Acchan, Acchan, Acchan. Yuko loved her name. She loved saying it. She loved her.
Suddenly, shame ripped at her.
Haruna took Yuko's hand and reached forward to kiss her lightly on the cheek. “I’m so happy for you. This is wonderful, wonderful news.”
“Yep.” She was grinning like a school girl.
But weariness seeped into her bones. Wrong again. Stupid again. Whenever she looked she saw rejection and failure, and she was trapped in the one place in the world where everyone is turning her down. She had to get out.
“I have to get out!” She called suddenly.
Yuko looked, alarmed.
“I’ll be fine.” She said, stepping out the limo.
Even so, Yuko leapt out after her, looking troubled. "Haruna!"
“Please, Yuko, let me go.” She pressed her palm briefly to her cheek “Goodbye.”
....
At last, she was alone, running her way toward the hotel. “I have to get out! I have to get out!” She repeated under her breath.
Ahead of her, suddenly, there was a flash of light struck straight to her. She quickly covered from the bright lights that hurts her eyes. She struggled as she tried to move but she couldn't. She screamed at the top of her lungs as the bright light slowly enveloped her.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
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“Haruna! Haruna!”
“Yuko! Yukooooo!”
“Haruna! Wake up! Hey!”
Haruna opened her eyes widely and stare at the worried person trying to wake her up. “Yuko?”
“No. It’s me, Takamina."
"Takamina?"
"Yes, Takamina. Your girlfriend.”
TBC?
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@riderchick: Here's the story that I promised. XD
Sorry if it's boring :(
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“Over here, Kojima-san! Oshima-san!”
“Did you vote for Takahashi-san?”
“Are you and Oshima-san back together?”
Once I read this, I sensed something.
Is this gonna be AtsuYuu and TakaHaru?
But seems like Kojiharu has feelings to Yuko,
you got to continue this,
Haruchan, don't make the four hurt too much.
Flashback flashback, I demand a flashback.
You will see the turtle again when you continue writing. Hee Hee:D
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Oh my goodness... please continue this.... i like the story..
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what's going on here ?
i thought haruna and yuko were couple. how sad :(
but i like takaharu pairing. keep update nee :cathappy:
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I'm really starting to love TakaHaru!!!
TakaHaru or AtsuMina... Don't care!!
Update soon!!
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OMG!!!!! You made a new story :inlove: thanks for that.. :grin:
It's a great story obviously because it's KojiYuu :wub: and second you're the author XD
So this is one of those fics which is gonna be a KojiYuu/Atsumina/TakaHaru/AtsuYuu huh??? 8) can't wait for the next update :on gay:
Anyways what really bothers me about you're fic is I know for sure YOU'RE GONNA HURT HARUNA'S FEELINGS!!!! and what's worst you want her to SUFFER because of this couple ATSUYUU?!?!?! WTH!!! :mon fire: ..... just promise me YOU'RE NOT GOING TO KILL MY OSHI IN THE END :mon worklate: and will be all GOOD...
Thanks again for the story and can't wait for more keep it up :twothumbs
“Haruna! Wake up! Hey!”
Haruna opened her eyes widely and stare at the worried person trying to wake her up. “Yuko?”
“No. It’s me, Takamina."
"Takamina?"
"Yes, Takamina. Your girlfriend.”
This part just made my DAY!!! :mon lol:
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omg what's going to happen? did yuuchan and nyan nyan date before?
gahhhhhh ~~ can't wait to read more of your story to find out :cathappy:
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AtsuYuu and TakaHaru are currently dating!?! What the heck!?!? :mon wtf:
What happen to TakaHaru?? :mon tantrum2:
Please update soon! :mon pray2:
PS: Please update new chapter of http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=30286.0 (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=30286.0) :mon prayer:
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What!?
:mon closeup: :mon closeup:
What happen!!
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That was really interesting
AtsuMina or AtsuYuu???
I think this is going to be an awesome fic
Looking forward to the story
Please Continue
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Interesting... The timing takes place after they all graduate from AKB, doesn't it?
Is it going to be KojiYuu/Atsumina or TakaHaru/AtsuYuu fic?
Can't wait to know. but for now is TakaHaru/AtsuYuu.
Well... Thank you for this interesting fic.
Can't wait to see the next update.
:wub: :inlove: :love: :heart:
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:(
Update...Please...
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We need the update~~~~~ xD :tantrum: hehehehe but man... my Atsumina...and Kojiyuu.... I-it's T_T :on cloudeye: but well it's not the end yet...hahahaha... :sweat: looking forward to the update xD :luvluv1:
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Ahhhhhhhhhh.......please counting update :panic: :panic:
I want to know more about what happen on Takaharu and Atsuyuu :cry: :cry:
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:heart: :heart: :heart:. love this story. when you will continue it?
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i just found this but... ahhhhh u have to continue this
I need to know what will happen
is it going to be atsuyuu and takaharu?? or atsumina and kojiyuu??
(kinda hoping this one is atsuyuu/ takaharu... hahaha just my selfish self)
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CHAPTER II
Kojima Haruna stood in front of her bedroom mirror, eye narrowed. Was the pink long sleeve too arty-farty? She'd already discarded the white one (too dull) and the electric blue (too flashy). The clothes was no problem: newish, italian-made, thrillingly expensive, and in fact the only decent she possessed. She sighed. Today's lunchtime meeting could change her life; she didn't want to mess up by wearing the wrong thing.
What the hell? Pink long sleeve, no prints: stop messing around. Other people could think what they liked. She wasn't kowtowing to some number-crunching exec just for the sake of a million pounds or so. A million pounds! Haruna was gripped by simultaneous panic and excitement, which she quelled by walking through the flat's narrow hallway to her sitting room/study next door, where her computer screen glowed invitingly. The meeting that would decide her fate was still three hours away. She'd told her office that she would be working from home this morning, partly to keep her head clear and her nerves steady and partly because a prospective tenant would be arriving any minute to view the upstairs flat.
Haruna's nervousness drove her from her chair and into the kitchen to make herself a double expresso, her drug of choice.
Haruna has a lot of things to think on her mind, her career, or how this meeting might bring her after, and a painful dream she had last night.
As if response to her questions, her telephone began to ring. Haruna slammed down her cup and raced back to her desk. She knew that it would be Takamina, as nervous and confused as she was about their forthcoming meeting. For obviously would be there too, with all the facts and figures and projections and whatnot. If Haruna was the aerial stunt woman of the company, Takamina was mission control. They'd been a team since the very beginning.
Sure enough, when Haruna snatched up the phone on the third ring she heard Takamina's voice, breathy with anxiety: "It's me."
"Are you in the office?" She asked. "Does anyone suspect? God! Isn't this waiting a nightmare? I can't concentrate on a thing."
"Me neither. That is…"
Haruna was dismayed to hear an uncharacteristic hesitancy in her voice. Her grip tightened on the phone. "Everything's okay, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's all fine here, Haruna. Don't panic."
"So what's the matter? I know you, Takamina. Something's wrong."
Eventually she admitted that someone from the primary school had just called to say that Jurina had taken ill. Jurina was Takamina and Atsuko's adopted child while they were still together. Takamina had always been determined to take care of the child even without Atsuko. Even though she's having a hard time explaining to the child who always searching for her ex girlfriend that is now currently dating her best friend Oshima Yuko, she still manage to handle everything. Haruna was full of admiration for the way Takamina managed child care without disrupting her work, via nannies, neighbors, and a baffling network of kiddie groups that she sometimes overheard her coordinating from the office.
"She seemed okay this morning." Takamina was saying. "Jurina's hardly ever ill. But she's lying down in the head teacher's room now, and --- and moaning. They think she should see a doctor."
"Oh." Haruna scratched her head, uncertain what to suggest. Takamina lived in Hokkaido, miles away from the city of Tokyo. There obviously wasn't time for her to go all the way home and take Jurina to a doctor before the grapevine meeting. Equally obvious, this meeting was way too important to cancel. There were no other choice unless… Haruna's whole body tensed in alarm. She couldn't go to the meeting alone-- not without Takamina, without her voluble charm to smooth over awkward moments.
"I'm sure she'll be fine," She said with brisk certainty. "Can't the nanny deal with it?"
"Yes. Yes, of course. I've already called Sasshi."
Phew! That was alright, then. But something in Takamina's voice still made Haruna feel uncomfortable. "What's wrong with Jurina anyway?"
"Apparently she has a headache… and a stiff neck and her eyes hurt when she looks at the light." There was a tremor in Takamina's voice, swiftly masked. "I'm sure it's nothing."
Haruna was silent. The unmentionable word rose between them: "Meningitis". All the different possible outcomes of the situation flashed through her mind, plunging her into a turmoil of conflicting emotions. Why did this have to happen today? If Takamina wanted to go home, why couldn't she just say so? Would her insisting that she came to the meeting make her a shit? And if so why couldn't she just be a shit without feeling like a shit? The unfairness of her position made her a writhe. She would have to choose for Takamina: between herself, age 24, and Jurina, age 6.
"Right, Takamina. Go home now. Call the cab service. I'll ring Kashiwagi Yuki and cancel the meeting."
"No! Haruna, you mustn't."
"We''ll postpone it until next week. It's only lunch. No big deal."
"Don't talk crap. It's a huge deal. I'm not going to be the one to muck it up. If you're going to cancel, then i'm coming."
"No, you're not. Jurina needs you."
"Yes, but she needs me solvent, with a job and a future. I want this deal, Haruna."
Haruna paced from window to wall and back again, listening to Takamina assure her that she would be brilliant without her, that she would arrange for everything she needed to be sent over to the club where the lunch was booked. Haruna must ring her afterward and tell her every detail. She could even come over this evening, depending on Jurina. She'd cook her supper. "Please, Haruna. For me."
Twisting indecisively, Haruna caught sight of a pair of extravagantly buckled boots descending the tone steps to her basement front door. Shit! She'd forgotten about her prospective tenant. There was no more time for shilly-shallying.
"You're right, Takamina. I'll be fine on my own. Got to go--someone at the door. Speak later. Love you! and love to Jurina!"
Tossing the phone onto her desk, she rooted about in a drawer for the keys to the upstairs flat, then grabbed her coat. Her door-knocker banged. Yes all right!
Her first thought on opening the door was a City-bonus couples while they looked to buy their own house, or to the occasional overseas businessman finding a new place to stay.
But an unexpectedly familiar face meet her eyes right in front of the door. Their greeting smiling face instantly turned into shock, both were taken aback, open mouthed. There's like a dart strike straight to her chest that cause her to stop from breathing.
Unable to speak up, the unexpected visitor manage to utter a word in front of the still speechless girl. "S-So you're the owner of t-this house."
Haruna was still on her feet, nodding, lost for words.
Eventually, the visitor came toward Haruna with a tentative smile. "We....we meet again, Kojima Haruna."
"Yuko…."
To be continued...
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FINALLY! :)
I know it's too short for a long hiatus, but that's the only chapter i could write for now. I'll be uploading the next chapter after 1 or 2 weeks.
Tell me what you think about it! ;)
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AH... Minami is so admirable person... able to do everything herself... or try to cope with everything herself...
What's going on with Jurina...? I hope it was nothing that dangerous like Meningitis....
Migraine is also one of the disease with that symptoms that you described in the fic
Yuko... why did she came to the house...?
Eh... don't tell me her business meeting is with Yuko?!
Ah... it's going to be awkward and also painful for Haruna...
What's going to happen with Haruna... and the meeting?
What about Minami and Jurina...?
Also why did Atsuko break up with Minami?
Is Haruna really going out with Minami?
OR is it another alternative reality for Haruna?
I can't wait to find out more
Thank you for the update
:wub: :inlove: :heart: :love:
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WELCOME BAAAAAACCKKK~~~!!! i missed your KojiYuu~!!!
and yes!!! It was a looooooooong wait but the wait was given justice!!
you're so good in making me look forward to the next chapter with how this chapter ends! (>.<)
more!!!!! (>.<)/*
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This is a weird twist of events from the first chapter :lol:
Well at least they seem to be getting everything slowly together
Good job :thumbsup
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Here's hoping it's Atsumina and Kojiyuu. Nope...not hope, that's the way it should be. When I read the title "Soulmates" I immediately thought of Atsumina, because they give off that vibe and they are. There's no match for these two pairs. But...your story intrigues me so I'll be looking forward to what's going to happen next.
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eh ?? what will happen next? please update fast i wanna know what will happen. haha :D
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I've really become a fan of yours! Can't wait for the next installment!! :w00t:
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Finally read this and I was like 'WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!'
Is Yuko only using Acchan to make NyanNyan hers?! What's sweet sweet angel Acchan doing?!
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CHAPTER III
"Yuko…"
The tentative smile of the visitor turned into a big grin that made her look like a cheeky teenager. "Yup, Oshima Yuko." She announced. "I've come to look at the flat."
Kojima Haruna nodded. She ushered the tenant back up the steps and pulled her own front door closed behind her. "Come on, then. I'll show you around." Haruna was really desperate to find a new tenant but she didn't expect it to be this girl, the girl from her past.
The house was Haruna's great romantic folly. Set toward one end of a classic, flat-fronted terrace, it was built of gray (once yellow) brick, punctuated by elegantly proportioned sash windows, with a fanlight over the front door. In the front it overlooked a broad flagstone pavement and a quiet road; to the back was a small oasis of garden shaded by a plane tree next door. The neighborhoods are bars, theaters, shops and restaurants which were only a few minutes' walk away.
Such attractions had not gone unnoticed, and property hereabouts was fabulously expensive. Haruna had fallen in love with the area when she first arrived in Tokyo and was living nearby. On weekends she would escape the noisy chaos of her shared flat and stroll up here, fantasizing about the gracious, spacious lifestyle of an admired and successful documentary maker. When her film had sold to TV companies around the world, and the tie-in book had thrillingly crept on to the popular BBC bestseller list and stayed for two whole weeks, she'd blown the lot on this house. Even then the money wasn't good nearly enough, so she'd also taken out a gigantic mortgage, whose monthly payments virtually wiped out her income and could wake her up sweating in the night. The only way to make financial sense of her reckless purchase was to rent out three-quarters of the house, and the only way to maximize the rent was to renovate it to the highest standard. The result was that she was too poor to live in her own house and was confined to a cramped basement flat while others wallowed in luxury on the three floors above her head.
"Luxury" was the word. As always, Haruna felt a glow of pride as she opened the front door and showed into the kitchen/dining area, which ran the whole depth of the ground floor. She opened and closed a couple of drawers, pointing out their cunning compartments and the way they automatically shut themselves tight.
"Do you have a juicer?" She nodded, she opened a cupboard and pointed. The tenant made a little tick on her list. "And an ice maker?" She showed her that, too.
"Cool." The tenant said.
Haruna smiled.
"You don't have, like, a gym or anything?"
"No, I don't. Nor a badminton court, or a ballroom." That cracked her up.
On the way downstairs, the tenant paused on a landing, consulted her clipboard again, and peered out the window. "What's in the garden?"
"Plants." Haruna answered.
"Right. So…no hot tub?" The tenant took one look at her face and crossed it off her list.
But once they were out on the pavement again, the tenant underwent a mystifying transformation. "I love your place, Haruna. It's fantastic."
"Really?" Belatedly she tried to re-inject landladily charm into her features. "Does that mean…?"
"I'll call you as soon as I can, okay? Maybe later today. Will you be at home?"
Christ! The meeting! Distractedly Haruna gave Yuko her mobile number and uttered the usual polite phrases, though as she watched her getting into her limo, she had this expectation of seeing or hearing from her again. Her thoughts were gloomy as she trotted down the basement steps. No tenant (especially when it's her - YUKO! NO!) She caught sight of her watch and groaned. On top of everything else, she's going to be late.
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In fact Haruna arrived half an hour early for her meeting, thanks to an unknown run of luck on the tube. The club at which she had arranged to meet the CEO from grapevine occupied a large corner house in the heart of Tokyo. It existed to serve the overlapping worlds of film, television, and advertising. Here agents and actors rubbed shoulders with producers, copy-writers and creative directors. This was where the men with money met the boys and girls with talent. The club had been established for about ten years. Haruna had been a founding member, her free frozen at the joining price; she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to afford to continue with it otherwise.
Once again, she'd forgotten the card members were supposed to swipe at the entrance. She pressed the doorbell instead and waited for the usual greetings . Long convinced that no one could hear any better at the other end, she sometimes amused herself by giving any name that came into her head. "Kasai Tomomi!" she shouted, and was instantly allowed to enter the place.
Bounding up the stairs, Haruna handed her coat to the startlingly pretty girl at reception and Haruna told her he would wait for Ms. Shinoda in the bar. A stiff drink would set her up, though she would need to be careful to resist the temptation to have more than one. She was trying to decide whether to order a beer or splash out on an expensive but delicious Bloody Mary when a familiar voice sent a chill deep into her heart. "Are you buying, Haru?"
Watanabe Mayu was the only person who called her Haru. They had met at the University, both had studied history.
"So," said Mayu with awful finality, "are you still making films that nobody watches?"
Mayu was a television producer too, only infinitely more successful. In fact, she was fast becoming a TV tycoon. After coming down from the University both of them had gone into the BBC, but while Haruna had struggled to make serious programs, Mayu had moved swiftly into entertainment before setting up on her own. Haruna grudgingly forced to admit that Mayu had a sound commercial instinct. Though Mayu didn't have many ideas, she was quick to pick up other people's. She had specialized "CyRobent"--- the hideous abbreviation for Cyborg-Robot Entertainment, referred to by the media as Entertainment show and by Haruna as total garbage. But garbage was popular, and it was making Mayu rich. Each time they met, her material success was more and more obvious.
Haruna listened gloomily to Mayu's sly boast about expensive sports cars, second homes, chartered yachts, exclusive safaris and holidays in places like Dubai, Paris and LA. Haruna had to remind herself how much she hated dumbing down, getting unimportance, and Entertainment of everything and how lucky she was not to be working on "Celebrity Confessions," Haruna said aloud. Celebrity confessions is one of Mayu's successful programs and it is undoubtedly one of the best show that has millions of views.
"All right, mock if you like. Hug your pillow if it keeps you warm at night. Which of your programs has 3 million prime-time viewers?"
"Call them 'viewers'? They just want a bit of background noise while they kiss on the sofa."
"Welcome to the real world, Haru," said Mayu cheerfully. "3 million viewers can't be wrong."
"They can if they're morons."
"Come on, you know the broadcasters only take your stuff as window dressing, to look good when it comes to franchise time. Us now, we're in the hits business."
"Mmm. Have you ever noticed that 'hits' is anagram of 'shit'?
"Nice one." Mayu thumped Haruna on the shoulder, making her spill her drink on her shoe. "Well, you go on making Goggle with Granny and living in a basement if it makes you happy. But I'm telling you, the 18 to 34 year old viewers is where it's at, and they like a bit of entertainment. Presenters with cleavage, prizes. That's what the viewers want. No one wants to think."
"I do," Haruna said.
"You're a snob. You know in your heart of hearts that nobody's really interested in your type of TV. Your viewing figures are so low that they're hardly measurable. Television isn't art anymore, it's like a dramatic entertainment ." Mayu grabbed a glass of martini and drunk.
Haruna was still formulating a quick clever reply to Mayu's criticism when her mobile rang. She flipped it open."Hello?"
"Hey, Sae here."
For a moment Haruna couldn't think who Sae was. "Yes?" she answered cautiously.
"I'm Oshina Yuko's assistant, she came to see your flat this morning."
"Oh, yes, right." Haruna came to attention. This could be good news.
"I would have explained, but it's sort of confidential. You see, I work at the Old Fire Station Theatre."
Haruna knew the place well; tiny space, huge reputation and some of the most uncomfortable site in Tokyo. She couldn't think where this conversation was leading.
"And we sometimes need accommodation for visiting actors. To get to the point, we'd like to rent your place for two months, starting next weekend, on behalf of Oshima Yuko." Seems like Yuko's assistant knows nothing at all about their past relationship.
"Oh, Oshima Yuko."
"Yes, isn't it exciting? We'd almost given up hope, then her agent rang and said she wanted to work with us. That's why she personally visited and look at the flat. I know you'd prefer a longer rental, but it's only a short run, though she might extend the contract if she really like your place."
"You want my place for the popular actress Oshima Yuko?" Haruna repeated, largely for Mayu's benefit.
"Yes, that's right. We'll pay the rent in advance for the whole period, so long as you haven't got a problem with the short contract."
Haruna stared at Mayu, who was looking impressed. "No problem at all."
"Good. I'll call you in a day or two to make arrangements to pick up the keys."
"Right." She snapped the phone shut.
"Phwoar!" roared Mayu. "Oshima Yuko! Majisuka Gakuen! Best film and Best actress ever!"
Haruna winced at Mayu's excitement, but she couldn't resist an inner glow of satisfaction that came from this boastful cyborg girl. Game, set and match!
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After 1 year I FINALLY POSTED A NEW CHAPTER! :peace:
How are you guys?