Volume One::2

Volume 1, Chapter 2
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Hana emerged from the dressing room, amazed. She had cut her hair so it hung to her shoulders, tied back into an edgy ponytail. And her hair was violet instead of blonde. She put in contacts, ditching the 'specks, and wore more body-hugging clothes. She had to admit, this was the image of a singer. She ran her hands down her abdomen, still shocked. "Lordy Lordy." someone said behind her. She turned, startled. A blonde man was looking her over. "You must be Tsuki. I'm Ichihara Kazurou. You can call me Kazu-kun. ♥" he said, winking. "A-ah, okay." she said, bowing. "You don't have to be so formal." he said, pulling her up. "I'm also in your section, and I'm supposed to greet you. Mission accomplished. Let me explain a few things, though. First off, our section is named Gakusetsu. There are four rooms in the Gakusetsu section. Each is like a level. At the lowest, there's newbies, like you. At the highest, there are geniuses such as Hosana-san. I'm somewhere in the middle. Second level, to be exact." he said, shrugging. "To help you level up as quickly as possible, you're assigned a partner. The first level gets the last level, the second gets the forth level. Basically, you get to work with a singer/actor who's already made it big. You'll improve as much as possible. Nice, huh? Cool little system we got going. You level up by getting more and more popular. If you mentioned the name 'Tsuki' in front of someone, obviously no one would know who that was. Mention the name 'Natsumi Hosana' in front of someone and they'd know the person, right?" he said brightly. Hana nodded, frowning. "So when your popularity increases, your level does! Pretty nice." Kazurou said, holding his index finger up. "W-Wow. . ." Hana said. "By the way. . .what's your real name?" he asked. "Masumoto Hana. . .?" she murmured, frowning. "When you introduce yourself, you'll say your real name, and then your stage name. In this case, you'll say,'Masumoto Hana, stage name: Tsuki'." he explained. "Okay." Hana said, nodding. "Everyone will call you Tsuki, unless they're too polite and stuff." he said. Hana, who will now be referred to as Tsuki, nodded. "Tsuki?" a female asked behind them. Tsuki turned, looking around. Hikaru was approaching them, staring her in the eye. There was a girl holding his hand, barely reaching his waist. "You're Tsuki?" she asked, staring lifelessly ahead. She didn't even make eye-contact. Just stared ahead. "Y-yea." Tsuki managed, staring down at the little girl. Tsuki glanced up to see Hikaru checking her out, scratching his chin. "Hmm. An improvement, I must admit." he said, smiling smugly. "Takumi. . ." Tsuki hissed, glaring at him. "My name is Sugisaka Yukina. Stage name: Dol. With one 'l'." the girl said dully. "M-Masumoto Hana, stage name: Tsuki. D-O-L?" Tsuki asked. "Yes, that's right. This is Takumi Hika—" she started, before Hikaru waved her off. "I can introduce myself, Dol. My name is Takumi Hikaru, stage name: Sidus." he said seductively, giving a small bow. "You already know Takumi-kun?" Kazurou whispered, blinking. "To our displeasure, yes, we're acquainted." Hikaru said, frowning. "Displeasure?" Kazurou wondered, but then Dol spoke up. "Tsuki." was all she said. "A-ah, yes?" Tsuki stuttered, unnerved by such a dull voice. "Are you offended?" Dol asked, staring ahead. "Offended? Why would I be? SHOULD I be?!" Tsuki demanded. "I'm not looking into your eyes." Dol said in her monotone. "E-eh, I'm sure you have your reasons." Tsuki said, shivering. "If I look into someone's eyes, they always end up avoiding me. I wonder why." Dol murmured. "Except for Karu-chan." she added. She raised her gaze to Hikaru, and he tilted his head towards her. "Karu-chan." she murmured. "Mmm?" he mumbled, scratching his neck. "I love you." Dol droned. Hikaru grinned. Tsuki had to admit, it was cute. "Dol-chan is just like a doll, with your big, brown eyes and curly blonde hair." she cooed, looking Dol over. "Arigato gozaimasu.*" Dol said, bowing. (*-Very polite way to say thank you.) "My, my, don't be so polite, Dol-chan!" Tsuki mooned, waving her off, her face red. "A-arigato." Dol managed. "Kawaii. . ." Tsuki said, ruffling her hair. There was a beeping noise then, and Hikaru checked his watch. "Nngh. Well well. I've got a schedule to keep. Play with Tsuki and. . ." Hikaru paused, frowning. "Kazurou," Kazurou filled in. "Yea. Him. Kazu-kun. Bye bye." he said, walking away. "What a jerk." Tsuki muttered. "Karu-chan's just kinda lonely." Dol said, her voice airy. Kazurou frowned. "Oh well. Dol, you're in the singer/actress section too, aren't you?" he asked. "Yes, that's right." Dol confirmed, nodding. "Good. Let's show Tsuki around."

"Ah, by the way, did I tell you about odd jobs?" Kazurou asked. He was showing Tsuki their section. "No." Tsuki said, shaking her head. Dol, holding Tsuki's hand, said softly,"If you do odd jobs for other sections or other celebrities, KWI will advertise you more." Kazurou nodded. "Yea. Based on how well you do on an odd job, the more points you will get. The more important the job, the more points it's worth. So, if you're picking up a bento* for someone, you'll get five points or something max." he said. (*-Lunch box.) "If you do something like help the actor or actress rehearse, you can get up to a hundred points." Dol put in. "Each hundred points is thirty seconds of advertisement." Kazurou explained. "If you're lucky, one of the already famous actors or actresses will take a liking to you and talk about you at interviews or concerts or just plain to the media." Dol said quietly. "So you must befriend the famous people here and do odd jobs. The more points or relationships you get, the more popular you get." she finished. Tsuki frowned. "I'll do my best." she said. "I'll talk about you, neesan." Dol said. "You're the sweetest." Tsuki murmured, hugging Dol. "But you'll have to at least be on the third level. If I talk about you too soon, you'll have little experience, and it'll ruin you. It'll also make ME look bad, and they'll know I was just helping you out." she informed Tsuki. Tsuki nodded, understanding. "Okay, newbies, line up!" someone declared. About five people lined up, shoulder to shoulder. "If you were chosen, you have potential. However, you don't know how to USE it." the girl said, hands on hips. "I'm Nagashima Tama. I'm here to enforce things, give you your schedule, and lots of other crud. No, I don't care if you overslept. No, I don't care if you are new. You play by my rules. I've trained greats like Takumi Hikaru, Hosana Natsumi, Fugisaka Shinsuke, et cetera." Tama paced the room, examining the newbies. "I'm disappointed. You look plain to me." she said, sighing. All of them (including Tsuki) stiffened. They just went through makeover Hell to be told they were plain. "Anyways. . ." she said, taking a jar off of the counter and holding it out. "Take a slip of paper. Come on, come on, don't be shy." Tama said, shaking the jar. Tsuki retrieved hers, then stood back. She opened it, curious. A number was on it, number Ten to be exact. "We let people choose who they wanted to work with in the past, but there's always two people who want the same person. So you'll be working with someone at random. Meet your trainers. Hosana Natsumi-san!" Applause rung out, followed by cheers. Hosana-san stepped forward, bowing and blushing. She took a slip of paper from the jar. "My name is Hosana Natsumi. Stage name: Nikkou." she said, bowing. "Takumi Hikaru-san!" Tama said, and Hikaru came forward. Girls screamed, guys cheered. Wow, he was really popular. . .Hikaru gave a small smile and waved. He took a paper. "I pray for mercy on whoever-gets-him's soul." Tsuki muttered to herself. "Takumi Hikaru. Stage name: Sidus." he introduced himself, bowing. He stood back by Hosana-san. "Sugisaka Yukina-san!" Tama announced, smiling. Dol stepped forward, staring past the line of people. "Sugisaka Yukina-san. Stage name: Dol." she said softly. Some shivered, but others cheered and clapped. "She's usually in scary movies." a male next to Tsuki whispered. She took her slip an stood by Hikaru. Two more remained not introduced. "Fugisaka Shinsuke!!" Tama called. Shinsuke stepped up. On television or at concerts, he was emo, void of emotion. His songs were harshly true, and his movies were always tragic. But Shinsuke was smiling. "Hey, Fugisaka Shinsuke here! Stage name: Raven!" he said, winking. Tsuki's jaw dropped. So it was an act. Awesome. He pulled a number out, embarrassed at the loud cheers and applause. "And last but not least, we have Hirasawa Ritsu!" Tama finished, clapping along. The last girl stepped forward, smiling. Tsuki almost gushed. She not only knew all of the people introduced, but she loved them too. Except for Hikaru. "Yup yup. I'm Hirasawa Ritsu! Stage name: Ro-zu." she quipped, pulling a number out. "Okay, okay, shush. Now that you know who you can get, it's time to find out who you DID get. Look at your numbers." Tama said.

"Number 20's, raise your hand!" she said when everyone peered down at their numbers. Raven and some girl raised their hands. Raven grinned, and the girl squealed. She ran over to him and glomped him. He was cracking up, shaking her hand and introducing himself. "Okay, numbers. . .30!" Tama said. Nikkou and a male raised their hands. The male high-fived the person next to him and walked over to Nikkou. Now Tsuki was nervous. Only Dol, Hikaru (she refused to call him his stage name), and Ro-zu remained. "Numbers. . .40!" Tama said. Ro-zu held her paper up, and a girl ran over to her, squealing. "Numbers 50." Tama called. Dol raised her hand slowly. The guy shivered and wandered over to her. Tsuki stared at the only person left. "No. . ." she whispered. "Yes." Hikaru mouthed, grinning sadistically. "Tsu-ki-chan~," he called. He trotted over to her. Tsuki glared up at him. He held his hand out, and she peered down into it. His number was ten, just as Tsuki's. "So numbers 10 already got it, huh?" Tama said, pursing her lips. "Okay, get to know each other." she said, walking into another room. Tsuki stared at the number in his hand, biting her lip. He moved closer, smiling. His metallic eyes shone. "I'm going to enjoy~ this." he whispered, making Tsuki blush. "Karu-chan, if you bother Tsuki-neechan too much, you'll make me cross." Dol murmured. Hikaru frowned, but pushed his face closer to Tsuki's. Pleased by her reaction (her face went red and she gritted her teeth), he stood up straight. "Well, it's apparent you don't want to spend time with me. . ." he said, making Tsuki hopeful he'd just leave. "So I'll spend all day with you." he said, grinning. He whipped his cell out. When someone answered, he said simply,"Cancel anything I have planned for today." He hung up. "Let's go~. From here on out, I'm training YOU." Hikaru quipped. He swung his foot against Tsuki's leg, making her fall over. He caught her before she hit the ground and tossed her over his shoulder. Everyone was now watching, laughing or blushing. "Shoot. Me." Tsuki stuttered, red. "Bye bye~," Hikaru said, waving to everyone and closing the door. "PUT ME DOWN!! THIS IS HARASSMENT!!" Tsuki shrieked. "Exactly. So no, I will continue carrying you. But jus' so you know, you weigh a ton." he said. Tsuki got even redder. "L-Let me down!!" she managed. "Why~?" he wondered, bouncing her. "DON'T DROP ME—" she started, before someone almost ran into Hikaru. So Tsuki wasn't alone in the world of running into people. Hikaru stiffened, and stepped to the side. "I'm sorry, please forgive me." he said hoarsely, bowing slightly. Tsuki gaped, craning to see who it was. She didn't see, however, but the girl cooed,"Don't worry, Karu-chan! Eheheheh." She was gone before Tsuki saw her. "That woman is scary. . ." he muttered. "What?! YOU'RE scared of a girl?!" Tsuki said, laughing. He dropped his arm from her waist and she almost fell. He caught her. "Say sorry~ or I'll drop you again~," he crooned. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she hissed. "So, you're scared of falling?" he asked. "No, I'm scared of h—" she started, before she clamped her hand over her mouth. "Heights, huh? Okay, I'll remember that." he said. Tsuki gritted her teeth. "I'M NOT SCARED!!"

Tsuki collapsed on her bed that night, exhausted. "He's surprisingly childlike for a man." she muttered. And he NEVER ran out of energy. Halfway through the day, he was dragging her around by hand. Literally. Dragging. Her. She sighed. Although he found a way to ACT mean when he was doing something nice. The explanation for that sentence is this: He was giving her a tour of KWI, but he was trying to make it seem like he was only teasing her. "That's kinda cute." she found herself saying, then burst laughing. "I guess he isn't so bad." She sat up, stretching. He even walked her home. He lived farther away than she did, but he accompanied her home, claiming that if he was going to stalk her, he might as well know where she lives. But she heard him whispering to Dol that "it wasn't safe for a girl to walk home alone at night, so you better not grow up and walk home by yourself like that idiot Tsuki". Once they reached her house, he waved and turned the other way. "I have a feeling, however, that tomorrow will be rough. . ." she muttered. She jumped up and walked out of her room. She went into another room at the far back, then kneeled in front of a small shrine. She clapped twice. "Sorry it took so long to tell you, father! I got into KWI~!" she said. "Stupid Io— no, Miyoshi. Miyoshi deceived me! She told me our audition was canceled, then she went by herself! God, it makes me angry just thinking about it! Luckily, she didn't make it and I did! So ha, Miyoshi. Oh, by the way, everyone's calling me Tsuki now. It's my stage name. And, about college. . .I'll find a way to balance my new career AND school, okay? Don't worry." she said, laughing. "I hope you're proud of me, daddy. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Good night." she said, bowing. She closed the shrine up, covering the picture of her smiling father. Tsuki stretched, yawning. "A bath and then bed. . .I gotta big day ahead of me, I'm sure. . ."
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Volume One::1

Chapter 1
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"Hana! Hana-chan!!" Miyoshi Io's voice came. Masumoto Hana turned away from the counter. Both worked at a small convenience store, part-time. "You know how we got that audition with KWI today?!" Io said in a hurry. "Uh-huh, of course I do." Hana said, giggling. "Like I'd forget." she laughed. "Don't laugh. This is bad. They canceled our audition. They're booked until. . .well, we have to wait three months until we can get to audition again!!" Io wailed. Hana's heart sank. "What?! No way!!" she said, shocked. "Yes, way!" Io said, looking angry. She looked at her wrist watch, then sighed. "I gotta go." she said, disappointed. "Alright. I'll see you. . ." Hana said, equally flat. Both stared sadly at each other, then Io exited the establishment and walked down the street. Hana frowned, wiping the counter down. It was gonna be hard to wait three months. She jumped over the counter, taking her apron off. "Boss-san! I'm taking the rest of the day off!" she called. In such awful news, sweets were needed. They were required. Preferably something chocolate. "Alright! Work more tomorrow!" her boss called back. She laughed, and opened the door. As she exited, she ran smack into somebody. "Ow, ow. Sorry." she said, walking past him. He waved and walked inside. I wonder who that was. . .He looked familiar. She frowned and kept running, desperate to get her mind off of this gigantic disappointment.

Hana flicked the television off, frowning. Nope, still depressed. Her phone rang then, and she picked it up. "Moshi moshi, Masumoto-kun." she said. "Masumoto-san?! Where are you?! You're an hour late for your audition!!" someone snapped. "Who's this?" Hana asked, frowning. "Hosana Natsumi-san of KWI. I'm sure you've heard of me." the female voice said. "H-Hosana Natsumi?!" Hana cried, shocked. Hosana Natsumi was one of the most popular artists on the charts. She was currently number four on the charts. "W-Why are you calling me?!" Hana asked. "You're late! We've been waiting for you! You're partner, Miyoshi Io, showed up and said she couldn't contact you." Hosana-san said. Hana's head was spinning. "N-no, she said our audition was canceled and she hasn't tried calling me. . ." she mumbled. "Well, I don't know what's going on, but get your butt over here!!" Hosana-san snapped. "H-Hai!" Hana said, hanging up. She picked her bag up and sprinted out her apartment door, running into someone for the second time that day. "O-Owwww, I'm very sorry!" she cried. "Haven't I seen you before?" she heard the male she bumped into ask, but she was already out the door. Tears were in her eyes. Had Io lied? No. No, Io would never do that. She ran even faster. She lived so close to the agency, but it seemed so far today. Panting already, head spinning, Hana let the anger flow out.

Bursting through the doors of KWI, Hana sprinted to the counter. "M-M-Masumoto Hana. . ." she managed, breathing hard. "E-Er, last room on the right." the man behind the counter said. "Thanks." she said, running into the directed room. Two people sat behind a table, the one in the middle the famous Hosana Natsumi. "S-s-sorry I was late!" Hana said, bowing. "Please allow me to sing for you!" she begged. "We wouldn't have called you if we didn't believe you had something special." Hosana-san said, smiling. Hana looked up, touched. "D-Did my partner, Miyoshi Io, make it?" she asked solemnly. "Nope." said a man to the left of Hosana-san. Hana didn't recognize him. "I see." Hana said, snickering. "Kukukukukukuku. . ." she laughed, her eyebrow twitching. "I was set up. . ." she hissed quietly. "U-um. . ." Hosana-san said, weirded out. "You can start now." said the judge to the left. The chair to the right was empty. "Hell. . .What do I sing?" Hana thought, suddenly surprised. "A-Ah, I'll sing Shinkai no Kodoku. . ." she said quietly. "Okay. Start." Hosana-san said. "Kanashimi wo oshiete. . ." Hana sang quietly. "Louder." the man to the left said. "Hitomi wo tojite itara kanashimi mo mienai to. . .Nukomori shirazu ni ireba kizutsuku koto mo nai to. . ." Hana sang louder, closing her eyes. The feeling she had always had— of happiness —when she sang flooded over her, and she lost herself in her voice. "Omoidasenai, yasashii koe wo! Tomarau mune no unabara. . .Kieusete kako kara, dareka ga yondeiru no." she intoned, before Hosana-san held her hand up. She looked surprised. The man to the left had dropped his pen. "O-Oh, wow. That was great." he said. "I agree. That's amazing. I'm saying yes." Hosana-san said. "Yes for me too." he agreed, nodding. "Ah, by the way, I'm Tsutomo Zenkichi. I'm the founder of KWI." he said, offering his hand. FOUNDER?! Hana shook his hand, stunned. He smiled, obviously pleased by this reaction. "You'll have to excuse our third judge. He left earlier when you didn't show." Tsutomo-san said, rolling his eyes. "It's alright. . ." Hana said, feeling guilty. Until she remembered she shouldn't be feeling guilty, because it was all Miyoshi's doing. Huh. Anger poured through her, and she gripped Tsutomo-san's hand. "A-Ah, ow." he said. "Oh, sorry." Hana said, releasing his hand. He laughed nervously, then cleared his throat. "So, come with me. We'll get your paperwork done." he said. "Y-You mean I'm in?!" Hana snapped, shocked. "Yes. You're 'in', as you say." Hosana-san said, standing by the short Tsutomo-san. "Can I go to the bathroom?" Hana asked calmly. "Er, yea, why?" Tsutomo-san asked. "I need an excuse so I can run around cheering and screaming 'I got into KWI' while you think I'm in the restroom." Hana said. Tsutomo-san cracked up. "I like it, I like it! Go ahead!" he said, ushering her out the door.

"I'M IN!! YA HEAR THAT, MIYOSHI IO?! I. AM. NOW. IN. KWI!!!" Hana cheered, punching the air. Several bystanders cheered with her, laughing, and others walked off, trying not to make eye-contact. For a change, she ALMOST ran into someone, but stopped inches from his chest. "Eheheh. Sorry." she said, rubbing her neck. His hand grabbed her face and turned her this way and that. "I knew it." he said darkly. She looked up, startled and confused, into cold, silver eyes. "You've been bumping into me all day." he said. Takumi Hikaru stood before her, her face in his rough hands, staring down at her. "At the convenience store, the apartments, and now." he added. "T-T-T-T-T. . ." Hana managed, staring up at him. "Takumi Hikaru? Yes, that's right." Hikaru guessed, shrugging. "TAKUMI HIKARU." she blurted. "Yes. . ." he repeated, backing away. "I thought convenience store workers were supposed to be convenient themselves. You're already loud and obnoxious." he said sharply. Hana's eyebrow twitched. Maybe she heard wrong. "Quiet down. You're making a scene." Hikaru said dully, hands on hips. "I shoulda known a big actor like you would have been a stuck-up—" she started, before Hosana-san put her hand over Hana's mouth. "Takumi-kun, I'm sorry. Forgive her. She's new." she said. Hana glanced at her, surprised. Hikaru frowned. "Whatever." he said, walking away. Hosana-san released Hana and hissed,"What are you doing?! You can't go harassing TAKUMI HIKARU!! It'll be bad for your image, bad for his image, and bad for the company's image. Not to mention he is one crazy sadist. Mess with him and he brings the fire." She shuddered, as if she had personal experience. Hana frowned. "He doesn't seem to care whether I like him or not." she said angrily. Hosana-san laughed. "He doesn't care if ANYONE likes him. In fact, the whole company started out hating him because of his cold nature. But then this girl started talking to him, and she wouldn't leave him alone. Other people saw this interaction and saw how nice he really was and started talking to him as well. Now everyone loves him." she said. "Wow. Really?" Hana asked. "Yea. It was awhile ago, though. He was, like, fifteen." Hosana-san said, rolling her eyes. "The girl ended up thinking he was a joke because of his age and left KWI because she thought we were stupid for taking on such a young kid. I bet she ate her words." she finished, laughing. Hana smiled, then said,"So, about that paperwork. . ."

"Okay, Hana-kun, you're almost done." Tsutomo-san said, pointing at what she was filling out. "Now you need a stage name. What do you want it to be?" he asked. She was about to say 'Hana', but then reconsidered. No, Hana had been easily fooled and put too much trust into people. And now she was no longer that person. ". . .Tsuki." she said after a moment. He wrote it down for her, then signed his own name at the bottom of the contract. "Alrighty then, Tsuki-kun. You're finished." he said, smiling. "Arigato gozaimasu." Hana said, bowing. He laughed, waving her off. "You're good. I'm sure you'll be a great actress/singer." Tsutomo-san said. Hana laughed, red, rubbing the back of her neck. Then, she blinked. "E-Er, excuse me? Did you say ACTRESS?" she asked, panicking. "Yes, why? Did you not hear me?" he asked, confused. "N-No, I signed on as just a 'singer' right?!" she snapped. He winced, startled. "No, you signed on as a singer/actress." Tsutomo-san said, frowning. "B-B-But. . ." she started frantically. "Look, it's on your contract." he said, holding the document up. Indeed, it read 'singer/actress'. Hana gaped, shocked. "Sorry, Tsuki-san. It's final. Natsumi, come in here." he called. Hosana-san entered obediently. "Take Tsuki-kun to go get her hair and wardrobe done." he said, putting his glasses back on and starting to work again. "Hai." Hosana-san said, grabbing Hana's hand and leading her away. "Tsuki, eh?" she asked. "Y-yea. I like Hana and all, but Tsuki sounds more. . .Eh, how to explain. . ." Hana said, frowning. "Yea, I get it. Anyways, look over there. That section is your section. Singer/actress. You'll sing and act, mostly in musicals, comedies, and action movies." Hosana-san said, pointing at a door. Hana examined it as they passed. "Anyways, welcome to KWI." Hosana-san said, pushing her gently through a dressing room. "Here's where you'll get changed. Tell the guy what you want and I'll see you later. Bye bye!" she said, waving. Hana waved back weakly, then turned to the male. "Eheheh. . .Okay, let's get started."

"Karu-chan." the girl said. Hikaru looked up from his food, blinking. "What?" he asked, swallowing. "Did you hear? Some girl named Tsuki just joined, and she's in our section." the girl murmured. "Tsu. . .ki? Sounds familiar." he answered, frowning. She sat down by him, staring lifelessly into space. "What? Are you disappointed? You gotta be kidding me." Hikaru muttered. "I want to see her." she said. "Why?" Hikaru asked impatiently. "They said she was running around earlier when she realized KWI took her in. She was screaming 'I'm in, I'm in, take that, Miyoshi Io'." the girl murmured. Hikaru dropped his chopsticks. "What's wrong?" the girl asked, not flinching or looking away from what she was staring at. "Masumoto Hana. . ." he hissed. "Is that her real name?" the girl asked. "I bet. Let's go." he said. He stood up and threw his jacket over his shoulder. "Karu-chan." the girl said, standing up by him. "What is it?" he asked. "Do you know her? Is she your girlfriend?" she wondered. "No, not even." Hikaru said, shaking his head. "She just happened to run into me twice, and almost run into me a third time." he said, rolling his eyes. "What a klutz." he said, sighing. She stared up at him. "Stop staring at me. You're creeping me out." he muttered. Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare. "OKAY! Okay, let's go!" he snapped, taking her hand and pulling her along. "Karu-chan?" she asked one last time. "What now?" he mumbled. "Nothing. Never mind." she said, shaking her head. "You're a weird one, Dol*." he sighed. (*-Yes, spelled with one 'l' but pronounced Doll. Latin.) "Weird good or weird bad?" she asked. "Good. Very good." he said, ruffling her hair. She came to his waist. "Okay." she said, nodding. "Let's go meet Tsuki."
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~Intro~

As always, here we are. I'm enjoying myself. xD Anyways, this isn't a newer story, I just haven't put it on yet. Now I am. Hana X Tsuki is a happy-go-lucky story, so this won't be too depressing. It'll have maybe a sad-ish past here and there, but not too big. Just something that would make you go, "Poor guy. Okay, on with the story." By the way, that picture  is Dol and Hiro.  So let's do the whole rating thing and all.

Rating

12+. Some-kissing-and-stuff is basically it. A bit of violence and crude humour. This is more of a romantic comedy novel, just for the heck of it. 

Plot

Masumoto Hana has a big dream— to be a singer signed on with the famous agency KWI. She wants to make it big, and her friends are rooting for her. Until her very best friend, Miyoshi Io, gets jealous of Hana. Miyoshi also has dreams of getting into KWI as a singer. To make sure that Hana doesn't make it in, Miyoshi tells Hana that their audition was canceled, then goes by herself. Unfortunately (for Miyoshi anyway), she doesn't make it into KWI. However, she DOES make it into KWI's rival agency, APL. Hana learns of Miyoshi's deception and bursts into KWI, begging for a chance. Almost instantly, she runs into Takumi Hikaru and he almost instantly HATES her guts. With Takumi Hikaru possibly hating her, can she enter KWI and possibly rise above everyone and surpass Miyoshi as a singer? 

Oh! Announcement! Their names are obviously Japanese, and so is the way you read them. In Japan, a person's last name is said first. For example, Takumi Hikaru is the Japanese way, but if I were to say his name in English, it would be Hikaru Takumi. So the names are kinda reversed. I'll be adding this announcement to each of my blogs.