by Brian Randall
Disclaimer: That would be telling… bottom of the fic.
The fans watched her raptly, waving their hands and cheering her on.
They chanted her name, shouting her adulation wildly, throwing streamers and calling for more.
The music began to play, and she took a step forward, smiling brightly as a trio of spotlights snapped on all at once, focused on her. She raised and hand slowly, grabbing the microphone before her and drawing in her breath.
Snapped out of her daydream, she smiled apologetically at the young man before her. "Sorry, sorry; what was that, Ichiro-san?"
The young man before her frowned worriedly, then shook his head. "Momo-san…"
She lowered her head and rubbed at her temples worriedly. The life of an O.L. was a sorry thing, more often than not, and after her career as an idol singer came to an end…
She shook her head, banishing the thought. "You have a question for me, Ichiro-san?"
"Er… yes. Momo-san, Oji-san, the department head, would like a word with you."
"Thank you, Ichiro-san. I'll go speak with him in a moment."
He waked away slowly, muttering under his breath quietly, but not quite quietly enough. "Silly has-been… head in the clouds, eyes on the past."
Swallowing to collect herself, she turned away, rubbing at the tears she felt forming. An O.L., single, her idol singing career the only bright point in her life… and that was gone, now.
Oji rustled a few papers on his desk, looking up as Momo entered his office, and offered a weak smile. "Oji-san? You asked for me?"
He nodded, smiling brightly, and produced a sheaf of papers. "I was just going through some old papers," he explained, gesturing her towards a seat. "I found something for you that we had missed… Could you fill these out for me?"
She filled out the paperwork silently, and then trudged towards the hallway dejectedly, pausing once she was out of Oji's sight to sigh miserably. "Kentaro… stupid Kentaro…" Her boyfriend of three years had accidentally thrown away one of her most prized possessions, one of the few relics from her idol singing career that she had left, and…
Sighing, again, she stopped, suddenly feeling someone's eyes on her. She turned slowly, nervous, and blinked, seeing the new hire watching her intently. "Um," she began nervously, "can I help you… Masamichi-san?"
The young man nodded, a pleasant smile on his face that could probably melt through young-women's hearts with ease… Momo felt another momentary surge of disappointment. No way she could hope to capture his attention, since she was already an ancient twenty-six years old…
His voice was low and soothing, though he glanced around to make sure that no one was looking when he addressed her. "Momo-san… I'd like to take you to heaven…"
Okay, that's far enough. Now, for those of you who guessed, it excellent job, and for those of you who don't, it's a fusion between Fairy Princess Minky Momo, and Black Heaven (AKA Hard Rock Save the Space).
Disclaimer: Fairy Princess Minky Momo is the property of Ashi Productions, and Black Heaven (AKA Hard Rock Save the Space), belongs to Pioneer LDC.
… I might actually continue this one, if it weren't for the horribly obscurity factor.
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