Nadji yawned, the smell of paint filled her nose and she opened her eyes lazily. The morning sun was shinning merciless through the windows and a blinding ray of sunlight fell on her pale features. She groaned and to her side, her body felt like she had been beaten up with a bat.

She spend some time trying to fall back into sleep, but in the end she had to admit to herself it was beyond impossible. As it was she could hardly comprehend how she had been able to sleep on the hard wooden floor to start of with.

She ran her hand distractedly through her hair, hardly noticing it before the fingers met something wet. Nadji chocked down a yawn and stretched out her hand in front of her, while she studied her now blue fingers with an indifferent look.

Suddenly a loud bang of the door broke the silence, and Nadji groaned tired, you would expect her personal headache/best friend to have the timing right.

The peaceful air in the atelier now broken by a sound of a young male voice, in the middle of a song that was way too cheerful to be song in the morning (at least for Nadjis opinion)

The song became louder as the guy stepped into the atelier, though it stopped only seconds after, followed by two soft thuds as he dropped his shopping bags onto the floor.

“NADJI!!... What are you doing on the floor!!”   

 He looked horrified at the creature huddled in a blanket in front of him.

Nadji mumbled something incomprehensible, the only words sounding somewhere human was “I’m sorry”

She stayed motionless on the floor while her blue eyes were staring indifferently at her friend.

Kamenashi held back a sigh, he should have known this would happen, it’s not like it was the first time his spacy friend got so absorbed in a painting she forgot to go home.

After his first surprise had gone, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of the girl sitting there with a completely dopey look on her face, and with strands of blue in her messy golden mane, really it had always been a complete puzzle to him how she could be so adorable while being such a slump.

He bend down in front of her, and Nadji looked at him obviously still only half awake.

Kazuya reached out and gently rubbed some paint of her nose, not that it improved upon it. But Nadji just smiled sheepishly and stretched her arms out towards him.

“mmmh… Kazu-kun” her eyes were closed again, and she was leaning dangerously forward into nothing.

Kazuya wasn’t slow to take the last little step forward and catch the sleeping girl into his arms. She was very light compared to her frame, which Kazuya had long since discovered after his first time discovering her on the floor.

It seemed to have almost become a tradition, whenever she had some big commission, she would always disappear for days, and then suddenly he will find her some mourning close to the deadly curled up on the floor in their atelier, with another masterpiece finished and ready to be shipped off to its new owner.

He gently carried her into the spare room, where he had knowingly prepared a bed, predicting the scenario which had just happened.

He put the sleeping girl carefully under the covers, her long golden locks where flowing over the covers of the pillow, and her rosy lips were moving frantically producing some weird mumbling nonsense while she hugged her pillow tight onto her chest.

Kazuya gently placed a loose stray of hair behind her ear, “you are the oddest person I know” he smiled a last time at the Nadji, before he shut the door to let her sleep.

Chapter 1.

“I’m coming with you”

Kazuya was lost for words, he looked chocked at Nadji, did she have any idea what she was saying?

The girl in front of him was staring at him as indifferently as ever, as if she coming along was a natural fact, and to be expected. She had a mitchmatched  suitcase in one hand, and in the other a flight ticket, apparently of the same kind as Kazuyas.

“Nadji!.. A.. Are you aware what you are saying?” he looked astonished at her “You would be leaving everything, and beside… what would you be doing in japan?”

Kamenashi looked at her nervously, clinging onto the slight hope that he might be able to convince her of the stupidity of her moving to Japan on a spontaneous whim. He even went as far as to use his notorious puppy eyes, well knowing that they would have no effect on a person who was practically indifferent to everything in the world, painting and apparently sometimes himself being the only exceptions.

Nadji looked at him, in her head reminding herself not to look at those huge chocolate brown puppy eyes pleading her not to do anything stupid. Her mind was set on Japan, and if Kazu-kun was stupid enough to think he could change her decision, he didn’t know her half as well as she would have expected him to.

Kamenashi finally had to give in, he shook his head in defeat and after giving her a last pleading look, which was completely repelled by her amour of apparent denseness, and spend the entire flight next to her pouting in a childish manner. Which didn’t really get him any reaction instead it just provided him with a very quiet half sleeping while listening to music seatmate.

They landed in Narrita airport 2 am Japan time. It was slightly chilly, and Kazuya pulled his jacket tighter. He inhaled deeply, the cold air was felt slightly painful, but all the same he couldn’t hide the wide grin that was spreading across his face. He was finally back, after 2 years of living abroad as an art student, he could finally feel the ground of his beloved motherland under his feet, and feel his lungs filling with the fresh wind of Japan.

Nadji had her eyes turned towards the sky, her else always so indifferent look suddenly filled with something more, a tinge of dejection.

Kazuya brooded a bit about it, wondering if perhaps she was regretting her decision to come here.  He looked at her anxiously the worry evident in his eyes, in the year he had known her he had never once seen her looking down, this look was the closest to a negative feeling he had ever seen.

“what’s the matter?”

Nadji keep her gaze fixed upon the sky. He was just about to repeat his question when her emotionless voice interrupted him “I can’t see the starts”.

Kazuya marvelled at her words and turned his gaze upwards, he had never before thought it odd not to be able to see the starts. He had never even taken the opportunity to watch them when he had the chance.  

He ruffled his hair, thinking about how to deal with the alien in front of him. “I’m sure there is somewhere you can see them” he tried encouraging, Nadji finally tore her eyes from the empty sky “I see”.

Kazuya hid his smile as he turned to walk ahead towards the taxis, for others the hope in Nadjis voice might have gone on noticed, but for Kazuya the change in her voice was as clear as the day.

Since there Nadji had gone to Japan in a spur of the moment feeling she obviously had nowhere to go, and ended up being roommates (yet again) with Kazuya. Not that either of them minded, Kazuya felt very protective about Nadji, almost like a little sister, or well, maybe more like a dog.

   //part2 

Yamaa Tomohisa, the Jpop idol had just  finished yet another performens on “Shounen Club” and was now on his way to his last activity for today. He fell exhaustedly into the backseat of the car as the door closed behind him.  “water” he croaked, his throat was dry from all the singing, and he had yet to have had a break. His manager frantically shoved a bottle into his hand, Yamaa drank greedily and let out a deep sigh. He loved his job, more than anything and he couldn’t imagine anything that made him more happy than when he was on stage dancing and singing with all his might. But sometimes he wish he could have just a moment without people around him, and without having to put on the “idol mask”.

“you are doing well Yamaa-san, there are only one more activity for today, and then it’s back to the jimusho”

His manager sent him a nervous smile. He was never able to tell what his idol was thinking, and to be quite frank, sometimes the atmosphere the boy was emitting could be very unsettling. He swallowed Nervously when Yamaa didn’t answer.

“I’m really lucky to have been assigned to you, there are hardly ever any scandals to sort out. You must be very good at hiding your personal life, and then you are so hard working. As your manager I can only say I feel really proud.”

He threw an uncomfortable look at Yamaa when the silence yet again settled over the car.

Yamaa couldn’t help but notice the dejected look of his manager, and despite his lack of energy, he decided to humor his manager. He may often be called dense, but he was not completely unaware of the troubles his manager was going through.

“not really”

his voice was neither annoyed nor happy,  but just those two words made the managers face light up in a bright smile.

They reached their destination in the same second, and Yamaa was wearing his best smile as he exited the car. He greeted the staff of the photo shoot cheerfully, and everything went smoothly. Nothing out of the ordinary, and when he finally sat in the car again, he couldn’t help but smile at himself, another work well done.

It was well passed 11 pm when Yamaa had finally managed to shake of the last reporters and finally was able to pull in to his apartment complex. His long bangs were tingling in his eyes, and he brushed them away with a tired movement. That was when he spotted the car in the backmirror, he signed deeply and felt like a huge burden had just been dropped down upon his shoulders.  With a last longing glance at the empty apartmentcomplex, he the motor yet again and drove out of the parking lot.

He must have been driving around for an eternity, caus he was now passing the same park for the fourth time. He looked at the trees swaying in the mild night breeze, and had a sudden impulse to be a part of it.

He carefully searched the road for his followers, but it seemed they had given up. He turned of the engine and stepped out from the vehicle. The breeze felt cool against his skin, and he walked slowly up the road leading into the park.

It was so quiet, yamaa could feel the peace filling him, something he had not felt in a very long time. He was enjoying the quiet atmosphere around him, how long had it been since he had last been in a park outside of work?

He took of his shoes and the sensation of the grass under his bare feet send shivers up his spine. He walked like that with his shoes in his hand and a peaceful expression on his face. For how long he had walked, he had no idea.

At some point he had left the path and just wandered around the great grassland, as he was climbing a smallish hill, he was wondering why he had not done this before. He laid down on the top of the hill, his eyes closed, slowly inhaling the long since forgotten smell of nature. He opened his eyelids slowly, only to be overwhelmed by the sea of stars above him.

 Suddenly he could feel something moving next to him, he jerked up per reflex, his eyes widening at the sight of the huddled creature lying right beside him in the crass.

How is it possible I didn’t notice this before? Yamaa stared confused at the bulk of cloth. He carefully moved closer, his curiosity winning over his original chock at seeing the creature.

He sat down carefully next to the object of his curiosity and slowly lifted the corner of the fabric he had now concluded was a very messy looking blanket.

His astonishment at the sight of the young girl under the covers could not even be covered by the perfect mask he else took pride in. His eyebrows literally flew up and he stared unbelievable at his discovery.

The girl coughed loudly, sounding very unnerving.

Yamaa desperately searched for someone to help, but needless to say there were none other than the two in the park.

He looked doubtfully at the girl, if he took her with him he would without a doubt cause a scandal, but as it was he could think of no other solution.

He tried to wake her by gently tapping her shoulder

“oi.. you’re gonna get sick if you sleep here ne”

He felt the heat rush into his cheeks when she didn’t respond the least. Why did he have to do this.

He held a hand on her forehead, but quickly retrieved it. She was burning up.

He sighed, “I can’t very well leave you here can I?..”

As expected the girl didn’t as much as move a muscle at the question.

Yamaa looked dejectedly at the bulk in front of him “I guess that means I don’t have any choice”

He cursed himself for not being heartless enough to leave her there, and gently swept her up in his arms, blanket and all in perfect bridal style.

She was surprisingly light, and he was hardly even tired when he reached his car. He placed the bulk with the girl gently on the backseat of the car, and carefully tied the seatbelt around her so she would not fall. Not that it was such a long drive, but he thought it better to be safe than sorry.

As predicted it didn’t take long for him to reach his apartment, and he carried the girl with ease up the few stairs, the only problem that occurred, was when he had to find his keys to his front door. Luckily he managed to support her with one hand throughout the procedure.

His apartment was as always slightly chilly, and despite the mess it looked very comfy, at least Yamaa himself thought so.

He laid the sleeping girl down on his bed, agreeing with himself that he could not possible let a sick person sleep on his uncomfortable and way to small couch.

It was not until he decided to remove the blanket, that he realised he had not even bothered to take a closer look at his surprise visitor.

Despite his trying to convince himself he was not curious, Yamaa could not resist the temptation to sneak a peek at the girls face.

He almost chocked on his own tounge when he removed the blanket to uncover the most angelic face he had ever seen. Her fine slim features and long dark eyelashes made Yamaas mind click, he gently removed the rest of the blanket, and greedily (though still in a moral combat in his mind) he took in the sight of the angel who had been dumped into his lap. Her long golden curls were spread across the pillowcase, and there were not a flaw to be found in her perfectly white marble skin.

Yamaa took a quickened breath unaware he had been holding it.

He could feel the colour rising to his cheeks as his eyes travelled down her body. He forcefully tore his eyes away, mad at himself for ogling an unsuspecting, and even sick girl.

He hurried to drag the covers over her, and thereafter he hurriedly took a cold shower mentally reminding himself not to fall for a pretty face, and that there were hardly anything behind the face anyway, after the shower, he took a displeased look at the couch as he gathered a blanket around his shoulders, preparing himself for the horrible pain he would feel in the morning.

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