Kanon Wakeshima
had just finished her final recording at the studio for the day.
Watching through the large window, A blank, stern, Mana-sama clapped a
few times, looking at the tiny woman with a deep stare. Kanon knew her
producer was pleased with her recording which gave her that sense of
satisfaction. She nodded once in response him, setting her bright red
cello to the side with a low sigh. The technicians of the studio
complimented Kanon on a job well done, then bowed to Mana-sama, leaving
the studio. Kanon rose to her feet, walking out of the recording
cubicle to the main control room, standing in front of her producer.
The usual silent and blank Mana-sama had smirked at the woman with
thick, firm, ebony painted lips. Wrapping his arms around the petite
woman's waist, he pulled her tightly to him. Kanon was used to this,
and she enjoyed every bit of it. She usually loved playing the role of
a timid,
innocent, submissive. The pale man towered over the cellist, and would use this to his advantage. He ran his palm up the petite woman's thigh, roughly pinning her against the large recording window that was behind them. Kanon emitted a low, mischevious, laugh, knowing that they weren't leaving anytime soon.
This was the secret relationship between the musician and her Producer.
Meanwhile, on a plane headed for Tokyo, a young female musician had thought about Mana-sama and wondered where he was.Little did she know, he was doing the last thing she would ever expect.
Later that night, The young female musician and her band finally reached Tokyo, Japan. They arrived from a 14 hour flight departing from the United States, meeting the vocalist's mother. The band members were Japanese, but the lead vocalist and musician was american. She referred to herself and to the media as Hana, never revealing her full given name. Standing at 5'6, 115 lbs. She was curvy and full in all of the "right places" and had an an active lifestyle 5 years so far. The young woman felt she was in the best shape of her life, and was fearless when it came to wearing skimpy or tight clothing. She carried herself well, with long, tight, toned, legs, along with a flat, hard midsection, she truly felt satisfied with herself.
Hana never regretted the intense 3 hour a day work out system along with her strict japanese cusine only diet. Though, she knew her mother would become a bit upset from it, considering she was a great cook, and usually served several highly satisfying and high calorie italian meals. But her mother got over it, even though the young woman already knew she would have to sit down to her mother's cooking at least twice every 3 months. Hana pursued a musical career in Tokyo about 9 months before hand, and had gradually obtained her agent, manager, producer, and band in just 4 months. SONY RECORDS were quite intrigued by the american's burning passion as a vocalist, pianist, and cellist that of which she delivered with such power and ability as a japanese musician would. They knew right away that the young american loved doing what she did, and when they asked her why does she seek a musical career in their country, she responded with a smile, "Because I love everything Japanese." With that, the record contract was signed. The female and the rest of the band would soon hit the music industry.
The plane had finally came to a stop. Even though they slept most of the flight, the band felt jet-lag take its toll. After leaving the airport, the band was driven by limo to an expensive, private hotel, usually where the wealthy and famous had stayed. A represenitive of the band rented them their private suite on the 26th floor. The floor had 5 huge, luxorious rooms. Each room had a balcony, which they had the option of shutting out the view with dark, navy blue curtains that were entirely made of pure silk. All 5 rooms contained an immaculate plush carpet, and large fishtank, filled with exotic, neon fish, available with the dim, calming, lighting setting of several different colors which they can adjust to their preference. A long, rectangular, stainless plush suade couch in each room, as well as cordless telephone rested upon the night stands, a 32'' plasma screen television were mounted on the each of the rooms walls,
along with a large, thin, king sized mattress were in all of the 5 rooms as well.
The band enjoyed what the hotel had to offer, and knew without a doubt that their stay would be the utmost comfortable and relaxing. After an hour or two of unpacking what they had, and raving about the excitment they felt, the band had said their goodnights and departed to their rooms. Hana yawned lowly, dragging herself to her room, which was the last at the end of the small hallway. Sakai, The lead guitarist of the band crept up behind her and held her by the waist. The young woman jumped a bit in reaction, stopping in her tracks. She sighed with a smile.
"What is it, Sakai-kun."
The guitarist stood over the woman at 5'10.
His dyed dark chestnut hair was teased and pulled back in a somewhat layered, thick, cut. His shiny locks were layered halfway past his neck. He grinned, hugging the woman from behind with a tight, affectionate hold.
"I just wanted to say to goodnight to a beautiful woman, and ofcourse I just did."
He spoke through a passionate whisper.
She felt his bare, solid, abdominals against her back as he hugged her tighter.
She smiled lightly, looking down when she gently pulled away from his grip.
"You're such a gentleman, Sakai-kun."
Said Hana.
Sakai knew Hana didn't like the particular position they were in, and he let her go, not even daring to disrespect what she wished. The man smiled in content with closed eyes.
"Mn.. its only a fraction of what you deserve.."
Responded Sakai.
Hana turned to face him now, smiling calmly. Her long, wavy, thick, hazelnut hair dangled past her breasts, and she hadn't removed the decent amount of ebony eyeliner that coiled and shaped around her green hazel eyes. She was still dressed, so she felt very tired and wanted to get comfortable. Despite the fact that she wasn't in a talkative mood, she continued her conversation with her fellow band member. Her smile still remained.
"Ahah.. Thankyou very much, Sakai-kun. You really are quite the gentleman. Without a doubt I respect you for that."
She said in an honest, calm tone.
"I honor you just as much..."
Sakai responded with a sigh.
The handsome guitarist smiled, wrapping his arms around her one last time. He kissed her forehead, then slowly released his grip after.
"Goodnight, Hana-chan."
Said Sakai.
"Goodnight, Sakai-kun."
Hana responded.
-
The two retired to their rooms. They knew they had a long day ahead of them.
The next morning, all 5 band members were given a wakeup call from their represenitive.
They were told to get dressed right away, and that a limo was waiting for them outside.
The band had a rehersal today, and needed to stay at the lounge they are going to perform at for at least half the day. When they arrived, makeup artists took good care of doing their hair and waking them up with cold aloe facials.
They were also offered hot tea and rice balls. The band's rehersal was going well. After about 6 and half hours or so, they had finally finished.
They were told that they were going to be an opening act for Kanon Wakeshima. The stage crew that was hired for them packed up all of their instruments. The band was content with their rehersal. It was finally time to go, and so the band began to walk out of the lounge back to their hotel. Hana sat where she was, not ready to leave just yet. She wanted to become familiar with the lounge and its stage. Some might say that its strange, but this is how she liked to do things.
The lead guitarist noticed Hana had no intentions on leaving.
"Hana-chan.. are you going to be alright here?"
Was all he asked.
Hana nodded, and once she did he nodded
back and left. The young musician sighed.
"Hm.. Kanon Wakeshima, huh?"
Hana thought out loud.
Hana then felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around to look at Kanon Wakeshima.
"Excuse me.. I do not mean to bother you, but it is time for me to rehearse."
The doll-like asian woman smiled politely with firm tiny pink lips.
Hana studdered a bit with a nervous laugh.
But she bowed out of respect to the woman, lightly kissing the top of her hand once.
"Oh.. Uhm.. . W-where are my manners? I'll gladly leave now, Wakashima-sama.."
The tiny woman laughed lowly, shaking her head. The younger woman's high respect amused her. She held the taller, younger woman's hand, caressing it in a way.
"Ahahah. There is no need to be so formal to me, or for you to leave."
Spoke a calm Kanon.
Hana couldn't help but blush in reaction, and was caught a bit off gaurd from Kanon's actions. She looked at the fellow performer's adorable, blemishless face, then looked at her entirely from an up and down view. Kanon was indeed petite, but the doll heels she wore made her about 4'' taller than she really is. Hana estimated that she seemed about 5'6.
"With those heels." She thought to herself.
Feeling Kanon's soft skin against her hand aroused her a bit, but she knew she had to be professional and save all of those extra emotions for later.
Kanon noticed the younger woman's blush, but just kept it to herself with a smile.
"By the way.. you and your band were quite amazing. I have never heard rock being performed in such a unique style."
Kanon complimented the new musician.
"Oh uhm.. Thankyou very much, Wakashima-sama. We are willing to give it our all when we play."
Responded Hana.
The petite musician couldn't help but giggle,
now holding both of the other woman's hands.
"Will you stop being so formal to me, Hana-chan?"
The younger musician smiled and laughed with her. She felt comfortable with Kanon regardless of the fact that they just met. She knew she was a genuine person.
"Wait.. you know my name?"
Asked Hana.
The petite woman couldn't help but laugh.
"Well our record companies are practically neighbors, Plus your my opening act. I don't know if your aware of this or not, but many of the music media is starting to know who you are."
Hana looked at the woman in slight shock.
She had just realized who she was soon to become, and it was overwhelming in alot of ways.
"Well, thankyou for the heads up, Kanon-san."
Hana joked.
The smaller woman poked Hana's cheek with a smile.
"At least you remembered to quit the formal talk, Hana-chan."
Kanon teased.
Hana laughed.
"May I watch you rehearse, Kanon-san?"
Hana asked.
"Ofcourse you may."
Responded Kanon.
Hana stayed and watched in awe of the woman's rehearsal. She knew that the woman was pure proffessional, but she never would have expected that Kanon's performance would be so chillingly satisfying. She stayed for Kanon's entire rehersal, which was only an hour and a half. Hana knew that she didn't need anymore time to rehearse. She was used to the stage, and has been doing this long enough to perform flawlessly with ease. Kanon was very talented after all. Hana stood up and clapped for her. Kanon bowed in a feminine sort of way. The woman's long, red, hair was curled in long, thick, ringlets. She wore a cropped, short, white lace lolita dress matching with a white, silk top hat. Her nails were white and pearly manicured, and her doll heals were black with bright red, tiny, bows on each of them. The bows matched the color of Kanon's well known cello. A few minutes later Kanon offered Hana to meet her producer- And everyone knows who her producer is. Hana shook a bit at the question. So many thoughts rushed through her head. She wondered if she looked presentable enough to even be in his presence. She wondered if her eyeliner wasn't smudged, and she wondered if she would faint after the first 10 seconds of looking at the man face to face. But she would have been a fool to pass this up, so she gladly excepted. Kanon took Hana by the hand, leading her to her large dressing room.
When they got there, sitting on one of the steel stools was Mana-sama, and as usual he looked flawless. He had his usual thick, firm, ebony painted lips. His shiny black hair was thick and teased outward. He wore a long, black, expensive looking trench that went past his knees. Under the black trench could be seen a dark rouge, collared shirt, and his long hands were bare, with all 10 of his fingers crowned with jeweled rings. His legs were dressed in black dress pants. He wore thick, black, platform shoes. His legs were crossed, and his eyes looked directly at the tall, curvy woman. He was even more gorgeous in person than she imagined. Hana sat down on one of the chairs that faced him. Kanon sat next to her.
"Mana-sama, this is Hana-chan. Her and her band are my opening act."
Said a calm, smiling Kanon.
The vampiric-like man nodded a few times, reaching over to shake the woman's hand.
Hana accepted the hand shake, and did everything in her power not to tremble as he had a firm grip on her hand. Hana smiled nervously, but returned the handshake, again, doing everything in her power not to tremble.
"I know all about you, Hana-san..."
Spoke a low, deep voiced Mana.
Hana froze in that instant, but contained herself. She actually heard Mana-sama's voice, and that almost made her lose control of herself. She smiled again, looking directly at the man.
"Ahah.. I have been informed that many will know who I am.."
Said Hana in a laughing, nervous tone.
After about 20 minutes of explaining her image and purpose of herself and the band,
Mana was intrigued with the woman. He nodded to every sentence Hana spoke, but with his eyes he examined her body, gazing at the woman's curves. The man stroked his own chin a few times as his eyes explored up to her chest area.
She wore a red, leather, tight, round neck top, So her long cleavage line was indeed visable.
Kanon noticed everything that was going on, but didn't say a word. All she did was cross her legs, cracking her fingers lowly with a bitter expression. Mana payed no mind to Kanon, and continued indulging in what he saw, Looking at her tight, curvy legs that fitted perfectly with the leather pants she wore. His eyes then went back up to her upper body, glancing at the woman's neck, wondering if her skin was as soft as it looked. Hana gazed at the man, not even realizing what was happening. She felt as though she were in a trance, questioning if any of it was real.
"You know.. I can tell your definatly going to surprise the media.."
Spoke a deep voiced Mana-sama, breaking the silence.
He now looked directly into Hana's eyes with a slight smirk. She twitched a bit, but forced herself to speak, no matter how hard it was to do so.
"Uhm. Really? I just want my band and I to deliver what the Jrock fans want. I guess now that I think about it.. surprises have their use..."
Hana responded with a nervous smile.
Mana nodded, leaning forward in an attempt to get closer to the large breasted musician.
Kanon felt as though she were invisible, and her anger was building up by the second. Kanon tapped her heel against the stool, and her bitter expression still remained.
"It is important to give what each individual craves..."
Spoke a now amused Mana-sama. His fingers lingered at the end of his knee, pointing in Hana's direction. His voice had changed to a somewhat husky tone.
In that instant, Kanon got up. She forced a smile to Hana.
"Well, Im glad we all had the chance to meet eachother. but now it is time for us to leave. It is very late."
Kanon's spoke with an irritated, angry tone.
Hana jolted up to her feet and nodded. She hoped she didn't do anything wrong to anger Kanon. She bowed to them, leaving the room and calling up a limosine to drive her back to the hotel. Mana's blank expression returned and he frowned a bit. Kanon didn't even bother to look at him let alone speak to him. She left the dressing room, slamming the door behind her. Mana followed her.
"Kanon."
He spoke firmly.
"Im going home now. Whatever you do, don't follow me."
Kanon responded with a scowl.
Mana said nothing and allowed her to leave. He knew she was angry, but it didn't phase him at
all. Usually the two would have sex after her rehersal. But he didn't care one bit. All he could think about was the american musician. He thought of her body, as well as her success that would soon come...
innocent, submissive. The pale man towered over the cellist, and would use this to his advantage. He ran his palm up the petite woman's thigh, roughly pinning her against the large recording window that was behind them. Kanon emitted a low, mischevious, laugh, knowing that they weren't leaving anytime soon.
This was the secret relationship between the musician and her Producer.
Meanwhile, on a plane headed for Tokyo, a young female musician had thought about Mana-sama and wondered where he was.Little did she know, he was doing the last thing she would ever expect.
Later that night, The young female musician and her band finally reached Tokyo, Japan. They arrived from a 14 hour flight departing from the United States, meeting the vocalist's mother. The band members were Japanese, but the lead vocalist and musician was american. She referred to herself and to the media as Hana, never revealing her full given name. Standing at 5'6, 115 lbs. She was curvy and full in all of the "right places" and had an an active lifestyle 5 years so far. The young woman felt she was in the best shape of her life, and was fearless when it came to wearing skimpy or tight clothing. She carried herself well, with long, tight, toned, legs, along with a flat, hard midsection, she truly felt satisfied with herself.
Hana never regretted the intense 3 hour a day work out system along with her strict japanese cusine only diet. Though, she knew her mother would become a bit upset from it, considering she was a great cook, and usually served several highly satisfying and high calorie italian meals. But her mother got over it, even though the young woman already knew she would have to sit down to her mother's cooking at least twice every 3 months. Hana pursued a musical career in Tokyo about 9 months before hand, and had gradually obtained her agent, manager, producer, and band in just 4 months. SONY RECORDS were quite intrigued by the american's burning passion as a vocalist, pianist, and cellist that of which she delivered with such power and ability as a japanese musician would. They knew right away that the young american loved doing what she did, and when they asked her why does she seek a musical career in their country, she responded with a smile, "Because I love everything Japanese." With that, the record contract was signed. The female and the rest of the band would soon hit the music industry.
The plane had finally came to a stop. Even though they slept most of the flight, the band felt jet-lag take its toll. After leaving the airport, the band was driven by limo to an expensive, private hotel, usually where the wealthy and famous had stayed. A represenitive of the band rented them their private suite on the 26th floor. The floor had 5 huge, luxorious rooms. Each room had a balcony, which they had the option of shutting out the view with dark, navy blue curtains that were entirely made of pure silk. All 5 rooms contained an immaculate plush carpet, and large fishtank, filled with exotic, neon fish, available with the dim, calming, lighting setting of several different colors which they can adjust to their preference. A long, rectangular, stainless plush suade couch in each room, as well as cordless telephone rested upon the night stands, a 32'' plasma screen television were mounted on the each of the rooms walls,
along with a large, thin, king sized mattress were in all of the 5 rooms as well.
The band enjoyed what the hotel had to offer, and knew without a doubt that their stay would be the utmost comfortable and relaxing. After an hour or two of unpacking what they had, and raving about the excitment they felt, the band had said their goodnights and departed to their rooms. Hana yawned lowly, dragging herself to her room, which was the last at the end of the small hallway. Sakai, The lead guitarist of the band crept up behind her and held her by the waist. The young woman jumped a bit in reaction, stopping in her tracks. She sighed with a smile.
"What is it, Sakai-kun."
The guitarist stood over the woman at 5'10.
His dyed dark chestnut hair was teased and pulled back in a somewhat layered, thick, cut. His shiny locks were layered halfway past his neck. He grinned, hugging the woman from behind with a tight, affectionate hold.
"I just wanted to say to goodnight to a beautiful woman, and ofcourse I just did."
He spoke through a passionate whisper.
She felt his bare, solid, abdominals against her back as he hugged her tighter.
She smiled lightly, looking down when she gently pulled away from his grip.
"You're such a gentleman, Sakai-kun."
Said Hana.
Sakai knew Hana didn't like the particular position they were in, and he let her go, not even daring to disrespect what she wished. The man smiled in content with closed eyes.
"Mn.. its only a fraction of what you deserve.."
Responded Sakai.
Hana turned to face him now, smiling calmly. Her long, wavy, thick, hazelnut hair dangled past her breasts, and she hadn't removed the decent amount of ebony eyeliner that coiled and shaped around her green hazel eyes. She was still dressed, so she felt very tired and wanted to get comfortable. Despite the fact that she wasn't in a talkative mood, she continued her conversation with her fellow band member. Her smile still remained.
"Ahah.. Thankyou very much, Sakai-kun. You really are quite the gentleman. Without a doubt I respect you for that."
She said in an honest, calm tone.
"I honor you just as much..."
Sakai responded with a sigh.
The handsome guitarist smiled, wrapping his arms around her one last time. He kissed her forehead, then slowly released his grip after.
"Goodnight, Hana-chan."
Said Sakai.
"Goodnight, Sakai-kun."
Hana responded.
-
The two retired to their rooms. They knew they had a long day ahead of them.
The next morning, all 5 band members were given a wakeup call from their represenitive.
They were told to get dressed right away, and that a limo was waiting for them outside.
The band had a rehersal today, and needed to stay at the lounge they are going to perform at for at least half the day. When they arrived, makeup artists took good care of doing their hair and waking them up with cold aloe facials.
They were also offered hot tea and rice balls. The band's rehersal was going well. After about 6 and half hours or so, they had finally finished.
They were told that they were going to be an opening act for Kanon Wakeshima. The stage crew that was hired for them packed up all of their instruments. The band was content with their rehersal. It was finally time to go, and so the band began to walk out of the lounge back to their hotel. Hana sat where she was, not ready to leave just yet. She wanted to become familiar with the lounge and its stage. Some might say that its strange, but this is how she liked to do things.
The lead guitarist noticed Hana had no intentions on leaving.
"Hana-chan.. are you going to be alright here?"
Was all he asked.
Hana nodded, and once she did he nodded
back and left. The young musician sighed.
"Hm.. Kanon Wakeshima, huh?"
Hana thought out loud.
Hana then felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around to look at Kanon Wakeshima.
"Excuse me.. I do not mean to bother you, but it is time for me to rehearse."
The doll-like asian woman smiled politely with firm tiny pink lips.
Hana studdered a bit with a nervous laugh.
But she bowed out of respect to the woman, lightly kissing the top of her hand once.
"Oh.. Uhm.. . W-where are my manners? I'll gladly leave now, Wakashima-sama.."
The tiny woman laughed lowly, shaking her head. The younger woman's high respect amused her. She held the taller, younger woman's hand, caressing it in a way.
"Ahahah. There is no need to be so formal to me, or for you to leave."
Spoke a calm Kanon.
Hana couldn't help but blush in reaction, and was caught a bit off gaurd from Kanon's actions. She looked at the fellow performer's adorable, blemishless face, then looked at her entirely from an up and down view. Kanon was indeed petite, but the doll heels she wore made her about 4'' taller than she really is. Hana estimated that she seemed about 5'6.
"With those heels." She thought to herself.
Feeling Kanon's soft skin against her hand aroused her a bit, but she knew she had to be professional and save all of those extra emotions for later.
Kanon noticed the younger woman's blush, but just kept it to herself with a smile.
"By the way.. you and your band were quite amazing. I have never heard rock being performed in such a unique style."
Kanon complimented the new musician.
"Oh uhm.. Thankyou very much, Wakashima-sama. We are willing to give it our all when we play."
Responded Hana.
The petite musician couldn't help but giggle,
now holding both of the other woman's hands.
"Will you stop being so formal to me, Hana-chan?"
The younger musician smiled and laughed with her. She felt comfortable with Kanon regardless of the fact that they just met. She knew she was a genuine person.
"Wait.. you know my name?"
Asked Hana.
The petite woman couldn't help but laugh.
"Well our record companies are practically neighbors, Plus your my opening act. I don't know if your aware of this or not, but many of the music media is starting to know who you are."
Hana looked at the woman in slight shock.
She had just realized who she was soon to become, and it was overwhelming in alot of ways.
"Well, thankyou for the heads up, Kanon-san."
Hana joked.
The smaller woman poked Hana's cheek with a smile.
"At least you remembered to quit the formal talk, Hana-chan."
Kanon teased.
Hana laughed.
"May I watch you rehearse, Kanon-san?"
Hana asked.
"Ofcourse you may."
Responded Kanon.
Hana stayed and watched in awe of the woman's rehearsal. She knew that the woman was pure proffessional, but she never would have expected that Kanon's performance would be so chillingly satisfying. She stayed for Kanon's entire rehersal, which was only an hour and a half. Hana knew that she didn't need anymore time to rehearse. She was used to the stage, and has been doing this long enough to perform flawlessly with ease. Kanon was very talented after all. Hana stood up and clapped for her. Kanon bowed in a feminine sort of way. The woman's long, red, hair was curled in long, thick, ringlets. She wore a cropped, short, white lace lolita dress matching with a white, silk top hat. Her nails were white and pearly manicured, and her doll heals were black with bright red, tiny, bows on each of them. The bows matched the color of Kanon's well known cello. A few minutes later Kanon offered Hana to meet her producer- And everyone knows who her producer is. Hana shook a bit at the question. So many thoughts rushed through her head. She wondered if she looked presentable enough to even be in his presence. She wondered if her eyeliner wasn't smudged, and she wondered if she would faint after the first 10 seconds of looking at the man face to face. But she would have been a fool to pass this up, so she gladly excepted. Kanon took Hana by the hand, leading her to her large dressing room.
When they got there, sitting on one of the steel stools was Mana-sama, and as usual he looked flawless. He had his usual thick, firm, ebony painted lips. His shiny black hair was thick and teased outward. He wore a long, black, expensive looking trench that went past his knees. Under the black trench could be seen a dark rouge, collared shirt, and his long hands were bare, with all 10 of his fingers crowned with jeweled rings. His legs were dressed in black dress pants. He wore thick, black, platform shoes. His legs were crossed, and his eyes looked directly at the tall, curvy woman. He was even more gorgeous in person than she imagined. Hana sat down on one of the chairs that faced him. Kanon sat next to her.
"Mana-sama, this is Hana-chan. Her and her band are my opening act."
Said a calm, smiling Kanon.
The vampiric-like man nodded a few times, reaching over to shake the woman's hand.
Hana accepted the hand shake, and did everything in her power not to tremble as he had a firm grip on her hand. Hana smiled nervously, but returned the handshake, again, doing everything in her power not to tremble.
"I know all about you, Hana-san..."
Spoke a low, deep voiced Mana.
Hana froze in that instant, but contained herself. She actually heard Mana-sama's voice, and that almost made her lose control of herself. She smiled again, looking directly at the man.
"Ahah.. I have been informed that many will know who I am.."
Said Hana in a laughing, nervous tone.
After about 20 minutes of explaining her image and purpose of herself and the band,
Mana was intrigued with the woman. He nodded to every sentence Hana spoke, but with his eyes he examined her body, gazing at the woman's curves. The man stroked his own chin a few times as his eyes explored up to her chest area.
She wore a red, leather, tight, round neck top, So her long cleavage line was indeed visable.
Kanon noticed everything that was going on, but didn't say a word. All she did was cross her legs, cracking her fingers lowly with a bitter expression. Mana payed no mind to Kanon, and continued indulging in what he saw, Looking at her tight, curvy legs that fitted perfectly with the leather pants she wore. His eyes then went back up to her upper body, glancing at the woman's neck, wondering if her skin was as soft as it looked. Hana gazed at the man, not even realizing what was happening. She felt as though she were in a trance, questioning if any of it was real.
"You know.. I can tell your definatly going to surprise the media.."
Spoke a deep voiced Mana-sama, breaking the silence.
He now looked directly into Hana's eyes with a slight smirk. She twitched a bit, but forced herself to speak, no matter how hard it was to do so.
"Uhm. Really? I just want my band and I to deliver what the Jrock fans want. I guess now that I think about it.. surprises have their use..."
Hana responded with a nervous smile.
Mana nodded, leaning forward in an attempt to get closer to the large breasted musician.
Kanon felt as though she were invisible, and her anger was building up by the second. Kanon tapped her heel against the stool, and her bitter expression still remained.
"It is important to give what each individual craves..."
Spoke a now amused Mana-sama. His fingers lingered at the end of his knee, pointing in Hana's direction. His voice had changed to a somewhat husky tone.
In that instant, Kanon got up. She forced a smile to Hana.
"Well, Im glad we all had the chance to meet eachother. but now it is time for us to leave. It is very late."
Kanon's spoke with an irritated, angry tone.
Hana jolted up to her feet and nodded. She hoped she didn't do anything wrong to anger Kanon. She bowed to them, leaving the room and calling up a limosine to drive her back to the hotel. Mana's blank expression returned and he frowned a bit. Kanon didn't even bother to look at him let alone speak to him. She left the dressing room, slamming the door behind her. Mana followed her.
"Kanon."
He spoke firmly.
"Im going home now. Whatever you do, don't follow me."
Kanon responded with a scowl.
Mana said nothing and allowed her to leave. He knew she was angry, but it didn't phase him at
all. Usually the two would have sex after her rehersal. But he didn't care one bit. All he could think about was the american musician. He thought of her body, as well as her success that would soon come...
