Author's Note: Yay! New story! Part of the plot actually came from a conversation I had with Grace-Chan about the J-Rocker, Mana. It's fairly new, and, (secret secret I'll be posting some updates in my journal... If yew can find it! :P). Hehe, well, I'll be putting in some more of these things as time progresses..

Please review and tell me what you think.. :3 I'll only update if people want me tooooo.

/AN :D

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His name was Cyric. Average height, thin build, pale, and pretty scrawny. Gorgeous blue eyes that were always hidden by a mess of black hair. He didn't talk much, and the only people who really seemed to know him were a bunch of guys who were in a band together. He wasn't exactly the most social person you could imagine. He was usually mistaken for a girl, from behind.

Her name was Masa. She was a tall girl, averagely thin, pale, and over all gorgeous. Bright purple eyes that were obviously contacts. Straight black hair always in a new hair style, but always showing off her eyes. Lead singer of the band "B.S.", Blissful Screams. No one could ever get her to talk to them. Fans, music companies, no one could ever talk to her personally.

It was amusing how they were the same person.

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There was a lot of noise outside his door. People yelling, screaming that they wanted to talk to Masa. Two heavy-set guards made sure no one would. The door opposite Cyric lead to the small lounge the band was privileged to, and everyone else was probably there already.

Taking another look in the mirror, he decided he could wait to be Cyric again untill he got home. Putting the contacts back in, he was Masa once more.

He stood up, taking one last look in the mirror before setting off for the lounge through the door not leading to the screaming fans with flash cameras and down the small hallway.

There was a heavy-looking light blue door, faded black lettering that said 'Musician Lounge' painted on it. When he turned the door knob and opened the door, he was quickly bombarded by more flashing lights, loud voices, and many, many questions fired at him a million miles an hour.

Trying to close the door was no help; a firm hand made sure of it as the owner attempted to ask Masa why she would never speak to anyone besides her band mates.

Just then, another firm hand caught his wrist, jerking him backwards and away from the doorway as the same two heavy-set men in security uniforms made sure that no one entered the hallway.

"What the-" Cyric attempted to ask the hand that was dragging him onward, but he was silenced when he saw that he had no idea who that person was.

"Who the hell are you!?" He screamed, trying to dig his heals into the tiled floor, but failing miserably.

"Shut up. Do you want to get out of here or not?" The man turned his head but continued running with Cyric's wrist, despite the fact that it soon might not be attached to him any longer.

Oh gods. It was a deranged fan. He was afraid something like this would happen if he never spoke at all. He began to start breathing faster, with both the attempt to free his wrist and the whole situation in general.

"Relax!" The voice beamed, "I'm getting you out of here, you idiot!" The man stopped, glared at Masa's purple eyes before motioning to the flood of people behind them, quickly flooding the hallway as the two security guards were finally pushed aside.

Without another word, Cyric began to run, the man now having a content look on his face from him finally agreeing to move. They turned a corner and quickly ducked into what appeared to be a utility closet.

A closet that happened to be too dark for Cyric's liking.

"Would you just relax!?" The man hissed turning his head to glare at Cyric. Oh, it was pitch black, but that didn't mean the man couldn't glare if he wanted to.

Despite the adrenaline that was coursing through Cyric's veins, he was still close to petrified. No matter who the stranger thought Cyric was, the fact was that the boy was definitely not a female death metal singer named Masa.

And if said stranger wanted what Cyric dreaded, well, then there was a slight problem. This was the main reason for the kid's panic. As long as he was stuck in the closet with this man with a heard of journalists and photographers running around outside the door, the stranger had the opportunity to find out Cyric's... secret.

"I'm Kane." The man spoke, but this time it was less of a hiss and more of simply a loud whisper. "Sorry about almost pulling your arm off, but those people would have ripped you to shreds. And I'm not just talking about your clothing or body."

Cyric blinked a few times. What was he talking about- ...He knew. The stranger- ..Kane.. knew.

"I... don't know what you mean." Masa whispered quietly, trying to be as discrete as possible when if came to the nervousness in Cyric's voice.

"You don't have to lie. If I wanted to expose you, I would've done so already." Kane chuckled a few times, a clink being heard from above Cyric's head before he shielded his eyes from a flood of light.

"Sorry 'bout that. It's just a tad difficult to see in the dark." He whispered again, brushing a few strands of dark brown hair out of his face. Now Cyric could see his face, and oh wow, what a face it was. Dark brown hair, but with a slight tint of red in it, came down to about chin-length. Dark green eyes stared down at who appeared to be Masa, on the outside.

But oh gods... This man, as gorgeous as he was, knew Cyric's secret.

"Expose... what exactly?" That's it! He'd play dumb. Deny everything. Unless Kane decided he wanted to prove himself correct... Well, okay. Then he was screwed.

"It's alright. You don't have to worry. I said I didn't want to hurt you, and I didn't lie... I know you lipsync." He blinked down at Cyric with innocent eyes that only added the boy's shock.

Cyric? Lipsync!? The idea was absurd!

"I do not lipsync, thank you very much!" He yelled, forgetting the people who might have still been in the hallway outside. But he didn't really care at this point. He glared back up at Kane with a sort of pissed look on his face.

But wait.. That meant Kane really didn't know his secret! However, his little outburst did get him a scolding look as Kane looked from him to the door and back to him, reminding him that he still wasn't out of the water yet.

"Yeah, well, whatever. I know you do, so you can drop the act. But it's not something to be discussing right now. The rabid journalists still wanna' get a piece of you, and chances are, if you made a bolt for your car they'd only chase you down. Now, I know this is going to sound like a come on, but would you like me to drop you home or something?" Kane gave the other a pleading look, turning his eyes big and watery, completing the masterpiece with what looked like a small poute.

Gods, how Cyric hated that poute. "Eh.. I... guess..." Like I said, gods, how Cyric hated that poute...

"Great!" Kane's eyes lit up as Cyric was hoisted off the ground, thrown over the man's shoulder with ease, and carried out of the closet-esque room. As the man made a dash for what looked like a very unused back door, Cyric watched another photographer hobble along in the opposite direction.

And now he was in a car with Kane. A very attractive man who thought Cyric was a very attractive woman.

Oh. Gods.

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Alright, so maybe now wasn't exactly the best time to remember that Cyric had left his clothes, not to mention everything else, back in his dressing room.

Which probably meant that it definitely wasn't exactly the best time to remember that his keys were also stupidly back in his dressing room.

He fidgeted and played with his hair as he tried to think of what he could say to Kane to possibly make him go back. Judging by the guy's personality thus far, he wasn't exactly going to drop Cyric off at his house and drive away without so much as a glance back to make sure the semi-famous singer got inside.

He let out a distressed sigh, silently scolding himself for being so careless, and rested an elbow on the small arm rest thingy that was located underneath the window as he stared out at the road.

Kane, on the other hand, probably couldn't have been happier, for pretty obvious reasons. Masa's sigh, however, caught his attention as he moved his vision to her, occasionally looking back to make sure he hadn't hit a tree.

"What's the matter?" He asked the angsty-looking figure next to him, quickly adding, "Besides the ambush thing.."

Cyric blinked large purple eyes back at Kane as the question registered in his mind. "Eh..?" He replied intelligently.

"Oh.. Yeah.. Well, my keys..." He laughed nervously, bringing his attention back towards the window. "Ya' see.. They're kinda'... Back there... with my stuff.." He grinned sheepishly, sure Kane would twitch, or spontaneously combust, or something destructive along those lines..

But, strangely enough, he... smiled? Oh.. Wait... That was right..

"You can stay at my place!" Kane smiled happily, resembling a puppy.

Yeah. He saw that coming.

"I've got a guest bedroom you could occupy for the night. It's no trouble at all, really!" Oh gods.. He should've known. With a sigh, Cyric nodded his head in a forlorn 'yes', not exactly liking the predicament he was in.

And he knew that Kane wouldn't turn around and drive him back, not when he had gone to such 'great lengths' to save Masa in the first place.

Which could either mean one of a few things.

One, Kane planned on having... fun... tonight; And would get one Hell of a surprise:

One-A, Thus resulting in Cyric's secret being exposed to the media.
One-B, Thus resulting in one very dead Kane.

Two, Cyric could sneak out, call one of the guys to come pick him up, and never see Kane again.

Or Three, Kane was also a girl, and thus wouldn't be scared of Cyric's drag- ness when he became Masa!

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Okay, so maybe option three didn't make all that much sense... Not to mention the fact that it would probably scare the crap out of Cyric.

Not that he was like, afraid of gay people or anything.. A lot of his friends were actually bisexual.

'A lot' meaning hardly any, and 'friends' meaning just one.

With a sigh, the car pulled into the driveway of a small apartment-type house, obviously made for no more than three people to live in it.

The outer walls had a light blue hue, and all he could really make out besides the cement stoop in front and the bushes to either side of it was the small flamingo figurine that stood sticking out of the grass next to the stairs.

"...Is that a flamingo...?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...Yes. Yes it is." Kane replied, quirking a brow that all but asked, 'is there a problem?'

"...It's... a flamingo."

"I think we established that already..."

"But... it's...--"

"Lemme guess... A flamingo?"

"...Yeah..."

With a sigh, Kane opened his door and got out, shutting it softly and walking up the stoop to the front door, promptly unlocking it and waiting for the other to step inside.

Which would be a lot easier if Cyric could get the seat belt of doom off.

Yes, Kane was very much starting to question if he had made the right decision.

A loud curse came from the car as it slammed shut, Masa walking away from the car with a fresh cut on her hand. As Cyric made his way past Kane, he gave him the, 'don't-you-dare-say-anything' look.

Oh, what a night it would be.