Paparazzi F.A.8

This is an original story. The playbys are as follows:

(You can google them to see how they look like. Have a better playby? Review and tell me! I’ll see! ;D Thank you!)
Yuuka Kuroda – Sakamoto Shougo

Kei Asamura – Matsushita Yuya/Shirota Yuu

Kyousuke Yamada – Dori Sakurada

Rika Fujimoto – Aragaki Yui
Juria Fujimoto – Shida Mirai

(The rest of the F.A.7 are undecided)

Paparazzi. A group of people, mostly die-hard fans, that go out of their way to get pictures and information about the daily lives of their idols. Most of them loves their idols so much, they do whatever they can to invade into their idol’s personal privacy. Most idols expressed that they do not like those paparazzi members to ‘forcefully invade their privacy’ by snapping pictures of them with a hidden camera or to place sercurity cameras all around their houses.

There is this one notorious group that specializes in stalking a certain number one pop idol called Kei Asamura. This group comprises of 7 people. They are all girls, die-hard fans of the fair-haired, grey-eyed pop star who lives alone in a luxurious mansion in Tokyo. They had never been caught by the angry pop star himself – not once. He had never seen them around, but he knows of their presence. The recent leak of pictures on the internet were one of the things that they did, and Kei wasn’t exactly glad to know that he was being stalked by a bunch of girls.

Then, another thing happened.

“Please! Let me be your manager!” The young boy with black hair and green eyes looked up at Kei pleadingly. Kei ‘tched’ irritably, trying to close the door to his house. “I already have a manager! And how did you know I am staying here?!” Kei asked. The boy looked up, nervous and tried in vain to hold the large door open. “…K.A.7 told me about it… and they said if I get to become your manager, I have to provide pictures of you bathing…” Kei immediately slammed the door on him on those words.

“Wait wait wait!” The boy yelled, slamming both his hands repeatedly on the giant oak doors of the mansion. “WAIT! I didn’t say I was really going to do that! Mr. Asamura!”

In the end, the boy gave up. “…ugh, I didn’t think it was that difficult,” he said as he dragged his feet out of the giant gates that remained open. He knew he was lucky already, because Kei Asamura doesn’t really meet people fact-to-face that easily. He totally blew the meeting.

“How could I, Yuuka Kuroda, be rejected like this?” Yuuka thought out loud. “From today onwards, I shall show everyone that he isn’t the king around here!”

“You do know that you’re a boy right?” Rika asked, frowning and scratching her chin thoroughly. “You told us over the forum that you are a girl…”

Yuuka laughed sheepishly. “Err, because you said you’re not accepting any guy members…” He explained slowly as he sipped his coffee, watching the seven girls sitting around him carefully. The girls sitting around him were all very pretty. As a boy of 18, he should feel flustered being surrounded by them. They were all about the same age as he is, too. The female members of F.A.7 all stared at him. “Neither are we accepting any girl members,” Rika told him. She is the leader of the paparazzi group called F.A.7. Yes, a paparazzi group that has seven girl members. That paparazzi group.

“Hmmm, alright then…” Rika said thoughtfully, exchanging looks with her fellow members. “Yuuka, right?” Rika said happily. Yuuka nodded, curious about what they were going to tell him. “You can join… But! On one condition, you must take a picture of Kei-sama bathing and bring the picture to us! Don’t get caught.” Yuuka stared at Rika, setting his coffee down. “What?!” He exclaimed. “T-That’s…”

The girls around him all started to squeal in delight. Looks like he had no choice either… Yuuka sighed and nodded. “Alright then…But I don’t have a camera…” All the girls stopped squealing and stared at him with an extremely shocked expression on their faces. Then they turned to each other and started whispering among themselves.

“What?! He doesn’t have a camera?”

“He doesn’t have one and he still wants to be part of us?”

“And he’s a boy…”

“He’s pretty cute…! Maybe I’ll take pictures of him instead of Kei…”

“You traitor, if you take another guy’s pictures, you’re out!”

“But then we wouldn’t be F.A.7 anymore…”

“Err…” Yuuka said, and all the whispering ceased. Everyone stared at him. “Err, I know you guys, I mean, you girls use cameras of your own right? Maybe… if I could just borrow one from one of you? I can take 3 pictures of him bathing if you lend me your camera,” Yuuka offered. He couldn’t possibly afford a camera now without a job. He still wanted to go for university and the only way he could get a good pay was to be a manager of a superstar (he heard). And his goal now is to learn some paparazzi skills and take a couple of embarrassing pictures of Kei. Then he’d use those pictures to threaten the superstar to make him his manager.

But what kind of embarrassing pictures? He read on Kei Asamura before attempting to request to be his manager. Kei is a serious man, and proud too. Kei also hates the paparazzi. But it was all for the money he needed… Yuuka wouldn’t mind threatening that superstar with the thing he hates. The problem is Yuuka did not know what embarrassing things that the man would do. Even when he bathed, he looked… minimally embarrassing to the eye of the public.

“Deal!” Rika said, grinning. Her word snapped Yuuka out of his thoughts, and they both shook hands. “Don’t make us wait! And I am sure you were the one whom I told where he lived…”

And so, he sat in one of the tall trees surrounding the mansion’s outer walls. He could just climb up as much as he could with some difficulty, and he could look into Kei Asamura’s 2nd floor bathroom. Now all he had to do is to wait.

He waited. An hour passed. Then two hours. Then three. Then a couple more hours. He waited till it was already over lunch hour, and soon, evening was setting in. Yuuka didn’t even eat anything for the whole day and he was starving, his legs numb from sitting on the branch for too long. Just as he was about to give up, there was a movement in the bathroom.

“Ah!” Yuuka exclaimed joyfully when he saw the popstar enter the bathroom. Yuuka held up the camera and focused on the bathroom, noticing how rich looking the entire mansion is on the inside as it is on the outside. I wish I had half his money… Yuuka thought glumly as he waited for Kei to start bathing. Then Kei walked over to the window… and drew the blinds shut. “ARGH!” Yuuka cried out in exasperation. “I forgot when people bathe, they close their blinds!” Yuuka said angrily. So he had waited the entire day for nothing.

Yuuka thought about it for awhile. If he wanted to get anything upclose and personal on his film, he’d have to get into the mansion himself. But he remembered that just last week when he had tried to get Kei to hire him, he had to get past all sorts of sercurity. One at the gate, one at the garden, one at the courtyard, one at the reception counter and another one at the front door. So he just have to get in, and stay out of sight…

But who the heck has a blueprint for this house?! Even if F.A.7 had one, they wouldn’t hand it over to him. Their mission was to make his entrance exam for F.A.7 to be as difficult as possible. If Yuuka had been Kei’s manager… he’d have gotten the picture so easily. Yuuka sulked at that thought. If he asked again, he’d be rejected again. He really, really needed the money!

“…” Yuuka got down from the tree he was on and decided that he should come back the next day to plan what to do. Afterall, he had term break for another 3 months before enrollment for university starts. He just have to earn some money before that to pay for the deposit. So he’s going to do anything to get it. For now, he just needed a simple meal to sate his hunger.

Kei Asamura leaned back in his bath and let the water swirl in front of him. His fair hair is wet and it clung onto his skin, making any of his fangirls who see him now die of ecstasy if they saw him.

“Kei, there’s an appointment for you tomorrow with the lawyer, at 9 in the morning, the guest is coming here…” A voice said from outside the door of the bathroom. Kei looked up, recognizing the voice. He smiled, which he rarely did. He was more of the ‘cool image’ type. “Thank you, Kyou-chan,” Kei said. “I got the fax just an hour ago,”

“Kei… are you sure you’re going to do such a thing to a bunch of 7 girls?” The voice, belonging to a boy called Kyou, said again. Kei swirled the water in front of him again, looking thoughtful. “It is not really that a serious matter for you to do such things…”

“I am being serious. I told you I don’t like people that try to pry into other people’s lives,” Kei told Kyou gently. “If those girls continue to do this, I am afraid I won’t have anymore personal privacy any longer,” Kei said and sank down into the tub, closing his eyes.

“You said you wanted to hunt down the seven girls and hand them over to the police… but you do know there’s a new thing I just found out?” Kyou said. Kei opened his eyes again. He sat up, and water splashed over the sites of his marble bathtub. “A new thing?” Kei questioned. He was curious about it.

“….there’s a new member. We don’t know who yet,” Kyou said calmly. Kei frowned. “So now it is F.A.8?” Kei asked. “Can I ask the names of those girls again?”

“Sure. Its leader is called Rika Fujimoto. Her younger sister is the co-leader, her name is Juria Fujimoto. The rest of the members’ names are as follows: Arisu Minami, Chiasa Aiba, Kiyoko Sato, Mana Masato, Yuki Minagawa. They make up a group that calls themselves ‘F.A.7’,” Kyou replied immediately.

Kei sighed and got out of the bath, grabbing the towel hanging on the wall and wrapping it around his lower body. He opened the bathroom door to reveal a young boy of about 18, with short brown hair and brown eyes. “Your bathrobe,” Kyou said, passing Kei the bathrobe he held in his arms. Kei took them and smiled again at the younger boy, putting it on gratefully. “Kyou, you know last week someone came to ask me for the position of my personal manager?”

Kyou’s expression tightened. “…and what did you tell that person?”

“I told him I wasn’t interested and that I already had a manager. And he was acquainted with F.A.7. He gets information from them. I can’t be bothered with that kind of people, “ Kei said matter-of-factly as they walked down the long corridors back to Kei’s room. Kyou’s tense expression lifted, and he smiled up at Kei. “Ah… I guess you shouldn’t. I hope that person wouldn’t come back again.”

“If he does, I am not going to talk to him,” Kei muttered to Kyou with a deadpan expression on his face.

In the Dead of the Night, 3:24 AM

A lone figure climbed over the walls and fell onto the grass patch in the backyard of Asamura’s mansion. There was a muffled yelp and a rustle of leaves. Then there was silence. Good thing there wasn’t any security around that area. Yuuka had lucked out. After confirming that there isn’t anyone around, Yuuka sat up and rubbed his ass. He fell onto it when he leapt off the high walls. He was surprised that he didn’t break anything from the height he had fell from ( over 2.5 metres!). Yuuka used a tree to climb over the wall – the gardening outside needed some work.

At least now he was in the grounds. But where is he going to head to? This house is so big. Ugh, I better find a way in soon… And then, I shall take a really embarrassing picture of him, hohohohoho~ Yuuka thought, a really evil expression on his face right now. Nothing else matters. He just needed that high paying job of 100,000 yen weekly! He’d earn loads and he’d be able to pay for his school fees!

But… now what should he do?

Thank you for reading! ;D R&R please! Its not over yet and I liked this idea a long time ago. So I wanted to pen it out this time! Sorry for any mistakes along the story!