| Brothers Conflict || Underside of the Camera || 1-on-1 Rp | [Belladonna]

A conflict of brothers, somehow it felt common, even if the conflict wasn’t exactly over commonplace things. Fuuto didn’t actually care though. He would win any silly little conflict that passed through their area. He was an idol, striving to be an actor, and he was going to be absolutely victorious. Of course, he wasn’t going to go out of his way to abuse his popularity at school – he already had gotten past that run, a little. Not that he hated being the talk of the town. Not at all, not at all. Responsibility, he would impress his family – though, he had no reason to need to, since they were obviously so proud of him and couldn’t do any better than him anyway.

In preparation for all school testing and everything, Fuuto had a study partner – though Louis probably knew her first. This girl, Yuna, got it. Life was the oyster that belonged to oneself and no one could deny chasing it. Yuna, a recent popular hit Fuuto had become aware of when she reached it – though he knew her more by “Mikki” at that moment. She was interesting and Fuuto liked that. What he wasn’t as fond of was the attention she got for being a girl in the house. While it wasn’t as strong of an attention as Ema received, a choice few talked to her more than once.

Fuuto just wanted her to give him her attention only.

That was selfish, but he was just that. He couldn’t deny that either. School, he wasn’t really interested in it for the most part, but education was necessary. An awareness of the world and he could take everything. And with the different jobs he was about to land. He had opportunity.

“Yuna,” he said, approaching her quickly. Bold as he was, he leaned over her shoulder. He wouldn’t let her get away too easily. That was how he operated, and that was how he’d stay. It was simple. Get others jealous, and bank on that jealousy.

~*~

“Mii-kun, we have scheduled your next interview. The spot is open for about… an hour from now and we want you to go to it. It’s not far away. Here is your information on the interviewee and your directions.”

“All right, on my way, Nakagawa-san,” Misoka responded to her boss with a smile and nod, collecting the paperwork intended for her usage. She glanced down at the address and set off to the destination. Her car was a tiny thing, papers scattered about the back of it, mostly on the floor. This was the excitement of her life.

Not long ago, she would not have expected to be doing thing like this. Video reviews of games, written projects, what a life she lived. She loved every moment of this life. The cruise line of her drive allowed her to look over who she was set to interview.

Asahina, Tsubaki

The well-known seiyuu who was reaching on his prime, prime years. The name Asahina rang familiar – probably from the fact that one of the recent developers that she had been working with just a little was named Asahina, Natsume. It was either coincidence or actual relation, but she wasn’t positive. Not at the moment.

She parked right outside where she needed to be, right on time to make sure she studied it over a few more times. This interview was a big deal, she knew it.

She entered after brushing up on her notes, making sure her notebook was ready, her camera and tripod in her pack. She showed her press badge, gaining passage to the interview spot.

She quickly set up her tripod and camera and nodded to the popular voice actor, bowing her head to him, “It’s… Nice to meet you. I am Misoka Ebina, from Media Insider. I thank you for this time.” She smiled. Comparing him to his picture, she could see why he was popularized. “I have just a few questions regarding your recent releases, if you don’t mind.”

 

It was true that Fuuto had, well, slept in that morning. There was no way that he, enrolled in the school system, could get away with missing more than a few days here and there, due to how close his darling older brothers paid attention to his habits. Quite frankly, Ukyou and Masaomi were practically riding his ass until he got out of bed. There were certain things Fuuto wanted, and soon, he’d be able to hold those things over his brothers and not have to listen to them. They could be such a nuisance, but nothing was more of a nuisance than “Big bro Yuu” and his “idiot big sis.”

With the next day being Valetine’s Day, he knew there would piles of chocolate at his feet and in his shoe locker. As an idol, he could escape that. The only chocolate he was currently interested in, however, was chocolate from Yuna.

Look at Yuna, and she was probably pretty “basic” to most, in the plainest terms - a typical high school girl, that meant. Fuuto thought more of her than that though. That was why he chose the actions he did. He had nothing planned for the next day, no concert, all the freedom. There would disappoint fans, but they were as much in his clutches as ever, so they’d be over it instantly. That sleeping in, the getting up, the actually going to school, lead to where he was: Leaning on Yuna’s shoulder.

She hid behind a magazine – leading him to think that she was embarrassed. Good. If only he could see the look on her face. How dare he deprive her of such a sight! Still, it was the position he picked. Just knowing that he had such an influence over the girls of his school was something he just loved. “You know that wouldn’t be fun. You should feel lucky,” he whispered.

His fans, so dedicated that caused her to act so… reserved was sort of the word, so he went with that. “So? A little late won’t hurt.” He said this, not too thrilled with the fact that she had broken her indulgence of his whim and went from leaning her head against his to flicking him in the face. Still, he wasn’t about to let her win – or at least let her go without a few final words. Did he care about the fact that girls didn’t like the fact that he paid attention to Yuna? No, it amused him.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, whispered something too quick and low for her to actually hear – were they words at all? That was a secret Fuuto so cleverly kept. He then released her and said, “Just kidding~" He laughed before watching her for a moment more, "Class then.”

~*~*~*~

Her makeup was perfect, just the right amount of natural and color. Misoka guaranteed herself a clean workday in which she presented herself the best she could. This was publicity for a new game – which she had already sampled – and she and her press group was more than willing to give them it. An interview with such a popular seiyuu at such short notice was something Misoka thought was a surprising feat, but she never did underestimate her boss’s ability to get the appointments that really counted – and she didn’t don’t the influence her job had in the field.

That was why when she walked in the room, she presented herself as gracefully as possible. She was grateful to be conducting this interview. She would turn on the camera when it was time. “I look forward to working with you as well, Mr. Asahina.” She was calm – oh, but he was very attractive. Smooth, handsome features and gorgeous eyes. He looked familiar, somehow, perhaps in the face… the eyes? Something. But she swore that this was the first time they had met.

Misoka had to think about it, about whether or not she had met this male before. Had she met Tsubaki before? Somehow, she felt as if she had, though the matter was, she didn’t think so. She folded her hands in her lap, pursed her lips, and thought a bit more, conducting the best answer. “I don’t believe we have, Mr. Asahina. Though, I have worked with the game company before, as well as here. Though I’m not a voice actor or idol, I have gained popularity as a reporter.”

She hadn’t expected to have received questions like that herself, but she tried to answer it as properly as possible. She was curious though, about him, outside of just the game. “I don’t believe we’ve met before, though.”

She was concerned that maybe she had forgotten him and had met him before, but she swore to herself that she would have definitely never forgotten such a face. Was perhaps the familiarity of it fate’s twistedly beautiful way of connecting people? Thinking quickly but remaining calm, she decided that, post-interview, she’d give him her contact information as per her business card – a small stack of them sat in her purse, which was beside her chair.

The interview, then, was scheduled to begin soon. She felt as if it would be over-quickly, but still remain eternity. And she, when they both were ready, would began with her first question, “What do you think is your favorite feature of the upcoming game? Was working on it a memorable experience?”

Fuuto knew that Yuna had be reveling in the attention a little. Even if she didn’t show it, she had to know that of all the girls in the world, she was his choice to do this to. He had to make sure to stake his claim on what he wanted after all. He was absolutely fine with it being public – he didn’t care if others were bitter. This was his choice. He would embrace it.

He was having too much fun.

He knew her reaction; he knew she had to take it in, that she had turned red. It was his words that took her faraway, into a will that she could very well be his. Maybe one day he’d tell her exactly what he said, though maybe he wouldn’t. He could hold it over her head and all she’d keep would be to remember the feel of him being so close and his smirk with a Just Kidding~! Fuuto felt as if even her reaction was something that fell perfectly into place. He had everything it all worked out. He caught her hint easily. It was something that everyone around them was to be jealous of – the free-spirit to simply be with one another. He took in the attention those girls gave him as mere fuel to his ego, but he’d never give them time of day – maybe a smile, since they were technically his fans, but he had intentions on who he felt like talking to.

The library. Fuuto immediately knew that was where Yuna was heading. That was the place for any private matter they could have. Fuuto, though, was thoroughly amused that he was able to get Yuna to so easily give in. Perhaps she was accepting her fate? Either way, he knew exactly where she would be. The private little nook was their corner. He waited for a moment, knowing that even then his little ‘fans’ were complaining. He walked right past them to the library, entering it. He had no initial intentions of going to class that day anyway – even if it meant a brother or two telling him that he should take his schooling “more seriously.”

He slipped through the library to the spot where Yuna was, finding her easily. “Wanted to be with me privately, huh?” He smirked, taking a seat and resting his head against his hand. He reached out, just so, grabbing Yuna’s arm. He didn’t say anything, but he kept his grip relatively tight. He watched her reaction, as if indirectly saying that she really shouldn’t look at any other male but himself. Fuuto was known to be direct; he was known to being blunt and this was no exception. This wasn’t for display, no, this was for something in an entirely different ballpark.

“Hmm?” he said. Was she ready to spend this time with him? Fuuto was ready to simply make some fun out of this – this time that he now had to be able to spend with her. They had been so separate for such an amount of time. He wasn’t letting this time get away from him. “Hey, you’re enjoying this, of course, huh?” He phrased it as a question, with a question tag and all, but it was much more of a statement than anything. He could tell. Maybe he was “off” but then again, he probably wasn’t, since it was her and he was himself.

~*~

“That would be me,” Misoka nodded, but hearing the word cute slip from his mouth and be directed at her causes a twinge of pink to color her cheeks. It was..! Well, at least his words confirmed to her though that Tsubaki and Natsume knew each other, were close – family was very likely. She had reviewed quite a bit of games from that company previously, and this one was the next on the list once it was closer to the release date. Still, she wasn’t sure if it was proper to be this excited. She had thought about it and Tsubaki had voiced in many of them, not just this one. She loved her job, giving her the opportunity to speak to so many interesting people.

Then it was time for the interview, one so pointed towards the fans of both Tsubaki and the game. Come to think of it, Tsubaki and Azusa were quickly rising in the ranks of popularity, both so sought after, and Misoka was sitting there interviewing him. It was quite amazing. She, in turn, wanted this interview to go just perfectly well.

She watched him as he answered her questions, fully listening to his response. She nodded. His words made her look forward to the game even more – his enthusiasm and belief in the game was just what was needed, so it seemed. Of course, the precedent knowledge she had on the game helped – twists? Turns? She was privileged to be tasked on the review force of this company’s games, honestly. Even still, she would think about every word she said and act as on point to the job as possible. “It certainly sounds like a game fans and newcomers alike would be excited to pick up.” She took note, quick ones so she could write an interview report for the print version later.

“Was the development process smooth for you to be involved in? Did you enjoy working with your fellow cast members?” She asked, then followed up with a few other loose end questions. It was never intended to be a lengthy interview, merely a small, hype-rusher one. It was a smooth process, this interview was, and Misoka was relieved.

Hearing his remark about him having the demo, however, sparked her interests. The game itself wasn’t to be out until a few months from this moment. Naturally, she wanted to play the demo. It would mean more time with Tsubaki – was that… yes, it was fine, should be at least. Somehow, her face turned a bit red thinking about it though – was it because of his reputation? Was it something else? Something else did fit the bill better, actually, since Misoka really did, in the plainest terms, find him to be an attractive male. “I think it would be fun!” She couldn’t, wouldn’t turn down such a kind offer. “I would love to try it out, if you really don’t mind. Thank you very much.”

However, the “whens” and “wheres” were in order, and since the interview was over – again, smooth moving – she had the time to talk. So she asked him – and as long as she reported in and got her work done, she had the time. Really, this was already something she could sat she was looking forward to, and it wasn’t just because she really enjoyed playing the games made by this company.

He could’ve taken longer, a choice to arrive “fashionably late” but what good would that do when there was a higher chance of being caught walking around outside of class out of the library? Still, it was obvious that they both were aware of the other when he arrived in their spot – their spot that had been there and chosen specifically to skip classes and talk at. Of course, his entrance was as grand as he could manage it.

Fuuto even managed to cut off any possible scolding, any possible reprimanding, just by a small movement. That was the power he so enjoyed, and he’d play with it as much as he so pleased. She couldn’t really get away from it really. She should know that she was in it for the long haul. Persistent and never giving up on what was his, that was the way. He saw the way her cheeks colored when he grabbed her; his stare never left her. It wasn’t odd to him: he was asserting himself. If people thought they were a couple, it could cause quite a stir, but his actions did that enough. It was fine. In fact, he did want people to think they were a couple. It would be a lot more entertaining that way, really.

The arm he kept his grip on was between them as she sat down and, even as she rested against him, he didn’t let it go. There was no one to actually see it, but that didn’t matter. Two weeks of her absence and he was going right back to his normal. Activity after activity, he had been relatively busy preparing for assorted concerts and modeling jobs. He knew that he would be able to come back and pick up right where he left off. Of course the youngest sent a bunch of excited texts to Yuna though. She talked to the family often and she indulged the small one in his excitement. “I’m back and here now, that’s plenty for you,” he whispered, stopping to hear that Ukyo had invited to dinner once. He assumed she had declined since he would’ve heard no end of it from constant texts from said brother Wataru and probably some of the others too. He was selfish, yes, but she was still there.

He still had her right where he wanted her.

Tomorrow, Valentine’s Day, and he would revel in the attention he got. If he even bothered going to school on that day when classes weren’t even really necessary. That was a lot of chocolate though – would he even eat it all? Probably not, in fact, it would likely just go in the pile of sweets that the other brothers would syphon off of. “I do know~” Fuuto said, before turning his head so that he could whisper closer to her, “Do you think I’ll eat all those chocolates? I’m not interested in all of those… Stupid, only a few, only from what’s mine.” Directness was his plan, again, shameless, though he expected her to play it off. He’d keep showing her, naturally.

He didn’t know about any admirer, but no matter what competition would suface, he’d still win her over. He faced forward again, then said, “Hey, we’re having a family dinner tomorrow. You’re coming.” He stated this, but if her schedule disallowed it, was there choice? Still, she liked it there and it would be much more entertaining.

~*~

The other interview, the one for Azusa Asahina, had ended before the one Misoka was conducting with Tsubaki, but that was okay. It had flowed naturally. The results would certainly be pleasing to Taiki Nakagawa, her boss. Misoka herself was content. She then heard Tsubaki say something about tomorrow. Yes, the next day should work. Her job itself wouldn’t have been that busy – she was free, aside from the work she did have, the preparations she needed to complete. Her boss would be fine with it though, overall, since it was information chasing, a chance to get an early look at the new, upcoming game.

She stood, reaching for her purse and putting it over her shoulder. She looked up to see Tsubaki closer, standing near her while holding his phone to her, asking for her own. Removing her phone from her purse, she nodded, “That would be helpful.” However, before he took her phone from her, Azusa approached, his words and questions, and their exchange flustering her just a bit. They were welcoming, the way they conducted themselves. Tsubaki invited her over, and she was surprised. But she couldn’t really turn him down now – he wasn’t harassing her at all. “I don’t want to intrude… are you sure?” It was a family event – wouldn’t it be rude? Since she just met him and… well, he was insistent.

She held out her phone again and then said, “Well, tomorrow it is then.” However, he wanted chocolates? Having been absent of romance – of dating – she tended to forget dates that were considered more “romantic.” So, today, February 13, and tomorrow, February 14… meant noth- wait. That was..! She still didn’t have any plans for tomorrow – had she had the time, she would’ve made chocolate. Maybe another time. Finally, she took his phone and entered her information in his phone after he took hers. Typically, with friends, she put hers in with a contact picture, but here? No. She did enjoy the personal feeling of this, of this exchanging information. This wasn’t for work. This was casual. Looking at it from a non-work standpoint, he was handsome, interesting, and he played games. This would be a chance to relax too…

“What am I doing now? Just packing my equipment up,” she said, grabbing her camera after returning her phone to her purse, planning on checking just how he put in his name later (since some people got creative with that). Then, he was even closer to her, winking and laughing. He was close and she couldn’t help but heat up. “Mister Tsubaki…” She gasped, and she heard Azusa laugh as well. “It’s okay. It’s fine, really.” Maybe it was personality, but for the moment, it wasn’t really like impulsiveness was a bad thing. She grabbed the stand for the camera and compressed down, then putting it back in the equipment bag along with her notes – which she needed to take to her car. “I could go for lunch.” She spoke, looking down at her feet. She returned her gaze to him and smiled, “I just have to get my equipment to my car first.” And honestly, she was looking forward to going out to lunch with him – it would be fun and she’d have the chance to start getting to know him outside of their work; what a day this turned out to be.