♪ Ӄɑȋ "Йɑҡɑȋ" Ӈȋɡυɾȋ ♪


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❝ Now look into these gorgeous brown eyes... ❞


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The girl didn't seem to be the least surprised at the implied offer, which made her all the more sophisticated to Kai. Here was a woman who didn’t squeal in his presence, and damn was she sexy. She walked off with a seductive swing in her hips, and Higuri was sure that his phone would be ringing in a few hours. Luckily he had his underpants custom made to restrain certain things at times like this.
Smirking, Kai moved on to the next girl in line. However, his eyes did nonchalantly graze over to Yume no Sikensu—wholly by accident, he swears—where he caught sight of about twenty gazes, all directly at him. He didn’t look for long, but he did see long enough to register the look of seeming outrage on Ishi’s face—along with the looks of confusion on the fan girls’ faces. Kai turned back to his adoring fans, not sure what he did wrong. Yeah, he still had to apologize to Ishi, but that didn’t mean that he had to stop being his sexy manly self and keep attracting ladies, right? They still had some things to settle for the past, but what did they have to settle for the future? And Kai hoped that the girls were thinking that Ishi was angry at the Kai for snatching the girl, not at the girl for snatching Kai—not that Kai considered himself snatched; there was plenty of Nakai to go around. However, the last thing this singer wanted was for his bisexuality to be targeted in the tabloids. His fans probably knew that he was somewhat bisexual, but if it became the center of attention, he’d lose a lot of his fan girls if they figured out that there was something between him and another man (of course, he’d probably gain some yaoi fan girls as well; oh, the choices!).
Kai finished signing the rest of the posters with no other incident, smiling suggestively as usual, and making girls blush redder than the communist flag. He never failed to deliver, and Seiji was relieved, since he finally was able to relax in a corner and wonder about why he ever chose this profession. He’d have been fine with any other singer, and he enjoyed Kai, but the underwear? The suggestive website? Lord, this man was walking porn. Seiji knew that it was one of the singer’s selling points, but that didn’t change the fact that he occasionally would find a spare bra or highly unmentionable outfits lying around Kai’s house when he would come over to discuss business.
When the event was over and people were trailing away, Kai’s table was practically bare—well, at least the table that consisted of the private unmentionables. His CDs sold too, but definitely not as much. Knowing that he still needed to talk to Ishi, Kai wondered whether or not he should pull Ishi aside. It was still professional time, but maybe if Ishi didn’t have anything to do, they could talk about it.
Walking over to Yume no Sikeensu’s table, he uttered, “Kawamura!” He paused, realizing that Ishi was deaf. Oh confound it all. Kai pulled out his phone, looked up the singer’s number and rapidly texted that he wanted to talk. There. Sent. It was a bit useless, considering he was standing only about twenty feet away, but he would prefer for the interpreter not to know too much.

((Your band name is Yume no Sikeensu, silly! We decided to change it.))