June 30/Impatient/PG/Closed

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Character(s): Mamoru Renjou, Hiromi Komachi
Time: 2:30PM
Location: Courtyard

After storming away from the cafeteria with an empty stomach an hour and a half ago, Mamoru had tried to find a place where he could be alone since. But he just had to be the teen actor "Ryuuji Ichinose", Japan's current heartthrob. He had probably stopped about a dozen times in the middle of the hallways to take pictures, sign autographs, and give girls with crappy bodies hugs. Fuck, he hated being an actor. What he hated even more was acting as the kindest and sweetest actor in all of Japan.

But Mamoru really did treasure acting, because he really loved it. He wouldn't admit that, though. Especially right now. He was pissed that he was forced to teach here at this stupid school he had never even heard of before. He didn't have his assistants who came to him whenever he needed something, and no longer had anyone to boss around anymore.

Mamoru finally found a corner of the courtyard where there were absolutely no people. He seated himself on a wooden bench, glad to have finally found a secluded area. Here, nobody could annoy him. The thing was, if someone did approach him, he couldn't even tell them to fuck off. He would have to once again act as Ryuuji Ichinose and politely tell them that he was resting and didn't want to be disturbed.

Fuck my life.

God, he thought that his first experience at an actual school in his entire life would at least be better than this. He had always yearned for a "normal" social life, but had never received one. After all, Mamoru had been an actor ever since he could walk and talk.

There really was nobody in this whole damned place that he liked. He was sure of it.

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Hiromi's pathetic disguise worked. And she finally got what she wanted. Isolation. But did she really want it?

She definitely didn't want to turn into an idol and get bombarded by fans at this school, and better yet, she didn't even want the press to find out her hiatus was in this school.

But as she went through her school life more and more...she realized she wanted attention.
Not that kind of attention, but she really wanted true admiration. True respect and trust. She wanted to give that to someone herself. But dreams didn't come true. They never did for her. She was living the dream, surely. A normal society so far at the Aozora...but she sort of missed the attention. She missed being the diva queen she was. She missed all of it actually.

She hated acting for stupid movies, acting as stupid characers, putting up faces to people that respected her to act in a way she didn't want to. But she had to, she needed money, especially since she was emancipated. But she loved it. So much. Acting was literally her life, all the characters and movies she brought to life. She just...
she couldn't help but smile. At least she could to live out that dream.

She sighed and walked around the corner, deciding to sit on the wooden bench in the corner of the Courtyard, not even recognizing the boy next to her yet, deep in her thoughts. She took her glasses off and shook her head a bit. No one would recognize her here, at least.

She sighed though, thinking there would be no one that she could actually meet and respect in this place, huh?

OOC: Sorry just kind of wanted to mirror it to show the similarities?;;;;;;;

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(OOC: That's fine!)

Mamoru's head had drooped slowly against the wall the bench was leaning against. He was tired, and had hardly gotten any sleep last night. He was too busy fighting with his parents over the phone about how he really wanted to get the hell out of that stupid school. The last thing he wanted to do was to teach.

Suddenly, he felt another weight on the bench. He glanced up from his position to see that a girl had voluntarily sat down. Don't tell me she's one of those fangirls. he groaned, but he forced himself to sit up regularly. While doing this, the girl had taken off her glasses. She looked considerably different without her glasses, Mamoru realized.

In fact, she looked familiar. But that didn't matter right now. All that mattered right now was this bitch took a seat next to him right when he was in a crappy mood. He really didn't want to deal with her right now, but Mamoru knew he had no other choice. He quickly put on one of his best Ryuuji Ichinose smiles.

"Hi." he said, his voice perfectly kind, "What's your name?"

[mellie427]

A voice took her out of her thoughts, the thoughts that loomed very close to her mother and how her depression medicine was delivered to her late, and she had to act so pitiful and delusional in front of her math teacher.

She looked next to her, and realized there was actually someone sititng next to her. She couldn't help but feel he looked familiar...but all recognition escaped her at the moment.

She smiled. "I'm Hiromi, you?" She asked kindly. Well, he was smiling at her and giving her a kind look. But she couldn't help but feel it was fake...
Then she realized something, it was fake. Her analytical skills in acting had taught her how to pick up the little details in movement, behavior, and body language when someone was acting and not. She frowned. "You're not really smiling, are you?" She asked him, giving him a solemn look and hinting at the fact that she could see he was just acting.

She was still struggling with the name...She thought it started with an R. Ahh...
She knew he was one of Japan's biggest teen idols, someone she respected because he was her age and had just as much acting talent and potential. But they never worked together, her alerts had told her about him. So surely, he wouldn't recognize her? She still kept on the face she had minutes ago, the smile that she kept perfectly intact, that didn't show any fault to any indifferent thoughts.

She hated to think she was superior...she had both deals from China and Korea, besides Japan, and was not limited to Japan only. Especially her work on a movie in America. It was her first English and American movie. Which meant, if it was popular, she could become an American teen acting idol as well. That was why she guessed people thought she was more talented than him. And it certainly helped her recognition. She decided not to bring up the questions she had as to his occupation until she learned his name. Maybe he was different?

Though they looked painstakingly similar...she couldn't dismiss her doubts.

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"I'm Hiromi, you?"

Mamoru suddenly felt frustration rise in him once again. How could she not know who he was?! Like that one girl from the cafeteria said, posters of him were probably all over the dorms of over half of the girls in this school. He definitely didn't like how annoying some of the fangirls were, but it wasn't as if he wanted to not be known.

God, he had only just met this girl and she was already ticking him off. Mamoru instantly wished that she didn't look so familiar. If she didn't who he was, then didn't want to know who she was either. Jesus christ.

"Hi Hiromi~" he greeted cheerfully, "Oh, you don't know me? That's okay. I'm Ryuuji Ichinose! Maybe you've heard of me before?" he chuckled. However, his grin immediately faded when he saw the girl's frown.

"You're not really smiling, are you?"

Mamoru was definitely taken aback, but he forced himself to sit still. What? How could she see through him so easily? Fuck. he thought sourly. Of all people that could have sat down next to him, it was her. "Eh? What do you mean?" He asked, "Of course I'm smiling~" he laughed.

As he was talking, he focused on trying to figure out why Hiromi seemed so familiar. Who exactly was she? Being in the acting industry since he was born, he had seen many people. But this particular girl seemed to stand out. He never saw her in person before, he was sure of it. Then where could he have seen her?

In a picture? No, that wasn't it.

And then suddenly it hit him. In a movie! He wasn't completely sure yet, but he was positive. He had seen her face in a movie before. Still, the boy remained quiet, waiting for what she would say next.

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She began to inspect him a little more curiously, the only thing you could notice of that was the way she squinted her eyes.
Irritance? Did she do something already? She hadn't been around the school a lot, so maybe she did...do something out of place? Maybe it's her slight illiteracy in Japanese? She didn't know, but felt saddened at the fact already. Ugh, she could never get along with pe--
Wait wait wait was that longing? Did he want something from her? She inwardly sighed, she couldn't really ask for it, could she? But she felt so oblivious...

Ryuuji Ichinose.
The realization hit her. She smiled wryly.
"You're...the most popular teen idol of Japan, right?" She asked, for confirmation, thought it might have been a little teasing too. "I'm sorry, the names escaped me, so I couldn't be sure. Everyone famous seems to come here, huh?" She asked and stretched her arms in front of her. "I really respect you." she said solemnly, but didn't look him in the eyes. "Your acting is too good." Too good for Japan, she wanted to say. He could become a near-world wide phenomenon. But she felt it would be too offensive. And as long as he didn't say anything about her identity, she wouldn't tell him about it.

Though, she wouldn't mind if he found out, which she figured he would. With the way he struggled in his thoughts. She placed all her trust, in someone she found was similar to her, even though he might deny it if she told him.

She shook her head and gave him a serious look. "If you're going to act in front of me..." She sighed and took a pause. What could she say besides, 'oh i'm such a good actor you've got much to improve on'? She would never say that, but it sounded like the only option.
"Just please don't. I'd really hate that. You look like you hate putting up that nice face anyways." It wasn't as if she had a natural talent to read people, it's just that if you've been acting for years...you get good at it. And so does your ability to understand the art. And the other actors.

"So." She broke the silence he started.
Feeling a little worried about the question of her identity, though he probably realized it by now. Maybe she shouldn't have taken off her glasses...
Yup, she should have. She concluded she was stupid for taking it off.
She gave him a skeptical gaze. "What are you doing here? Don't you have to go appease some mass fangirl population or play in some new Japanese movies?"

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"You're...the most popular teen idol of Japan, right? I'm sorry, the names escaped me, so I couldn't be sure. Everyone famous seems to come here, huh?"

Is this idiot taunting me? Mamoru thought sourly. For a girl, she sure knew how to fight. Mamoru could just hear the disdain in her voice. She doesn't believe a word I'm saying. he realized. Still, he was willing to keep trying to convince her that he was definitely the kindhearted, loving Ryuuji Ichinose. His career was on the line, wasn't it?

"I really respect you. Your acting is too good."

"Oh, thank you." he laughed, "That's a flattering compliment."

She doesn't believe a word I'm saying. he repeated, but to his surprise he found that his previous anger and frustration was slowly melting away. He no longer felt as afraid about what she could do if she found out. After all, wasn't he always complaining about having to act like someone he wasn't?

"Just please don't. I'd really hate that. You look like you hate putting up that nice face anyways."

Mamoru gave in. The smile from his face dropped and was instead replaced with a scowl. "Whatever, whatever, you saw right through me." he admitted quickly, looking the other direction. Still, Mamoru felt a small seed of relief inside of him. The sort of feeling that went oh, hey! I don't have to pretend anymore, do I?

"What are you doing here? Don't you have to go appease some mass fangirl population or play in some new Japanese movies?"

Mamoru was surprised that she still wanted to continue the conversation, despite knowing that he had just faked everything else. "Uh," he began, still a bit shocked, "Nah. I was forced to come here and teach. It's a fucking useless idea, but whatever. I was forced... and how about you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "What are you doing at a school that you don't need to go to? You're an actress, aren't you?" he asked, positive of who she was now.

[mellie427]

The boy was starting to become amusing, she could see the glares and the silence only added to the tension on his side. She couldn't help but take this opportunity to mess with someone that was the same age and had the same acting ability as her. Maybe she would just pretend he wasn't even real. No one thought she was. But okay okay, he was, and she did actually respect him. It was nice to finally meet him in person. She sighed and cut it out, she would save it for later, at the least.

She laughed along too, though she knew it was fake. "I hope you take it seriously." She said, a little quietly.

"Whatever, whatever, you saw right through me." He scowled.

Hiromi responded with a smile. Victory! And it was good to see him act the way he was, even if he was going to possibly yell at her. "Not so kind-hearted, eh Mr. Ichinose?" She joked. "Well it's good to see you relax." She couldn't look at his face clearly, to pick up any other emotions, but she could hear in his voice he was relieved.

And then as she asked that, she wondered why he took a pause to answer and pouted. "Do you hate me already?" But then he responded, and she let it go. "Teach?" She repeated, shocked herself. She paused for a minute."Actually...I was invited here to teach. But I refused, and I certainly wasn't forced..." She shook her head. Maybe they chose him to replace her? They were the same age and all... "I chose to be a student, under someone's dying wish and another's persistence." She said, and not exactly smiled, but it wasn't a frown either.