There was nothing new today. It was the same, like always.
He took his jacket and gracefully slipped into it. Then put on his sunglasses, hung his headphones on his neck and prepared a faint—but deadly—smirk, as he headed outside.
"Now just walk straight and don't say anything."
He raised an eyebrow at the man who instructed him what to do. Of course, he knows what he's supposed to do at times like this, he has been doing this for two years now, there's no need to treat him like a newbie.
He's nearing the exit door and as expected, a lot of people are waiting for him. Now he's contemplating whether to use his "LIKE A BOSS" expression (resembling a mafia leader) or his "I'M SO FLUFFY" expression (also known as his 'Kawaii' version) or his sure kill, silent but deadly, "SO HOT MAKES THE WORD COOL WARM" (or something like that).
Well whatever. He'll surely get all of them, anyway.
Here goes.
Camera flashes here and there, screams and wails all over the place, bodyguards trying to keep everyone from even touching his hair—this was all typical, as he expected.
Despite the chaos he had caused, it was in the rule book (the No Comment Rule to be exact) to never entertain anyone and walk straight until you reach the car. He could hear questions being thrown at him: "How was your trip to China?" "Where are the other members?" "Is it true about you and that actress?" and "Did you do plastic surgery?"
All ridiculous questions would be answered in proper time, or by the management, and not by him. He wouldn't—
"What can you say about the new girl group? They said they were your female version!"
—answer.
Well, screw that.
He stopped on his tracks, receiving a what-the-hell-do-you-think-you're-doing look from his bodyguards and manager. He brushed them off, turned around and faced the reporters with his flawless face.
"Female version, eh?" he whispered to himself. With a wide grin (his famous grin, mind you) he commented, "Well," he cleared his throat. The reporters hurriedly took their notebooks and recorders, waiting for a probable headline for tomorrow's entertainment section.
"I think they're cheap versions of us," he said then walked away like nothing happened.
The reporters look at each other, shocked at the comment he just left.
Now that would surely be headlines.
Today was definitely like any other days. Camera flashes, reporters with ridiculous questions, fans screaming everywhere, and Yoh Asakura making headlines.
Ah, the life of a superstar.
:::
"Hey, Anna, have you seen it? Heard it? Read it?" Pirika grunted.
"What?"
Pirika threw three tabloids at her then turn on the television.
'I THINK THEY'RE CHEAP VERSIONS OF US.'
Anna's eyes narrowed.
If there's one thing that should be written in the rule book, that is to never ever make the Ice Queen mad.
Now Superstar Yoh Asakura just earned himself some antis.
Worse, it's Anna Kyouyama.
:::
Today was definitely like any other days. Camera flashes, reporters with ridiculous questions, fans screaming everywhere, and Yoh Asakura making headlines—
"So Yoh, what can you say with the headlines I made?" He grinned.
—courtesy of his evil twin brother.
Ah, the life of a superstar.
HELLO EVERYONE! This is the Preview for my new fanfic, SUPERSTAR please anticipate and give it lots of love just like what you did for Last Chance! :)
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DISCLAIMER: Shaman King © Hiroyuki Takei