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How K.Ito met Kurorin	By : Farfarello Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Daisuke Asakura Family Views: 847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Kenichi Ito or Michihiro Kuroda, this is a work of fiction for fun. No money was made from this, only a vain attempt to get this idea out of my mind.

Chapter List
- 1-How K.Ito met Kurorin
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
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"Kuroda-san, Kuroda-san, whatever shall I do with you?"

Michihiro kept still, trying hard not to fidget as the two assistants went over a set of finger-sized bruises along one hip. He heard the master stylist click her teeth together and he ventured cracking an eye open just enough to see her disapproving frown. He closed his eye and sucked in his breath as someone swept a brush over his ribs.

Michihiro had forgotten that he had a photo shoot to attend and that it was one where he wore nothing at all. Waking up had been pleasant enough, although the awkwardness of sharing his small bathroom with the overly tall Ito had been a strange change. He hadn't had the time to think it over, to let it soak into his skin and make it's way home when the phone rang with Julia on the other end asking if he remembered their session that day. He had to hurry through a quick breakfast and a quick walk with Rhapsody before flying to the studio to meet up with the photographer.

And then he remembered exactly why he had been willing to cancel the shoot when she told him to strip.

But the label had went through a lot of trouble to get the English-born photographer and her crew to work with him, so he couldn't let them down. He had at least to be thankful that all they needed was to cover the bruising and scrapes and did not need to draw on muscle definition or hide other skin conditions. He also was glad that his gymnastic background made him ignore his stiff muscles, otherwise he would have a hard time even moving, let alone work some of the poses he was asked to do.

"I never expected you to show up in such a state," Julia was saying. Michirhiro opened his eyes a crack, seeing her bend over her camera and fiddle with something. A hiss had him closing his eyes and holding his breath as a stylist applied make-up to his face.

"I forgot," he said once it was safe to speak. A stylist popped up and he had to look up while they applied eyeliner. "First day celebrations."

"At least you didn't come in with a broken arm."

"Uh. . ."

"Kuroda-san! Hold still."

He froze and waited until the artists moved on from his face to the bite marks along his collar bone. One more pat of a cotton ball and he was as ready as he would ever be. Julia said something in English – too quick and with her accent he did not get it all – and then started directing the poses. With a sigh, he blanked his mind, moving the way she asked, directing glances at the camera that were half-shy, half-wanting, and tried not to think about anything, especially about being naked in a room of women.

Thankfully the session wasn't too long. After about two hours, he was shooed off to clean the make-up off and get dressed. Another twenty minutes to look at the shots and how they were going to be processed, and he headed back for the studio. He hoped that nothing had occurred between Baba and Ito without him there. He almost expected to see flames shooting out of the windows, but everything was quiet. Too quiet.

Michihiro walked into the studio slowly, peeking around corners, and nearly scaring a staff member. Deciding that he was being ridiculous, he stopped it and headed straight for the conference room. Most of the band was gone, Okuda and Konnno were the only two sitting in the room, scratching away at realms of paper. Michihiro put his bag down and picked up a pile of paper and stared at the familiar scrawl.

"Baba kidnapped all the guitarists and they went into the recording studio, Kuroda-san," Okuda said, jumping to his feet.

"Oh?"

"You know guitarists." He shrugged and sat down, drawing something on the bars in front of him. "Ito-san's guitar sparked some kind of competition."

Michihiro dropped the papers and rushed out of the room. It took him a minute to get to the recording booths where he found Nagai and Katsuragi sitting alone sharing a smoke. Michihiro peered around but he saw no sign of Baba or Ito. They hadn't gone far though since both guitarists left their instruments behind. Ignoring Katsuragi's hello, he left the room and started checking all the rooms.

He vaguely realized that he had interrupted a couple other bands in practice when he finally found the two missing guitarists. They were behind the studio, Ito wiping blood off his chin and Baba poking his fingers through a hole in his shirt. At Michihiro's appearance, Ito jumped to his feet and ran inside but Baba stayed where he was laying and looked up at him.

"Baba," Michihiro started to say but the guitarist cut him off.

"I was only reminding him to treat you right."

Michihiro blinked and squatted down. "Why?"

Baba frowned and stretched out. "You were a wreck when we first met. Yeah, you got better but everyone knew that you had a hard time after leaving them. And you talk when your drunk – no, not enough for people to know exactly who you're talking about but enough. Everyone heard about your photo shoot, and I put the pieces together."

"And then you hit Ito?" Michihiro's head was starting to throb, but he managed to keep his voice calm.

Baba laughed. "Nah. We started pushing each other but his ring got caught in my shirt and then my head ran into his chin and he bit his tongue. We weren't fighting, not really."

He closed his eyes. "Baba. . ."

"You're my friend, Kuroda-san. I don't want to see him hurt you any more."

"He won't."

Baba looked at him for a long moment before nodding and standing up. He brushed off the dirt from his rear and ran a hand through his hair. Michihiro stood up as well and walked with him to the door. Baba stopped and reached out to lightly smack him on the arm.

"But next time you show up with that many bruises, I get to smack him on the head."

"I think you will have to wait in line," Michihiro replied with a grin and stepped inside the building.
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