Fan Fiction ❯ Beware of Fame ❯ One-Shot

A/N - I wrote this as a short story so that's why it isn't any longer... please r/r!

Beware of Fame

An announcer sadly reads the journal entry of one Yamori Kichiro to the country of Japan for all to hear so that they might learn the truth about fame which is what Kichiro wished.

"My name is Yamori Kichiro, Kichiro being my first name. I used to be one of the top singers in the country; I'm nineteen with black hair and red eyes. My first name means 'lucky son' in Japanese. I suppose earlier in my career that would have been true, but not now.

"Less than one month ago, I was singing all over, traveling across all four islands of Japan just so I could sing and so my fans could hear me. My music style was rock and therefore I attracted a large amount of screaming fans. I had the time of my life because I was doing something I loved. Not much later, I really found out what people mean when they say that fame isn't as great as they say.

"Just after my career started kicking up and I was on the cover of magazines and the front pages of newspapers, I met a man. He wasn't like any other man I had met before and I began to seriously doubt my sexual attraction towards women. When I told my manager this, he frowned and told me not to tell anyone; people just weren't into that.

So anyways, back to the man. He was a lot taller than I because I was only about five feet and five inches; he was six foot two inches. He had midnight blue hair and startling ice blue eyes, the icy opposite to my fiery image.

"When he introduced himself to me as Masuyo, I had to blink to regain my train of thought, his voice was low and soothing and I felt myself turning into a puddle of goo. A few seconds delay and I realized I had yet to introduce myself.

"Yamori Kichiro." I said. He held out his hand and I took it tentatively, shaking it once and then pulling my hand back. I felt like it was love at first sight, no matter what I had once told myself about it being just a myth.

"Unfortunately, before much else could be said, I was called into my manager's office; Masuyo and I had met in the main lobby. He quickly handed me a piece of paper with his number and I smiled, bowing gratefully before I headed off.

"When I got home later that day-the manager had just discussed the usual, upcoming gigs and so on-I took out the piece of paper and went to the phone. I lived in an apartment and not a house because since I lived alone, the extra space would bother me.

"I dialed Masuyo's number and was relieved and nervous all at once when he answered. We conversed for a while before I finally managed to ask him if he wanted to join me for dinner; he happily accepted.

"When I went out to dinner with him a few nights later, I had to choose my wardrobe carefully. Usually I wore expensive leather clothing and some denim and my hair was always wild. I didn't think that it would be a very good idea if I went out to dinner looking like that. So, I had one of the 'runners' go out and buy me something more suitable as I never had the need for something like it before. He came back with a burgundy silk shirt, black slacks and a black jacket made from the same material. It felt kind of weird wearing it, but since it was a nice restaurant that we were going to, I had to look somewhat dressed-up for it; I left my hair the same though as I figured it didn't really matter.

"Masuyo met me there and he was wearing something similar, but with a blue shirt and darker blue pants and jacket. What we had when we went inside is something I can't remember because I wasn't paying much attention anyways. I nearly ran out of the place later on because after a few glasses of wine, I had blurted out that I had an attraction to him. My face turned bright red and I stood up from the table, ready to run. But I didn't leave, Masuyo grabbed my arm and told me not to go; that he thought the same thing.

"After that night, we went out more often whenever I was free. I had a few concerts taking place in the same town so I was staying there for a few weeks before heading off to the next city.

"Sadly enough for me, I never got to the next city.

"I began to notice that Masuyo asked me a lot of questions about myself but when I asked about him, he just changed the subject and never asked me another question about myself for the rest of the night. His behaviour confused me until I realized why he was being so secretive.

"It wasn't long before I realized the depth of my attraction to him and his mysterious personality only making it deeper. So far, I knew only what he looked like, his name and how old he was; he was twenty-three. My attraction went so far that I actually permitted his advances that he began making.

"We had sex a little over a week later. I had never pictured myself as being submissive, but I was easily proved wrong.

"Some may ask why I chose to say that we had 'sex' instead of 'we made love' because afterall, I was in love with him. Well, the answer to that is quite simple, one newspaper headline sums that up very well I'd say. "Yamori Kichiro, a submissive homosexual?" Mind you it isn't a very good headline, but since it's in print it doesn't matter. Not when thousands of copies underneath that title are sold plus all the other variations from other newspapers and magazines.

"Now, my manager is very efficient, he sees the headlines the second they come out in print if not sooner. Now when I say efficient, I also mean intelligent. He was smart and knew just what to do. He dropped me.

"The reason he dropped me was obvious, he hadn't wanted to hurt his reputation and he was also homophobic, something I began to suspect from the first time I told him about Masuyo. Oh yeah, and about Masuyo, some may wonder what happened to him. Well, where do you think all those newspapers got their headline? Masuyo was an undercover reporter that was hired to get to know me and find out my secrets. Well he exploited the deepest and darkest secret anyone in my business could have and ruined my career with it. He told me that it was never his intention but it's not something I can believe, if it hadn't been, then he would never have printed it. So since then I haven't seen him and I don't think I ever will again. No matter how hard I try, I can't get any more record deals, my voice doesn't matter to them at all, the only thing that does is my image which was completely trashed.

"So, right now I'm sitting in my mother's house because she is the only one that wasn't angry about my sexual preference. I'm sitting in my room which will probably be the one I have for the rest of my life and writing all this down. The hurt can never be fully expressed on paper, but what will happen next may. I hope the media gets a real kick out of it too, one person in the media in particular.

"I'm going to leave this entry on my desk in hopes that my mother will do something with it so that others can see the truths about stardom-all the pain and suffering. This isn't the answer, but it's the only way out. Sayonara.

"Kichiro then closed his journal and took out his knife from inside his drawer. He pulled up his sleeves and sliced each wrist deeply, crying the whole time; crying for the loss of love and the loss of his only happiness as revealed by his words in the journal, the tears on the page and the stains on his cheeks.

When his mother found him, he was cold, pale and long since dead." The announcer concluded as the news station went offline and shocked viewers kept back their tears. Kichiro lost his life because of their prejudices, another wonderful talent forever lost to the world.

But no one other than Masuyo's boss will ever know how much the story affected the young reporter. Masuyo quit that very day, eyes red from tears and then disappeared.

[End]

A/N - I may or may not write another version of this that's longer but it will have a higher rating...reviews would be appreciated so I know whether or not anyone wants me to write a sequel.

~Happy 'Lil Slasher~