They dared to lay a hand on you?·:
❝Y-Yuki-chan might actually kill me….❞ She had been warned to be careful around her fans. They were strangers, after all. And she was–but not enough. She had went to autograph a picture she had been handed by one of her said fans…and they reached over the rope that had seperated them–attempting to grab her and…well. Off went her top. Well-most of it, rather. They had, unfortuantely, tugged particularly hard. And even when she told them to stop–they had not. They insisted on trying to hold onto her.
She was quick to flee, before any paparazzi could show up to spam photo taking.
She quickly follows him, seating herself onto the stool in the dressing room, without question as to his judgement nor commands. ❝I-I’m sorry, Maica-chan!❞ She exclaimed, sapphires nearly watering up–before remembering she was wearing make up ( although, at this point-that too was already smudged from her earlier tears. ) and was already in a bad enough state.
She holds herself still for him–blues watching as he works quickly; pinning, tucking, folding, and adjusting where he could. He then begins to work on her hair–the previous cute pony tail she had was now let down, and insteal a smaller, half pony tail was gathered and formed. A curling iron was used to give her hair a bit of bounce, helping distract any onlookers. By the time he finished, her bralette couldn’t be seen–unless you looked closely, and you had to be looking.
She stands–albiet more carefully than she normally would, hugging onto the rednette before her. ❝Maica-chan! You’re a savior!❞ She exclaims, sapphires vibrant–and not due to her crying. She then sits herself back down, allowing him to start on her make up.
❝W-Well….I-I was greeting some fans by the side gate…they were nice! Just wanting an autograph….and then they weren’t..❞
A deep breath was taken in, then let out. . . No. One more breath for good measure, he HAD to calm himself.
“Yes. . . I see. I’m beginning to see VERY clearly. What I’m hearing is that Yuki isn’t going to kill YOU, it’s going to be THEM. Why weren’t you with your body guard? Did you dismiss them? Again?”
It wasn’t the first time and he was very quickly realizing, it was FAR from the last time. In fact, he was going to start looking for body guards that even if she told them to leave, WOULDN’T because her current one was far, FAR too incompetent.
He could think of a few good names.
First, however, he examined her a bit more, before letting out a sigh of RELIEF. She, herself, wasn’t injured, although he had a feeling she had had a MAJOR blow to her mental health in terms of fan trust -- AGAIN -- but that could be worked on another time.
“What did they look like? I need to at least report them, because if they’re THAT willing to get handsy with you, they might disrupt the performance just to get your attention. That’s how those CRAZED ones work.”
Of course, this was a mere COVER UP for the fact that Maica was going to PERSONALLY see that this fan didn’t hurt anyone else. His anger, while masked to his golden sun, was BOILING over.
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