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Famous PersonxRegular

Name: Adaa
Age: 17
Bio: Is a top idol is Japan and is pretty well known in other countries. She specializes in singing, but also acts and models too. She was discovered at 15 and has been working hard to achieve fame ever since. Not much is know about her past and it is very mysterious. Has obvious English ancestry.
Appearance:

Name: Tomoyo
Age: 17 and a half
Bio: Tomoyo is following his family's dream of running a small Japenese restaurant. He tends to know more in the aspect of the buisness and money part than actually running it. He plans on training to be able to know that aspect too in hopes of taking over the family buisness and maybe making it into a more well known restuarant.
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Adaa pulled the cap down more so it cast a shadow over her face. Dark sunglasses hid her eyes from view. Long blond hair was rare in Japan so she had it tucked up under the cap, nervously checking every couple seconds to make sure it was still out of view. She weaved her way through the crowd, trying to keep her presence to a minimum. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that he was still following her.
"Damnit," she whispered as she turned back forward. The man held a camera, obviously the paparazzi. Sighing she picked up her pace almost to a mild jog. She was hoping she could lose him in the crowd and escape in to a cafe or something for a while. She looked back again, seeing that he was closer. "Shit." She picked up her pace more, practically at a run. She glanced back at him and almost smiled in triumph. The man was looking wildly around for her. She did an outright grin, but it quickly died when his eyes moved over to her direction. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She ignored the stares as she began to run again, loosing the man as she turned a corner. She saw a sign for a shop and not bothering to see what it was she opened the door and slammed it closed behind her. She breathed heavily as she leaned against it. It was a restaurant from what she could see and was empty. "Shoot, they are probably closed..."

Tomoyo had been sitting in the back office for awhile now. He was calculating the restaurants budget. He was early, and hadn't bothered to lock the front foor of the restaurant. There wasn't really any huge crime rates in Japan, and so normally he didn't really bother. It was then, that the front door opened and then slammed closed. He jumped, at first thinking it was a horrible person coming to show him that he was wrong for judging Japan's crime rates lowly. And then rationalized that it was most like just one of the family members coming to get ready. He looked at the clock. 2 hours early? His family loved the buisness but they were also lazy. Slowly, he stood up. He had just finished highschool. He was still young. He wanted more in life.....

Tomoyo slid out silently into the actual restaurant part. There stood a girl, with seemingly no hair. He blinked. She couldn't be much trouble or a bad person, could she? He decided he wouldn't judge and smiled. "Can I help you?" He asked politely. If anything he'd say they were closed and she'd have to come back later. But for some reason it looked like she was scared, or was hiding....

She pushed at her cap, some long locks of hair escaping from it. "Uh..." her eyes glanced around before landing on an empty glass. "May I have a glass of water?" She coughed convincingly and staggered a little, but not top much to look over exaggerated. "Please? Water?"

Tomoyo watched her. Well, now he knew she had hair. Slowly he nodded, watching her a bit confused. She looked.... well, he wasn't sure how to describe it. But because she looked like that he would give her a glass of water. He moved behind the long bar counter. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, grabbing a clean glass and filling it with water, before placing it on a coaster on the bar counter. He just hoped she didn't have some big problem that she'd tell him.... Like some disease or something.

She gingery raised herself up on to the stool and sat. She took the glass and drank from it deeply. As she did so she stalled trying to figure out what to say. "Im fine...I was just...out for a jog. And...my asthma picked up...so I raced in here hoping for some water." She was hoping he wouldn't notice that she was obviously not wearing jogging attire. She slipped her glasses off, knowing that it would be odd for someone to keep them on inside and kept her eyes lowered. Due to her unusual colored eyes it kept keeping off the radar hard. She was just very easy to notice what with her silky long blond hair, and amber colored eyes.

Tomoyo wasn't big on keeping up with the new Japenese music artists, so just by looking at someone he wouldn't know who they were. She could be wearing something she wore on a concert and he wouldn't know unless she sung to him. He just nodded, taking her story not really wanting to make her tell the truth. He was stupid, and he knew she wasn't wearing clothes to go jogging. But he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He was a stranger after all. Why would she tell him the truth? He filled her glass up again. If she however was telling the odd truth he didn't want her to feel bad. He had had asthma when he was small and still didn't go running because of it. "I have an extra asthma inhaler if you need it...."

She blinked at his kindness. There was no rush of questions from him, there was just a gently stillness. "Ah..thank you. I am fine." She looked at her hands folded on the counter, the nails were short, and her hands pale and soft looking had callouses. She may be an idol, but she was an idol who didn't shy from working. She was known to practice marshal arts and be rather athletic. She looked up at him and smiled, forgetting about the need to lie low. The smile that the populace knew was perfect and charming. This one was a little crooked and slightly sad, but charming never the less. That was something she couldn't turn off. It was something that all idols needed. If one didn't have charisma, how were they supposed to be liked?

Tomoya just nodded. He froze lightly at her eyes. He hadn't seen those eyes, except maybe once in a USA magazine. He watched her smile. There was a tinge of sadness and it made him sad. He smiled lightly with the corner of his mouth and nodded. "Is something the matter?" He asked out of curiousity. He just couldn't shake off the tinge of sadness in her smile. The smile most might not have noticed, but he did. It was hard to miss it.

Her smile dropped and just a normal, pleasant, but closed off face replaced it. "No, nothing. Thank you for the trouble. I should be going now." She figured the photographer would be long gone by now. And the owner obviously didn't know who she was, but her face had been plastered around enough that he was bound to figure it out sooner then later. She smiled politly at him before dropping down from the stool. She felt her hair tickle her cheeks so she removed her hat, letting her hair spill down her back. She ran a hand through it as she went to tuck it back under the cap.

Tomoyo nodded, and moved his glasses up his nose. He watched her began to leave, and when she took off the hat and let her hair fall down, it took him a few moments before realizing who she was. Well, not really who she was, just that she was on posters around Japan. "Hey, are you missing or wanted or something?" He asked, not sure who she really was, just knew she was on posters, so he was trying to figure out why she was on posters. He was pretty lame that way.

She glanced back at him, her eyes wide. "Uh...not precisely." She snickered slightly, knowing what he had mistaken her for. He was obviously someone who didn't follow the entertainment world, but it was hard to miss her face everywhere around town. He must have mistaken her for someone who was missing other then her being a celebrity. She found him rather cute with his large glasses and boyish features. She grinned at him and snickered some more. "No, Im not wanted." And then thats where she decided to tell him who she was. As she was tucking her hair back up in to the cap she said,"My names Adaa." She grinned at him again, slid on her sun glasses and exited. That was something she had perfected; her exits.

Tomoyo blinked. Well now he felt bad for mistaking her as someone who was wanted or missing. But why else would she be on all the posters? Then her name came out, and he knew it sounded familiar. "My names Tomoyo!" He called after her. He cleaned her glass and then hurried to the back too search up her name. His eyes widened. A pop star had stopped into his restuarant and he didn't even know who she was! He groaned, feeling like an idiot. But thinking back on it, he wouldn't have changed a thing if he'd known who she was. She deserved the right to be treated like anyone else. And he decided not to tell his family, because his little sister would flip.

"Tomoyo," she murmured as she walked at a brisk pace down the sidewalk. She smiled slightly, and shook her head. Maybe she would have to go back sometime and order something to eat. Her cellphone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out. The caller ID stated that it was her manager and that he had already called ten times. Adaa laughs lightly as she answers the phone.

"Hello?"

"Adaa!? Where have you been!? You were supposed to be in the recording studio an hour ago! I agreed to let you get to places on your own, since your not fifteen any more, but I wont let you anymore if you are going to continue to be late." He sighed and she kept back a smile.

"I know, I know. Im sorry. I had to loose a paparazzi. Wasn't it you who said we cant get a leak on anything we are doing right now? If people knew that I was making another recording it would be like an effing bomb went off."

"Watch your language. If people knew that their beloved idol was so foul mouthed their ears would bleed. Get to the studio. Now!" He hangs up the phone and she hakes her head. Same as always. She gets in to a light jog, she really wasn't that far from the recording studio.

Tomoyo was in the back when again the door opened. Though this time he knew it was the family because it was a bunch of steps and they were loud. Loud and a bunch meant his family. So he left the computer on the same page and walked out of the office and into the restaurant. Kasumi ran to her brother. "Tomoyo!" Tomoyo smiled and crouched down, hugging her when she got to him. They were eachothers favorite sibling. His two other brothers were more of the "manly" type, and their other sister was more of the mean type. She looked like she was going to school but she was just ready for a day of staying in the office. She had unusually blonde hair, kind of like Adaa, but it was just because they had a bit of USA decent in them.

"Good Adaa. Thats all for today," she heard said from the speakers in the recording booth. She smiled and bowed saying her thank yous before exiting. She bowed and smiled again.
"Good job everyone, thank you," her voice was slightly weary from hours of singing, but still held that musical quality to it. She smiled again and left the room. She continued to bow slightly and smile as she walked down the hall till she arrived outside. She made her way to the van that was parked to take her home. She was exhausted. Everyday from morning till night she was busy doing something. Yeah, her life was pretty ideal, but it didn't mean she put work in to making it that way. Sighing she ran a hand through her long hair. Thats when she realized how hungry she was. A slow smile spread across her features.
"Driver, could you please take me to this restaurant?" She gave him the name and sat back. She decided to make a surprise visit. When they arrived she told the driver to go ahead and go home since she was not that far from her house and she entered the building.

Little Kasumi was cleaning dishes with Tomoyo, the restuarant almost closed for the night. It was pretty empty from a long day of many customers. Tomoyo hadn't expected to see Adaa again. And Kasumi's eyes widened when she saw her. She put the dish down that she'd been cleaning, took off the small apron and ran around the counter and out to her. "It's you! It's really you!" She cried happily, stopping infront of her and looking up at her excitedly. Tomoyo just shook his head with a smile and took of his apron, making his way around. "You're my favorist singer Miss Adaa!" Tomyo grimaced and picked her up. "Sorry about Kasumi..." He mumbled, Kasumi moving around in his arms excitedly. Her idol was in her family restuarant! It was the best day of her life so far and she was only 6.

Adaa had knelt down so she was eye level with Kasumi. "Hello, its nice to meet you." She looked up when Tomoyo when he walked over and smiled. She stood when he picked up Kasumi and said, "Hi, I thought I would repay you for your kindness earlier by actually buying a meal." She looked around the restaurant and saw that they were closing. "Maybe some other time then. I didn't realize that you would be closed..." She ran a hand through her hair, and she smiled nervously. She wasn't sure why she was, but she suddenly felt anxious that she had done something wrong. That maybe he didn't want her here.

Kasumi wormed around. "Tomoyo! Give Miss Adaa food!!!" Tomoyo laughed and nodded. "Go ahead and take a seat where you want you." He told her, and put Kasumi down. Kasumi didn't really give her a choice, because she grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to a booth against the wall. After making sure Adaa sat down at it she ran to get a menu for Miss Adaa. Tomoyo was glad they were the only two of the family that was there now. Otherwise he didn't know what'd he'd do. He might go crazy. Instead he went behind the counter to get her a glass of water. Kasumi came back and handed Adda a big menu. "Here you go Miss Adaa. My brother is one of the best cooks!" Tomoyo looked over at Kasumi with a grimace. He hoped Adaa didn't pick some elaborate thing to eat.... He wasn't that good. He walked over and placed a glass of water infront of her. Kasumi slid into the booth on the opposite side of Adaa. "I want a rice ball, Tomoyo." That he could make. He nodded and went to get her a glass of water while waiting for Adaa to order.

She hid a smile as she was dragged over the to booth, she glanced over at Tomoyo, sharing her amusement. "Ah, thank you Kasumi-chan," she said as she was handed the menu. She was reading over it when the water was placed in front of it. "Thank you," she murmured, smiling up at Tomoyo. "Im sorry about this," she said low enough for him just to hear. She listened to Kasumi order and nodded her head in agreement. "A Rice ball sounds good to me too. I would also like one." Adaa closed the menu and set it off to the side. "So Kasumi-chan, how old are you?"

Tomoyo shook his head. It was fine by him, mostly because Kasumi liked Adaa so much. He loved seeing Kasumi smile and Adaa did it without having to do anything. He dissappeared into the kitchen and began to make a bunch of riceballs for them all to share. Kasumi held up six fingers. "I'm six! And Tomoyo is 17!" She would have held up seventeen fingers had she had many fingers but she didn't, so she grabbed her glass of water and took a sip of it. "Why are you here, Miss Adaa?" She asked curiously.

"Oh wow! Six is so oooold," Adaa said in a joking manner. "Ah! I am seventeen also." She took a gulp of the water, parched from having been singing for so long. "I'm here because your brother saved me this morning." She leaned forward, making the story more intense. "Here I was running from this horrid man who wanted to take my picture for his own gain and what did I see? But your restaurant. So I ran inside and hid from the man. And your brother came out and even though was not open yet offered me refreshment. And I even took my disguise off and he even didn't recognize me! He thought I was someone missing or wanted." She grinned at Kasumi. "Kasumi-chan, your brother thought I was a wanted fugitive! But then I told him who I was and he still didn't know. I thought it was so...refreshing. So I decided to come back and repay your brother for his help."

Kasumi's eyes widened while she listened to this interesting story. She wanted to slap her brother on the arm because he didn't know who Adaa was. "Oh wow Miss Adaa! That's so amazing!" She told her, wishing she was just like her. Tomoyo came back with a big platter of Riceballs and some sides including chips and shrimp. He put it between the two girls, and Kasumi hit him. Though it wasn't hard he was surprised. He blinked. "What?" Kasumi told him about not knowing who Adaa was and he rolled his eyes. He sat down next to Kasumi placing plates infront of everyone. "I see you told her about this morning." He told Adaa.