Its strange how one fan can change the way a singer does his work

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Name: Shou Ai Shiriru

Age: 22

My good looks:

Bio: Shou has lived a life like most people. Well that was until he decided to try the lottery and won some money. He decided then that he would go to collage. He did have something going for him though. He could look at something, even if it was once, and draw it perfectly. He was always told to pursue it but since his parents weren't the richest people in the world and he didn't have the heart to ask his parents for the money to go to collage. Now he's been going to collage for two years and is doing pretty well at it. He's gotten a lot of attention because of his art and has been dealing with girls who want his money. Of course they don't know he's completely gay and he wants to keep it that way for a while.

Name: Aoi Yoshida

Age: 21

Bio: Aoi has no idea who he is. He thought he knew once, back before he started singing, but ever since his career started taking off roughly a year ago he's been having a hard time trying to tell his real identity from his public "brand". He began singing professionally just before turning eighteen, and by the time he was twenty his albums were being sold worldwide. He comes across as very open, friendly, and determined, but in reality he is quite insecure.

Featured photo: Aoi in some shampoo add or something, he doesn't remember.

Shou wasn't sure what to do. He let the pencil that was in his hand touch his lips that seemed to be in permanent frown today. He just didn't know what to do his project on today. They were told to just go out today and draw something they saw that caught their eyes. Now nothing really caught his eye since he really didn't like going out. He felt a light pull on his sleeve and he looked back to see his friend Ami standing there with a big white smiled.

“Look what I got Shou! Tickets to go see my favorite singer!” she cried happily as she jumped up and down. She moved closer and showed him the two tickets. “Oh say that you'll go with me.” she pleaded as she looked at him with huge watery eyes. Ami had long blonde hair with big curls in it. She had light green eyes and a little bit of make up. Shou let his eyes look over her cloths as she spook. She had a short checkered skirt on with long socks that went to her knees. She wore brown shoes that matched her black shirt that had a few white buttons keeping it together.

Shou wasn't sure what to do. He really didn't want to go but then his project crossed his mind. He could draw this singer. “I guess I'll go.” he said not to thrilled but Ami didn't look like she cared. She kissed him on the cheek before she ran towards the door.

“Well don't just sit there. We have to leave now.” she said as she put her left hand on her hip and looked at him with a pout.

Shou sighed as he stood up and gathered his things into his bag before throwing it over his shoulder. He walked towards her and they started for the concert. Shou decided to drive because he wasn't getting in another car with Ami because the last and only time he did he ended up almost jumping from the car it was that scary. He got into the driver seat thinking about the horrifying event. He shivered slightly as he threw his bag into the back seat and put the car keys in. His car wasn't that new but it still looked new. It was a light blue color.

It took them ten minutes to get there and only cause Ami wanted to stop at the store. The got out and got in line and there wasn't even a line yet. Ami was pleased with this as she made Shou give the man the tickets. The man handed Shou something back but he didn't bother looking at it as he walked in with Ami. Okay it was more like Ami dragged him a long. He had to get his bag checked and then they walked in to see a they were the first ones. But that didn't stay long because people started to pile in not even five minutes later

The last hour or so before a big show was always the worst: not only did he have to deal with the last bits of makeup and wardrobe touches, which ususally resulted in no less than six people screaming at him to stay perfectly still and stop ruining their work, but pre-show jitters were a plague he still hadn't managed to get rid of. Hearing the gathering crowd in a large venue like this always made him want to run somewhere and vomit.

Fortunately he managed to keep it together, at least enough to hit his cue and step out onstage at the right time, and when he felt the blinding blare of the stage lights strike his body all of his nervousness seemed to wash away. The crowd was thundering, exuding a rich, lively energy he couldn't resist, and when he made it to the microphone stand that was waiting in place, he felt a genuine smile creep up his lips. The lights were so bright that he couldn't make out any faces, only general shapes in the crowd.

"Hello," he said when he reached the mic, his own voice echoing through the speakers behind him so loudly that it was almost deafening. The entire place seemed to fall silent. "I'm Aoi Yoshida."

It was such a simple introduction, but it worked every time. The crowd exploded again. Aoi's smile widened as the familiar music of his first song started to swell around him, and the good feeling lasted for the entire performance. The crowd was great, and he felt like he was nailing every single note; sometimes he wished he had never been taken in by this profession, but sometimes he couldn't imagine being happier. He was actually a little sad when the show began to wind down, exhausted though he was, and when the final applause came he probably could have done a few more encores.

((not sure how they're meeting here, did they have backstage passes or something?))

A man walked up on the stage and smiled at Aoi. "I have a surprise for you Aoi and a lucky man." he told him as he took the mic. The man was tall and had dark curls that spun around his face and a little ways down his back. It complemented the man. He looked out into the audience. "Now, one of you lucky fans got handed a ticket when you gave them yours. Now I would like that man to come up on the stage." he said and at first no one said anything or did anything. Then he saw a hand go up with a red ticket in his hand. "Yes. That's it. Will you join me on the stage?" he asked and the man made his way up to the stage.

Shou had wondered what this was for when he was given it but he didn't know that this was going to mean that he was going to get to go on stage. This just sucked. He hated being the center of attention but he wanted to please people so sometimes it became unavoidable. This being one of the times. He walked around the people and the girls that seemed to want to jump him for the single piece of paper that he held in his hand. He wasn't sure why it caused such a problem. It was just one single man. What was the big deal. He held the ticket and his bag close as he left Ami standing behind not believing what she saw. She'd been the one that got the tickets and brought him. She should be the one going up. Not him. She could feel her cheeks growing with anger as she watched him walk away. She would get him later.

He finally got on stage and stood with the two other men not really caring about what was going to happen. "Well your the winner of the random contest that we did. You have the chance to spend a day with Aoi and see the life of a famous singer. Doesn't that sound exciting?" he asked as he moved the mic over to Shou who looked at a loss of words. "Your speech less. That's good. No why don't you go back stage with Aoi and you two pick out a date for this to happen to make sure your not to busy with life, oh what's your name lucky winner?" he asked and put the mic back over to shou.

"Shou." he said simply in a soft voice. The man seemed to laugh and wave the two to back stage where they would be off and he did his final good bye's and the left to talk to the other two men.

(This new guy we both control so we have things to talk about and since I'm not sure what to make the two do. XD)

((Okay! I named him, hope you don't mind, you can give him a first name if you want. ;) ))

Aoi had completely forgotten about the contest until Mr. Nakajima came onstage, and although he kept his tired smile in place he still had mixed feelings about the whole "win a date with Aoi" event that the label had set up. He was still feeling great--actually, he could have gone out with the winner right there and then--but part of him was dreading the idea of spending any time with another screaming fangirl. It wasn't until he saw Shou making his way onstage that Aoi started to wonder if this would be so bad; the boy certainly wasn't gushing--in fact, he wasn't looking in Aoi's direction at all. Did he even know who Aoi Yoshida was?

The storm of applause was like a wind at their backs when they left the stage, drowning out all sound. Aoi allowed himself and Shou to be directed to his dressing room, and when the door was closed behind them the sudden quiet was jarring, almost eerie. Aoi smiled at the contest winner, and opened his mouth to say something, but Mr. Nakajima bustled inside, interrupting him.

"Congratulations!" the man said, offering Shou a grin and moving to shake his hand. "I'm sure you two are going to have a lot of fun together!" he glanced at Aoi, who smiled back at him mechanically, and then looked to Shou again, clearly thinking that the boy was in some sort of ecstatic delerium. "So when are you two going to get this thing going? We're going to set up a very short interview for the press at some point that we'd like you both to participate in, but you can schedule any day you like to go out together!" He chuckled a little, clearly at the thought of Aoi and Shou "going out"; that part of the speech made it pretty obvious that they had been expecting a girl to win.

"Well, I don't know my schedule very well," Aoi said apologetically, wiping his brow with the back of his sleeve. He was still a little sweaty from the show. "I think Maki has it, but I'm free today if you have time."

He doubted that Shou would be free today, but he decided to give it a shot. Maki was his assistant, and he didn't want to have to track her down if he didn't have to.

When Mr. Nakajima walked in the room he really couldn't help but to almost jump out of his shoes. He'd never met a man that could act so...hyper. He hesitated a few seconds then shook the mans hand and just let the two talk as he adjusted his bag before he decided to take a seat in the chair. "Actually...I also have to look at my schedule. I'm not sure what I planed for today." he said in a soft voice as he moved his bag into his lap and started to search around his bag. He really wasn't sure where he left his schedule. After a little while of searching and still not finding it he decided to empty it. He took out his sketch book and set it to the side as he stuck his hand in and started to take out his pencils that he didn't have a case for and continued till everything was out and his small schedule book was in his hand.

"There you are." he said as he put his bag on his sketch book and it slipped off the edge of the table and scattered all over the floor. "Crap." he said as he watched in slow motion as he tried to reach for it but it barely touched the tips of his fingers and then and then fell on the floor. The got out of the chair and sat on his knees as he started to pick up the pictures that he drew of the front of the school, a random dog that had been on campus playing with a ball, a picture of his family, the only one that they had ever been still for and looked happy and a bunch of other random students that he'd seen that day. He had started another that was of Aoi singing on stage. It was only the outline of his body and the mic in his hand.

"Sorry about this." he said when he realized that they were waiting for his answer. "It looks like I have a class later tonight, around six thirty....but after that I'm free. Actually I don't need to go today. If I remember clearly the teacher mention that we didn't have that class..." he said as he trailed off. He looked back at them and smiled. "Seems like I'm also free today." he said as he continued to pick up his things. His pencils that had been on his book had also fallen so he was currently looking for them.

Mr. Nakajima bent down and picked up a picture of his mothers smiling face with a light breeze that seemed to move her hair gently and made it look like it was caressing her face. "Wow! This is great. Do you normally draw like this?" he asked as he handed it to him.

"Yes." he said as he finished picking everything up and shoved it into his bag. He was a little embarrassed but hid it well.

Aoi took a step forward to help Shou retrieve his things, but stopped when it seemed like he had everything under control. He was surprised to see the art supplies that came raining out, and he found himself wondering kind of person he was going to be spending time with. His eyes caught Shou's drawings, and he studied them from where he was standing, impressed by how good they were, yet trying not to make it obvious that he was looking. He didn't know if Shou typically showed people his work or not, and he didn't want him to think he was nosy.

But when Mr. Nakajima picked up the sketch of Shou's mother he looked at it curiously, walking to the man's side to peer over his shoulder. His eyes widened a little when he saw the woman's smiling features, so beautifully rendered. It was obvious that she was a real woman, but who was she? The drawing had obviously been produced with a lot of love, and Aoi was disappointed when Mr. Nakajima passed it back to its owner. He really wanted to ask Shou about it, but again didn't want to encroach on his privacy. They hadn't even really said two words to each other yet.

"I guess we're going today, then," Aoi said instead, smiling. "I'll make sure you have a good time." This was a promotional contest, so in a way it was his job to make sure.

"Of course he will," Mr. Nakajima agreed.

"I think I should change first, though," Aoi added. "Do you mind? I won't take too long. Oh...is there anything in particular you want to do? I can think of some things if you don't have anything in mind, but it's up to you. You're the winner."

Shou blinked a few times when he felt his contacts were a little dry. He went in the front and put some drops in. He really couldn't let them see his eyes. They were really strange purple eyes because of something happened when he was born and the colored contacts helped control the amount of pressure that he had to deal with. His natural hair color was enough to deal with. Luckily people thought that he dyed it. He looked back a the two when he saw that they were talking to him.

"Um, I'm not sure really. I just...would like to draw you for my project in my class. What ever you would like to show me would be fine." he said a little shyly. He'd never had a friend before and had defiantly never been asked what he had wanted to do before so this was new for him. This was defiantly something new for him and he wished that this would get a little easier for him. Thoughts of Ami filled his mind and he pushed them away. He wasn't looking forward to being near her anymore since he had left her behind.

Mr. Nakajima couldn't believe how simple this kid seemed to be. "Are you sure? Is there nothing you want to do." he asked really confused.

"Nope. Not really." he said as he looked at him with a small smile.

Mr. Nakajima still couldn't seem to wrap his mind around Shou's refusal. "You do understand that the label is funding this contest, don't you? It won't cost you anything at all."

"Why do you want to draw me?" Aoi asked curiously.

Mr. Nakajima looked in his direction, and his eyes widened a little as though a realization had hit him. "There may be a copyrighting conflict with that. Did you say it's for a class? Which institution is it? Do you know if your work will become their property? Aoi's name and likeness are under copyright, you understand."

Aoi glanced at the man, feeling slightly irritated. That wasn't why he'd asked the question, and he was starting to think that he wouldn't be able to say two words to Shou as long as this man was here. "That isn't exactly what I meant. I just don't feel comfortable with someone I don't know drawing me like that." He looked at Shou. "Sorry." Actually, he was lying; he didn't mind Shou drawing him at all. He just didn't want Mr. Nakajima to be there when it happened, especially if he was going to try to stop it.

"I can show you some other interesting things you might want to draw, though," he continued. "Do you want to come back to my hotel room? I think there are some things there you might like."

Shou's eyes widened when he had freaked out the way he had. He got on his knees and bowed polity. "I'm sorry for requesting something that was inappropriate of me. I apologize." he said as he stood up. He stood in front of the table for a few moments listening to what Aoi had to say. "My assignment was to draw something that I saw today that was new. A person to be specific...." he said as he turned to look at the two. "And since I'm unable to draw you Aoi, I shall take my leave to stand on the street to draw someone new that I am able to draw if you don't mind." he said as he smiled a little upset about it.

He really wished that he was able to draw Aoi. He was perfect in every way. The shape of his eyes, the way his eye brows seem to show what emotion that he was feeling, the ruffles of his hair. He looked down at his feet when he realized he was thinking like that again. Not again because it was wrong. Just like his parents told him when he was younger. "Yeah...It might be best if you pick another person." he told him as he put bag on and walked over to the door.

At first Aoi was too stunned by Shou's behavior to react; he couldn't believe that he was getting on his knees and bowing. Had Aoi really sounded so harsh? He hadn't meant to...he shot a glance at Mr. Nakajima, who was staring after Shou in horrified consternation.

It really shouldn't have mattered to either of them who the contest winner was--if Shou didn't want to do it, couldn't they have easily gotten someone else? That was Aoi's first thought, but as Shou approached the door he realized that he didn't want to find someone else. Shou was intriguing. Aoi was genuinely curious to see what kind of person he was.

"Hey, wait!" Aoi said, matching Shou's pace. "That isn't what I meant! It's just...would it just be for that class? It wouldn't wind up on the internet, or being used to sell something or anything?" He winced. "I mean, I know that might sound kind of strange, I let people use me to sell things all the time, but I still worry about what my image is being used for and who's seeing it. And most of that stuff is done with cameras. Drawings are different. When someone draws something they're supposed to bring out its essence, right? It's a little more..." He trailed off a little, realizing he was rambling and that he probably didn't even know what he was talking about. He had never been very good at art or drawing. "...more personal, I guess. I wouldn't mind as long it was just for you and this one class."

Shou had reached the door when he spoke. He turned and faced him. "I...other people might see it...It was just going to draw your face. And put on an expression that I thought would fit you well." he said as he looked back at the other man in the room. He could tell that he didn't want him drawing the picture. He turned back to Aoi. "Its no trouble really. I can find another person to draw." he said as he looked at the door again. He reached the door nob and then opened the door. A huge crowd of girls, including Ami, stood there. He closed the door and then moved away from it.

"Um, maybe I will stay." he said as he turned and looked at him with a bow. "What would you like to show me?" he asked with a smile. He really didn't want to stay or even do. He really could see the anger in her eyes and he wouldn't stay with her for a while. He set his bag down on the floor and looked up at him. "I don't mind what we do really." he told him. He was really wishing that today was going to be easier. but sadly it had been more annoying then yesterday and didn't look like it was going to get any easier.

Aoi smiled a little dryly when Shou mentioned drawing an expression that might suit him. Shou certainly wasn't the typical screaming fan--in fact, Aoi was starting to wonder if he even had any idea who Aoi was--so was a little skeptical of his ability to know what "suited him". He was obviously a great artist technically, but didn't an artist need to know something about his subject before his work could really come alive? Aoi didn't know the answer; he was curious to find out.

"Well, I don't know if you ever do landscapes or whatever, but I was thinking about the view most of all," Aoi said. "I don't know, maybe you wouldn't be interested in it, but it's a really cool perspective of the city, especially at night." He had been planning on letting Shou draw him all along, so the view was the only lie he could muster so quickly. He was really starting to wish they were alone so he could explain himself. "I'm pretty sure you're also supposed to get some merchandise or something for winning the contest."

"That's right!" Mr. Nakajima agreed, his eyes widening in realization. "I almost forgot!"

"Yeah," Aoi nodded. "And I've got tons of stuff up there that you could look at, if you want anything for some friends who are fans or something. Do you want to come check it out?"

Shou let his mind wonder as he thought about what place he could be talking about. He knew this place pretty well and had pretty much been everywhere the public was allowed. This place that he described sounded amazing to him. He of course, really hadn't thought of drawing scenery, but he wasn't against the idea either. "I've actually never really thought of drawing anything like that. I just usually drew peoples faces and bodies." he said as he took out his sketch book and then started to flip through it. He saw a bunch of pictures of scenery around people but nothing too much in detail or anything.

He returned his book to his bag and then looked back up at him. "I'd love to see this place but I don't think gifts for me are necessary. But thank you for the offer." he said as he smiled for the first time at the two. He thought the two of them were being very kind to him and he appreciated it. Not many people were this kind to him so it was refreshing. He of course hoped that it wasn't art supplies that he was turning down. Then that would just be a bad on his part. He'd run out of a few things that he needed for this project and had planed on asking Ami to help him get it. His smile disappeared when he thought of her. He really hated the girl but he really couldn't chose because of the fact she was the only one that talked to him that didn't want to take away his art work.

Aoi and Mr. Nakajima exchanged a look. Neither of them had ever known anyone to turn down free merchandise, even if they weren't huge fans. Mr. Nakajima didn't look happy about it, but Aoi couldn't deny that he was further intrigued by this strange young man, and the feeling only increased when Shou smiled at them. He struck Aoi as a solemn young man, but his smile seemed to transform his whole face.

"Okay, great," he smiled back at Shou and whipped out his phone, sending Maki a quick text telling her to have a car waiting for them. Aoi was extremely fast at texting. "There are a lot of people out there, huh?" He nodded to the door Shou had attempted to escape through. "Why don't we go out the back way? We might be here forever otherwise." He turned to Mr. Nakajima. "Sorry, but do you think you can take of them? They'll probably like some posters or something."

Mr. Nakajima nodded, looking a bit relieved. Aoi could tell he was having a hard time figuring Shou out--probably an even harder time than Aoi was trying to do it. "Yes, of course." He bowed to Aoi, then turned to bow even more deeply to Shou. "Congratulations again on winning the contest."

As the man made his way to the door Shou had tried, Aoi led Shou to the back door where they would be able to leave more or less undetected. "Ready, then?"

Shou looked at them as they spoke and then bowed back to Mr. Nakajima slowly as he continued to smile. He was excited to see that place and a plus he wasn't going to have to deal with Ami, for at least a day. He ran his fingers slowly through his green hair. He loved the way that he looked he just wish he didn't have to wear the annoying contacts. They were just being annoying today. "Would you minded if I stopped at my dorm really quick. I need to um...get new contacts. These are to dry and are hurting my eyes." he said as he rubbed at his one eye. He blinked a few more times and it popped out. He panicked and closed his eye hoping that he hadn't seen his purple eyes.

"I-I um.." he said as he worriedly looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I really don't mean to be a bother." he said as he looked down at his feet and then put a hate that he kept in his bag on. He hid his face as he blinked a few times. Having one contact in really hurt his eyes so he ended up taking the other out. He just hoped he was looked at in the eyes. As long as he got to the dorm room and was able to put it in or say that he put some in he would be okay. He just needed to come up with something, and fast.

Aoi blinked in astonishment; for a split second he thought that he saw a flash of purple in Shou's eye, but the boy turned away so quickly that he couldn't be sure. He glanced at Mr. Nakajima, but the man didn't seem to have noticed anything unusual and was busying himself to deal with the fans at the dressing room door.

"Yeah, sure, no problem," Aoi smiled, leading the way through the back entrance. He could tell that Shou didn't want to be looked at, so he didn't even glance back over his shoulder until they were both outside and he was closing the door behind them. He glanced at his phone again and saw that Maki had sent him directions to where an available car was waiting.

He started leading the way, still keeping his eyes off of Shou. "Are you okay? Your eyes really seem to be bothering you." He paused, thinking. "You know that you don't have to go through with this contest if you don't want to, right? If you're just trying to make up an excuse to get out of this, you don't have to."

Shou hadn't thought about what to and his actions took hold as he lifted his head to look up at him. "I'm sorry. I'm truthfully not making up any excuses." he told him as he waved his arms in front of him a little. He really didn't want him to think that he was insulting him. "I promise." he said as he looked at him with his large purple eyes. His eyes grew when he remembered that he'd looked up even though he didn't have contacts in. He knew the damage was done so there was no use in hiding it.

"This is why I need new contacts...My eyes are a strange color like my hair...and people think its weird and give me a bad reputation because of it...so I wear contacts to hid them from everyone..." he said as he walked towards the door and the car that he said they were going to take. He walked slowly and he had a sadness to his look. Now he thought that he was going to be called names, like everyone had done. "I'm sorry..." he apologized for no real reason. He just felt like he was going to need to say it.

Aoi was amazed when Shou looked up at him, revealing the vibrant purple hue of his eyes. So it hadn't been Aoi's imagination! He tried not to stare, but he had never seen eyes like Shou's before, and it wasn't just the color; his eyes were beautiful on their own, but the purple coloring made them even more striking. He was surprised that Shou was so self-conscious about them.

He slid into the back seat of the car and instructed the driver to take them back to the hotel, closing the partition immediately afterwards and turning to Shou once again. "So this is your real hair color, too?" he asked, reaching out to take a few strands of Shou's hair in his fingers, studying its light blue hue. He was used to people begging him to touch them, so it didn't occur to him that he might be making Shou feel uncomfortable being so close. "But how? I mean, I've heard of people with white hair and red eyes or whatever, you know, albinos? But how did this happen? Do you know?" He paused, considering what Shou had said to him outside the car. "What do people have against it, anyway?"

Shou hadn't looked at him much when he got in the car. Shou's heart almost skipped a beat when he felt Aoi's fingers in his hair. He couldn't stop his body from reacting the way that his parents told him was wrong. He was very much gay but had to keep it to himself because he was told it was wrong so many times that he believed it. He felt his cheeks heat up as he turned slightly and let his eyes fall down to the ground. He rubbed slightly under his nose as he lost his cool. He didn't know why he was being so flustered right now. Maybe it was because he saw the real him and not the fake him. "Y-Yes, this is my real hair." he said as he hesitated then looked back up at him.

"I-...Its what my parents have always told me...they used to dye my hair black every other week to make sure I kept up appearance but when I got in high school they let me do what ever they wanted because they had a normal daughter...what they really wanted. That's why I look like this...they asked doctors to change me into a girl...and it was an experimental drug that they used and instead they got me..." he said as he let his eyes wander away from him. They moved around not staying on one thing for too long but he couldn't look him in the eyes. He started to calm a bit and he sighed. "But its nothing to worry about. It doesn't matter and I'm fine with it...I'm just sorry you had to see it...I'm sure you want to just drop me off, and that's fine with me." he told him as he put his bag in his lap and hugged it to his chest a bit.

Aoi lowered his hand when he noticed that it was making Shou uncomfortable and glanced out the window, confused. It seemed like everything he did made Shou uncomfortable, but he didn't know why. Most of the time people seemed to like being around him. Then again, it was starting to get difficult to tell who was being genuine and who was just trying to use him. Aoi looked at him again when Shou started telling him about his parents, though, his eyes widening with surprise. Shou's own parents had done that to him? The more Shou spoke the angrier Aoi became; how could his family do this to him and then treat him like there was something wrong with him for it?

"Why would I want to drop you off just because of the color of your hair?" Aoi asked, reaching out again to run his hand through Shou's locks. Maybe his parents' reaction was the reason he hadn't wanted Aoi to touch it. His hair was so soft Aoi could barely feel it on his skin. He grinned at Shou. "I think it's cool. I wish I could go on stage with hair this color."

"Why would you do that? It would make people hate you. They were never kind. I always had to deal with being told to do this a certain way, or wear what wig that would please everyone the most. So please. Don't ask for something no one would accept." he said as he let his eyes drift closed for a second. It was hard to keep his mask up. He'd never told anyone about this and how it made him felt so this was all new and worrying him a bit. He let his eyes drift open when he felt Aoi's fingers in his hair again. "I-I c-can't..Um..." he started as he felt the blush grow on his cheeks.

"But I feel strange...I really couldn't...I don't understand..." he said as he put his hands on the sides of his face as he looked down at his lap as he tried to calm himself. Why, Why did he have to feel this way towards men. Was it because what his parents did to him. Why....why!? he thought to himself as he sat up. "I'm sorry. I just really not sure what to draw for my project." he said as he smiled at him. He was just going to ignore this feeling and hope that it would just go away.

Aoi stopped running his fingers through Shou's hair when he saw the young man's reaction; he was starting to suspect that Shou was attracted to him, and although Aoi had no objection to his feelings he could tell that Shou didn't like what was happening and so he let his hand drop away from him. It was interesting that the young man seemed to feel that way, though. There were a lot of men who liked Aoi, but none of them had taken his interest quite like this one. Something about Shou seemed very honest. And, if Aoi was honest about his own feelings, Shou's shyness was starting to strike him as very cute.

Aoi smiled back at him when he used his project as an excuse, deciding to play along.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," he said. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Mr. Nakajima, but if you still want to draw me that's all right with me. I mean, you might not want to after you see the view, but..." he laughed a low, tinkling laugh. "Actually I'd be honored if you drew me. Most of the time I just get photographed. I think it could be fun."

He paused. "Can I ask you something? I saw your drawing of that woman. Who is she?"

Shou blushed a little brighter as he felt his fingers slowly move from his hair. He looked back at his face as he wondered what he was doing. When he started to tell him he would like to do the project. His face lit up bright as he grabbed his hands momentarily forgetting about the fact he had a HUGE crush on him. “Really~! Are you sure! I would love that!” he said as he moved closer pulling his hands closer. He had a huge and happy smile on his face as he pulled his bag closer and let his hands go in order to grab his bag. “You sure? I really don't want you to get into any trouble.” he said with an extremely happy face on.

His smile totally faded when he mentioned the picture of his mom. He slowly lifted open his book and looked down at the picture of her. “My mom....I drew this when I was younger...Before I found out the truth...When I was younger my mom would fuss about my hair and eyes and making sure I looked normal but I thought it was because she was worried about the other children making in fun of me. I so loved her and put that into this picture.” he said with a soft sigh. He really couldn't get those memories out of his head. He'd been so very happy. “Then after my sister was born I found out why she'd done that and what my parents really thought of me. But I couldn't bring myself to rip or destroy the picture...Its the proof that there was one point in my life that she really cared about me.” he said with a small sad smile on his face as he lifted his head up at him. “But that's enough about me. I'm sure that there are different things that we'll have to talk about. I do kind of need to get to know you before I draw. All I know is that you are a performer.” he said as he rubbed at his eyes a little trying to get rid of the tears that threatened to fall from his sad eyes.