HANDSHAKE EVENT: FANSERVICE START

[idolpro]

Who: Unfamiliar faces?
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 424, morning

[ The cryptic countdown pauses: 999999.

Then, the video feed turns on. Who's this—why, it's Man☆Eater! ]

A big ol' congrats to our final winner, who requested: "PLEASE MAKE C KING OF HEAVEN"! Now, we could make that happen for you, but where'd be the fun in that? And hey, we've got a special occasion to celebrate: the start of our fourth season! If the third time's a charm, the fourth's gotta be even better, right? Gyahaha!

They say you should meet your heroes... eh, or wait, was it the opposite? Oh well, too late! 'Cause guess what, you lucky rascal? Instead of sitting back and watching all the action through a screen, you're getting the once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet the man himself! No accounting for taste if you ask your host here, but hey, go bask in his divine presence or whatever! Gyahahahaha!

[ the video shuts off before further explanation can be given, though fortunately you're receiving a text message: ]

IMEEJI'S FIRST HANDSHAKE EVENT BEGINS
FULFILL FAN REQUESTS TO BECOME MORE POPULAR ♥

[ And the ground begins to shift . . . there's a rumbling sound—an earthquake?

—no. Those are the sounds of footsteps . . . thousands of them, all at once.

Wherever idols are, they'll be able to see the streets and buildings are being invaded. Not by imps, not by demons, but rather, monochromatic people—sometimes just silhouettes, shadowy facsimiles of people rather than people themselves. Though they look lifeless, the energy they bring with them is overwhelming. Suddenly, the empty once-plastic city feels like it has the population to justify its size, and every building, communally upgraded or not, now accommodates the visitors, with non-upgraded buildings revamped inside to be bare-bones sleeping quarters for the . . . just how many people are here, anyway?

Perhaps more intimidating than the abrupt number of the Damned in Tokyo-F is the fact that they're all wearing. . . idol merchandise. Jackets with idol faces on them. Headbands. Lightsticks.

And. . . wherever you are, they're there. To get your signature. To shake your hand. Maybe to ask you to do something.

Idols will have to deal with this for . . . some time. The cryptic countdown has started again, but this time it's ticking reliably, though slowly, down.

Incidentally: far from the hotel, tall white walls have been erected around Honmachi Sakura Park. They're not magical walls, though—it seems determined idols can use any number of methods to climb over the walls to get to Heaven. It looks like it's largely there to keep fans away. . . ]

SIGN-UPS | REQUESTS | TURN-IN @ SUNDAY, DECEMBER 12

Comments

[ends]

I... I didn't see which one said that..!

[ but sometimes there's giggling from a few people and this does not really help with any of this

whole

thing. ]

Yours aren't creepy, right-?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. So far they ain't been too bad?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Which is about the time someone decides to yell "please kill and die with a sensitIV and then have makeup makeoutssssss"]




Uh.

[ends]

Wow! In that order, huh?!

[ kill AND die AND THEN have a makeup makeouts?? ]

Can't stick to just one of those? Greedy. [ leaning over to whisper, ] Don't know about you, but I'm not really up for both of us going down in a bloody mess for some excitable fan...

[ then, to the nebulous crowd: ]

Pick! One! Preferably something with less cleanup!

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah, for real. At least pick stuff that makes sense, you guys.

[Another ovoice pops up: "Just make out, then!"]

[ends]

Right? It's like they don't-

[ oh. well. this is him clearing his throat. ]

... W-well good, you guys do listen sometimes. And I guess eyeliner is makeup and I've got that on anyway. Uh, what do you think?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... it's way better than the other one.

If nothing else, maybe it'll encourage them to ask for less of that weird stuff.

[ends]

Significantly.

[ meanwhile he'll idly think about ways to cheat that death request if they really insist. but, for now, he moves in a bit closer to the absolute delight of the fans. ]

I'm good to give it a shot if you are.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah... yeah.

Let's give it a go.

[Takes anoother step in]

[ends]

[ well, given what he knows about Hurricane - and himself - he decides to avoid the pure raw fanservice route and leans in, gently placing both hands at either side of Hurricane's face to bump noses first, giving a quick almost - nuzzle? it's meant to be sweet. and to hide them a little bit.

a wordless hey, sorry, this sucks, but I do care about you and how you're feeling.

but, knowing this surely won't be enough, he combs through that blonde hair and presses his lips to Hurricane's, tilting his head into it. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hesitates a beat, and then leans into it, setting his hands carefully on Kitsu's shoulders]

["With tongue!" the crowd yells. "With tongue!!"]

[ends]

[ of course they'd say that, wouldn't they.

stepping in and nudging a knee between Hurricane's, Kitsu closes his eyes and lightly presses his tongue to Hurricane's lips, tracing along them, nipping the bottom one. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers, a little, as Kitsu nudges a knee between his legs - parts his lips for the kiss]

[ends]

[ in turn, Kitsu drapes an arm over Hurricane's shoulders, keeping his other hand gently pressed to his cheek as he pushes his tongue into the kiss, his cheeks very decidedly pink while he grazes the roof of Hurricane's mouth.

aaaand tries to ignore the howling of the fans. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Judging by how dark Hurricane's cheeks have become, he's not entirely able to ignore the fans]

[He does close his eyes, though, to try and block them out, as he laps carefully into Kitsu's mouth]

[ends]

[ feeling Hurricane's tongue enter his mouth, he vocalizes one of his breaths - a soft, low ah - as he leans further into it, his grip on Hurricane's hair tightening just the tiniest bit.

"Ooooh, get it!" "Take it off! Anything! It can even be body parts I don't care just take it offffff!"

not helpful, guys...

but, he does rest a hand on Hurricane's chest now instead, gripping his top but not actually going to remove it. just. holding tightly. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush goes darker still, but he doesn't break the kiss, just yet; he tilts his head a little, instead, for a better angle - hesitates. Guides Kitsu's other hand to rest on top of his own, and the half-glove he's wearing]

[ends]

[ Okitsu takes the guidance, gently taking Hurricane's hand in his briefly, trailing up his arm and back down, quietly trying to nudge at the half-glove to loosen it. as Hurricane tilts his head, Kitsu chases and nips again lightly at his lower lip, swiping his tongue over it. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers a little, making a soft sound into the kiss]

[The half-glove comes off easily enough, if he works at it]

[ends]

[ and he holds up the half-glove to the fans just to show yes, indeed, he did the thing, this is enough. it likely isn't as far as they wanted things to go, but they do get some claps and an enthusiastic cheer, so!

but he does kind of genuinely want more of the warm contact, so he leans in close enough that their chests touch, vocalizing a breathless sigh into the kiss.

he opens his eyes, searching Hurricane's face, always wanting to be aware of the person or people around him and how they're faring. (he's grateful he isn't the only one with clear color and heat in his face.) ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Possibly that goes both ways, because Hurricane's eyes flicker open just a moment later. He searches Kitsu's face - nips at his lower lip, gentle, before easing carefully back so that they can both breathe]

...jesus. We're gonna have so much doujin come fanmail.

[One of the shadow figures in the crowd calls out: "I'm gonna draw some!!!"]

[ends]

[ taking a breath and a moment to remember the other part of the original request, because he still would like to choose nonviolence and shut up that fan in particular. ]

Uh ... W-what? I don't think anyone would—

[ o h.

but, he leans in again to whisper, still a little breathless, ]

Er, want me to play dead..?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...do you think that'd work?

[ends]

One way to find out. Follow my lead.

[ and giving a quick kiss on the cheek to make it seem less like plotting? yes ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Sure, let's give it a go.