Fabrication Of A Music Video
This is still title-less and still in the making. This tale is to satisfy craving since I haven't been telling many stories for the past few months. Edited to stand as a separate tale.
Rain poured. Lightning cracked. Thunder boomed.
Inconspicuously, ten black-clad figures quietly bounded up the stairs. Their footsteps, drowned out by the plush carpet that covered the whole second floor. Each were of different sizes. Some were tall. Some were short. Most were slim but there was the occasional plump one. Yet, there was no mistaking, each had the curvy figure of a female but were dressed in male clothing, looking like they had just come from a concert performance.
Accessories dangled from slim necks. Glitter coated their clothing.
But, none of their faces were visible. It was either hidden by hoods of their trench coats, covered by harsh male hats or hidden by the shadows of their hair. To any normal passerby, it would look like they were a performance troupe returning from a night out yet they were far from that.
Their movements were shadowy and they moved with tentative footsteps, each placed carefully as so as not to make a sound. Rain dripped off their dark clothing yet they ran on with the grace and speed of a gazelle.
Although this floor of the palace-turned-hotel was unoccupied as it had been booked by an anonymous male, reserving all rooms.
Truth be told, there was no need to be reserving the rooms as the hotel manager did not have any keys for this floor. They would not be having the keys for a very long time. Breaking off into pairs, all ten entered separate rooms, panting hard as they shut the doors.
None of the rooms were locked as there was no need for that seeing as this floor was not to be ventured into. This wing was small, eight rooms on each floor. It suited them. Just the right amount to be safe as and also the right amount to be in small numbers. Separated but united. All at once.
Shutting the door behind her, she flung herself onto the bed, the bag she carried thrown on the bed next to her. She ruffled the water droplets out of her hair and breathed hard, staring at the wall, trying to focus. Running wasn't something she was good at. She leaned against the wall and rested her arm on her propped up knee and rested her head against her chest, breathing steadily. Adrenaline rushes were never good and it had been so long since she had been on a chase like this.
Opening and shutting the door in a blink of an eye, she visibly relaxed. Her partner, flinging the bag that she carried onto the floor, she sat down on the bed and caught her breath. Pushing back the hood of her raincoat, she rubbed the water out of her wet hair, grimacing. She lay flat on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, watching the slowly spinning fan. Her partner flung the bag she was carrying onto the other bed and after drying off her hair with a lot of grumbling, settled into the chair at the desk and caught her breath, thinking back to the moments just before they had to leave.
Tossing the bag she carried onto the bed, she sat down on it and tucked her head between her knees, breathing hard. She hadn't run like that since the last one and it had taken a toll on her after performing and then running for her life. She had been training all her life but after a long bout of rest, it was hard for her to get back on her feet. Grumbling about the rainwater which would damage her hair, her partner stripped off her soaking wet jacket and tossed it in a corner, heading over to the window to be on lookout. Her youth and innocence made her a useful member of their group. Being the youngest, she was the one everyone sought to look after as well as protect their charge.
Entering the small but sufficient bedroom, she headed straight for the window, looking at the green, green grounds which would have been beautiful in the morning but now at night with all the running they had done, the grounds which were pitch black save for the electric lights screamed danger. Worse, with the ones that they had to protect in tow with them, it was harder for them to escape without drawing attention. Her trained eyes scanned the grounds for sign of the one obstacle in their way. She grinded her teeth in annoyance and impatience. This chase was useless and the only obstacle was being a nuisance but their charges were more important.
She entered the room, flicking off her dripping wet hat and hanging it in the cupboard. She, being the most logical one did not fret but recalled what had happened, moments before they had to run, dragging along their charge. Staring at the mirror in the small, wooden closet, she thought, staring constantly into the mirror, her short hair sticking up in weird angles from the rain and being jammed into a hat.
The eldest two of the group, they were the most calm, having been on many assignments but none as dangerous or as annoying as this. Grumbling about how their fans would be wondering about their untimely disappearance in the middle of their most famous single, the one with the dyed brown hair sat on the bed and rested her elbow on her propped up knee, not caring whether she dirtied the sheets or not. They weren't going to be there long. She stared out the window, absently, watching for sign of their obstacle. Her partner with the jet black hair, flung open the door to the bathroom and proceeded to dry her hair and clean up. She hated being dirty, having a minor case of OCD. She straightened her perfectly tousled hair and watched as the water pool in the sink.
All sat in their rooms, waiting for the moment when they would receive orders from their head to be on the move once the pursuers had reached the hotel. The younger ones kept lookout while the older ones used their other senses to sense their presence. This place was not a hiding spot, merely a spot to catch their breaths and recuperate.
Last but not least, their leader. Head of all their operations and the one in charge of their charges. She shoved the three charges they were supposed to protect into the room and shut it behind her. Leaning against the door, she panted hard, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room to search for any hidden ambushes but when she found none, she visibly relaxed.
She flicked on the light switch which was next to the door and flipped her dripping wet hat that she loved so much off her hair and ruffled her light brown locks which by the look of it was dyed, getting rid of remaining water droplets.
Grumbling, she settled into a chair by the window and mused, leaving the three charges to clean up if they wished too. "Saaya," one of them said, from where he stood by the bed. He was the one with tousled hair and cute little beady eyes and precious pink lips.
"Yes?" she replied, sighing deeply. She was tired having performed and then running. Also, she didn't like abandoning her fans but duty always came before fame.
"Where are we going this time?" another of them asked. This one had hazel brown hair, three braids braided into his short hair for their earlier performance.
She shrugged. "Depends where your stupid rivals chase us too. When we've finally got enough reinforcements and information, we'll fight back."
The three of them were tired and weary from all the running they had been doing for the past few weeks. They were three of the most popular members of a boy band and they had just figured out that their rival band has hired trained assassins to put them out of their careers forever.
There were no older than Saaya herself or the other members of her team save for the two eldest members who were only a few years older. They were all pretty boys and every single one of her team had huge crushes on them, including herself. But, well, work is work. You're not allowed to fall in love with anyone because you might end up protecting them instead of the one you're supposed to but in this case, well, in this case, it's different.
"It is always like this for you guys?" the shortest one of them all asked though he was not much taller than she was.
The corners of her lips lifted. "Not really. Running around with you guys isn't what we're quite used to doing," she replied, staring at the floor absently as if it was projecting her memories. "We also don't usually have trained assassins trying to kill us. And we don't have three charges to protect."
He smiled charmingly and Saaya's heart melted. "No, I meant if it was always beating the bad guys and being superstars."
She burst out laughing. "The being the superstars part as you now know is a cover but there are a few of us who sing well enough to secure that cover," she muttered, crossing her legs on the table in front of her in a very boyish manner. "But the beating the bad guys part, don't believe everything you see in the movies. Most of the time, they're fake."
The one with the braids patted him lightly on the back. "Cheer up."
Lights flashed outside and three hooded figures walked up the driveway, oblivious to the rain that poured heavily outside. "God dammit," she cursed, pushing away from the window and stared at her partner who nodded in response, grabbing the bag that she had thrown onto the floor.
Both exited the room in a rush, heading for the last room on the hallway.
As the lights flashed and the three hooded figures came into view in electric lights along the driveway, she tensed her jaw and pushed away from the window, heading to the last room on the floor.
Footsteps echoed off the staircase and she pricked up her ears, grabbing her hat from the closet and jamming it on her head, she left for the last room. They were merely a few floors away. They had to move quick.
The footsteps neared their floor and she looked up, flicking her eyes towards the door, straining her ears to pick up the sounds. She grabbed the bag from where it lay next to her on the bed and within a blink of an eye, left the room.
Her ears picked up the steady and heaving footsteps of their pursuers and then she flicked her eyes to her partner who nodded, signaling that she too had heard. She grabbed the bag from where it lay on the bed while her partner grabbed her hat from where it hung on the back of the door and left.
As their pursuers reached the floor below them, she looked up from where she was washing up in the bathroom and whipped her head around to look at her partner who nodded curtly and the both of them left.
bang. Bang. BANG!
Saaya knew it was time for them to run again. She had known that their rest period wouldn't be long but she didn't expect it to be this short. Gritting her teeth, she pulled open the door and gave orders immediately.
All of them were with their respective partners.
Grabbing the tiniest one, she handed him over to the eldest two, giving them specific orders on where they should meet up. None of them needed the instructions though since they had run them over so many times but Saaya felt safer doing it. With a wave of her hand, the two left, keeping him shielded between them.
The one with the sexy tousled hair, Saaya handed over to her best tactic planners, the two who were alone in different rooms. No partners. Those two didn't need partners. They were vicious and dangerous, their tactical plans, a work of genius. Handing him her jacket, she swung her bag over her shoulder and reached into it, pulling out a hat and jamming it on her head.
And the last one, the one with the braids, she handed over to her most logical team member and the one with the youthful innocence and her partner. "You all know where to meet. I'll be there shortly. The remaining two of you, cover whoever needs to be covered. If I'm not there in fifteen minutes, don't bother looking for me. I'll be fine. Run to next location. Beep my cellphone when you arrive."
Both nodded and left, covering up tracks and protecting their team members backs.
Saaya shut the door and settled back in the chair, a little smile on her face. She trusted her team members to get their charges to their meeting point with no trouble. She herself doubted that there would be any difficulties. Their pursuers were trained assassins, trained to shoot and kill, not track. They had trackers for that kind of job but it would take their trackers a few hours to track them.
Her team members were excellent at covering up their tracks, having been trained to do so. Each of her team were put together to make up the excellent team that they were. Each of them with their special abilities.
She, on the other hand, was excellent at foolery. She would lead on and on and on, until she disappeared into thin air. At the very brink of being either captured or killed, she would disappear without a trace.
She heard the footsteps of frustration near her room. She sat in the chair, comfortably, staring at the floor, resting her elbow on the armrest and her fingers on her chin, nibbling at her fingernails. It was a habit that she had accquired recently with all the stress of the spotlight on their pop sensation and managing as well as performing.
The pounding, angry footsteps stopped outside her room. She heard a gloved hand clutch the doorknob and turning it slowly. She could imagine the sadistic grins on their faces. Hah. As if I would allow it, she thought, hearing the knob turn fully and the soft creak as the door opened.
Smirking sexily as the door creaked open another inch and then, she was gone.
"God dammit," one of the hooded figures cursed, the voice sweet and feminine. "We lost them again. He's not going to be very happy with us. Again."
No one noticed the remaining breeze that made the curtains at the window billow. No one thought of the possibility of escaping through the window as it was too high a jump and further more, the windows were closed.
Rain. Thunder. Lightning. Triumph. Failure.
I know this might be a much better story than the one before which was hastily told and was very weak. This is based on Hey! Say! JUMP's Mayonaka no Shadow Boy video. If you watch it, you would see that there are many similarities. The three charges are: Chinen Yuuri; Yamada Ryosuke and Daiki Arioka. You figure out who is who.
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