Rise And Fall

Disaster

*gakupo's point of view*

Great. Just great. I'm off writing my own songs, sheet music and all, before getting news that my manager isn't having any part of my next album. I don't know what I did to make her mad, but she started yelling at me as soon as I seen her. I always knew she was bipolar, but not to this extent. All I could do was let her yell at me, no matter how bad it got.
After that whole incident I went to my place, which I shared with her assistant at the time. For a usually level-headed person, that damned manager can really fly off the handle. In the midst of her yelling I asked her to calm down and she gave me a black eye. That's gonna be fun to cover up. Luckily, she sent her assistant to run some errands, so I was here alone. I went to the bathroom to see how bad it actually was and attempt to cover it up.
"Shit..." I hissed to myself after looking in the mirror.
Ten pounds of foundation, here we go...
I got everything covered the best I could without it being evident something was wrong. This wasn't exactly the first time my manager has physically harmed me, but that didn't mean I knew exactly what I was doing. I went to my room and, surprise surprise, tripped over the air. Nice. Like I wasn't hurt enough already. At least I was in my room. Maybe it'd be best if I just stayed on the floor for now. Less chance of tripping over air again.
And then the front door opened. I sat up, not caring the my door was open. Ugh. Can I give up already? I'm done being an adult now. I want to go back to just being a samurai at the nanba family's palace. It beat the pain and torture of being famous with a psychopathic manager.
"Konnichi- what are you doing?" My manager's assistant said, or I guess questioned as well, and stopped by my door.
"Sitting, why?" I answered, looking up at her.
"On the floor?" She asked hesitantly and tilted her head in obvious confusion.
"It's safer apparently. I can't go anywhere today without getting hurt somehow," I shrugged.
She gave a slight chuckle, but said nothing in response. Her humor...
"What?" I leaned forward a little.
"Nothing. Nothing," she shyly covered her mouth.
I dismissed it as nothing. I swore ever since the first day I met her she looked familiar in every possible way. I never figured it out though. I've never really thought about it much, but I suppose I should try to think about it while I'm here.
After she left, I fell back onto the floor. Where's the last place I seen someone with gold hair? She's the only person I could think of. But thinking back to childhood...

"Gakupo-dono..." a young takara complained.

"What's wro-" I was cut off by her suddenly hugging me from behind.

Of course, I almost fell forward despite being used to this kind of attack. I wrapped my arms around her upper thighs. I couldn't get a good grip on her legs any other way because of her dress. We laughed it off as nothing. Takara's sense of humor may have been a little broken, but I completely understood how she found it funny. A pastime for the royal family was watching samurai training, so it was only natural to have a sort of twisted sense of humor. I let her down and she came up beside me.

"Where are you going?" she was now following me, something that didn't bother me anymore.

"Training," I answered simply.

"Again?" She sounded disappointed.

I nodded in agreement. I had been training a lot more than usual lately. I didn't mind at all, but it never occurred to me that I should ask why. We continued in silence to the dojo. It wasn't awkward at all, but then again this happened quite often.

"Hello... Hello~? Gakupo!" My manager's assistant called.

"Yeah?" where was she?

"Couch," She answered simply.

I got up and went to find her, knowing this could be a trick. I would start with the living room. I wasn't going to be surprised if she wasn't there, though. It would be more surprising if she was. When I reached the couch, she was laying down, eyes trained to the pages of the sheet music she was looking over. A problem? Maybe.