Idol On The Run

"Ah~ what a beautiful day." Someone murmured as he got out of bed, yawning loudly. He was still incredibly tired - since he had only come back home about half an hour ago and didn't have any real sleep. But that was just a minor inconvinience that came with his 'job', so the man didn't complain and stretched a bit as he was standing up - his blue, wild hair looked even wilder than normal in this state. Still, shaking off that tired feeling, he was quick to ready himself for the coming day...
And even though the actual methods were indeed a bit more... luxurious, they were not too different from a certain girl that got out of bed roughly at the same time - nabbing a quick protein snack and glass of water from his personal, small kitchen, the rich man made his way into a bathroom that was probably as big as the girl's entire apartment. It was not like Kaito especially enjoyed this wasteful lifestyle, but even he had to adhere to the standards expected of his position, or he'd quickly lose the company he had build up from nothing. After a quick shower, though - which he took AFTER removing obviously blue colored boxer shorts - and while still brushing his hair through, he threw a quick glance on the daily headlines on his wall-embedded four dimensional TV screen - and then flicked it over to his personal 'channel' which immedeatly darkened all windows of his penthouse up in this skyscraper while flashing very special news across. And just in that moment, the formerly slightly smiling happy face of Kaito as he had awakened was washed away and replaced by a stern, serious look, until he gave a small nod and the channel flipped back - together with his mood and the windows, finishing to dress himself up appropiately for the small plan he had in mind.
"It's good that they're behind bars now. Another job well done, Falling Star. I'd give you a raise... if we actually paid you."
"You worry about making a case against them, and I'll keep delivering them. That's how it should be."
"At times I really want to know just who you are, friend."

In the end, it looked rather 'simple' for his standards - a black, stylish and very expensive suit that made him look like a normal high ranking office worker. Without his trademark blue and whie colors, he wouldn't be spotted that quickly in the city, and could move around more easily. And it indeed worked - AFTER escaping from around twenty or so hordes of fangirls. With a slight sigh, the well-known singer put on sunglasses to at least conceal his eyes, and was on his way again - towards the show that his alter ego had ruined so effectively. And after seeing the result for himself - the singer couldn't help but chuckle a bit, as he moved away from the place. He still had some time left, so he'd take that time to just wander around and finish the lyrics of his newest song...
Or so he thought, until his mind was abruptly interrupted from doing that upon a certain sight. A sight that he had not expected to turn up... What his trained eyes were able to percieve was talent. The multi-millionair was certain without even looking her in the eyes, or hearing her voice once - and then, they passed by each other. The blue haired man stopped his steps, and slowly turned around - while removing his sunglasses and stashing them away, he raised his melodic and incredibly warm voice.
"Excuse me, miss? Are you headed towards the 'Idol' event down this road?" Besides warmth, his voice was also very polite and formal, just like all of his speech. "If so, then I'm sorry to be the bringer of bad news, but... Apparently, the police cancelled the event. If not, then I am terribly sorry for having taken your time."

It was a rather nice day outside, nothing to make a normal person complain about. The sun was shining, and there wasn't really anything to make it particularly uncomfortable out. Still, an irritated sigh could he heard escaping the lips of one man. Slowly this man walked through the streets of downtown Karakura. His blonde hair reaching down to his shoulders, and shining a bit in the sun. He was 5'10" and had a slim appearance. Though this man was a Shinigami, one wouldn't be able to tell from his attire. Today he did not wear the standard Shinigami robes. He wore a simple white T-shirt and a long pair of dark colored pants. Around his neck was a simple necklace, with a blue gem on the end. His eyes were masked by a pair of sunglasses he had picked up recently. On his right hip were two sheathed blades. They seemed pretty normal, though for a guy the coloring was rather strange. The cloth of one was pink, while the other purple. Minor details, though he has had people comment on it in the past.

This man's name was Snopy Saika, and his appearance looked like an 18 year old's. With the sunglasses masking his eyes, his appearance was fairly neutral. Yet he was notably irritated. Why don't you just shut up! You are the only one being loud. I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! Snopy's eye was actually twitching a little as the two females shrieked within his head. His Zanpakutō had 2 spirits, and they always fought with each other. He wondered how he was able to maintain some semblance of sanity. Will you two please quiet down, you are giving me a headache. He was rather calm about it, despite his irritation. He had to listen to that much more often than he would like to.

Snopy didn't really have a specific reason for being in Downtown Karakura. He didn't have anything to do today, so he decided there would be no harm. Something interesting might happen if he came down, so he went for it. At this point he was bored out of his mind. The fighting in his mind made him not even feel like doing anything. Actually, at this point he would probably just want to talk to someone that wasn't his Zanpakutō. In fact, he was almost tempted to start a conversation with the next person he saw who might be some kind of pleasant company.

As he heard a man's voice he stopped and looked up. He saw an oddly dressed female and a professionally dressed male, the latter of which seemed to be apologizing for something about some idol thing. Snopy tried to dig deep into the back of his mind. At one point he knew what a Japanese idol was, but it had been over 80 years since the term had come up. Though it was hazy, he thought he might remember. He was snapped out of his thinking by something he had hoped stopped. I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR SPINE OUT! He had had quite enough of this. WILL THE TWO OF YOU STOP ARGUING, YOU ARE GIVING ME A HEADACHE! Snopy was not one to yell, but sometimes it was the only way to shut them up if the fight was bad enough. Unfortunately for him he had accidentally yelled out loud. He immediately realized his mistake and looked around. Oddly there wasn't many people around, just the two he noticed talking. Shit, this isn't good.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he went over to the two, who would have had to have been deaf to not hear him. If he didn't say anything, they might think he was talking to them, despite them not arguing or anything like it. I'm sorry, I'd like to apologize for that. I was a little irritated about something and I accidentally screamed out loud. So if I bothered you in any way, I didn't mean it. Snopy wasn't really the best with apologies. He was even worse with formalities, and he tended to apologize formally when it came to complete strangers. Either way, he made sure to be polite about it. This really wasn't how he would have liked his day to begin, but it was too late now to change it.