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Some days it was hard being something of a local celebrity.

Yukio wasn't sure if the gaggle of girls recognized him from his gigs as DJ Buster – at least not until they darted up to him and started fangirling. And while it was kind of fun for like five minutes (nothing wrong with talking to fans who happened to be cute), the girls persisted. Even when he tried to excuse himself as politely as he could, they wouldn't leave him alone. (He wondered idly if this is how the Beatles felt back in the day.)

Backing away from them, he began to walk with as long a stride as he could manage; to his mild alarm, the girls trotted after him, chattering their excitement at meeting one of their idols. Again, he wasn't sure if they just happened to be going the same direction he was, or if they were deliberately following him. He quickly ducked down the first alley he came across, hoping that his adoring fans would continue on their way – but when they went down the alley as well, he knew he had to do something to lose them. Then he spotted a partly open door behind some restaurant, and got an idea. Dashing into the room just as a snow flurry started, he slammed the door shut behind him and froze in position, keeping as still as possible. He heard the girls hunting around for him outside for a minute or two before they moved on, and he gave a sigh of relief.

Until the door opened again and a familiar figure entered – that small guy from the Korean cafe, Holland, was it? – holding a bunch of cleaning supplies and singing and dancing without care. A gust of wind closed the door behind him, and as he turned around and saw his favorite DJ standing there, he nearly screeched in surprise.

"No no no, please don't scream," Yukio begged in a loud whisper. "They'll find me again. I don't think I could handle that." He raised his aviator goggles from his eyes and gave Holland the most pleading look he could muster. "Please, man…"

"I don't wear them when it's going to snow," Yukio said of his shades, one eyebrow raised as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. "I'm hiding in here because of this group of girls I ran into. They wouldn't leave me alone." Any other man would have thought he'd died and gone to heaven, being swarmed by a bunch of girls, but to the DJ it was kind of embarrassing and frankly terrifying. Though if they hadn't been so aggressively fangirling him, he might have enjoyed it more. Darn cute girls, being all cute and s**t.

If there was one thing Yukio was a complete fool for, it was cute things. He looked down at Holland, who was clearly freaked out at finding him here, and oh lawd the little guy was just adorable, with his pink fringe and moon face and big teal eyes. Holland looked like a damn character from some shoujo anime; Yukio had seen his share of those, both as a kid and as an adult. In fact, he fashioned his own look from shoujo manga he'd read.

He didn't swing that way, though. Or did he? This was hardly the time to be pondering that.

Then what Holland was saying sunk in. "The door won't open?" Maneuvering around the small man, Yukio grasped the inside knob and shoved his shoulder against the door. Sure enough, it wouldn't budge; not only that, it felt icy beneath his touch, unnaturally so. "Uhhhh…." He sighed and wondered if that flurry hadn't caused this. What a time for Destiny City to be Destiny City-ing.

Yukio leaned back against the door despite the chill. "I don't suppose there's any way into this closet from inside, is there?"

Normally Yukio would have given a flippant answer to such a line of inquiry, delivered in his typical deadpan, flat tone of voice and with an equally flat expression on his face. But Holland was so sincere, and so ******** wide-eyed and innocent-seeming, and he was a non-obnoxious fan, and and and…

"No, I wish," he snorted a soft chuckle. "I have a day job that pays the bills and keeps a roof over my head. DJing is a part-time thing for now." He didn't want to go into his whole life's story with someone he'd only met recently, despite how adorable the someone was. Holland didn't need to know what his day job was, or what his other hobby entailed (that could get him in a whole bucket of trouble he didn't need, letting the word get out that he was a hacker as well). "But I'm working on being a full-time DJ. That would be glorious."

What was most definitely NOT glorious was the news that there was no closet access from the inside of the cafe. With a sigh, Yukio tried the door handle again, this time slamming his shoulder against the unyielding closet door to see if that would jar things loose. To no avail; it was frozen shut tight.

"Hmm. Let's try both of us hitting the door at the same time. Maybe with our powers combined we could get it to open. To paraphrase Captain Planet."

The door came open far easier than Yukio expected, sending both him and Holland tumbling into the snow on the ground. Pinwheeling arms and tripping legs and a lot of flailing and confusion, and in the midst of this his trusty vintage flight helmet came off, unleashing a cascade of blue hair as he fell…

On top of the smaller man.

No, like pretty solidly on top of him.

Winded from the fall (even though the snow and Holland both cushioned him from being knocked completely out of breath), he scrambled to get his arms underneath him, in order to maneuver himself up and off Holland. Before he could even begin to apologize, though, the little guy moved beneath him, hauling himself up… but not before his lips touched Yukio's. It was only for the briefest of moments – Holland scooted up and forward, and Yukio found his leverage and pushed himself up, and it just happened.

He froze for a second, then as quickly as he could given the slick snow, he scrambled to his feet, his face stone flat and emotionless but red as a lobster, his golden-yellow eyes huge. "S-sorry," he mumbled. "I um… hope I didn't accidentally squish you…" Bending to retrieve his hat, he put it back on, brushing his hair out of his face and avoiding eye contact at all cost.

Oh god, he was never in a million years going to live this down.

"No nono I'm the one who should be apologizing," Yukio said, shaking his head, suddenly very aware of his hat. He pulled the goggles down over his eyes again, as much to hide behind as to protect him from the snow, which was still falling lightly. "Look, um, lemme do something for you, if you want. I'll give you free passes backstage to my sets. As an apology for like… not squishing you. Um."

He could still feel the heat on his face. Finally looking at Holland, he nodded. "Thank you. I'll definitely take you up on that. The meal and drink thing. The food's really good, I don't know if I said that when I was here last time." And the company wasn't too bad either. He shook his head, as much to get his hair out of the way as to get his brain in gear. What was this, some silly yaoi manga? Only that girl at that little book store, Holi, knew he picked up some of that stuff along with his Japanese music magazines.

"Um, I should, y'know, get going. Got some music to make." Turning on his heel, he moved to leave, glancing around first to make sure the fangirls were nowhere to be seen. Then he glanced back over his shoulder. "Thanks again, Holland. Hopefully I'll see you around."

With a short sigh, Yukio headed home. A small smile crossed his lips, and he shook his head as he exited the alley. He had a lot to think about…