Prince&Princess

Sweat dripped from his fashionable, dyed pink hair, his eyes staring sharply at the mirror, his heavy breathing echoed in the hollow dance room, his name was Lee Jun Ki, he had just finished teaching a class of students for a Culture festival in Shanghai, they were travelling from Tokyo.

His class consisted of 55 students, ranging from 3 years old to 20 years old, he was also in charge of designing the costumes for the performers, they were to be dressed in traditional kimino's, the girls would wear a pink floral one with cherry blossoms decorating the kimino, whilst the boys wore a sky blue kimino with beautiful hummingbirds, the girls would wear light makeup of white powder and some red streaks, whilst boys would have Kabuki style makeup for their performance.

The group was representing Japan and they were called 'Prince&Princess', they also decided to sing some songs, and play musical instruments as well as their explosive dance routine at the end.

Yoshiki walked into the studio, he finished his work early and he greeted Lee Jun Ki, one his arms was carrying a transparent white folder, his other hand held a comforting cup of noodles for Lee Jun Ki.

"You should eat something, you look sickly and pale these days," Yoshiki said standing next to Lee Jun Ki.

Yoshiki's plucked eyebrows, dyed red hair and his piercing black eyes was a different style of other professors but extremely clever and dedicated to his field of work, he was also popular with the female students and recieved lots of flowers and presents on Valentine's Day.

A group of female students were huddled outside, admiring the two different but equally handsome men, who were talking seriously.

"I'm gonna crash at your house tonight if it's okay?" Lee Jun Ki said as he grabbed his bag and finished tidying the studio up.

"Sure," Yoshiki said.

The two walked out of the room to the group of startled girls, Yoshiki gave a little smile and Lee Jun Ki gave them a wave.

"Bye, see you tomorrow, " Lee Jun Ki called back.

*In Yoshiki's Car*

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" Yoshiki asked his friend, as he was cruising his car casually through the winding roads, the cream leather seats and the hazelnut coloured wood clashed with the men's colourful hairstyles.

"Chinese food," Lee Jun Ki said.

Yoshiki took a left turn at a petrol station, to fill his car up, as he went to pay, Lee Jun Ki was scanning the petrol station, deep in his thoughts about the prepations for the Culture Festival in Shanghai.

He noticed a photo on Yoshiki's seat, he picked up the photo and looked at the girl, staring back at him was a girl with a bright, warm smile, she had long, waist length wavy pink hair, dark brown eyes, she was wearing a kimino and had fake tattoo sleeves on both of her skinny arms.

Yoshiki climbed into the car and grabbed the photo adruptly from Lee Jun Ki, "Please, I would prefer you not to root through my personal belongings."

Lee Jun Ki inhaled sharply, that picture was something else, he was Yoshiki's friend from birth, they shared everything.