Akira, confused as ever, nodded and was forced to follow the man to the limo. He wasn’t really sure why he was being pulled into the limo, he was willing to wait until later to talk to his long-forgotten friend. “Look I-“

“Not another word,” Dexter mumbled and waited for the rest of the group to file into the limo before getting in himself and shutting the door on the stunned crowd.

Aeron refused to look over to Akira and crossed his arms, sitting as far away as possible from the young man. Akira on the other hand sat prim and proper, folding his hands in his lap feeding to the tension in the air because of his outburst.

The other band members just sat there feeling awkward between the two, which seemed like fighting lovers.

“So…um…are you a boy or a girl?” the drummer finally asked, trying to break the tension in the air.

“I’m-“ Akira started.

“Don’t answer that.” Aeron spat out, “It’s none of your business, Jimmy. Akira is an ice queen and has a tongue of lies, so nothing they say can be trusted.” He hissed, before returning back to his silence.

“Girl then.” The drummer said and chuckled, “What did you do, Aeron, knock her up?” he looked over to Akira, “Naw…doesn’t look preggers. Well, cutie, what is it?”

Akira opened his mouth and looked away, feeling dejected by the interruption. “Aerie…I just-”

Aeron’s eyes went wide, “Don’t you ever call me that again!” he barked “I am not your Aerie or anyone else’s. Shut the hell up. I’m not planning on listening to you anyways, I don’t know why the hell Dexter decided to bring you.”

“Because if I didn’t, there would have been a lot more that you would need to explain over television. So if you don’t mind, why don’t we all just stay quiet until we reach the hotel and then you and…Akira, was it?” he questioned, looking over to the man.

Akira nodded.

“And Akira can discuss it in private.” Dexter finished before looking out the tinted window of the vehicle.

After that, it seemed like the limo ride was never going to end. Everyone in the limo sat awkwardly and when the limo finally stopped, they all ran out of the limo as if it was on fire. Each band member scattered, but Dexter grabbed a hold of Aeron’s arm “Uh, uh, uh, you young man will be going to your room and discussing whatever it is that Akira needs to discuss with you.” He said, giving Aeron his own supposedly all-knowing look.

Aeron frowned but nodded and motioned for Akira to follow him.

“You’ve, um, done well for yourself,” Akira whispered as he was lead up to the room. A penthouse suite in a hotel that didn’t look cheap either.

“Is that why you finally decided to show yourself after all these years?” Aeron asked. Figured. Akira only said to get lost because he thought Aeron was a nobody. Now that Aeron was somebody, it only made sense that the ice queen would show up again.

“What? No., Akira said, frowning. “I- I came because I-“ he bit his lip again and sighed, “Well I came because I honestly wanted to talk to you, catch up, you know? I saw you on the TV and just thought that maybe we could…explain ourselves.”

“Ourselves? Explain ourselves!” Aeron screamed as he mashed the buttons on the elevator, starting to pace back and forth, causing every person to every level that they stopped at say that they were just going to wait for the next one. “What the hell do I have to explain? You were the sorry ass that told me to get the frick lost! You have to explain! Freaking witch.” He hissed.

Akira looked down at his feet and bit his lip again, “I’m sorry….poor choice of words.” He stated and started to force himself into his prima ballerina stature. A wonderful little defense mechanism that he had caught when he was in high school. No one bothered with the ice queen, as Aeron so kindly put it. “Look, Aeron, I just want to talk about that night. We- Well we left on bad terms and I wanted to let you know that I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. You-“

“Oh to hell with that shit!” Aeron hissed at Akira, “Didn’t want to lose me as a friend, what a load of crap. If you didn’t want to lose me as a friend you would have found me years ago. Why the frick now, Akira? Hm? Why the frick now would you come and try to make up? You want something. You’ve always wanted something from me. And friendship wasn’t it.” He said and stormed out of the elevator and into the penthouse suite as he flung his jacket over to the couch. He turned on Akira, “Well, what is it? Money? Fame? Maybe a good screw?” he growled.

Akira followed after the mad man and frowned, his own rage getting the better of him. “Fine! Is that what you want to hear from me, Aeron? That I just want money and fame from you? That I thought if I came back to you that maybe you would take pity on the old friend that made it nowhere after you left? Yeah, that’s right Aeron, I went nowhere! I’m just a stupid teacher at the godforsaken school. Never made it big like you did. Never managed to go through with my dream and get to dance on the center stage. No, I got left in the sorry pit of despair when my friends all left me. The very ones that told me to ditch you because you would lead me nowhere. And low and behold, here I am, no one knows my name. Yes, Aeron, that’s what I want from you. I want your fame. Now give it to me.” He growled, turning on his heels. He meant none of it. It just angered him that the man that knew him better than anyone else would ever think such a thing of him.

Aeron stared at Akira during his outburst and smirked, the smirk slowly growing wider. Finally, the truth. It was all he ever wanted, well that and revenge against the bitter man that left him out to dry. “I knew it,” he whispered, low enough that Akira wouldn’t hear him. “Fine, then I'll give it to you.” He said, “I’ll give you your chance. You can dance your pretty little prima ballerina shoes all over my stage.” He smirked even more, “But…my precious. You’ll have to do everything that I say.” He said, moving over to Akira and playing with his hair, “You see, I’ll gladly have you dance on my stage, center if you want. But there would be one tiny problem with that. I don’t have male dancers….” He smirked, “If you want to dance on my stage then you’ll have to dress and dance like a woman," he whispered against Akira’s ear “Can you do that?” he asked.