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Mystery Fusion #14

Disclaimer: That would be telling... bottom of the fic. ;)

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The fans watched her raptly, waving their hands and cheering her on.

"Momo-san."

They chanted her name, shouting her adulation wildly,  throwing 
streamers and calling for more.

"Momo-san!"

The music began to play, and she took a step forward, smiling 
brightly as a trio of spotlights snapped on all at once, focused on 
her. She raised and hand slowly, grabbing the microphone before her 
and drawing in her breath.

"MOMO-SAN!"

***

Snapped out of her daydream, she smiled apologetically at the young 
man before her. "Sorry, sorry, what was that Ichiro-san?"

The young man before her frowned worriedly, then shook his head. 
"Momo-san..."

She lowered her head and rubbed at her temples worriedly. The life of 
an O.L. was a sorry thing, more often than not, and after her career 
as an idol singer came to an end...

She shook her head, banishing the thought. "You have a question for 
me, Ichiro-san?"

"Er... yes, Momo-san, Oji-san, the department head would like a word 
with you."

"Thank you, Ichiro-san. I'll go speak with him in a moment."

He waked away slowly, muttering under his breath quietly, but not 
quite quietly enough. "Silly has-been... head in the clouds, eyes on 
the past."

Swallowing to collect herself, she turned away, rubbing at the tears 
she felt forming. An O.L., single, her idol singing career the only 
bright point in her life... and that was gone, now.

***

Oji rustled a few papers on his desk, looking up as Momo entered his 
office, and offered a weak smile. "Oji-san? You asked for me?"

He nodded, smiling brightly, and produced a sheaf of papers. "I was 
just going through some old papers," he explained, gesturing her 
towards a seat. "I found something for you that we had missed... 
Could you fill these out for me?"

She filled out the paperwork silently, then trudged towards the 
hallway dejectedly, pausing once she was out of Oji's sight to sigh 
miserably. "Kentaro... stupid Kentaro..." Her boyfriend of three 
years had accidentally thrown away one of her most prized 
possessions, one of the few relics from her idol singing career that 
she had left, and...

Sighing, again, she stopped, suddenly feeling someone's eyes on her. 
She turned slowly, nervous, and blinked, seeing the new hire 
watching her intently. "Um," she began nervously, "can I help you... 
Masamichi-san?"

The young man nodded, a pleasant smile on his face that could 
probably melt through young-women's hearts with ease... Momo felt 
another momentary surge of disappointment. No way she could hope to 
capture his attention, since she was already an ancient twenty-six 
years old...

His voice was low and soothing, though he glanced around to make sure 
that no one was looking when he addressed her. "Momo-san... I'd like 
to take you to heaven..."

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Okay, that's far enough. Now, for those of you who guessed, it 
_excellent_ job, and for those of you who don't, it's a fusion 
between Fairy Princess Minky Momo, and Black Heaven (AKA Hard Rock 
Save the Space).

Disclaimer: Fairy Princess Minky Momo is the property of Ashi 
Productions, and Black Heaven (AKA Hard Rock Save the Space), 
belongs to Pioneer.

... I might actually continue this one, if it weren't for the 
horribly obscurity factor.

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