Shuichi calls Rantaro and goes to work.

Shuichi slept soundly through the rest of the night until his alarm woke him the next morning, beeping loudly as the yellow rays of the sun darted their ways through the city streets outside. Shuichi yawned, turned off his alarm, and blinked his eyes open. His eyes drifted to the right and he saw that his phone had finally finished charging on the nightstand next to him and that it was still sitting on a pile of erotic DVDs he had bought the day before.

“So… yesterday really happened…” Shuichi said to himself as he rubbed his eyes. “I had sex with my boss in an elevator, had my first threesome with a guy, blew a whole paycheck, met a cute pharmacist woman, and… I almost died, too.” Shuichi shivered. “I probably shouldn’t focus too much on that last part.”

Shuichi took a deep breath to calm himself and began his morning routine, showering, eating, and preparing for work. Then, after he was sure his tie was straight, he took out his phone and called the number Rantaro had given him the day before. He expected it to go to voicemail but, to his surprise, someone picked up.

“Ahh… hey there, sis,” Rantaro’s tired voice answered. “Did you need something? There’s not some kind of emergency, is there?”

“W-what? Sis?” Shuichi stammered. “Uh, it’s me, Rantaro; Shuichi Saihara. We met the day before yesterday at the music store.”

“Oh, my bad! I didn’t bother to check the ID. Usually, only my sisters ever bother calling me this early.” Rantaro yawned. “So, how’s it going? Did you want to hang out together already? Because if so, I’m going to need a cup of coffee or two before I do anything.”

“No, actually, I just needed to ask you something,” Shuichi replied. “Remember yesterday when I said I had the chance to meet Pitch in person?”

“Yeah, of course,” Rantaro replied. “Why? Do you want me to try and hook you up with her again? Or do you want one of her speakers installed under your bed?”

“A-actually, it’s a bit more serious than that.” Shuichi scratched his cheek nervously. “Tell me, have you ever known Pitch to… experiment with ****?”

“Oh no.” Rantaro groaned. “I already don’t like where this is going.”

“Well, while I was with her, Pitch might have encouraged me to snort a **** called Kibofil off her breast, and it… might have caused me to overdose and nearly die a few hours after we last saw each other,” Shuichi continued. “Has she, uh, ever done that with any guys before?”

“Shit…” Rantaro swore under his breath. “We didn’t have Kibofil back when we toured together, but it doesn’t surprise me at all that she did something like that. She’s always been a ‘do first, think later’ kind of woman. I’m sorry that happened to you, Shuichi.”

“Hey, don’t worry! I’m fine now! No harm no, foul, right?” Shuichi replied, almost sounding as if he was the one apologizing. “I just wanted to make sure she didn’t do anything like that again. Do you think you can call her up and tell her how dangerous snorting Kibofil can be?”

“Well, I would, but the thing is… Pitch doesn’t own a cell phone,” Rantaro confessed. “She’s always pretty tight for cash, so she always just bums someone else’s phone whenever she needs to call someone.”

“Wait, seriously?” Shuichi gasped. “Is there any way we can contact her before she tries the same thing on someone else?”

“I don’t think we’d have much luck today; tomorrow is her next concert, so she’ll be so busy practicing and working that I doubt she’d even notice us even if we did try to talk to her – assuming she hasn’t passed out already,” Rantaro replied. “But, as it just so happens, I was planning on going to her concert with some of my sisters anyways. I can hop backstage and tell her what happened right after the show ends.”

“Really? Phew…” Shuichi let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Rantaro. That takes a load off my conscience.”

“Don’t worry, it’s no problem at all,” Rantaro’s voice replied. “You can come with me if you want, by the way. One of my sisters had something come up, so I’ve got a spare ticket kicking around. It might be more convincing if you warn her about the **** yourself, and it’d be a great chance for the two of us to hang out.”

“O-oh, uh… that sounds like it would be pretty interesting,” Shuichi replied nervously. “But I’ve never been to a rock concert before. Or any kind of concert for that matter.”

“Wait, you’re a concert virgin?” Rantaro asked. “Well then, you definitely have to go; you haven’t lived until you’ve been to one of Pitch’s concerts. They’re parties that will stick with you for the rest of your life. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

“I… guess I don’t have a reason not to go,” Shuichi said, though he was silently cursing himself for not being able to refuse Rantaro. He still had trouble socially interacting with people he knew, let alone a whole crowd of strangers. “Sure, I’ll go.”

“Great! I’ll meet you outside The Sun nightclub tomorrow at 8 PM. There probably won’t be any parking, so take the bus there,” Rantaro replied. “Alright, I’m going to go have breakfast now. Have a good day, okay, Shuichi?”

“Yeah, you too.” Shuichi hung up his phone and headed off to work, driving the same route he took every day to his office. There, went to his cubicle and booted his computer to start his daily tasks, though he wasn’t able to sit there long before he was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.