Thank you everyone for waiting for this re-written, and hopefully better, version of "A Missing Artist"! I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! I decided to take the prologue out. And I'm gonna keep a few things from the original prologue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis! I only own Mia, her family, the plot, and her false name! I don't even own the song titles that you'll see later!


Chapter 1: Me, myself, and Tony
Mia's POV

Our favorite pop star, Mia, has disappeared from the music world. We have just got some information from her band member, Jake, that she left the concert last night in a storming rage, yelling that she would never return. We have no idea where she could be currently, but we all will try to find her. Now onto…

I picked the black little remote, flicking the TV off with a satisfying click from the black box. I was tired of listening to them talk about me, my life, and how I walked out on my concert last night. Didn't they have anything else to do besides follow famous people just to get a scoop to make money? It was a pitiful job, one that only rats could do. Only the lowest of the people; the ones with no life could complete that job. They had no lives, as I saw it. They only cared about harming others just to earn a quick buck.

And then there was that little rat Jake who had nothing better to do but make my life a living hell just as all the reporters did all the time. He was despicable, always saying I was special to him in front of the camera then changing behind stage where he would be a real jerk. He would always push me away and every time I tried to make some changes into our music, he would always go against me, saying we didn't need the change; we just need a male singer. But of course he would say that. It was so like him to be that way, always egging me on and using his charm later on when the cameras were around.

Hissing in annoyance, I got up from the couch in my large living room, walking past a few paintings that hung on my walls and through a narrow hallway. Spotting the first door I could see, I walked into it, entering a sweet scented room that was a pale blue color with a four poster bed sitting in the middle of the marble tiled room. I walked around the bed, walking over to my golden colored mirror, looking into it to see my reflection. My usually straight, hip length, black hair was hanging wildly around my head, not lying flat even though I keep trying to tame it. And my eyes. My usually blue and perky eyes were dull and sunken in from crying most of the night. This was not how I wanted to look before I changed the way I looked for good.

Sighing, and cringing, I leaned over slightly, picking up a pair of scissors, bring them to me. From there, I picked up a lock of my hair, bringing the sharp metal closer to it, gently cutting off a long piece of it, letting it fall to the floor before continuing on, moving from lock to lock until my hair was shorter. My black hair now reached the nap of my neck, falling in layers on the top, making it a boyish cut.

I whined, looking at my shorter hair, running my fingers through the now straight-ish locks. I was changing myself into a boy. I couldn't be seen in Japan with my face, my hair, and my name. I could hear it all now, fans yelling out to me as I made my way to school, teachers asking for autographs, students bothering my studies for pictures, guys wanting to be with me. I couldn't handle it, just like I couldn't handle it right now.

"Mia-san, are you ready?" A servant asked, walking in with her hands held in front of her maid outfit.

I sighed, turning around to face my only true friend. "Yes Aneko-chan," I smiled warmly at her, walking over to her where she held a little box with a woman on the front with blonde hair. I took the box from her, cringing as I opened up the blonde dye kit. "Can you help me?" I asked Aneko, walking back over to my mirror, grabbing two chairs along the way. "Here," I patted the seat beside me. Aneko smiled warmly, walking over to the chair where she sat down. I followed soon after, handing her the dying kit where she began to mix the different chemicals together, making the room smell bad.

"Are you sure about this Mia-san?" Aneko asked, picking up a white brush and dipping it in the mixture before applying it to my hair without a reply from me.

I sighed, "I have to Aneko. What else can I do? Jake won't leave me alone unless I do something about him. Or at least unless I jump off the face of the Earth."

"So who will you be now?" Aneko asked, rhythmically applying the dye as I spoke.

"I'm going to be Tony. Tony Romano, an Italian student sent by his wealthy father to learn more about other cultures."

"But how will you tell them how you are very knowledgeable in other languages?" Aneko asked, dipping the brush in the mixture once again, moving to the back of my head.

"I will simply tell them that my mother was Japanese so she taught me Japanese and about the other languages, well, they can't ask if I don't speak them. Except for English. I'll just explain that I my homeschooling teachers were into English and enforced the language on me." I stated, repeating over all the excuses I came up with for when I went to Japan if they had any questions.

I heard Aneko giggle, "You are well informed aren't you Tony?"

"Of course," I smiled at her, watching as she put the dye down.

"There, all done. Now you have to wait an hour before washing the dye out and then your hair will be golden blonde for 5 months before you have to re-dye it again. All you have to do is dye your roots every now and then." Aneko stated taking the dye and walking into my bathroom where I heard the water turn on as she washed the little dye holder out. Soon she came back into the room, smiling as she sat back down.

"So what do you wish to do for an hour?" Aneko asked. I thought for a second, wondering as to what I should for about an hour's wait.

"I could sing a song for you as Tony," I stated, knowing that I was going to have Tony be a quiet person, one who sang and played guitar.

Aneko smiled, "Sure. But what song?"

I smiled, standing up from my spot, grabbing my guitar and my black pick. "I was listening to this one song by Hinder and I wanted to try it out. Here goes nothing." I sighed, resting the electric guitar on my leg, strumming for the opening. (A/N: for the song, just play along and pretend that there is only a guitar if you listen to it. Please? Oh and the song is Nothin' Good about Goodbye by Hinder.)

I rolled up my sleeves today

Cause I thought that this was over

But then you called to say

You forgot that broach of your mother's

Every time I try to cut the cord

You come crawling back with some excuse

You forgot something

There's nothing good about goodbye

I could swear I saw you cry

I always knew you'd wind up falling harder

There's nothing good about goodbye

Just say goodbye

I rolled up my sleeves today

Cause I thought that this had ended

But then you called again

To tell me how you're gonna blow my best friend

And every time I try to cut the cord

You come crawling back with some excuse

You forgot something

There's nothing good about goodbye

I can swear I saw you cry

I always knew you'd wind up falling harder

Falling harder

Every story has two sides

In the he-said-she-said fight

Always knew you'd wind up falling

Falling harder

There's nothing good about goodbye

Just say goodbye

Falling, falling harder

You're falling apart

Falling, falling harder

You're falling apart

Falling, falling harder

You're falling apart

Falling, falling harder

You're falling apart

There's nothing good about goodbye

I can swear I saw you cry

I always knew you'd wind up falling

Falling harder

Every story has two sides

In the he-said-she-said fight

She'll always end up falling

Falling harder

I sighed, finishing up the song and placing the instrument down. "What did you think?" I asked, looking over at Aneko who was watching in amazement. I knew she has never seen one of my concerts live, she only watched them from recordings that my mother took just for her.

"You are really good, but you do have such a girly voice when you sing." Aneko stated with a wide smile.

"Shut up! That's because I am a girl smarty," I gently pushed her and we both began laughing.

Finally, after my fit of laughter, I sat up, looking over at Aneko who had a smile on her face. "I'm going to miss it here," I mussed, looking around and my large room, taking in everything.

Just then, my stomach growled at me for food. I looked down at the flat stomach then back at Aneko.

"I think he wants to eat," I whispered, covering one side of my mouth while pointing at my stomach. Aneko giggled.

"Of course," With that Aneko got up from the chair, walking into the kitchen with me following right after her.

*45 minutes later*

"Hm…that was good food Aneko," I stated, patting my full tummy. Aneko had just given me some Japanese food, consisting of rice, fish, some veggies, and soy sauce. It was the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in my entire life…well, except for that time when I ate real Italian pizza. That was the best.

"I'm glad you liked it," Aneko smiled, cleaning up everything.

"So…when are my parents coming to pick me up again?" I asked, trying to start up a conversation.

"In two hours." Aneko replied looking over at the clock on the brick wall. "Oh, Mia, you need to get the dye out of your hair now."

I blinked, looking at the clock as well to see it was in fact time for me to wash the dye out. Jumping up, I ran into the bathroom, turning the water on quickly as I took my clothes off before hopping into the shower, not caring about the temperature. Luckily, the water was a little warm…well warm enough to not make me jump back out. Quickly, I shoved my head under the shower head, letting my hair get wet before grabbing my favorite black lily scented shampoo and rubbing it into my hair. I rinsed it out after that, watching as the suds washed down the drain. Then I grabbed the same scented conditioner. Applying it to my hair, I allowed it to soak in first, choosing to wash my body before rinsing it out.

Grabbing my little spongy object and my bottle of black lily body wash I put the thick stuff onto the sponge before scrubbing my body clean. Then I got back under the shower head, rinsing off the suds and the conditioner.

Finally, I was clean and I hopped out of the shower, grabbing my blue, fluffy, towel, wrapping it around my body before walking into my room. I dried myself quickly before taking out a pair of tan shorts that had belonged to my other brother then his old black t-shirt that was baggy enough to cover the bumps on my chest.

Once I was finished dressing, I walked over to my mirror, looking at my reflection, my now short hair was a golden blonde color with pieces hanging over my forehead and the layers hanging lazily over the bottom part. I looked different. I wasn't myself anymore. No. Now I was Tony Romano, an Italian boy. I was no longer Mia Asuma.


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