Hey everyone!

I present to you my new KNO fanfic, as promised.

Just a few things I'd like to point out before you start reading…

Kind of a crack story…I'm not sure, never written one. But then again in Sana's mind…it kind of has to be. (ha-ha!) All the post teenage Kodocha kids are now in their twenties and fresh out of college. Same personalities, of course.

Note that this is NOT a spin-off or sequel to my last fanfic, Kodocha: Middle School. So, it's not the story after. It's different, I promise.

Please, enjoy the story!!

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Me: Soooo, who's ready???

Sana: We ARE!!!

Akito: We are?

Sana: Yes, Hayama-san.

Akito: …

Me: *hits Akito with Sana's mallet* And without further ado…

Personal Assistant

Episode One: Pilot

I guess I can cut to the chase without any of those long-winded speeches about who I am.

My name's Sana Kurata, twenty two years old. Being a post child star, I understand the glitz and glam of Japanese stardom. But, as I went through my middle school and high school years, I stopped working in the business. Now I'm out of school and I started living with my best friend, Fuka Matsui. And I got a job with a cranky, boss-teme! His name's Hayama Akito (super 'hot' as everyone says but I see him a super jerk) and he's out…to ruin my life.

When I noticed his name under: Hayama Talent, one of the biggest acting management groups, in Tokyo, I signed up for a job to manage talent and be some star's manager. What I got, was so not what I planned. Instead of managing someone's career, I'm managing Akito Hayama's life!! I'm his new personal assistant (aka play toy)!!! But, let's roll it back a bit and see how it all happened, 'kay? I'm sure everything else I have to say will make everything make sense.

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"Sana…Sana…," Damn it, I thought. ONE MORE MINUTE.

Mama, I'll wake up in a minute…Damn, I'm not fourteen anymore. Crapola.

"'Morning, girl," Fuka, my best friend and room mate gave me a smug little grin…hmph!

"FU…KA," I growled, she knew I wasn't a morning person to begin with.

Jeez.

"We both got our interviews today," Fuka clapped a hand to my shoulder with a smile. "Best not be late." She smiled, before fleeing and before I would be out to get her. Which, really, would happen. Mornings were always like this, me waking up late and Fuka breaking the news to me not long after. I groaned, pushing myself up with all the strength I could manage.

"Hurry up, Sana! We gotta catch the route L subway to go uptown," Fuka shouted from the kitchen of our shared loft. I slammed our joint bed room door shut. In the morning, Fuka saw my mind usually out of focus and that I really was not—and would never be—a morning person. I flicked through my clothes, then Fuka's: mini-skirts, blouses we got from Harajuku, then work clothes, sat last near the back.

Of course I wish summer lasted forever, but I knew I had to deal with this superficial reality. In the end, I pulled out a somewhat short pencil skirt and bell-cap sleeved collared shirt. I took off her pajamas and pulled the skirt up and shirt over her head. Opening the room door, I yawned loudly and watched as Fuka sat behind the tiny-table/island jutting out from the wall.

"About time, sleepyhead," Fuka giggled, watching the pulp fall into her glass. My inability to act my norm in the morning always made Fuka wonder how I could be so cheerful later on.

"Nn," I mumbled, rolling my eyes and stealing Fuka's waffle from the toaster. She made two anyway. We sat down, to eat our breakfast together and she poured and passed me a glass of the fresh OJ. Awhile later, after they both prepped for their interviews, they headed on the train, uptown.

"So, where're you being recruited again?" I asked sleepily on our ride up to the center of uptown Tokyo.

"Jeez, what is this? The tenth time I've told you?" Even though she ridiculed me, Fuka knew I was the most forgetful person in the world. "Takaishi Corps." She told me as I shrugged at her.

"Oh…," I said. What the hell was that…I've totally heard it before…shiz.

"Yeah…you're probably wondering what that is, right?" Fuka read my mind just like usual. Damn, if she wasn't so to the point all the time, I would think she's psychic. …Just kidding!

"It's the biggest firm in Tokyo. They run big account managements…like, they do Hayama Talent's finances, so I've heard," Fuka explained as I nodded…off! I began to think of my interview with the big-important head guy of Hayama Talent. All of which I took incredibly seriously! Boss-guys' name was Hayama Akito and a long time ago, his dad ran the works of the Talent Group and now, Akito, his first and only son, took the role as CEO. Through the grape-vine thing I heard that…Mr. Hayama (Akito) was awful to work with, rude, and demonic. The only other catch was that he was extremely good looking. Hayama Akito had blondish brown hair, chestnut colored eyes, and a body to die for. That's, honestly, just what people tell me.

"So…erm, Takaishi-sama, he sounds cool," Wait, why did I call him 'sama'. Oops!

"Yeah…uh, okay," Fuka shrugged her shoulders. What was she supposed to think? Takaishi Yuta was just going to be her 'future' boss. Nothing special, right?

"Oh, here's my stop!" My eyes almost missed the screen displaying the words of the station. Stupid morning spacey-ness. It was worse than my usual spacing out. "I'll call you during my lunch hour…I hope." I told her with my wide-awake smile.

"Yeah," Fuka smiled. I put on my best smile as I fled the train and crossed over to one of the hugest sky scrapers in the city of Tokyo.

"Hi," I said, surely, at the front desk of Hayama Talent; the main branch was in the heart of Tokyo. "I'm Kurata Sana; I'm here for an interview today."

"Oh, hello Kurata-san, I-I'm Sugita Aya! But, please go to the thirty-second floor and wait in the room, all the way towards the back, 3204, okay?" First impression of Aya Sugita was that she was cute in the quiet sort of way. I hope I would see her more often. That would be nice!

"Um, alright. Thank you, Sugita-san," I waved, passing through and toward the elevator and then pressed the 'up' button the elevator. She hummed to a new song that was playing on the radio.

"I see the button's already pressed," a monotonous voice came creeping up behind me. Weirdo, I immediately thought.

"Oh, hello!" I knew I had to greet the stranger. Even any other person should be greeted politely. Especially in this business world. Strangely, he was astonishingly good looking, just like Hayama Akito was rumored to be. "Yes, I-I'm interviewing for a job here."I heard myself say as the handsome stranger guy smirked at me. Jerk.

"It's not funny! I—I need this job," I felt my nerves rattle.

"I see then," the man with light brown eyes just nodded, slipping into the elevator. I cocked my head, trying to figure him out. I realized he was one of them. One of those people who nobody could ever read.

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Oh right! It's called being stoic. That's the word; I automatically smiled at my realization. Then, whilst spacing yet again, stranger-guy was totally checking me out and giving nods and everything! Ew, pervert! Wait, that wouldn't make sense…this guy's hot.

"KYAH!" I heard myself cry, while tripping and falling right into this good-looking-mystery man's arms. I saw his stare diverge lower and knew he was checking out my (somewhat) cleavage.

GYAH! Super perv—y jerk!

"Thanks for the view," he smirked. How could he even say that!?

"EH?! PERVERT!!!" I screamed, backing away from him and into the corner of the other side of the elevator. When the elevator made that ding noise saying we were on my floor, I made a bee line out of the elevator as the doors slid open and walked towards the back, to Mr. Hayama's office. While expecting an older guy, to be head CEO, I waited idly, tapping my fingers on my arm.

"I'm Hayama Akito, are you here for the interview?" Omigod, I knew that voice. It sounded so similar, I almost fretted to turn around.

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Hayama Akito was the same good-looking, stranger man from the elevator. No way.

A/N – Erm, ta-da! New idea, new setting and Sana will probably stay away from elevators with sexy Akitos from now on. ....Yeah, right! Haha, so I hope you enjoyed my first chapter and I will update....depending on views/feedback/comments/anything. I know I've taken the KNO gang away from the sceneic school theme, but I thought this was an intruiging, new idea. So just go along with me for now. :)

Sana: Nice job, author-chan!

Me: You give yourself too openly.

Sana: You made me.

Me: But you liked it. ^^ Didn't you?

Sana: *blushes* ….REVIEW!