Author's Notes: This is just something I imagined a while back when I was…busy. I thought it might go to waste if I just ignore it.

And before I start, I want to say that I haven't experienced being a celebrity so I really don't know WHAT IT'S ACCURATELY LIKE to be one.

Souji Seta

By Tammy Super Girl

"QUIET ON THE SET!" A manly voice echoed in the wide space area. I heard it alright, but I can't seem to concentrate. My headache's acting up again and my new manager said that I have migraine. I never had migraine before. But then again, it is quite normal these days.

'Physical and emotional stress, red wine, aged cheese,' I remember my manager enumerating the factors that trigger migraine. 'Hotdogs, peanut butter, pickled foods.'

No biggie. I rubbed my head and casually walked over to the director. "Excuse me," We're doing a commercial. "I think I have a problem with my line here."

"CUT!" The director shouted. "Rise!" And then he shouted at me. "We were filming! Didn't you hear me?"

"Oops!" I covered my mouth with my right palm. "I'm sorry." I apologized and bowed my head.

"Rise, you've been quite removed lately. Why don't you take a break first?" My manager walked in. He's really helpful and he really looks after me. I'm glad he became my new manager.

"Yoshizaki." The director mentioned his surname. I didn't like his tone. "If she goes to rest now, we would have to move our schedule assumption.

Hiroshi Yoshizaki. He's my new manager. "Yes. But if my client doesn't feel well, she might not do well either. It's better that we take extra precautions with our health so we can do a better job." He told him. His name means generous and he is! I began to smile.

"But she needs to be a professional because that what professionals are!" Director Yuhara uttered.

"She just came back to Showbiz; give her a little exception." Hiroshi stretched out his hand for me. I reached it gladly and then he led me to the exit of the set.

As we walk, I feel compelled to express my gratitude. "Thanks Hiroshi. Although I think I really have to act professional again. I've been back for six months now and-"

"Nonsense. A princess should always be treated as a princess." Hiroshi gave me a warm smile at that. It's nice to feel like a princess but to be honest, there's only one person in this world I want to treat me as such. "And not only I perceives you as that, Rise." He pointed the bunch of flowers waiting at my doorstep.

"…Not again." I muttered as I jogged towards the plants lying on the carpeted floor.

"Yes again. Remember, your admirers keep you alive in your career." He reminded me. I should thank him for that too.

I bended my knees and made them land on the ground. "But I said I don't want any of these here. I also need my privacy."

"They're just harmless plants." Hiroshi beamed kindly. "If you think they're troublesome, throw them out." And then he waved and walked off. "I'll see you later."

I childishly pouted at his retreating back. "I can…" I whispered to my self. I can honestly throw them out. Although it feels such a waste to actually do it but a part of me gets hurt because none of the pretty flowers belong to "…from Souji Seta." I can't believe my eyes. One of the bouquets is actually from…him!

I held up a bouquet of white Stephanotis flowers. Stephanotis means 'good luck'. My lips frowned a bit. It's nice that he ACTUALLY remembers me but I wished and hoped that his flowers would be more romantic… But then again, it's really nice that he sent me flowers. It's more than enough.

I held it close to my heart and entered my bedroom while leaving out the rest of the plants outside my door. This is the bouquet I want and this is the one I will keep.

I think I did extremely well today. I was extra good in the commercial we were making. I am now walking in the streets of Tokyo, dressed up in a trench coat, a beret, and a pair of huge sunglasses. It was hard in Inaba to be asked if I were Risette, but the hardness can never be compared here. The streets are more crowded and people are more aggressive. Thus, it is nice to wear a lot of clothing so I can hide my identity. No one can recognize me, I'm sure.

"You got the flowers, I see." Or so I thought? There was a familiar manly voice I heard. And it came from beside me. I looked askance to the right but I didn't stare too long. I'm afraid it might be a stalker. And it's not good because I'm alone. One day, just this day, they finally approved of me leaving alone and I can't let my day be ruined by a common stalker. I glanced at the right and a vision of the train running caught my sight.

I ran.

I found my self running, trying to keep up with the train's speed. I might look like an idiot but I unfortunately found my self reminiscing the day Senpai left Inaba. Yukiko, Chie, Naoto, and the other guys are running with me while we say goodbye to him.

Soon after, I got to my senses and stopped.

As soon as I caught my breath, I realized that I ended up in some sort of a plaza. There are less people here. I took my cellular phone out of my pocket. I aim to call someone to pick me up.

I lifted my phone near to my abdomen. I paused for a while. I wish I can just press a button and call Senpai. But that can't be possible now. I lost my old cell phone a month after I got back in the city. I was forced to get a new one. I never had the chance to retrieve my friends' numbers from Inaba.

The painful memory made me pout and I felt nothing else to do but to press the call button and place my phone upon my right ear.

It's ringing.

"Are you okay?" The same voice entered my ears.

My eyes widened beyond my dark sunglasses. Once again, I can't believe my eyes. I'm seeing him for the first time in almost two years. "Yes Miss Kujikawa?"

"Senpai, is that you?" I took off my sunglasses, ignoring the driver who picked up my call.

"Yes Rise. How's it been?" He greeted me nicely; kind and charming, as always.

"Nothing. I'll call again later." I spoke on my phone and quickly placed it back in my right jean pocket.

"I'm glad you got my flowers." He said while pointing the bouquet protectively clutched in my left hand. I blushed and giggled embarrassingly.

"I-I was taking it out to umm…get some…fresh sunlight..!" I half lied. I really just can't leave it in my room. There's no problem with the maids cleaning it out. I really just can't leave it. I wanted to be near to it as long as I can.

"That's nice." Souji Seta spoke gently and neared me.

I felt the orange light coming from afar. I believe the sun has begun to set. I feel my jaw drop a little as I realize that we are now casually walking side to side. His looks haven't changed much. His bluish gray haircut is still the same although the back part of his hair is slightly longer now. His posture is still the same but his figure has grown to be a little more muscular.

"Are you okay?" He asked again.

Why is he overly concerned? "Yes!" I answered quickly.

"I asked about your new commercial." He looked at me worryingly. "Is there something bothering you?"

"Umm… No..! No!" I honestly didn't hear him asking that. Maybe I was examining him too much. "I'm fine! I'm just happy to see you again, Senpai." I really am. I like to call him with another name though; something more…adorable.

"I'm glad to meet you again too." He smiled at me and held out his right palm. I stretched my left hand a bit and took his. Pretty soon, after twenty long months, I once again found my self holding hands with him.

"You ran away from me earlier."

"I did?" Really now, I did?

"Yeah. I greeted you with the flowers and then you just ran off. I had to follow you." He explained to me without a hunch of worry.

"Oh that… Umm… I didn't mean to." I tried to apologize.

"It's okay. Maybe you were scared of stalkers." He smirked after that. I never knew that I missed his warm smile so much.

I was totally in dream land when a flash took me out of my reverie.

To be continued…

Author's Notes: This is my first attempt to write a P4 fic. Please drop a review. Thankies!