Who thought being rich and famous be easy? For Makoto Naegi living the high life wasn't crack it all out to be. All he wanted was to live a normal life but he couldn't with the tabloids and all his fangirls all taking pictures of him whenever he was out.

He was 22 years old, and he owned a social media website which was very successful when it first launched two years ago and still to this day it was one of the most used social media platforms.

Makoto owned 75% of social media site with the other 25% being owned by Chihiro. At one point it was a 50/50 split as Chihiro was the co-founder and he provided all of the code. But he wanted to leave the site behind and do his own thing.

But Makoto convinced Chihiro not to walk away completely and cut his stake in the company to 25% leaving Makoto as CEO.

Due to Makoto's popularity, he hired himself a bodyguard and much to his shock he hired his former classmate Mukuro. The latter wanted to become a bodyguard, and she left the country to learn from the best. This however damaged her relationship with her younger twin sister Junko.

Mukuro lived with Makoto as he owned a mansion and had plenty of bedrooms to be used. Mukuro kept Makoto in touch with reality and not let the wealth go to his head. The relationship was good between the pair. It was a brother/sister relationship. Instead of the employer/employee relationship.

The pair were sitting the living room after a long day out. Makoto had business meetings all day. While Mukuro did her job and protected her boss from the media and fangirls. Which the latter was tough because Makoto was a good looking guy and he had a charming smile to boot.

"I'm glad that's over with," Makoto sighed. "My feet are killing me!"

"Stop moaning Makoto," Mukuro replied as she was on her phone.

"Fine!" He groaned as he looked at Mukuro looking at her phone. "Will, you ever upgrade that old phone of yours? You've had that for a good three years now."

"I will upgrade it when I'm ready," she replied. "I like this phone, and it's the best one I've had so far."

Makoto didn't reply as he grabbed the tv remote and turned the telly on. The first thing he saw was one of his former classmates on the screen.

It was Kyoko Kirigiri. She had become a detective after leaving Hope's Peak. She was being interviewed by the media after she caught a murder.

"Kirigiri, you still look amazing," Makoto whispered.

"Did you say something Makoto?" Mukuro asked as she raised her head to see Kyoko on screen.

"I never said anything," Makoto lied. "I'm just watching the news."

"You know it should have been Kyoko Naegi," Mukuro said.

"Enough!" Makoto said icily. "We have been over the plenty of times. I didn't have feelings for her, and she didn't have feelings for me!"

"As if," Mukuro rolled her eyes. "It was clear to see not just me but everyone in our class that you two have massive crushes on each other."

"I said enough!" Makoto said firmly. "You don't see me bring up your damaged relationship with your sister."

Mukuro grew silent and looked down at the floor.

"Honestly," Makoto sighed. "I wish you dropped the whole me and Kirigiri thing. I pay respect your private life and never ask you what happened between you and your sister. I wish you did the same with mine."

Mukuro was still silent, and she stood up and walked out of the living room. Makoto began to rub his face.

"Master Naegi," said a soft female voice.

Makoto took his hands away from his face and saw his maid standing at the door. Her name was Kirumi Tojo. She was just a year younger than him. He hired Kirumi over a year ago, and she was one hell of a maid.

"Is everything alright Master?" She asked.

He cringed when she called him master. He hated the word. In the past, he asked her to stop using it. But she turned down that order because she was a maid and she was doing her job and also showing him respect.

"Everything is fine Tojo," he sighed.

"Very well Master," she replied. "What would you like for dinner?"

"Just the usual please."

"Very well," she replied. "Master before I go and make the dinner. I do have a request I want to make."

"What is it?" Makoto asked surprised.

Kirumi wasn't for one making request. She would come over to the mansion Monday to Friday, do the housework, wash clothes and make Makoto dinner then go home. She was strictly professional.

"I would like to request a day off this Friday, my former classmate performing her own show and she has got me a ticket to go and watch her."

"Her own show? What does your friend do?" Makoto asked.

"She is a pianist and a very good one at that," Kirumi replied.

"Oh right," Makoto said. "You can have the Friday off."

"Thank you Master Naegi," Kirumi smiled warmly. "I will start making dinner." She left the living room leaving Makoto alone as his eyes went back onto the telly.

Kyoko was still on screen, and Makoto watched her talk to the reporter. She kept on her emotionless mask as she answered questions.

This made Makoto chuckle. "Three years have gone, and you're the still the same Kirigiri." He let out a sigh and began to feel sad. "Regardless of what the others thought. I didn't have a chance with you, Kiri. I was average back then, and I'm still average now. I'm only rich and famous thanks to Fujisaki. He did all the work, while I provided the ideas."

The interview was done, and the camera went back onto the reporter. Makoto turned off the telly, and he began to cover his face with his hands.

"I wonder if Kiri is still single? Or if she has got herself a man?" He mumbled. "Kyoko I love you."

Mukuro walked back into the living room and saw Makoto covering his face with his hands. He wasn't aware of her presence. Mukuro looked at Makoto, and she knew what was on her friend's mind. She shook her head and quietly left the living room.

"Why are you so stubborn Makoto?" Mukuro whispered to herself. "Just get in contact with Kirigiri. She will say yes, regardless of it being three years."

Across the other side of town

Kyoko was sitting her office after dealing with the press. She owned a private detective company that used to belong to her grandfather. But he retired last year handing the reins to his grandfather. But he would still come over to provide a hand from time to time.

Kyoko was only 22 years old, and many people were impressed by how good of a detective she was for her age.

Kyoko was dealing with paperwork then she heard a knock on her door. "Come in!"

The door opened and Junko her part-time personal assistant walked in. "Geez, Kirigiri how did you handle that reporter. He was asking too many questions."

Kyoko looked up and saw Junko carrying a diary. "I've gotten used to it," she replied. "My grandfather has given me useful tips in how to deal with the media. So, how many meetings do I have this week?"

"None," Junko replied.

"That's is the best news I've heard all day," Kyoko sighed. "What about you? Will you be modelling this weekend?

"Yip, I won't be available from this Thursday to Sunday."

"Big show?" Kyoko asked.

"Yip, but all the prep work is annoying," Junko moaned. "I've been doing this for three years. I know how a show works."

"You shouldn't moan Enoshima!" Kyoko said firmly. "You're making decent money from modelling."

"Yeah I know," Junko said rolling her eyes. "Anyway, you got any plans for the weekend?"

"No," Kyoko said shaking her head. "Another quiet one for me."

"Geez Kirigiri!" Junko groaned. "You should ask the girls if they want a girl's night out."

"No thank you!" Kyoko said firmly.

"Oh come on! One of them might know how Naegi is getting on?"

Kyoko froze for a few seconds after hearing Makoto's last name and her heart began to beat that ever bit faster.

"How you two never dated in school is beyond me!" Junko said in disbelief. "It's clear that you two fancied each other."

"Why don't you get in touch with your sister and you tell me how he is getting on?" Kyoko said icily. "Since she is his bodyguard after all."

"I will do no such thing!" Junko said in anger. "She is the last person that I want to talk to or ever see!"

Kyoko began to smile at her PA. "You keep your nose out of my private life, and I will not bring up your sister deal?"

"Fine!" Junko said annoyed.

"Good! Now, since I'm clear of any meetings for this week. I won't need you for the rest of the week. This will help you get in the right frame of mind for your weekend show."

"You sure?" Junko replied raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I am."

"Fine whatever," Junko sighed. She placed the diary on Kyoko's desk. "Right I will see you next week then." Junko left the office closing the door behind her.

Kyoko sat alone, and she let out a sigh. "Why does Enoshima keep bringing up Naegi? There was no chance that Naegi would ever have a crush on me. I was always too cold towards people back at Hope's Peak."

She took her phone out of her pocket and went into her pictures and stared at a photo of her and Makoto smiling at the camera together while she was holding the camera to take the shot. She wasn't one for selfies, but she and Makoto were together alone one day at school. So, she asked Makoto for a picture, and he happily agreed.

"I'm sad!" She sighed. "I've still got this picture of us from our school years on my phone. I need to move on. But I can't! I love you Makoto. IF I had any chance back at Hope's Peak. I've lost it now. There is no chance you would go out with a detective like me. When you can date a famous celebrity."

She put her phone away and began to rub her face with her gloved hands. "To think as well. You are the only person that I've shown my hands too back at Hope's Peak. Makoto, please have a happy life and keep healthy."

While Makoto did his best to keep his personal life private. There was never any rumours of him dating anyone. This always surprised Kyoko because she felt that Makoto was a very good looking guy. Of course, she was biased in this regard, but she was sure her former classmates would say the same thing.

Kyoko's phone began to ring, and she grabbed it and looked at the screen. It was her father that was calling her. She answered the call.

"Hello father," Kyoko said.

"Hello, Kyoko," Jin replied. "I just finished watching your interview with the press. Cool and collected as always."

"Thank you father, may I ask why you are calling. I know it's not to give me praise!"

"Straight to the point I see," he chuckled. "Your grandfather and I are going out for dinner. I phoned to see if you wanted to join us? My treat."

Kyoko wanted to say no as she was still on a downer thinking about Makoto. But spending time with her father and grandfather could help raise her mood.

"I will go. Same place I take?" She asked.

"Yes, it will be an hour from now. Is that ok?"

"Yes, that is fine. See you then goodbye father," Kyoko said as she ended the call before Jin got a chance to say his own goodbye.

"I better get my office tidied before I head," she sighed. "I wish Naegi was my office right now hugging me," she sighed again as she shook her head. "If Enoshima heard me say this she would squeal. I'm such a loser!"

Thank you for reading.

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