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This is four years after Hikaru's birth.
A/N: You might notice by now that this is slowly coming to an end. Please leave a review and let me know which story you would like me to write next. I'll end up writing both eventually but it depends on you guys for which one I write first. Both are KnB fics; one is AU set in knights and princesses sort of era and the other is when they are in Teiko Middle School. More info will be given if you want.
Kise took a sip from his bottle and looked at the screen. He was at a photoshoot, looking through the photos that were just taken. Although he was working, Kise's mind was elsewhere.
It had been four years since he last saw Kiyoko.
Kise had left her countless texts and calls. He even sent her presents to her house but every single one of them had been returned to him. Kise wasn't sure anymore about what he could do to win Kiyoko back. Not to mention that she had been on his mind ever since. Everything he did reminded him of Kiyoko.
His phone was handed to him and Kise took it without looking at the person. "Thanks, Kiyoko," he muttered absent-mindedly. He frowned and looked up to see his manager who thankfully didn't hear his little embarrassing comment. Kise was about to go crazy. He had to do something about Kiyoko. "Hey...do you know if Kiyoko is working as someone else's personal assistant?"
"Kiyoko? You mean that girl who worked for you?" his manager asked and shrugged. "I don't know anything about her, really. She didn't say anything about another job when she quit and I haven't heard of someone hiring a personal assistant lately that resembles her in anyway."
"What about Kiyomi?" Kise asked. "Has she been working?"
"You're more updated on Akiyama Kiyomi than I am, Kise-kun. All I know is that she has deleted her blog and disappeared from the face of Earth. No one knows what happened to her. As for work, all I know is that she worked that one advert with Matsuoka-san and that was it. Why are you suddenly so interested in those two girls?"
Kise kept silent and looked away. He flipped his phone open and went on Kiyomi's blog only to come to a page saying that the website was not found.
"What do I have after this?" Kise asked, looking over to his manager who was busy pressing buttons on his phone, presumably replying about Kise's work. "Whatever it is, cancel it. I have something to do."
"What? I can't just cancel your schedule. Do you know how much money is put into one photoshoot, Kise-kun? You can't just skip it. Kise-kun! Oi!"
Kise ignored his manager and got up, going to get changed. While his manager was nagging him outside the changing room, Kise came out in his own clothes and grabbed his bag, leaving the studio.
The studio was situated on a main street so Kise naturally went into the crowd, making it hard for his manager to follow and find him. Since Kise was seen quite often in this area, the girls were slowly getting accustomed to his presence and Kise was thankful for that. He really didn't want a group of screaming girls following after him.
Turning a corner into an unfamiliar street, Kise found himself in a quieter side of the area. He looked around the shops and one particular one caught his eyes. A small little boutique in the corner of the street, decorated with pink fluffiness.
Kise headed for the boutique and went inside. Like any other boutique shop, it was selling clothes for girls at an affordable price. What was special about this one though was they had a section for men. The wall in that section was plastered with posters of Kise in clothes that he had modelled before. There was a little section selling basketball related things.
"Oh sorry, we're closing," a girl said, coming out from the back of the shop. She looked up and stared at Kise, dropping the box of accessories she was holding. "Kise-kun..."
Kise's eyes widened as he too recognised the girl. The same girl who had been his mind for four years. The same girl who he had been looking for the last four years. The same girl whom, Kise realised, had stolen his heart. "Kiyoko."