"Five minutes, everyone!"

Haruka was still having her make-up and hair done while Kise was with his stylist, fixing his clothes while looking at his phone. He was so engrossed on whatever was on his phone that he would only move when the stylist moved him. "Kise-kun, what are you looking at? Horihata Mai?" Haruka teased a little, looking over to her partner.

Kise, however, did not hear her; his eyes fixed on his phone screen. Haruka stared at him and smirked, shaking his head and sat straight in her chair while her make-up was finishing up. She thanked her make-up artist and hair stylist as she got up, getting into position in front of the camera. Kise was still stood in his spot with his phone in his hand.

Haruka went over to him, peeking over his shoulders easily thanks to her high heels. "Oh, who's this?" she asked. Surprised at the sudden voice, Kise jumped, nearly knocking Haruka over. "Woah! What's this? Didn't you know I was here?"

"No!" Kise shouted, calming himself down. "And this is none of your business," he stated, turning his phone off and handed it to his manager. "Come on, we have a shoot to do."

Haruka smirked a little, following after Kise to the camera. "Akiyama Kiyomi-san." Kise froze and looked at Haruka. "That's a cute name. So, who is she?"

"No one! Now can we please get on with the shoot? I have another one to get to after this," Kise said, composing himself.

Haruka shrugged and nodded, standing next to him as the shoot started. When it ended, Haruka left first after changing at lightning speed for her drama shoot while Kise was taking a longer time to get ready for his next shoot. "Kise-san..." Kise turned and his personal assistant stood behind him with a bottle of water in her hand for him.

"Thank you, Kiyoko-san," Kise smiled, taking the bottle from her.

"Oh...your coach called as well. He wants you there tomorrow."

"Tomorrow...what do I have tomorrow?"

"Just a shoot in the evening, nothing else."

"Let him know that I'll be there in the morning then."

Kiyoko nodded, adjusting her glasses and disappeared off to do her work. Kise then returned to his phone, going onto Kiyomi's blog. He couldn't help but smiled softly to himself as he read through the blog for the umpteenth time and stood still until his manager pushed him a little, indicating that it was time for them to go.

Kise held onto his phone and followed behind his manager with Kiyoko following behind him. "Kiyoko-san, do you know Ki-chan?" Kise asked, looking back to the shorter female.

"You're talking about Akiyama Kiyomi, right?" she asked then nodded. "I don't think there's anybody who doesn't know who she is recently. She has a weird name."

"True. I mean, everyone knows about Ki-chan but I really want to meet her in person. She seems so nice."

"What if...what if the real her isn't who you think she really is?"

Kise stopped and looked at Kiyoko. He frowned slightly and stepped closer to her, backing Kiyoko against the wall behind her. "Don't even say that about Ki-chan. I'm sure she's exactly like how she is on her blog. Ki-chan is perfect."

With that, Kise turned and headed out for his car. Kiyoko stared after him and sighed softly. "You wouldn't think so if you really know who she is, Kise-san..."

~Next Day~

Kise changed into his uniform and went out to the court, going to warm up. After his warm up, he practised shooting for a while before sitting down to check his phone, going onto Akiyama Kiyomi's blog. The coach, Genta, gathered the players, looking to Kise. "Well, I'm sure you all know the famous model on line, Akiyama Kiyomi-san..."

"Ki-chan?!" Both Kise and Moriyama exclaimed and glared at each other at the same time.

Genta cleared his throat, getting their attention again and pushed his hands into his pockets. "Yes, Akiyama Kiyomi-san. Well...she has agreed to coming to our next match as our VIP so I hope you guys will play well in that match. Now get back to practice."

"Ki-chan is coming?!" Kise gasped and grabbed his coach. "You're not playing with me, are you? You're all serious? Ki-chan is seriously coming?!"

"Yes, Kise! Now get back to practice!"

"Yes sir!"

Kasamatsu stared as Kise worked double as hard at practice as he stood next to the coach. "I've never seen Kise so motivated...How did you know Akiyama Kiyomi?" he asked, looking at Genta. "Will she even turn up at our match?"

"Of course she will," Genta stated. "It doesn't matter how I got her to come as long as she's coming. Like you've said, Kise is more motivated now and that's all that matters. Not only that but Moriyama is motivated too. You can't disagree that this is a good idea."

"Indeed it is."

~.~

"Nee-chan, I'm home," Kiyoko said, taking off her shoes and went into the house, dropping her things on the sofa as her older sister ran out from her room, holding her laptop in her hand excitedly. "What is it?"

"Look how popular we are!" she exclaimed, showing Kiyoko the blog. "And this guy right here, Kaijo-Yellow, is our ultimate fan. He comments a lot and reads all of our posts. Uwah, I never thought our blog will get so famous!"

"Ah nee-chan...I've told you to stop using my photos," Kiyoko frowned a little, scrolling through the blog. "You stole this from my laptop, didn't you?! Nee-chan, I've told you that this photos are for me only!"

"Stop it," her sister pouted, sitting down on the sofa with the laptop on her lap. "You're so good at editing and all. And you are so beautiful. I don't know why you hide it with that stupid glasses and hair..."

"I like how I look now. And these stupid glasses help me see," Kiyoko stated. "Kaijo-Yellow..." she mumbled to herself, getting up.

Kiyoko left her sister in the living room and went to her room, going onto her laptop and logged onto the blog. She only looked at comments from Kaijo-Yellow, looking through them carefully.

Ki-chan looks really good today!

Oh, you're in Okinawa, Ki-chan? Ah...I'm going there for a shoot next week. . I won't get to see Ki-chan!

Uwah! Ki-chan looks really nice in that dress!

I really want to meet Ki-chan!

Ki-chan! Guess what?! I'm going to meet you soon! At my next basketball match! I'm looking forward to our first meeting!

Kiyoko smiled softly to herself and clicked to reply to her fan. "Thank you for your support, I'm glad to have you as my fan! I hope to see you soon at your basketball match! Work hard!" Kiyoko muttered to herself as she typed it out before sending it. "Oh! Meeting with Kiyomi?!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," Kimiko smiled, entering Kiyoko's room. "Some basketball coach asked if Akiyama Kiyomi could attend their next match as their VIP and I said yes. You have to go."

"What?!" Kiyoko shouted. "Nee-chan! You should talk to me first before you make decisions like this! It's my face you're using!"

"Why not? No one's going to recognise you there. And don't you like basketball anyway? You get to sit in the VIP seats! It'll be fun, Kiyoko! Just remember that you're Kiyomi."

"Nee-chan!"

"It's decided then! I'll pick out your outfit for that day and don't forget your contact lens!"

"Nee-chan!"

~Few Days Later~

"Stop rubbing your eyes," Kimiko frowned, slapping Kiyoko's hand away from her face.

"I can't help it...my eyes are watering so much from the contact lens...they are irritating me so much," Kiyoko complained.

The sisters were on their way to the basketball match that Kiyoko had to appear at as Kiyomi. She felt ridiculous in her outfit and all the make-up plus contact lenses. Even more so that she had to take a day off from her work as Kise's personal assistant to appear at his basketball match as the girl he idolised. Kiyoko checked herself in the small hand-held mirror and smiled a little.

She was different. She was Kiyomi. She was Kise's Ki-chan. But there was one problem.

Kiyoko was never Kiyomi in real life. This entire idea started from Kimiko wanting a blog and decided to use Kiyoko's pictures on the blog instead to create this fake person, Akiyama Kiyomi. At the beginning, Kiyoko didn't really mind since she didn't think that the blog would get famous. However, as the blog started getting more and more famous, Akiyama Kiyomi became part of Kiyoko's life too.

"Here we are," Kimiko smiled, getting out of the car and held the door open for Kiyoko. "Stop rubbing your eyes," Kimiko hissed, grabbing her sister's hand to stop the eye rubbing. "And remember, you're Akiyama Kiyomi and I'm your manager, okay? If you don't want to, just let me do all the talking for you. You just sit and watch the game. Oh, and explain it to me."

Kiyoko nodded and before long, she was pulled into the gym and they headed for the court. The players were warming up on the court as the spectators seats were filling up. Kimiko walked over to the VIP seats with Kiyoko and they were greeted by Genta.

"Welcome, welcome to our game," Genta greeted, shaking their hands. "And you're the famous Akiyama Kiyomi-san. Nice to meet you. Our players are big fans of yours."

"I know," Kiyoko answered without thinking.

"She means...who isn't her fan nowadays, right?" Kimiko laughed and elbowed Kiyoko.

Genta left them to talk to his players and the girls sat down in the VIP seats. Kiyoko looked around the court, scanning to look for Kise. She found him quite easily and smiled a little to herself, staring at him while he was listening to his coach. As if he could sense that someone was staring, Kise suddenly looked up and made eye contact with Kiyoko.

He looked surprised but he smiled brightly at her. Kiyoko smiled back and nodded her head at him before looking away, feeling her cheeks going bright red and her heart beating faster. "You okay?" Kimiko asked, looking at her sister. "Oh? Who's that? He's staring at you. That player right there."

"How can you not know him?" Kiyoko frowned. "That's Kise Ryouta. I work for him."

"Oh yeah, Kise Ryouta-kun," Kimiko nodded. "Eh...he's not as good looking as his photos," she mumbled softly. "Is he a fan of Kiyomi's?"

"Do you know our fan Kaijo-Yellow?" Kimiko nodded in response. "Kise-san is Kaijo-Yellow. Kaijo is his team name and his hair is yellow and he has yellow in his name. Kaijo-Yellow."

"You really know him," Kimiko mumbled. "Kise Ryouta...Oh! He's the one you sleep talk about!"

"What do you mean I sleep talk about him?"

"Kise...Kise-kun..." Kimiko teased her. "No doubt he is good looking but you have to be careful of him. Guys like him are players. And I don't mean basketball player, I mean a playboy."

"Kise-san is not like that."

"Kise-san is not like that," Kimiko mocked her. "If you insist then."

~.~

Murasakibara stirred his coffee and added sugar at the same time. He didn't stop until Haruka sat down opposite him. He gave her a brief look before continuing to stir his coffee and adding sugar. "What can I get for you?" the waitress asked, coming up to Haruka. Being a regular customer at the café, everyone were used to have a basketball star and a TV star enjoying their coffee and desserts.

"Latte please and a chocolate cake," Haruka ordered and smiled. "Thank you, Kaoru-san," she said as the waitress went to get her orders. "Mura-kun, shouldn't you greet me?"

"Hello."

Haruka pouted at Murasakibara and he looked up, smiling at her. "Here you go," she said, handing a bag over to him. "As promised, my freebies from work. See if you like them." Murasakibara placed the bag next to his chair and took his teaspoon out of his cup, sipping his coffee slowly. "Are you not going to see if you like them?"

"I always like them," he said. "I heard you moved."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," Haruka smiled, writing down her address on the napkin and handed it to him. "That's my new address. I'm not going to have a house-warming party though so don't expect a party."

"No party? I was expecting more food from you," Murasakibara teased a little, taking the napkin and read the address, frowning slightly. "This is...Aka-chin lives here."

Haruka looked at him and sighed. "I know."

"Have you seen him?"

"When I moved in but I've been timing it so we don't meet again," Haruka said. "I also slapped him after a basketball match but that's another story and I don't want to talk about it."

Murasakibara raised an eyebrow. "You slapped him?"

Before Haruka could say anything else, the waitress came back with Haruka's latte and two chocolate cakes for each of them. "Oh, Mura-kun always gets a free cake. Kaoru-san must have a crush on him," Haruka teased a little. Kaoru, the waitress, blushed bright red, making Haruka smirk. "I wonder if Kaoru-san is Mura-kun's type."

Murasakibara looked at Kaoru before nodding. "She's quite cute. But you're a little too short. Maybe after you grow a few inches."

"I er...I should get back to work now," Kaoru said, leaving the two.

"She's cute," Haruka said. "You should give her a chance, Mura-kun. She gives you free cake."

"Aka-chin gives you free love. You should give him a chance."

Haruka stopped smiling and sat up straight in her chair, looking down at her coffee as she took a bite of her chocolate cake. Murasakibara looked at her and ate his cake in silence too. "Okay then, I'm finished here. It was nice to see you, Mura-kun. I'll be going home now."

"Do you want me to walk you home?"

"No, it's okay. I suggest you stay here a little longer and talk to Kaoru-san," Haruka smiled, leaving him.

"Kaoru-san?" Murasakibara frowned.

~.~

Haruka exited the elevator just as Akashi was coming out of his apartment. "Hello," Akashi greeted. Haruka frowned and turned to look at him. She didn't say anything and walked over to her apartment, looking in her bag for her keys that had decided to play hide-and-seek that very moment. "How have you been doing?" Akashi asked.

Haruka sighed, giving up on looking for her keys and pressed for the elevator. "Go in and go to wherever you were headed for," she said when the elevator door opened. "You don't have to know how I'm doing."

"Are you still angry at me?"

"Angry? I don't even know what I feel anymore, Akashi. What is anger? What is sadness? What is happiness?" she asked, turning to look at him. "Do you know? Do you know how it feels to have your heart ripped out? Do you know how it feels to cry yourself to sleep every night and wake up crying more? No you don't, Akashi, you don't. You don't feel anything. Why do you have to live here and make me feel all those things again?!"

Akashi went up to her and hugged her tightly. It was the first time since they've met again Haruka had spoken so much to him. It was also the first time ever he knew what she felt. Not even back when they were still dating did Akashi fully understood Haruka's feelings.

"Don't hug me," Haruka said, pushing him away and wiping the tears that were now falling down her cheeks. "Forget that you've seen this. Forget this ever happened."

"Haruka, have you eaten?"

"I really don't want to see you right now, Akashi, let alone eat with you..."

Her keys finally reappeared and Haruka unlocked her door, opening it and stepped in quickly. She shut the door behind her and locked it, leaning on it. Without warning, tears fell down her cheeks as Haruka desperately tried to wiped the tears off.

"I hate you, Aka-chan...I hate you..."