Hi everyone! I'm so sorry for the delay, life got the best of me oops! Anyways, this chapter is quite lengthy (18 pages!) so I hope you guys enjoy :)

I do not own pokemon or its characters. Only my OCs.

Kiku Matsu.

An absolute legend.

The celebrity mastermind.

Known not only in Sinnoh, but the entire world.

Her journalism had captured the hearts of millions. Her influence sparked a revolution in the name of all things celebrity.

With her, you were either in.

Or you were out.

No exceptions.

"For our next guest, I have a special treat for you all! She is no stranger to all things beauty and glamour, an icon who revolutionized the fashion world and is finally back in our spotlight. Everyone please welcome back, the Diamond of Sinnoh and a very dear friend of mine, Hikari!"

Absolutely no exceptions.

The applause from the audience was deafening. From the moment I stepped foot onto the main stage with my signature smile and little wink, the entire atmosphere of the recording studio shifted. Everything was warm, light, sensational and the cameras just couldn't get enough. Pop music played overhead with my introduction and my infamous host, the Kiku Matsu, welcomed me with a hug and a kiss on both cheeks.

Don't let her sweet gestures fool you, however. With her sleek graying ponytail, mountain high cheekbones, and a piercing gaze behind those chic frames, Kiku truly was the ice queen of media. An artist in this world whose art was the act of intimidation itself.

She took her seat across from me in her signature leather chair as I did the same, a coffee table between us to set the scene of a relaxing day at home. An illusion to ease the senses, but most importantly, to give the viewer a false interpretation of intimacy. To really make them think that a celebrity like me is chatting with them personally in their living rooms. That I'm the glamorous friend they've always wanted.

Looking out towards the audience, she playfully hushed the cheers of her guests as I let out a playful chuckle. She then turned her attention back towards me, eyes wide with excitement.

"Well I think I can certainly speak for everyone," Kiku laughed coyly, "That we all are so excited to have you here today."

Another charming smile graced my lips as I looked out towards the crowd.

"And I'm glad to be here." Sweetly, I crossed my legs and rested my chin ever so delicately into my hand. As I did, a familiar set of eyes caught my gaze as I looked past Kiku's seat, past the cameras, past the façade…and right to the set of the studio's darkened backstage.

And, without control, my mind carried back to the events of this morning. In a hurried daze. To what it took to be…here.

When Cinderella ran away from the ball, she left with her dress in tatters and only a single slipper. Despite the prince's cries she did not stop running, for if she did, he would discover her true self. And the façade that she so held dear…would shatter. So, luckily for Cinderella, she was able to escape just in time before she was exposed. Her dignity was hers to keep, forever hers alone, and she told herself this feeling of regret will vanish into morning. As early as when the sun breaks.

I won't even try to make that same comparison to myself.

There was nothing "fairy tale" about this moment.

About this feeling.

"HIKARI!"

I shook my head from the memory as I quickly snuck down the hotel's corridors, careful to not make a sound or cause any attention. Walking with haste, I carried my belongings in my hands and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over my face.

He won't miss it, I thought as I dashed over to the nearby elevator, anxiously pressing its buttons too many times before its doors popped open.

The early hours of morning came almost too fast as the sunrise crept over Yosuga city. With its warm glows the night's storm seemed to have washed away and just like that, there was no more chaos. No more madness. Everything seemed to be at a standstill…except for the racing of my own heart.

Once the elevator closed, I exhaled deeply as I looked at my reflection from its doors. There before me stood a broken, tired woman. She looked sick. Scared. Terrified. I couldn't bear it, I had to look away. Yet that didn't stop this feeling inside me. The feeling of the storm racing down my back. The feeling of just dangling into nothing. The feeling of everything just slipping away…

I shut my eyes tight as I bit my lip.

"Fuck…" I muttered bitterly to myself as I covered my mouth, trying desperately to keep it together. It's not the time for this Hikari, I tried to breathe. You must hold yourself together.

He was still sleeping when I awoke, and I was so careful not to make a sound. So, so careful. Pulling myself away from his hold, I knew I had no choice but to leave. There was no reason to stay. No reason to continue the events from the night before. No need to explain myself to him, or the hotel, or anyone for that matter. No need to explain…just have to disappear. Forget this ever happened.

"Easy now..." The soothing sound of his voice still lingered in my thoughts.

I breathed in again, and the smell of his hoodie hit me once more. My eyes softened.

But it did happen…

The comfort of his arms.

The softness of his voice.

That safe feeling…

It did happen.

Arceus, did it happen.

Shinji. The man I hate. The man who despises me. That bastard who brought on all these complicated feelings.

Saved my life.

And it wasn't a dream. When I woke up, all the bruises and cuts from the fall just proved it was all too real. A lingering feeling that struck every time I glanced down at my thighs. I should be worried about scars, I should be worried about trying to cover it up, but all I could think about was…

I bit my lip. No.

All I could think of was that moment. That painful, terrifying moment and…him.

Wrapping my arms around myself, bringing his clothes closer to my body, I took in another deep breath. His scent still lingered on his sweatshirt and I found myself breathing out its aroma.

Shinji…

I haven't worn a man's clothes in such a long time. Not since…well, never mind that. The soft, oversized cotton clung to my frame and suddenly I was brought back to the feeling in his arms. Holding me. Soothing me.

Caring for me.

Furiously, I shook my head. Stop. It was impossible. That's wasn't the Shinji I knew back there. I don't know who that man was. And I refuse to find out. I never want to see him again. Ever again. I'll call whatever lawyer I need to. Run as far as I need to. He's seen too much of me and now? He'll know exactly what to hold against me to get what he wants. I won't allow it. I absolutely won't allow him to meddle any further. That's all men in this world do anyway. They'll see you as an accessory to their devices, and that's it. You're done. Finished.

It's just…

I couldn't help myself from breathing in the hoodie's scent once more.

…why does his sweatshirt make me feel so safe right now?

Who am I kidding? Don't fool yourself, Hikari. He had no reason to help me. No reason to save me, to comfort me, or to be so kind. There was no hope in redeeming myself from this man. He's seen me at my absolute worst, and no matter what I do now, he'll never see me as anything but pathetic.

He finally saw past the façade.

And now there is no turning back.

And so, when the morning came, I felt numb doing it. Grabbing my things. Stealing his sweatshirt. Sneaking a pair of slippers. Throwing money on the bed to pay for the damage of it all. Anything that would clean up this terrible mess. It was what I had to do before I left him there.

For just like the story of Cinderella, time isn't forever.

Illusions must come to an end.

And the princess?

All she could do…is simply vanish.

For she never existed in the first place.

"Right away, young miss. They have permitted travel again in the city so I shall be there any moment." Yoshitaka's voice on the other end of the line was comforting as I quickly made my way through the hotel's lobby.

"Thanks. Meet me at the rear entrance." I muttered quickly before promptly hanging up the phone, picking up my pace. My body tensed with each step I took as I noticed the halls becoming busier and busier with the morning hustle. Great, just what I needed!

Discreetly, I pulled the hood of Shinji's sweatshirt closer to me and tightened the strings. A low profile is critical right now, at the very least until I can come up with a good explanation for leaving at the crack of dawn. No one can see me like this. Absolutely no one. The last thing I needed was for the press to see me in such a disarray, right before Kiku Matsu's talk show no less!

I averted my gaze with everyone and anyone who walked by, hastening my walk.

To distract myself, I mindlessly fiddled with my phone once more. As usual, multiple messages from Nozomi and Paris. Each one asking where I'm at and how I'm doing. Paris especially telling me to call her.

But I can't deal with that now.

The breathing still didn't come easy. My stomach twisted and turned at the very thought of last night. A thought that I just couldn't shake. One that consumed my entire being.

"P-Please don't let go!"

The sound of my cell buzzing brought me right back to reality. I jumped, and then groaned at the sight of my caller ID.

Nozomi.

Taking a moment to prepare myself for the inevitable interrogation, I breathed in a sigh before accepting the call. She would be the one to keep calling if I didn't.

"Hello?" I answered, short and brief. Alright, here we go. Bring on your best, Nozomi.

"Thanks for finally answering! I was so worried! Is everything okay?!" Her voice was stern and quick. A dowse of sweat skimmed my forehead as I laughed nervously.

"Yes, everything is fine! No need to worry!" I said.

"Please don't give me that line, Hikari-chan. You know I won't fall for it!" She barked back. "The entire city was on lock down last night and I had to hear from the news that guests couldn't leave or travel anywhere!"

"Calm down, Nozomi-chan! Of course I'm okay, I'm actually just about to leave now." As I spoke, I weaved my way through the crowds of the hotel. As Shinji predicted, it was still absolute chaos from last night's shut in.

Off in the distance I saw Araki-san shuffling about his guests but quickly, he seemed to have spotted me like a hawk. Rapidly, I averted him by going in the other direction but not before I caught the most bizarre expression on his face. Was that a smirk?

Ugh, now's not the time to dwell on it. I continued my pursuit as I made my way towards the rear entrance. A sigh was heard from Nozomi through the phone.

"Well, you sound fine which I guess is a good sign." She started, but just when I thought the conversation was safe, the inevitable came.

"So, how did things go with Shinji?" Her voice chimed in almost an octave higher than usual. I groaned.

"We are not talking about this." I began, but unfortunately, my dear friend insisted.

"I swear if I find about the details by watching your interview this morning and not from you directly-" She began, but I was quick to cut her off.

"There are no details. There is no story. And the only thing you'll learn from my interview today is how happy I am to be back in Sinnoh." I curtly said, stepping outside. Yoshitaka, as always, was on time as he stood alongside the private limousine waving. I waved back.

"Look Nozomi, I can fill you in later. I just…" I stopped in my tracks. A sense of guilt overcame me and before I knew it, I started talking.

"Actually Nozomi? Can you do a small favor?" I began as I made my way to the car. Yoshitaka courteously came around and opened the back door for me. I nodded to him sweetly, however, he hesitated. How odd…

"Yeah, what's up?"

I sighed as I shut my eyes.

"Can you…can you head over to my place? My pokemon are in their balls from last night still and..." It was hard for me to say, "Can you let them out and spend some time with them today?"

It was harder than I thought. Saying those words to Nozomi. Asking her to do that. All of it was just confirmation on how horrible I was the night before. And how I still couldn't face it myself.

That ribbon slipped through my fingers for a reason, after all…

"Wait what-?" I could hear the surprise in her voice, but I couldn't answer her right now. I couldn't deal with yet another confrontation.

"Please." I pressed on, "I can explain later. But for now, please."

"Um, okay Hikari-chan. I promise I'll head over after some morning training." The confusion in her voice said it all. She had no idea. Absolutely no idea why I didn't have my team with me or at the very least out of their balls.

"Okay, thanks. Got to run." I briefly hung up. And I had no intentions on letting her know, either. I'll come up with something though, don't you worry.

"To Kiku Matsu's studio, miss?" Yoshitaka smiled as I stepped into the vehicle.

"Yes, please." I said as I sat down on the rich leather seating. He closed the door behind me and once he went around to the front of the vehicle, I exhaled out a huge sigh. Finally. Away from that building. Away from all that drama. Away from last night. Away from Shinji.

I can finally let it go. Put it all behind me. I can finally breathe and-

"You look awful, dear. Care for a drink?" A familiar voice spoke out next to me from the backseat.

"Takeo, you know I don't drink so early-"By habit, the response poured right from my lips. And then suddenly, I froze.

No…

Slowly, I turned my gaze in horror towards the familiar passenger. My blood ran cold.

"Drive, Yoshitaka." Takeo smirked as he took a sip from his drink, already comfortable in the backseat of my chauffeur. I tried to say something, anything, but instead I just felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I felt the vehicle go into motion. And then it all poured out.

"T-Takeo?! What the FU-!"

"Now now, Hikari-chan. I wouldn't cause a scene if I were you."

And his words were crisp and cold like ice.

"Are you insane?!" I screeched as I gripped my hands tightly to my seat. "Yoshitaka, stop this car immediately!" The threatening tone in my voice was dripping, almost deafening, but nervously my driver still pressed on down the street. Takeo tsked my way as he took another sip of his drink and shook his finger.

"Oh, I don't think so." He smirked my way, "Yoshitaka has, was, and always will be one of my favorite drivers. One of my best employees, I have to admit."

"Absolutely not! He works for me!" I countered, trying my best to not blow up in a seething rage as I quickly turned from my ex to my driver and back again. "He's been in my service for the past couple years!"

"Don't you mean our service, dear?" Takeo coyly said, "You're a fool to think I would let such a loyal member of my staff go when you decided to run off on your little vacation."

"Vacation?" I could barely control myself. "I left you, Takeo. I didn't just go on some trip!" I turned back to Yoshitaka who held a visibly upset look on his face.

I always considered Yoshitaka like family. The few family I had left. And now…

"Yoshitaka…how could you…?" The words just poured from my lips but before Yoshitaka could even speak, the private screen separating him from the rest of the vehicle was lifted. And I turned to find Takeo's finger on the button.

"You can play your little game and live out all your little fantasies, darling, but you're a fool to think you can just get up and disappear from everything." He gave me a smoldering smirk and then added, "And the worst part of it all, you didn't even say goodbye."

A gut-wrenching feeling came upon me and subconsciously, my hand gripped my stomach. My eyes narrowed towards the man. Never did I think I would be back in a situation like this again, with this man of all people. A man I used to love. A man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And now just a man who makes me physically sick.

"So, is that your game? You had Yoshitaka keep an eye on me until I came back? Going as far as to have him tell you where I was staying and kidnap me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Hikari." Takeo took a final sip of his drink, finishing it and setting it to the side. "Yoshitaka didn't have to tell me anything I didn't already know. I have eyes and ears wherever I need them to be. It's an absolute must in this kind of world, don't you agree?"

He then rests his head so confidently in his hand as he leaned against the window, "I would say congratulations on your little victory last night, but let's be honest Hikari, you are no pokemon trainer by any means."

The cruelty in his words was like a jolt of electricity down my back.

"What…?" Ironically, I couldn't find the strength in my voice from the shock of it all. Takeo's expression made it very clear. He heard of my battle with Shinji. That snide look of his that said he knew every detail of our dinner. But how…? And then, all at once, it hit me.

Araki-san.

That smirk from this morning. His persistent behavior from the night before. His noisy politeness. That shady behavior.

Just another set of Takeo's eyes and ears.

I looked down at my hands as the car shifted and turned down the streets of the city. Was I really that naïve? That stupid to think Takeo wouldn't do something like that? On some level, I bit my lip, that possessive to not just let me go?

How long has this been happening?

"However, you did look beautiful as always." Takeo coyly said as he pulled out a picture and handed it to me.

I shook my head in disbelief as the photo fell into my hands. There I was from last night's dinner, standing confidently beside Shinji after our battle. If one didn't know any better, we looked like a power couple. Strong. Confident. Happy. Satisfied.

Of all the photos I've taken…this was…different.

"I would even say you looked ravishing." He continued, "It warms my heart that you've chosen such a nostalgic place for your evening. And to wear such an incredibly sexy dress. I must thank the designer who made it all possible, tell me, is this Versace? Or Balmain? Perhaps Dior?"

He really didn't remember, did he? That memory of us when I designed my dress. A sudden twinge hit my heart. Or maybe he was just rubbing it in even further? It was very much like Takeo, to twist the knife where it hurt.

"Just what do you want?" Finally, the words escaped my lips as I tossed the photo to the side. However, leave it to him to ignore my question.

"Although I must say your new look is quite interesting. Too much fun last night?" And he didn't even have to make it obvious that he was talking about my current, disheveled state. That was it. I slammed my hands down hard against the seat.

"I said what do you want?!"

The amusement in his eyes infuriated me. As I held my head up high at him, he still stared at me with mocking amusement. Completely content. Unfazed. That is…until he leaned in closer.

"What…do I want?" The smolder in his eyes grew as he inched further towards me, and I hesitated as I scooted further away. That is, until my back hit the car's interior and I couldn't move any further. Suddenly, Takeo became so close to me as I sunk deep into the seat. Before I even knew what to do next, he held his arm over my body and his hand lift my chin.

I froze.

"I want you to come home."

His words just melted from his lips. A strange sincerity that caught me by surprise and left my heart weak. He looked at me again with those golden eyes and I had to look away. He leaned closer, his lips inching towards mind, and by instinct, I stood still. That is, until my body finally reacted, and I quickly shoved him to the side.

"STOP!"

And he only laughed as he sat up and straightened his collar. Amused by my retaliation. As if he caught his cheap thrill for the day.

"Always my feisty little minx," He said, that smolder still in his eyes. "I'm anxious to have that fire back in my bed."

"If you think I'll ever come back-"

"Oh, Hikari my dear, I know you'll come back." He tsked again, turning towards his side and pulling out a mysterious black folder.

And before I could even react to his lewd comments, before I could even jump out of this car, Takeo placed that folder right into my lap. Cutting me off effectively.

My eyes narrowed. What is this? Another filthy card up his sleeve? Or let me guess, Shinji's stupid contract.

"You're kidding me." I said. Takeo said nothing but smirked again.

Carefully, I opened the file on my lap and was shocked by the extent of documents that appeared. Dozens of papers. Small black and white prints. I had to squint to even make sense of the first few lines.

"Confused, my darling?" Takeo began, I only scowled back at him.

"If you think I'm signing anything-" I began, still trying to read the first page but then…my eyes widened.

Time just stopped.

Takeo chuckled to himself as I looked up at him, a loss of words.

"Takeo, what is this?" I said in disbelief. Yet I didn't even have to ask that question. I knew very well what it was…

"Sexual harassment charges, dear. Or in legal terms, a class action lawsuit." The confidence in his voice was scalding.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. But as soon as Takeo said it, it all became very clear.

He began speaking again.

"When I heard you were brought on for the cologne campaign, I naturally of course was very excited. However, you can imagine my surprise when I heard just how naughty you were on set with that trainer. Arguing. Fighting. Forcibly fondling. It all seemed so unlike you, it's no wonder Shinji-san had to bring me to the set just so I could see what was going on." And his words dripped like ice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I began, "I was nothing but professional!"

Yet Takeo only shook his head, grabbing the papers from my hands.

"Let's see…" He said, scanning the pages. "Suspect accused of violating the victim by exposing herself in an unprofessional manner on set, undressing before him and forcing his hands upon her breasts only to cause a scene of alarm and panic amongst crew members." He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked once more, "Would you like to explain yourself, dear?"

I felt my palms grow sweaty. On paper, it didn't seem real. However, my mind rushed back to the memory. Of Shinji and I constantly fighting. How Paris tried to stop me, but I made him uncomfortable anyway. And how I did grab his hands…and place them on my breasts…my body suddenly became very hot. Oh no…what did I do?

"Did…did Shinji file this?" I stuttered in disbelief. The events from last night suddenly seemed like nothing. All this time, from the moment we battled together to that…that incident…he had that anger in him. That resentment. Always, deep, deep down. It lingered.

"One would think," Takeo began, "but no. In fact, he has no idea this exists. But as head of my company, I must take responsibility for all my employees and their safety. Of course, this all easily can be taken care of. Nothing has to come of this if we don't want it to."

"How…?" My lips muttered those words before I knew what else to say.

I felt numb inside as my stomach turned. This was bad, very bad. A scandal like this will kill my career. Absolutely shatter it without any chance of survival. I couldn't move as Takeo inched again closer to me. I couldn't break my empty gaze as I stared into nothing, feeling only this blank void consume my entire soul. Like a piece of prey caught in a trap, I felt powerless as he slipped his arm around my shoulders and this time, I didn't resist. And in that moment, Shinji's comforting scent faded away under Takeo's cologne.

"You don't want to ruin everything we've worked for. This lawsuit doesn't have to see the light of day. I can make it all go away." I felt his lips brush against my ear, sending chills down my spine. For what he said next burned.

"Just come back to me."

And that was it.

As the car pulled into the studio,

Takeo revealed his game.

And he made it crystal clear.

As I stared on hopelessly.

That he never loses.

"Oh, my! Hikari-chan, what happened?" Paris voice of concern hit me like a brisk breeze as I stepped into my private fitting room at Kiku Matsu's television studio. She hurried towards me as immediately crew members rushed over to begin the dressing process for the interview. I sighed as I took a seat by the mirror. Just one glance up was all it took. I looked so exhausted.

"Just overslept, that's all." I lied right through my teeth as the hairdresser gravitated towards me immediately, brushing through my strands. I let him be as Paris took a seat next to me, a look of concern on her face.

"Those cuts on your thighs…" She said, and I sighed, unable to shake my head as I felt a curling iron clench close by my scalp.

"I know, I know. I had a pretty bad trip this morning, that's all. Typical me, I couldn't help but be a little clumsy." I faked a laugh, how far from the truth it was. "I'll have to mention it during the interview for good humor. Hikari, The Diamond of Sinnoh, just as clumsy as your typical girl next door." I waved me hand in the hand, and it seemed to have work. Paris sighed a little.

"Tres bien, what a relief. Well, it looks like we still have some time to prep your interview questions." She said as she gestured over to one of the nearby staff members. As she did, another crew member placed a bottle of water in my hands as if one cue. And I couldn't drink it fast enough.

This was the biggest interview of my season. My first time back in the spotlight since my breakup with Takeo. I should be completely poised. Calm. Confident.

But…all I could think about was this morning…and how powerless I felt.

"I want you to come home." Takeo's words tore at me like a knife. How could he do something like this to me? I couldn't possibly go back to that man. Not after all he did. But…

The lingering threat of his lawsuit weighed heavy on shoulders. What would be left of me if he does file that lawsuit on Shinji's behalf? What would the world think of me? Everything would be for nothing…

It was a true damned if I do, damned if I don't situation. I left out a shaky sigh as I finished off my water. And I thought Shinji's contract was the worst thing that could happen to me.

"Ahem, Hikari-sama." My stylist came in to the room with a few pieces and papers in hand. I looked over from my thoughts as he approached me.

"We have your outfit for the interview this morning. It's by a designer based in the Kalos region," He handed me a slip, "Her name is Florine. She paid top dollar for you to wear her pieces so make sure you mention her designs at least twice in the interview."

"Yes, yes, of course." I agreed as I looked at the outfit. It was an edgy look. Tall black fitted boots. A sexy little blazer style dress with a tight choker. Very chic. Very sexy. And for the right price, I'll say I picked it out all on my very own. That's the modelling world alright. Have a designer pay the right price and I'll say anything they want.

I'll be your walking billboard.

An open market for all.

"We'll pair this look with a subtle smoky eye," My makeup artist joined in as she showed me her palettes, working alongside my hairstyle as she brushed the shadow on my lids. "And for the lips, a nice nude will work perfectly. We don't want to go too bold for the interview, it seems like your lips are trending on social media with that glossy nude look of yours. Sales are through the roof!"

"Perfect." Was all I said as I let them completely take over. Paris only sat back and watched the process in action. As they worked on me, from the corner of my eye, I saw the look of worry on her face.

"Hikari-chan…" She said with her caring Kalosian accent, "We don't have to talk about it, but it looks like something is on your mind. I just want to make sure you're okay."

I stared blankly at the mirror as she spoke.

"I'm okay." Was all I said, turning towards her when I had the freedom to move my head. "No need to worry." And I gave her my convincingly-sweet Hikari smile. "I promise."

Paris took it. She smiled with relief and smiled back my way. I turned back towards the mirror. It wasn't okay though. It really wasn't. But I must not let this ruin today. I must not.

"So, Paris," I began, "Brief me on the interview. What sort of topics will be talking about today? Are we talking about the Secrets Fashion Show? Or the latest fashions I wore in Alola? Oh! Perhaps my Grace magazine editorial that I'm editing all by myself? That'll be a great conversation piece!" I grinned cheekily, however, the look in Paris's eyes cut me off right away.

The room went silent as the crew members made themselves extra busy on my outfit and Paris nervously played with her fingers. I raised an eyebrow.

"Um Paris, do I not know something?" I began, and my sweet friend slowly hesitated as she pulled out her phone.

"I tried to call you last night, but I don't think my connection went through with the storm." She began, stalling on what she was about to say next. "I really, really tried to tell you..."

"Paris." I pressed on even further and she reluctantly swallowed what she said next.

"The Grace magazine shoot isn't happening. They pulled the spread." She said it, and I swear you could hear a pin drop in the room.

It took me a while to process what she was saying. I just stared at her in absolute confusion before her words finally sunk in. I blinked.

"I'm sorry, what?" I said. I felt a heat bubble inside me as slowly, it grew and grew until my cheeks grew flush with rage.

"What do you mean?"

Paris sighed again, dropping her voice down to almost a whisper so no one else would hear. She scooted closer, cupping her hand around my ear as she leaned in. "Okay, please don't freak out. But apparently word spread to the editors about some difficulties you had with Keiko Tatsumi on her set. Since you didn't sign an exclusive contract yet with Grace, they said it may be best for you to reconsider for the next season."

My jaw practically collapsed to the ground.

"Are you serious?" I gasped, "They can't just do that!"

The older woman leaned back and shrugged in defeat. "I guess they can…but look at this way Hikari-chan! Now you have some more free time to work on other projects!"

Meanwhile, as she spoke, I just couldn't listen to what she was saying. That lawsuit. Takeo's revenge was spreading faster that I thought. Who knows who else might have heard about that whole fiasco with Shinji? My heart suddenly dropped. What if Kiku Matsu knows? Wheels of uncertainty and doubt slowly consumed my entire being as I bit my lip, anxiously picking at my nails. This was bad, really, really bad. I never get turned down for deals.

And the worst part? It's my own damn fault. This time, I can't blame Takeo. Or Shinji. I could only blame myself…and now more than ever the pressure was on to fix everything. Time was ticking…it was only a matter of time before something else slips out!

I must do something.

"Well," Was all I could say, gaining composure. "How unfortunate for Grace magazine." I coolly tried to laugh it off as the tension in the room slowly lifted. Just as I wanted it to.

I turned towards my hair stylist coyly, "No wonder I didn't see any issues in the Alola region. Things must not be going so well if you know what I mean." I rubbed my fingers together and my stylist only laughed. Pretty soon, everyone else chimed in.

I gestured over to another one of the staff members, "Call one of my publicists and have them set up a spread with Divine magazine. Make it worth their while." It was all I had to say. The staff nodded their heads around me and slowly, I felt myself coming back into control.

"I got this Paris," I said as I undressed myself and slipped into Florine's designer blazer. The look came together instantly as I felt an assistant put the finishing touches on my hair and place the choker along my neck. "I have this completely under wraps."

Out of the corner of my eyes, Paris smiled.

Suddenly, there was a distinct knock on the dressing room door. Before anyone had time to turn their heads, the door opened widely.

"As if I need to knock in my own studio." A confident, much older woman gleamed as she stood in the doorframe surrounded by her assistants.

"K-Kiku-sama!" I gasped out in surprise as the TV show host smile her trademark grin, reaching out her arms as she came towards me in an embrace.

"Hikari, I'm so happy you're here this morning." She squeezed me tight, before we pecked a kiss on each cheek. "And not to worry, I was informed you would be done changing hence why I just decided to stroll right on in."

She then laughed to herself, "But then again if I had your body and sex symbol reputation I would care less!" She then took note of my daring look, how my bustier peaked out slight of my blazer and how it was 100% intentional on the stylist's part. "My my, point proven."

I could only laugh awkwardly as I felt a sweat drop dowse alongside my forehead. Leave it to Kiku Matsu to dig into your self esteem with a twisted complimented. But you just have to brush it off and ride the media wave when it comes to people like her. Why? Because it's her opinion that will influence millions.

"I'm so happy to be back home in Sinnoh and to be back on your show so soon." I sweetly said, "The studio has changed a bit since my last interview."

"Yes, yes, it's all great and fabulous." Kiku fanned away the remark, "I'm just glad one of my interviews showed up this morning. Unlike that ridiculous fool who thought he was good enough to cancel on my show."

Almost everyone in the room gasped.

"Someone cancelled their interview?" I couldn't believe what I heard. Cancelling on Kiku Matsu was publicity suicide. Her show was the talk show of all talk shows to make it big! Whoever had the nerve to do such a thing really must not care about their career!

Kiku pinched her nose in frustration, "It's absolutely absurd. No one cancels on me! Contract restrictions or not, no one simply cancels on Kiku Matsu!"

"Exactly! How could you just-" I began, but then suddenly my eyes went wide. "Wait, contract restrictions?"

"I don't know who this Shinji person thinks he is," Kiku huffed as she headed towards the door, "But he won't take another step closer to the Champion trophy if this is how he is going to treat people like me. I'll be sure of it!"

Everyone in the room nodded and muttered amongst themselves, agreeing with the TV Show host. I, meanwhile, stood there speechless in my tracks.

Shinji…was supposed to be on the show today too?

But he had to cancel because of Takeo's contract…

All because of me.

All because I didn't sign and release our photographs.

"Tsk, but I can't focus on the past, only the now darling. I'll see you on set." Kiku coyly waved goodbye to the room and disappeared as dramatically as she arrived. I felt my body mindlessly go through the motions. Everything just seemed like a blur suddenly. As if everything went black and white.

After all the chaos that ensued this morning with Takeo, the threatening lawsuit, the magazine cancellation…none of that seemed to have felt as heavy as this.

Shinji.

He said this would happen if I didn't sign. Takeo won't allow him to take part in any more publicity events until I sign his contract. No exceptions. No loopholes. And I refused. The words were there, clear as day, on the contract. But seeing it, experiencing the outcome firsthand, fully knowing I was responsible…I really was doing it. I was guilty.

I was destroying his dreams.

It's all my fault.

After what he did for me…

One of Kiku Matsu's abruptly staff members popped in the room with their headsets, motioning for me to get ready.

"20 minutes to set!"

I had to snap out of it. Quickly, I gave myself a quick shake. I can't let this bother me now!

Paris again smiled my way. "I know you can handle this, Hikari-chan. You're such an inspiration. Tres bien!"

She clapped her hands together and everyone else in the room soon joined along with her. Snapping back, I smiled around everyone, the entire team, and just basked in the confident symbol they saw me as. However, on the inside…

"Just come back to me." Takeo's threats.

"Easy now…" Shinji's comfort.

I was crumbling.

Backstage was as hectic as ever. As I strutted in my ensemble, cast and crew members from all around scattered about to make sure every detail was perfect before the start of the show. The bass from the studio's music was practically bouncing off the walls! So much so, that I could feel its rhythm deep within my chest.

"Now don't forget to mention all about the Alola beaches and the wonders its sand has on skin care. Kiku-sama will be asking about that-" A crew member briefed me as we walked, I only nodded along.

"And as we agreed?" I raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

"Yes, yes! No mention of Takeo or your past relationship. I assured that!" Another assistant scrambled behind me as she flipped through her notes. I nodded again in satisfaction.

Interviews were a piece of cake once you get them down to a science. Ahead you are given a list of questions that will be asked and a list of questions that may be asked. Then you send in your list of questions that absolutely cannot be asked. From there, you make up one's "genuine" conversation to please the audience and tada, the perfect interview.

All arranged for your viewing pleasure.

Anyone who thinks someone just walks into an interview blindly is a fool. Everything behind the camera is orchestrated. Right from the moment its starting rolling, you become the character that everyone wants to see. Perfectly planned to a tee.

"It can't be! Is that you Hikari-chan?!" I heard a voice call out to me from across the back stage. I stopped mid walk and turned around, and nearly gasped in delight at who I saw. No way, it couldn't be!

"Kamitsure-chan!" I cried out in shock and delight at the sight of the blonde model waving at me, her own crew members fussing about her just like my own. Right away, I dismissed those around me as she did the same and together we rushed over into a tight embrace.

"Oh wow, look at you!" She gushed, pulling back to take in my edgy look. "It's so chic! I'm just tingling with jealously!" She giggled, and I could only blush as I did the same, taking in her electric piece. A golden sparkling one piece with a black leather jacket and silver stilettos. Nothing less that what you would expect from the electric Unovan Gym Leader/ Top Model!

"Nothing compared to you, though!" I cooed, "Look at this. It's so striking!" She did a little turn for me and simultaneously we laughed. I looked on at my dear friend and felt a rush of happiness sweep over me.

I haven't seen Kamitsure in such a long while, not since Unova Fashion Week the other year when we walked all those runways together. She was a dear friend and a fantastic mentor. A cherished person in this crazy world of fashion that I really looked up to. I wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for her. Amidst everything that happened recently…seeing her it was such a well-needed surprise!

"What are you doing in Sinnoh?" I said, "I mean, I'm so happy you're here! But your gym, did you take time off?" I tilted my head to the side. Kamitsure only tsked with her hand.

"Only for a week, but it's perfectly alright. I have my trainers on standby and the Unovan league is a little slow on competitors this current season. Now Sinnoh, on the other hand, is just bustling with excitement over the recent challenges for the Championship that I just had to take a little peak for myself!" She said, gleaming with tingly excitement.

"O-Oh right." I said, taking in her words. So, I guess all this champion stuff is a big deal after all, huh? Without even trying, my mind drifted back to Shinji. He really was causing a stir…wasn't he?

"But anyways," Kamitsure began, "It's pish posh compared to this morning. I can hardly believe we're going to be on the same show today! It'll just be like old times."

"Exactly! But I wish I would have known earlier, we could have planned something afterwards." I smiled with a cheery, sweet grin.

She winked, "It was a last-minute booking. I heard the Champion Competitor couldn't make his interview this morning and when I got the call from Kiku's staff I couldn't say no. I just had to help an old, dear friend."

"Old friend?" I asked, my grin dropping. "I didn't know you and Kiku-sama where that close."

Kamitsure only giggled to herself as she walked past me, leaning in closely to my ear as she did.

"I wasn't talking about Kiku Matsu, my dear." She purred as she gave a coy smile and sweet wave, heading off towards her dressing room backstage. I just stood there, dumbfounded. What was that about? She couldn't possibly mean…

At that moment, Paris caught up with me.

"Hikari-chan, they're ready for you to go on at any minute." She said, but then paused once she saw my expression.

"Is everything okay? Is there something wrong with Kamitsure-san?" She asked, and I quickly shrugged my shoulders.

"Hikari-sama, ready stage left!"

"It's nothing, she just said the strangest thing. Something about helping an old friend but I have no idea what she means."

"You looked bothered." Paris noted, and I shook my head in response. All of this was just silly! Kamitsure couldn't possibly be referring to Shinji. Not one bit. I'm letting this man get in my head too much! Yet, I couldn't stop myself from turning to Paris. Something was burning inside me. Something that needed to be answered.

"Paris, you've remained in Sinnoh while I was away. Do Kamitsure and Shinji…know each other?" The question just spilled from my mouth.

"Lights, ready your cues!"

Paris gave me a weird look, "Huh? You really don't know? I'm surprised."

My heart started to race. I gave Paris another weird look, clearly baffled.

"Cameras 1, 2, and 3 ready!"

"Don't know what?" I asked. At that moment, the fun pop music of Kiku Matsu's show overcame the studio and I could hear the rush of the audience cheers from backstage. Paris leaned in real close, whispering her choice of words very carefully into my ear.

"Everyone knew it. There was no official news, but it was clear…he was her lover."

My eyes widened as I felt a sudden, pinching feeling deep within my chest. I couldn't help it. A terrible gasp left me. My blood ran cold.

"Hikari-sama, now is your cue!"

"H-Hikari-chan, are you alright?!" Paris asked, catching me as she steadied my balance. At that very same moment, multiple crew members grabbed me to rush me onto the stage. It happened so fast before I was thrust back into character. I had no choice but to catch my breath.

But that didn't stop Paris's words from echoing over and over.

Lovers?!

Stop, Hikari. Don't think about it. My thoughts were frantic. This wasn't the time for this. I couldn't be caught up in this. But why is my heart racing so much?

"For our next guest, I have a special treat for you all! She is no stranger to all things beauty and glamour, an icon who revolutionized the fashion world and is finally back in our spotlight. Everyone please welcome back, the Diamond of Sinnoh and a very dear friend of mine, Hikari!"

"Well I think I can certainly speak for everyone," Kiku laughed coyly after we settled in our seats, "That we all are so excited to have you here today."

Another charming smile graced my lips as I looked out towards the crowd.

"And I'm glad to be here." Sweetly, I crossed my legs and rested my chin ever so delicately into my hand. As I did, Kamitsure's eyes caught my gaze as I looked past Kiku's seat, past the cameras, past the façade…and right to the set of the studio's darkened backstage.

She gave such a genuine, happy smile as she whispered good luck my way. I just stared at her and my mind exploded with thoughts.

Thoughts of her and Shinji.

Thoughts of Shinji and Kamitsure together.

Thoughts of him kissing her.

Touching her.

Holding her.

Like the way he held me…

What. The Actual. Fuck.

Hehe I would LOVE to hear in your reviews which part shocked you the most! I had such a fun time writing this chapter and to be honest, I only was able to write half of what I wanted to post! (Otherwise this chapter would have been SUPER long) But anyways, what did you guys think? I'll admit I was a little nervous following up on last chapter because of its intensity and that it was received so well from everyone, I want to make sure I live up to the hype! I'm sorry for not including Shinji as much as I would have liked to in this chapter but trust me, next chapter is going to be a doozy for sure . I was going to end this chapter like how I ended the others with a "gossip girl" like narration but I feel like ending it there was so right.

My main goal in this chapter was to drive the story forward and give purpose to all the nonsense shenanigans Shinji and Hikari got into in the early chapters. After all, everything has a consequence! I'm really excited to keep building on their relationship because well...some interesting things are in store for the pair ;)

As always, please let me know your thoughts! Reviews always brighten my day no matter how short or simple they are, so please don't be shy! Regardless I appreciate you all for taking the time to read my stories. I am thankful for each and every one of you.

Until next time!

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