"Makoto Neagi I don't believe it, is that you?"

Makoto froze in place, he was intimately familiar with voice emanating from behind him, and he honestly wasn't sure how to react. Of all the stupid conventions in all the stupid world she had to be at this one, time ticked by slowly and he knew that of he stayed silent any longer things would only grow akward; Deciding on being at least polite, he plastered a friendly smile on his face and turned around.

Standing behind him was...her, Junko Enoshima, famous model, and his on again off again ex, and she was smiling brightly at him.

"It is you, what a strange place to run into you."

"Indeed, it's been a while, how are you Junko?"

Junko moved closer to him, not enough to be considered impolite, but enough that Makoto was suddenly incredibly aware of her presence.

"I've been doing really well, it's been a whirlwind of a year, working really hard with the whole modeling thing, it's been a dream come true."

Makoto felt his polite smile grow slightly wistful, but he managed to keep it out of his voice when he replied.

"That's excellent to hear, I always knew you would go far, Glad the year has been so fruitful."

"And how about you, has your year been?"

At this felt the polite smile slip of his face.

"Oh, I figured you'd heard from somebody, it's uh not been well."

Junkos smile also began to fade slightly.

"So about two months after we stopped speaking Komaru got very sick and ended up in the hospital, she fought pretty hard for a while, but she didn't make it out in the end."

Makoto paused, taking time to regain control of the emotions and memories that welled up, the long nights sitting by his sisters bedside, the bright smiles she gave him as she continued to wither away, her last words to him telling him it would be fine if he went to his lunch meeting she would be okay for a few hours; she had passed while he was at that meeting and he still didn't forgive himself for not being by her side in those final moments. Junkos voice broke into his reverie.

"I'm so sorry," she began, "I never heard."

"Yeah, I meant to say something to you, but after everything that happened between us, I didn't want to bother you ya know?"

Junko smiled sadly.

"Of course, I understand."

Makoto shook his head momentarily.

"It's alright, I've gotten through it mostly, just take it one day at a time, she wouldn't have wanted me to mope, and life goes on."

"That it does, it always does." Junko looked at him pityingly for a moment, before schooling her expression back into something pleasant. "So why are you here at this convention of all places?"

"I'm actually here to do signing for my book."

"Your what?"

"Yeah, I actually managed to get my book published, and well it ended up becoming a best seller." Makoto smiled sheepishly, "So yeah they invited me here as a guest and I accepted."

Suddenly Junko surged toward and hugged him quickly.

"That's so amazing, I always knew you could do it, I'll have to get a copy and read it!"

"Actually I have one right here, why don't you take it." Reaching into his bag Makoto presented the young model with a hardcover book, which she took gently, gazing at the cover curiously.

"The Despair of A Final Goodbye, a novel of learning and love, what an interesting title."

"Well I certainly hope you enjoy it, I worked pretty hard on it, but it seems to be impressing everybody."

"I'm sure it will be a good read, I can't wait."

The two young adults stared awkwardly at each other for another moment before Junko spoke again.

"Anyway I'm sure you need to get to your signing, and I don't want to hold you up anymore, but hey umm give me a call when you finish up, and maybe we can get dinner, catch up."

Makoto nodded slowly.

"I think I'd like that, I'll let you know."

Junko hugged him again, then turned and strolled into the crowded convention hall, Makoto watched her until she'd disappeared amongst the crowd.

"Was that Junko just now?"

Makoto glanced towards the source of this new voice and was amused at the irritated visage of Toko Fukawa over his left shoulder.

"What did that bitch want?"

"She just wanted to talk, I gave her a copy of the book, we might be getting dinner tonight."

Toko froze on the spot, and glowered at her friend.

"Do you think that's such a good idea, considering how everything went down between you two?"

"Probably not," said Makoto with a self deprecating chuckle. "But I've never made the best of choices when it comes to her."

Toko let out an unladylike snort.

"That's true, after all you wrote her a book." Toko siezed him by the arm and began to drag him forcefully. "Enough of her nonsense now, we have hundreds of fans who want to bother you, you can turn her down later."

Makoto allowed her dragging, the wistful smile having reappeared on his face, with a small sigh he muttered to himself.

"If only it was that easy, to turn down my dearest friend, especially when I've missed her so much." But he agreed with Toko somewhat, that was a problem for later, right now he had adoring fans and success to appreciate.

A/N: So yeah this story here will just be a series of random AU Oneshots about Junko and Naegi, some will be happy, some will be sad, some will be random. Some of them will be in the same AUs some won't be, this is just a place to post the random things the muse demands. Anywho don't expect frequent or consistent updates on this one, just depends on how I'm feeling, and of course you can always check my shenanigans on my blog, which is linked in my profile, anyway as always thank you guys for reading/reviewing and all the other things that make writing worth it for us authors.