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Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat or any of its characters.

"Are you sure you don't want something to drink, ma'am?" the flight attendant asked with a friendly smile as she leaned down. "It's going to be quite a long flight."

Forcing herself to pry her eyes away from the magazine in her hands, the young actress slowly tucked a strand of her honey hair behind her ear and looked up at the woman with dark, glinting eyes. "I'd rather not," she replied quietly in a threatening tone.

Flustered and taken aback by the outright menace, the flight attendant stumbled back down the aisle to the end of the plane, feeling the blood within her body run ice cold and her hair standing on end. She never once looked back as she quickly tried to escape from the sinister aura emanating from the young, beautiful lady who practically seemed murderous.

Meanwhile, the actress sighed heavily and threw the magazine onto the seat next to her, clearly annoyed at the disturbance that broke her peace of mind. She absent-mindedly stared out of the window in her first class seat, seeing the pale wispy clouds dissipate as the plane drove through them like a bullet.

Bored, she began to drum her fingers on the arm rest, crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back, but no matter how hard she tried, the actress couldn't relax. The restlessness that was apparent both mentally and physically was obviously taking a toll on her already ominous mood.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar, chirpy voice approach from the back, but she didn't bother to turn around. It was nobody of importance to her anyway.

"I'm sorry about the flight attendant earlier," her agent whispered quietly as she sat beside her. "I should have warned her that you don't like to be disturbed."

The young passenger ignored her apology and half-heartedly waved manager away with a flick of the hand.

"Of course," the petite woman mumbled with a bow of her head as she quickly scurried away to sit in the back with the others.

Slipping on her sunglasses, the actress looked out the window once more as a gentle voice over the intercom announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in Tokyo in approximately 18 hours. Thank you for choosing Continental Airlines and we hope you will enjoy your flight."

Smiling for the first time ever since she boarded the plane, the female passenger placed her chin in the palm of her hand and whispered under her breath, "Just eighteen hours. Eighteen hours before I'll finally see you again…"

"MOKO-SAN!"

"NO!"

"Please! MOKO-SAN!"

"How many times do I have to tell you NO!"

Kanae angrily stomped away from her relentless friend as she continued to follow her through the LME halls, whining "MOKO-SAN!" nonstop. Kanae would have tried to make a break for it, if only she wasn't wearing that hideous pink uniform that stood out like a glaring headlight for the whole world to see. She wouldn't have been able to lose her friend while wearing that piece of work. And to make matters worse, Kyoko was getting louder and louder by the minute as Kanae continued to ignore her constant pleas.

"MOKO-SAN! JUST THIS ONE TIME! I PROMISE IT'LL BE FUN! MOKO—!"

In a rage, Kanae quickly spun around on her heel and looked at a surprised Kyoko straight in the eyes as she replied, "Would you stop it!"

Kyoko shook her head vigorously.

Groaning, Kanae ran her hand through her long black hair and closed her eyes, refusing to look at her.

This was getting nowhere. Kyoko had been at this since morning and by now it was already noon. Kanae could feel her resolve quickly dissolving away and she didn't have any strength left to fight it anymore. As much as she hated these stupid "best-friend" anniversary things, Kyoko obviously didn't.

"Is this really that important to you?" she asked through clenched teeth as she imagined the sickening smile on Kyoko's face getting wider and wider.

"YES MOKO-SAN! It means a lot!"

Sighing, Kanae opened her eyes and looked at her friend, bouncing on the soles of her feet with eyes glowing in anticipation. She didn't have the heart to deny her when Kyoko was trying so hard. And it really was only one night. How hard could it be?

"Alright," she said in surrender. "I'll do it. But this is a ONE TIME deal! Understand?"

Kyoko squealed in delight and hugged Kanae tightly around the waist. "YAY! Thank you, Moko-san!"

"MO! LET GO OF ME!"

Shaking her off, Kanae quickly smoothed out her hair and uniform as she turned her back on Kyoko once more and walked to the locker room. Kyoko quickly fell back into step with her as she skipped merrily alongside her best friend.

"So I was thinking we could first start at my house, get ourselves acquainted, then play some board games, pillow fight, paint each other's nails, make some good old-fashioned sweets, and if we still have time, DO EACH OTHER'S MAKE-UP!" Kyoko screamed in glee. "This is going to be great!"

Kanae remained silent. She was already dreading the night ahead. Kanae was never into these slumber-party nights, let alone a celebration of best-friendship. In fact, it was accurate to say that she felt highly awkward. Even though Kanae referred to Kyoko as her best friend, she never uttered the words out loud in public. Nobody could have possibly guessed that they were friends. It always seemed as if Kyoko was doing all the friendly business while Kanae was desperately trying to push her away.

But that was far from the truth. These two girls were extremely close; they shared a bond that no other girls had: a matching pair of pink janitorial uniforms that separated them from the typical cliques. Or as in Kanae's words, "a damn, wretched curse" that led her to have a friend in the first place.

When they finally reached the locker room, Kyoko continued to shoot out ideas for what she believed to be fun as Kanae silently unzipped her uniform and slipped on her normal, fashionable clothes. She didn't bother to interrupt her. Once Kyoko got going, it would take a miracle to stop her. Kanae would just have to wait for the oxygen to run out before she could get any word in.

Then as Kyoko stopped to take a breath, Kanae quickly placed her hand over Kyoko's mouth and replied, "I already agreed to go. Please spare me the pain of hearing what we are going to do there. Let it be a surprise, okay?"

Kyoko nodded and smiled sheepishly when Kanae let go. "Sorry, I guess I got a little ahead of myself there."

Kanae didn't reply. She just opened the door and gracefully walked outside, hearing Kyoko follow close behind her. As the two girls strolled through the halls, they suddenly saw a crowd of onlookers around a piece of paper on the bulletin board, murmuring excitedly amongst each other. Curious, they walked up to the group and heard:

"I heard she became a huge star when she was only three years old!"

"Well, I heard that she's traveled all around the world just to star in movies."

"She's really pretty too."

"And talented!"

"I can't believe she's actually coming!"

"How long do you think she'll stay?"

"Hopefully forever!"

"Who are you guys talking about?" Kyoko asked as she tapped on the shoulder of one of her fellow co-workers.

"You don't know?" he asked in surprise as he turned around in astonishment. "Our company has been preparing for this for months! How could you not know?"

Kyoko shook her head in apology and shrugged. She then looked at Kanae and asked, "Do you know?"

Kanae crossed her arms and shook her head as well.

"We're talking about Mya!" he replied in aghast at their lack of knowledge.

"Mya?" Kanae repeated. "I've never heard of her."

Suddenly, the room fell silent as the whole group turned around and stared at the two girls with wide eyes. "You don't know who Mya is?" they asked in unison.

Kyoko and Kanae slowly shook their head from side to side.

That did it. In just one breath, they were suddenly bombarded with:

"SHE HAPPENS TO BE THE NUMBER ONE ACTRESS IN AMERICA RIGHT NOW!"

"ALL THE MOVIES SHE'S STARRED IN HAVE RAKED IN BILLIONS OF DOLLARS!"

"MYA DOMINATES THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!"

"AND SHE'S ONLY 19 YEARS OLD!"

"HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHO SHE IS?"

Kyoko and Kanae were stunned. They stood with their mouths wide open, absolutely speechless. The fervent looks on every person's face as they screamed their obvious respect for this girl completely caught them off guard. Mya had to be pretty amazing.

"Well," Kanae replied with a shaky huff as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. "If this girl is so elite, why would a professional like her come here?"

The group laughed.

"Because Mya wasn't always an American actress! She was actually discovered right here in Japan, by none other than President Lory himself."

"It's not like him to keep us waiting," Yashiro commented as he sat in President Lory's office, tapping his foot incessantly on the floor. "He knows you got things to do."

Ren was standing at the window, looking down at the bustling streets as he replied, "No matter how busy I am I'll make time for my boss. He knows that as well."

Yashiro sighed in defeat.

Ren, on the other hand, was well aware of why the President wanted to see him. Today was the day, and Ren couldn't hide from him any longer. In just a matter of hours, she would be arriving at the airport and the President had left it up to Ren to make sure that she will be well-acquainted into her new home for the next few weeks. He was the one entrusted with her.

Ren let out a deep breath. He didn't understand why he felt so nervous. It's been awhile since he's been so pent-up like this before. Ren was not feeling like himself today at all. Every now and then, he found himself staring at the clock at each passing minute, counting down the seconds as to when her plane will arrive.

"This is bad," he whispered under his breath.

Yashiro, however, caught the sound immediately and asked, "What is?"

Ren shook his head.

"Everything."