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C H A P T E R O N E

•April 2nd•

"Sayaka! Sayaka!"

Camera reporters and paparazzi, flashes cameras all in the celebrity's face. The cameras always find her.

"Sakaya! Why did you leave America, and come back to Japan?" a woman shoves a recorder in her face.

"Well darling, I just wanted to take a break from acting. Spend more time with my family, and enjoy my last year of high school." Sakaya answers.

She tries to escape them, nearly losing her sunglasses.

"A little space would be nice." she thinks to herself.

"Sakaya! Sakaya! What school do you plan on attending?" a different woman asks her.

"I-I'm sorry." Sakaya becomes slightly flustered.

She usually isn't comfortable answering questions, that will be revealed in the future. It was a weird habit of hers, but stuck with her.

The reporters and fans continued shouting. But she finds her dad waiting at the baggage pick up, cutting them all off from passage.

"Dad!" she shouts.

Sakaya jumps into her father's arms and he tightly embraces her, lifting her off the ground.

"Hey Superstar!" he approaches with her childhood nickname.

"Dad." she drags his name, feeling lightly embarrassed with the name.

"Let's save the chit-chat for later and get your things in the limo already." he acknowledges.

"Well of course." she felt an amount of relief, escaping those reporters. But also, wanted a little bit more of attention.

Just a little more.

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"Tokyo is so hot." Setsuna thinks to herself.

While on a jog with her dog, she couldn't help but wish that Chowder was trained. She preferred to be inside and playing video games, rather than commuting to her Father's orders.

"I'm home." her voice lacked of tone, as she entered the large mansion of a house.

Her Mother, Shirai, emerged from the kitchen and had her baking apron on. "Setsuna, get in here and bake your sister's cake."

She orders and throws an apron at her. Setsuna took the leash off of Chowder, and let out an exhausted sigh.

"Are you talking back?" her Mother asks.

"No." her tired voice speaks.

While putting on the apron thrown at her, an unusual amount of yawns were let out.

"Thankfully I don't have gymnastics today." she thinks.

The young, introvert enters the kitchen. Finding it, in completely filth.

"Setsuna, I need you to make the cake then clean up the kitchen. Afterwards, get the decorations ready. I have to catch up on my show!" Shirai says.

Without a reply, Setsuna walks to the sink and grabs gloves underneath them. She replaced the gloves she was currently wearing and threw them away.

She get the ingredients out to make a chocolate cake.

It's her sister's favorite flavor.