The 6 reunite but in a less preferred circumstance

"Mikado! What do you think of your father's proposal? Will you take part in it"?

She ignores the reporter and walks onwards, the security guards struggling to hold back the mob of camera men, journalists, and reporters.

"Mikado! Do you believe that such an action like this is righteous"?

"Mikado! Explain your thoughts about this"?

"Mikado! Why did your father arrange this"?

"Mikado? Does that truly mean that you and the Fabrizios, the La-Blancs, the Wallace-Brooks family, the Chuns and Whitehorns will all need to date each other"?

"Mikado"!

"Mikado"!

Voice after voice, scream after scream, shout after shout, bombarding the city air with all sorts of questions. "Keep walking. Keep walking. Ignore them. I-I-Ignore them." Mikado mumbles.

"What do you think about the other children"?

"It is rumoured you used to have an innocent relationship with one of the other 5, is that true"?

"Ignore them." she whispers but her courage, her strength.... Her steps once powerful and strong falter and become smaller, slower. Her head once held high with a determined expression now hangs low to hide her eyes that are welling up with tears. "Ignore them." she whispers. "Ignore them". She takes in deep breaths, stifles the sobs that want to escape and keeps walking away from the obscene crowd. "IGNORE THEM"!

"LEAVE!" she cries "LEAVE"! Fat tears stain Mikado's beautiful face. She is curled up on the floor, hands covering her ears to try and block out that irritating noise of the press, the warnings of the security, the screeching of tires as vehicles zoom across the road. "STOP IT! LEAVE! STOP TREATING ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!" she bawls. A small puddle of tears has formed on the dirty street floor.

"GO AWAY! G-go a-away." but the press stay, pushing against the wall of strong security guards. They remain shouting, screaming questions. They ask why she is crying, why she is upset, not taking into account what she had just screamed at them. A large crowd of civilians has formed in Shibuya square, phones out, snapping pictures; all the while muttering and whispering bad things about the press when they themselves are no better. She is the animal that is held behind the bars for the public to snap pictures of no matter the state.

Suddenly a car horn blares. The people cry out in panic and hurry into the square to line the walls, making way for the sleek black BMWX7. Even the news reporters, journalists and camera men pause their struggling to watch the car slowly roll into the square and stop right before the sobbing girl. Everybody is watching silently with bated breaths. The 4 doors open and out step 5 people that the world knows very well. Bennet fabrizio with his snow white hair and periwinkle eyes. Phoebe Whitehorn with her infamous lion mane hair that is a striking red colour like that of the setting sun in the Savanna. Adrian La-Blanc with his signature smirk and seductive blue eyes that make all the girls sigh. Noah Wallace-Brooks with that sweet, innocent smile and baby-like face. Kosuke chun with skin as smooth as silk and hair as soft cotton. All 5 of them are here, completed with the 6th; the children of the 6 most powerful families in the business world reunite once again..

"Bennet Fabrizio " a reporter dares to call out. "Is it true you used to have a relationship with Mikado Shibuya". Silence follows and then a bombardment of shouts and yells of questions once again.

"Phoebe Whitehorn, what do you think of the situation"?

"Adrian La-Blanc, how do you feel about needing to turn against your lifelong friends"?

"Noah Wallace-Brooks! Please say some words for your large fanbase"!

"Kosuke chun! Is it true that your family is going to return to South Korea"?

Without a word, or a single nod to acknowledge the press' existence. With quick, smooth, efficient moves they block Mikado from view. Bennet, Noah, Adrian, Kosuke form a protective shield, not a hint of a smile on their beautiful faces. Phoebe tries to quiet down Mikado and leads her to the back doors of the BMW and gently straps her in. A small thumbs up and the others climb into their seats with Phoebe on Mikado's right (the left side is the car door so Mikado is sitting on the leftmost seat in the back of the car). Then, the car rolls out just like it had rolled in: slow, silent, smooth; like a snake slithering across the forest floor. The reporters continue to spit out personal and disrespectful questions. The camera men hurriedly snap thousands and thousands of pictures, hoping for one to at least be usable for the morning news the next day. The security guards remain standing strong withholding the mass of crazy people. The civilians gradually disperse though not before muttering an insult about the inhumane press when in truth all that are gathered here are just here for the dog food (though there was no food).

"How disappointing".

"What is wrong with the press"?

"They have no sense of respect or boundaries".

"How stupid of them"!

Yet how were those civilians better than the press when just like them, they crowded around. They snapped photos, posted some online with small little messages. What is really the difference between the news agencies and normal people now that social media has made it so incredibly big?

Nothing. There is no difference and it is disgusting.

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