CH 4

Arc-1 Chapter-4: What is The Media?

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When I got home, I looked up Yukiho on the web to find out more about her.

"It's no wonder she said, 'Are you sure you don't know who I am?' to me..."

Yukiho was an incredibly popular Idol.

Not only does she have a good face, but she also sings and dances well, and has appeared in many TV programs as well as commercials.

She is currently on the rise and seems to be the most admired Idol among teenage girls.

The accident that led to our meeting was also in the news.

She told me that the  had capsized in an accident during filming.

The cause was that the people from the TV station ignored the specs of the ship and went overboard.

I heard that there were almost 50 people on the boat, which was designed for a maximum of 10.

The TV station was getting hammered all over the Internet.

The incident on the island had been covered up.

According to her agency, Yukiho was found the same day of the accident.

Since then, she had been in the hospital for tests until today.

Also, it was not me who found her, but a local fisherman.

"Well, that surprised me. A girl I often see on TV had collapsed." (Fisherman)

There was a news program that showed a local fisherman who said he had discovered her.

The interviewer looks excited, but everything he is saying is a lie.

When I saw it, I muttered knowingly, "I guess Japanese Media has fallen."

"I should have asked her to shake my hand when we parted..."

Yukiho, who until yesterday was working shoulder to shoulder with me on making clay tools, is now on the other side of the TV.

Now I regret thinking about it.

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Yukiho had registered her contact information on my phone.

But since she was a national idol, I couldn't contact her casually.

As a result, the only communication I had with her using my phone was a single LINE message.

The content was also very simple.

I sent her a message saying, "I watched you on TV."

A few days later, I received only a "Thank you" in return.

It's not that I was expecting any further development.

That's what he intended but somewhere in the back of his mind, he was hoping for the opposite.

The fact that we had so much fun together probably had an effect on me.

I've never had that much fun with a girl about survival before.

Akari hated that kind of thing.

"It's probably a bad idea to contact her..."

One night right after summer vacation, I was at home in agony.

I'm lying on my back on the bed, staring at my phone.

What appears on the screen is a line message from Yukiho saying, "Thank you."

I wanted to say something to her, but I couldn't find the courage to do so.

It's because I don't want to be hated.

"Of course it's impossible to have anything to do with Yukiho when even Akari rejected me."

I told myself that and closed LINE.

At that moment, LINE came up with a "ping" notification.

I received a message from Yukiho.

"Can you come to the Peacock Hall at Hotel XXXXX at 6pm on September XX?"

『9月○日の18時に××ホテルの孔雀の間に来られますか？』

It was written in a polite way.

Since the designated date is a holiday, getting there should be easy.

"Yes. I believe I can." I replied.

Since the other party used polite language, I did the same.

Yukiho quickly put a "read" mark on it and then added a "Roger!" stamp.

"Yes! I can see Yukiho again!"

I was so excited that I couldn't sleep.

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The day that Yukiho had set for us had arrived.

"Woah this Hotel is big..."

I arrived at the hotel she had specified.

From the entrance, it seemed to say, " Go home, small fry."

The cheap shirt and pants combination was obviously a mistake.

However, I didn't have any clothes that would be appropriate for this occasion.

Time was running out, and there was no turning back.

"Excuse me, where is the Peacock Hall?"

I ask the formally dressed female staff at the reception desk.

The lady looked at me as if to say, "You're kidding, right?" 

But it was only for a moment, and soon the sales smile was put up.

"Take the escalator over there and--"

She explained everything in detail.

I glanced at the side of her face, and she was still wearing the words, "You're kidding, right?"

"Thank you very much."

I thanked the lady and then headed to the Peacock Hall.

"What on earth is this..."

There was a stupid amount of press inside the Peacock Hall.

The media is in a tight spot, saying let's avoid secrecy.

"You must be Daikichi Yoshikawa-sama."

From behind me, I received a tap on the back.

When I turned around, I saw the intimidating black suit from some time ago.

His magnificent pecs, visible even through his clothing, are a symbol of fear.

Just looking at it made me shrink in fear.

"This way, please."

The black clothed man starts walking at a brisk pace.

If I ran away, I would be killed, so I obeyed quietly.

We walked through an area marked as off-limits except to those in charge.

Then, we stopped in front of a room.

There is a sign on the door that reads, "Ms.Takamine Yukiho."

"Inside."

After saying that, the man in the black suit stopped moving.

"Can I come in?"

"Go ahead."

I grab the doorknob.

Most likely, Yukiho is in this room.

There was no doubt about it, since Yukiho's name was written on the sign.

I'm more nervous than ever.

My heart is rocking and my head is in a state of happiness.

"Hey, come on!"

I boldly open the door.

"It's been a while. I'm sorry to call you here so suddenly, Daikichi-kun."

Sure enough, there was Yukiho.

She was wearing the same outfit as when we met on the island.

"Y, ye, yaah."

"What's wrong? Are you nervous? Oh, you shaved your beard!"

Yukiho folds her hands behind her back and approaches me, laughing, "Mmm-hmm."

"I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. My agency forbade it."

"I didn't know that."

"But, I'm gonna be all right now."

"But, it's not a problem now"

"A Husband?"

❄️This got lost in translations, what Yukiho said was,「でも、もう大丈夫 だから」(No Problem/it's alright etc)  and what Daikichi said was,「大丈夫？」(夫 is husband) Sorry I can't provide a better explanation.❄️

"No. I mean--"

"Yukiho, it's time."

A old man with a fancy suit and a punch perm opens the door.

It was the face I had seen the other day when I was researching about Yukiho.

He's the talented president of the agency she works for.

"All right. I'll be right there."

"Please do."

The president's eyes turns to me.

"You must be Daikichi Yoshikawa, right?"

"Ah, yes, I am."

"I am filled with both gratitude and hatred for you."

"Eh?"

The president glared at his staff.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and get Yoshikawa-kun dressed. I already told you to do it. We don't much have time, so you don't have to do any makeup!"

"Yes! I'm so sorry!"

I was made to change into a fine suit by several staff members.

I didn't know what was going on, but I wasn't in a position to ask them.

"It's a costume for a horse."

「馬子にも衣装だな」

And with that, the president left.

"Daikichi-kun, it looks really good on you. You look so cool!"

Yukiho smiles gently at me.

Then she held out her hand to me, "Shall we go?"

"a, ah... eh, where to?"

I grabbed Yukiho's wrist for now

"The front of the cameras."

"You can't ask me to say anything."

"I know. Daikichi-kun, just stand there until the time comes."

Yukiho pulls me out of the room.

From there, I let go of her hand and walked normally.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

An announcement is made, and Yukiho and I enter.

The reporters flashed their cameras simultaneously.

It flickers so much I feel like I'm going to faint.

"Who's the boy?"

"Well."

"He's kind of a dull boy, isn't he?"

The reporters look at me and tilt their heads.

I'm in the same state of mind as they are.

I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

"Thank you all for coming."

Yukiho took the microphone and started to speak.

Her expression was serious.

"I have something important to say to you all."

The only sound was the clicking of the camera.

Everyone was watching with baited breath.

I just noticed that there were also several TV cameras.

So not only the press was in front of me, but I was also being watched through the TV.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, maybe even more people are probably watching this.

"The other day, my agency announced that I had been found and rescued by a local fisherman, but that was a false statement. First of all, I would like to apologize for that. I am truly sorry for giving out false information."

Yukiho bows her head deeply.

Everyone was filled with surprise, including me.

Because of this, the flash assault came with a time delay.

"The person who saved me will be Y-san over there."

Y-san is me.

All the cameras were on me at once.

"Today I will tell you all the truth."

Then Yukiho began to talk about the days she and I spent on the deserted island.

She didn't hide the fact that we had spent our time under one roof and that she had enjoyed the survival lifestyle of her own volition.