Disclaimer: I don't own Skip Beat or P.A
Pairings: I have no idea. Maybe I'll have a poll.
-Alternative Universe-
PROLOUGE
One million faces.
A hundred more disguises.
Ten thousand different personalities.
And there you have it.
One Kyoko Mogami.
Inside the restroom of a quaint family restaurant in downtown Tokyo, stood none other than Kyoko Mogami.
She had positioned herself in front of the mirror, her eyes roamed down her own body scrutinizing her appearance.
She wore a simple loose pink shirt paired with a black skirt, pink stockings, and black dress shoes.
Her black hair was loosely tied back in a pony. Her body, having all the right bumps and curves were hidden behind her slightly baggy clothing, making it seem as if she had no figure.
Her face was angular and pale, bearing no blemishes. The only striking aspect about her were her bright golden eyes.
Over all she was, without a doubt, plain.
Unnoticeable.
She smiled, that's exactly how she liked it.
Her first thought, once she had stepped through and into the elevator of LME Talent agency, whilst having to share a lift with two very famous celebrities was, 'Damn, did I forget to turn off the stove when I left?'
Yes, Kyoko Mogami was a simple women. She lived alone in a nice two bedroom apartment building in the city of Tokyo. She lived a quiet life; cooking, going to school, and doing chores.. that is when she wasn't working.
She worked for LME's president, Takarada Lori, though most would never believe her occupation as an actress.
Of the private kind of course.
"Ready for another one Kyoko-Chan?"
Kyoko nodded, already used to her boss' eccentric ways. Today the man had decided he had a passion for Ancient Egypt; dressed as a wealthy Pharaoh, equipped with a dozen servants flocking to his side. If she really tried, she could've spotted Sebastian, Lori's right hand man, in the shadows not far behind.
"Alright then Kyoko-Chan, but before I get you your new case I must first feed Sahara."
Oh, and she mustn't forget the camel he was currently riding.
This man knew no boundaries.
"You can't be serious."
Kyoko glared at her boss, who sat calmly at the other side of the expensive mahogany desk, completely ignoring the angry black-haired female.
Knowing she would get no response, Kyoko lifted the file to her face and read it aloud, "Name: Shou Fuwa - occupation: idol - age - 19 - address-"
"I know what the file says, Kyoko-chan."
Kyoko placed her hands on her hips, body morphing itself in an angry stance, fingers curled around the manilla file.
"Then once again, you can't be serious."
Lori stood from his chair, he had expected this reaction.
"Oh, I'm very serious."
Kyoko huffed, placing the folder back on the desk and sliding it closer to where the older man was standing. "No, give me a diffrent one."
Lori turned away walking towards the window that looked out into to the busy streets of Tokyo.
"Well that's too bad, this is the only assignment left; who knows when we'll get another one. I guess for now you can go back home, I'll make sure to contact you as soon as another one comes in. Could be a week or even a month wait. You know how scatterd our client intake is."
Lori turned around to face the younger. He immediately smirked inwardly at Kyoko's current state of distress.
Her stance was no longer defiant, her eyes were trained on the ground as she worried her bottom lip.
Finally with a pained expression on her face, she looked up.
"Fine. When do I start?"
(-The life she lived without the disguise was the life she wished to escape. )
Lori smiled, "A week from now."
Kyoko sighed, her eyes focused back on the manilla folder.
Her fate was set in stone, one week from know she'll no longer be knowed as plain Kyoko Mogami, but as Shou Fuwa's girlfriend, and soon to be wife.
A/N
Pretty short for now. Please comment and give me feedback.