Hello Bakausagi here, I just wanted to say that this is a story I wrote a while ago I will be posting it in two parts so people won't have to wait long for it.
To clear up setting this is an alternate reality and Kuon never became Ren. Also Kyoko is going to be a little bit nerdy so I'm sorry, but I can promise you she is very cute. This story also has religious content.
so the pairings are Kuon (or Ren)/Kyoko and Reino/Kanae if you don't like don't read.
I do not own any of the characters from Skip Beat, But the story line is mine.
A Rainy Day in Heaven
Rain is said to signal a bad day. There are sayings, like "you have rained on my parade," or "rain, rain, go away/ come again some other day" But a good rain can change a person, sometimes for the worst, hence the sayings. However, this story is about the best rainy day one could have. And, yes, it does include a parade.
Kuon Hizuri was just a guy, a ladies' man, a player. He was nothing one should be proud of. His life was a total wreck, but, he thought, a martini or two could take care of that. No one wanted to be near him, a loser; but he spent so many countless nights with so many hot women that he pretended he didn't care. Yes, this was Kuon Hizuri the one but not the only. The man who no one would ever truly love. It was pouring when Kuon walked out to his Ferrari, his whitish-blonde hair clinging to his head, a soaked strand or two poking into his gray eyes. His sharp chin pointed towards his car as he looked up at the swollen, gray sky, its tears pecking at his eyes as he smiled a humorless, cold smile. His loose, wine-red, button-up shirt clung to his buff torso, his black jeans becoming another layer of his skin. Just a few years out of high school with barely passing grades and no job; his money came from the accounts of the girls whom he had seduced. He crossed the road, which was usually empty and had just a few cars come here and again. So one wouldn't really expect a car, whose lights were turned off, to pick up speed and hit him. Kuon's head crashed through the glass, his screams stuck in his throat, his heart a drum in his chest. Blood, crimson and thick in the rain and gloom, erupted from the back of his head as he hit the pavement, rolling over and over, the world spinning into utter oblivion and darkness.
Kuon opened his eyes. A surge of white light his eyes, sending what felt like a thousand needles into his eyes. Grunting, Kuon sat up and groaned, "Hello? What's going on here?" Silence filled the air for what seemed like eternity, then came, "Kuon Hizuri, open your eyes again." The voice was like thunder after the flash of lightning, resonating off the air with waves of stern authority and command. Kuon opened his eyes once more and saw white forever, going in all directions. His eyes kept circling about slowly until he saw the figure in white. The man was tall and broad, with eyes like that of pure, raw fire, and hair whiter than snow in winter. He stood in an imposing stance, seeming to stare down Kuon. A leering smile came across Kuon's face. "Who are you supposed to be? God?" he asked, sarcastically.
"Yes," said the white-clad figure as he came stopped smiling. Normally, he would think things like this were just a prank, but something about this figure seemed to be very convincing. Someone incapable of telling a lie of any sort. Someone who condemned any lies. "Kuon Hizuri," God said again, "you may already know this, but sometimes it is always good to state the obvious: you have just been involved in a car accident." Kuon rolled his eyes. Big mistake. "Do you know why I have brought you here, instead of letting your soul go to hell, where it would have gone if I hadn't decided to give you a second chance?" God said, his left eyebrow lifted, to show that the little gesture did not go unnoticed.
"No," Kuon said, his green eyes soaked in sarcasm, "why would you do that? Didn't I already prove that I am unworthy?" God looked at Kuon and shook his head in a moment of exasperation. "Kuon, if I had thought that you were unworthy, I would not have created you," He said, his eyes like a warm winter's fireplace. Kuon didn't respond. "Kuon, the reason I have decided to do this is to reach two hearts: yours and a girl who needs to understand my love," God continued. Kuon looked at God, trying to look uninterested. What he didn't remember was that God knows everything. God now smiling continued, "You are going to help her. Once you have shown her how worthwhile she is, you will be able to come to heaven with Me." Kuon looked at God, looked at his hands, then looked back at God. And he burst out laughing. God looked at him, His face like an ancient statue as He watched Kuon turn beet-red in the face. "So, let me see if I got this straight," said Kuon, giggling like a school girl, "you want me to cheer up some girl so you can make her life a little bit better? That's it? Well the answer is no. I won't do it. Just send me to Hell and be done with it."
Here's a pointer in case you ever get a second chance from God: don't say no. I'm not say he will zap you with a lightning bolt or anything (which he really could do), but he will get what he has planned for you done, one way or another. The way God was looking at Kuon was hot enough to melt butter on the coldest of winter days. "This is not a choice, Kuon," He said, his white face never changing. "You may not like it. You don't have to like it. But it will get done, one way or another. Do I make myself clear?" His eyes bored into Kuon's like little drills. Kuon opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again and nodded in response. As the light began to fade out he wondered what the girl was going to be like and frowned wishing that he had a martini.
Kuon opened his eyes and saw that he was in a café, sitting in a window booth. A foam cup of black coffee sat in front of him, surrounded by six ripped-open packets of Sweeten-Low and shredded napkin. And sitting across from him was a woman. She was around Kuon's age, probably 24 or so, with spikey black hair, tortoiseshell-style glasses, golden-yellow eyes, pale skin, not the fullest of lips, and braces that glinted dully in the café lighting. She was pretty in a sort of ordinary way. She wasn't his kind of girl; too nerdy looking and dull. She was staring at her slender hands, partly covered by her gray sweater's sleeves. She held a caramel frappe in her left hand a pen scribbling on a napkin in her right. She appeared to not notice him at it was still raining, the sky almost remorseful.
"Hello," Kuon said. The woman looked up and shrieked. Her golden eyes widened with alarm. Several heads turned to look at her, confused and surprised by the sudden commotion. A waitress who had been walking past came over and asked, "Ma'am, are you alright?" The girl continued to stare at Kuon with wide eyes, then pointed and said to the waitress, "Who is this man? How did he get here? Did you seat him here?" The waitress looked in Kuon's direction, but he saw that she didn't acknowledge him. "Ma'am," said the waitress, confused and a little wary, "there's no one there. You're all by yourself." The girl squinted at the waitress, her glasses leaving red marks on her cheeks. "How can you not see him when he's right there?" she cried, incredulously. The waitress bit her lip at this, then said slowly and
calmly, "Ma'am, I don't know what to tell you. There is no one there. I'm sorry. Can I get you anything before I go?"The girl sighed with exasperation. "No, thank you. I'm fine," she mumbled. The waitress, clearly relieved that the whole situation had been dropped, hurried off to the man who just entered the café. The girl stared hard at Kuon, causing him to feel very uncomfortable. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice containing a sharp edge to it. "Well,"said Kuon, his left hand rising to rub the back of his neck nervously, "that's going to be kinda hard to explain. I don't think your going to believe me." The girl raised an eyebrow scrutinisingly, and then said, "Well, it seems as if no one can see you except for me. I guess any explanation would be alright."
"Um, okay," Kuon said, a sheepish, humorless grin etched on his
face. "Today, I have no idea what time it was, I was hit by a car."The girl looked at him in utter shock. Kuon took this as encouragement to continue. "I thought I was just going to die, that nothing wouldhappen. Well, it turns out that God needs me to do him a favor. He says that if I do my task well, I'll get another chance and go to heaven, since I was going to hell anyways. So he sent me here, though I don't know why. I guess it has to do with you." The look on the girl's face was drop-dead hilarious, or would have been if the situation had not been so solemn. Then she began to laugh very loudly. "You're just a dream!" she giggled, causing Kuon to begin to worry. "The day has just been so bad that I'm now just seeing things. Great. Just what I needed on a day like this!""Ma'am," said a voice from behind Kuon. He looked behind him and saw a short, middle-aged man in black slacks and a white button up shirt with a black tie around his neck. His hair was sparse, his nose was flat against his face, his eyes a mousey brown, and there were crinkled receipts and a couple pens his left shirt pocket.
His face was firm and serious and Kuon already knew what the man was going to ask. "I think you should leave now, ma'am. You're disturbing the customers," the man said, gesturing towards the door sharply. The girl almost protested, but she clasped her lips into a tight line, grabbed her purse, placed a couple of dollar bills on the table, then walked right out the door without a word, Kuon right behind her.