Hey everyone! This is my first SB fanfic. I know, it's a bit OOC, but keep in mind I'm just using the characters, their names and personality into my own story. Yes, the love triangle is still on. But here, Kyoko, Ren and Sho are all EQUALS in the industry of acting!

I'll be adding my own characters here and then, and if you noticed, I have sadly just referred to Yashiro as the 'manager'. Sorry Ya-chan! ; )

& BTW, I don't own Skip Beat ;3 + + Reviews make my world go 'round!

Triing! Triiing! Triiiiiing!

My hand automatically shot out and grabbed for the stupid cell phone/alarm clock. My subconscious had orders to destroy this noisemaker – throw it and hard.

Unfortunately, my intelligent part of the brain interfered and woke me up. I groaned as I stretched out my stiff back. I made a mental note to buy a new comforter, my bed's seen better days.

Tileeloollaalooo! Tiileeeeloollaaalooo!

The phone had taken on a different ring tone. I recognized this tone for the President's call. I grumbled as I answered it.

"President?" I asked quietly, fighting back a huge yawn.

"Ah, Kyoko? I'm sorry, this might be a bit early for you, but I have a favor to ask…"

At Plaza Square

"I'm really sorry for the short notice, Miss Kyoko," a short stocky man said apologetically, "but we forgot to tell you about your shoot with us promoting your company."

I yawned, and said, "It's alright. I'll hit the sack as soon as this is all over."

He frowned for a bit, then brightened up. "Ah, it seems that Mr. Tsuraga has made it as well! Ah, my luck these days!"

At the mention of Ren's last name, I woke up with a start. My body was still a bit slow in responding, so I grabbed one of the chairs and sat down, still feeling a bit sleepy and woozy.

I closed my eyes and felt the cool breeze of fresh, park air settle on my face. It was nice to block out the unholy racket the whole crew was making, from cussing and equipment noise, it was like a carnival out here. Not to mention Ren's fan girls' squeals can be heard a mile away.

I felt a hand touch my forehead softly. My eyes opened in shock, and probably dilated when I saw Ren's worried eyes staring back at me. He was dressed in a black tux – and his hair was a bit messy. It looked like he was on short notice too.

"Ren!" I gasped, "you scared me for a bit." He chuckled and then his mouth pressed into a grim line.

"You look pale, Kyoko. Are you alright?" he asked, his hand still on my forehead, "you don't seem to have a fever but …"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I said, jumping up. My legs failed me and they wobbled slightly. Ren caught me and put me back on the chair.

"I don't think so," he said, then turned to his manager. He spoke quickly and silently, I couldn't quite grasp what he was saying. The next thing I knew, he was carrying me to his car.

"Wait – my car! I can't… Ren!" I protested as he continued to carry me. A soft smile appeared on his face and he tilted his head a bit as he spoke, "My manager agreed to take your car to your house. I already smuggled the keys out of you." He seemed to be aware of the big 'O' that my mouth had shaped into.

"I had practice when I was a kid, alright?" he said exasperated as my eyebrows rose.

He opened his shiny, black car and slipped me in the passenger's seat. My body relaxed against the luxurious black leather seats. I'd bet my fortune they could probably massage the body too.

Ren slid in the driver's seat and almost started the car when his phone rang. He answered it, and for a few minutes was immersed in a serious conversation. I felt that my head was starting to throb – a bad sign. I patted my head and that seemed to ease the congestion, but not for too long. I winced as the headaches continued to attack me. Ren's voice brought me out of my painful trance.

"Kyoko?" he asked, his eyes turning towards me. I hoped I didn't look like I was suffering as much as I felt I was.

"Yeah?" I replied, looking back at him. His eyes were so full of expression. I turned my head away.

"I – I have to go for a bit back there. Just a couple of shoots, about half an hour. Think you can hold up in here? Or should I call a taxi?" he said, looking worried. Wow, I must be looking like a bad heap of a normal me if he's offering a taxi.

"I think I can hold up in here," I said, "and your seats are plenty comfortable." We both chuckled and he got out of the car.

"I'll leave the keys in, just in case you wanna turn on the A/C or anything. Just don't try driving – in your condition, I'm not shocked if you run into a pole or something."

I tried to glare at him, but the throbbing of my head made it impossible to do so.

"I think you oughta take a nap… here, I have a few sleeping pills," he said, taking it out of a cabinet with first-aid kits.

I took them gratefully and drank them. He left, but not without looking back at me with a frantic look on his face. I wondered why that was. Maybe it was because he was leaving the car alone with me. Did he seriously think I'm gonna steal it? I sighed. Too much thinking was bad for my throbbing head.

The sleeping pills seemed to be working as a wave of peace and relaxation washed over me, dragging me to the happy depths of sleep…

Rap…rap…rap…

What was this unholy racket that was pulling me back to reality? I blinked my eyes, finding my head sore from the headache and I stumbled in the car. After regaining my balance, I realized that Ren might be back from the photo shoot and that he was locked outside!

I immediately opened the door to find not Ren… but my worst nemesis: Sho Fuwa.