Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat, that goes to the genius Yoshiki Nakamura nor do I own the challenge that inspired me to write this fanfic, this right goes to the amazing Felicity Dream, all I own is the original plot and the Au-ish elements.

Life sometimes gives you all you ever wanted so that it can later be ripped apart from you; so, as to show that nothing good never lasts forever. That's what happened to Kuu Hizuri who, at merely 24 was the happiest he could ever be. At the prime of his career, married to the love of his life and with the most adorable two-year-old son ever known to men and women (he was sure his little Kuon would be a heartbreaker when he grew up!), he couldn't ever imagine a better life.

However, not even two decades later, his perfect family lost a member and a piece of it broke.

Kuon Hizuri, at the age of 16, gave up his name, his face and his home so that he could start anew in Japan, far away from the shadow of his father…

Kuu and Juliena were heartbroken by the news. They knew their son wasn't exactly happy in America and he sure wasn't the perfect kid, often getting himself in fights and trouble, but it didn't change the fact that when Kuon left, without even a goodbye note, they expected the worse. Juliena went as far as to call Lory Takarada, the one who made it possible for Kuon to disappear without a trace and a long-time friend of the family, a kidnapper, for that was what he was to her. He took away her baby boy, her little Kuon. He broke her more than she cared to admit at the time and not even Kuu knew just how far the heartbreak went. ("Where did he go? Why did he go? Oh, Kuon, my little boy… I failed you… I'm so, so sorry…"). That was the first time Julie had a breakdown and had to be taken to the hospital. It wouldn't be the last.

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The first few years they decided they would give what their son wanted. Freedom. Kuon needed a little time to grow up as his own man; it was just a part of being a teenager. Still, it didn't exactly make it hurt any less. Birthdays passed without calls ("He probably was busy with work and didn't even realize."), calls were left unanswered ("He still needs time. He's still just a boy. Maybe he's not ready yet.") and one year became two, and two became three and the tears never truly dried from Julie's face…

And Kuon, Kuon seemed to want to make himself as unattached to his family as possible, leaving no trace of the once blonde haired boy with green-blue eyes. In it's wake, there was a stranger named Tsuruga Ren, that hid himself under brown hair and brown eyes.

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It didn't come as a surprise when Julie told Kuu she went to the doctor and they told her she only had a few months left to live. It had happened more and more since Kuon run away. What did surprise him, was that this time… it was true.

It just so happened that Julie had a disease that, if found at it's early stages was curable, but if only found later on, it was a one way exit. You can guess that, by the time they realized there was something there, it was already too late.

The call Kuu made to Lory reached Kuon's ear, of that he was sure. And still, they never receive a call back.

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Julie's last living moments where at the hospital, on a room with a beautiful view that showed the sunset of Los Angeles at it's finest; It wasn't by far the best place or the one Kuu wanted her to be, but it had it's own charm and Julie loved it.

Kuu gave himself a couple months of vacation so he could spend then with his wife. Her once beautiful golden hair little by little losing it's shine and her green eyes blurring, always between awareness and illusion. The doctor said the medication was so that she wouldn't feel any pain, but it had the effect of leaving her mind most of the time on a faraway land, dreaming of her little boy coming back.

One of the only times Julie wasn't hallucinating, she asked Kuu to bring Kuon back, as she wanted, needed, to see him for the last time.

Kuu did everything he could to contact his son. He called Lory, called Ren, called his manager. Everything. ("Maybe he…") But he never came. ("Maybe he…") He never goddamned it came to see his dying mother. ("There's no 'Maybe' anymore.") And, that day, that last moment he tried to reach Kuon, something inside him cracked. How would he tell Julie that her son wasn't coming back? That even though she was dying he still wanted to act like a kid, not wanting to go back to his parents house after staying over the weekend at his friends house? ("There are no excuses anymore…")

It was with a heavy heart and tear filled eyes that he told Julie that Kuon wasn't coming back…

And not even two days later, Julie died. Maybe more from the heartbreak than from the illness that brought her to the hospital in the first place. ("What about Kuon? Why is he not here?! Why? What have I done for him to hate so *sob* much!?")

Kuu never thought he'd come to hate his child.

("Son, not matter what you do, I'll never hate you.")

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Apparently, he was wrong.

("It's too late…")

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"Kuon, one of the most important thing in life, is family. Not matter what, be in wealth or not, in health or in sickness, family is always together. Always there to help-help-help-…"

A/N: Before telling me that Kuu wouldn't possibly hate Kuon, remember that this is a fanfic and that I'm the writer so I can do whatever I goddamn want.

Overall, I hope you enjoyed this (Specially Felicty Dream-sama), I hope to post the next chapter sometime this week.

Byebye~