Prologue

It was that time of the year. The day that she dreaded the most. Dark clouds were looming above as rain made it's way down; foreshadowing the true meaning of today. The heavy atmosphere in the room, in very one's eyes that she had forgot not to look into; reflected nothing but sorrow, sadness and pity.

At best, it would only rain heavily, but then again, there were those years as lighting and thunder would accompany her already damp mood; loudly and proudly welcoming and announcing what today truly meant. Not that she needed the reminder, she could never forget; it was an impossibility of that ever happening. The world marked this day on their calendar. Even if she wanted to, they would all remember.

He would remember.

Looking at herself in the mirror, a reflection of a tired and worn out woman stared back at her. She had gone back to her original black hair ever since they had become official. He had said he wanted the original Mogami Kyoko, and not the results of that idiot's doing. Now her raven curls were tide up in a ponytail, hints of white were showing; besides from a few hair strands, she wore black from head to toe.

Looking at herself closely; she resembled nothing of what once was. Age and life just got to her. The life flowing through her veins seemed to have stopped, her health looked like it had deteriorated throughout time. The burning fire she used to have was long extinguished as soon as he had left her behind; left her to her own musings and devices.

"You know you don't have to go." Ren said by the door. Looking nice in his black suit despite the occasion. He wasn't all that happy either, she could see it. Even though he tried to hide it, she could always tell. "You can always visit another time, I know the amount of people makes you uncomfortable and-" She had stopped him in his worries with a simple sad smile she shone his way. That was his cue to not delve any further, for that, he would be hurting her; deepening the wound that refused to close up or heal.

"There's no way I cannot, not just go."

How could she not?

The amount of people was uncomfortable, but that just showed how much he was loved. She had her family for support; though at times, it was them that need the support the most.

She could do it. She would show up, hold the tears in and give a speech to those that were listening. "Besides, I have you." She alway told him that. It was true, he was her strength through the tough times that came her way; through the unfairs that were thrown in her life. It was a simple fact that fate just wanted to be cruel to her; even at a young age, nothing ever seemed to go right in her life. Happiness was never a long lasting reality for her.

But now, he was the reason why she kept going, got moving and bothered with life. He was what kept her grounded and mind sane. Ren was hers to protect and watch over, he was what fate allowed her to have, for now. That is until the evil grin of fate would turn her way yet again, and yank him away from her tight grasp. Dare say the day would ever come. It would be the day she would follow closely behind. As she would not allow herself another moment breathing, if he wasn't there beside her.

"Are you guys ready?" His once manager, turned best friend asked by the door frame. Alerting the two people about the time at hand. There was a schedule to keep; just like their reputation, they were never late and today should not be any different.

In the tired man's arms was a sleeping young girl. She was comfortably nestling in the arms of her father's; like an angel floating in the clouds, unaware of how tragic fate could spin one's life.

From sweet dreams to nightmares in a matter of seconds.

She remembered seeing that same image. It was another man and it wasn't a girl in his arms, but instead a beautiful baby boy. She remembered the tears that raced down his face from the overflow of happiness and emotions.

Those years felt like centuries ago.

"Mo let's get moving! You can't keep a pregnant women standing all day!" Kanae came into view, rubbing her growing baby bump that was covered in layers of wool jumpers to fend off the cold wind speeding past. This was the third one, a boy this time. The first child was somewhere in the house; probably down stairs in Maria's company. The second was in her daddy's arms, sleeping as the day moved on without her. She was only 4 years old and keeping up with the grown ups proved to be too much trouble.

"I'm ready." Kyoko had quietly answered, her voice low and void of emotions. This day always made her depressed the most; made her wish that she never existed; as she would not be experiencing this much pain. Holding the shredded and chipped stone that Kuon had given to her years ago, she prayed for strength. Strength that she would need to get on with today; to return to that place where she first met him.

Not that she would remember today anyways. Like she did in the past four years, she would try and burn the memory of today. Go off into her own world where everything was fine and dandy; for just a couple of minutes of mental peace. Before reality would slap her in the face, in the form of Ren that is.

He would never leave her, at least not yet.

Everything went in a blur. There were reporters, fans and family in tears of his death anniversary. Throughout the whole day, she never let go of Ren's hand; as he was her anchor to this world.

He was holding her back from leaving the living behind.

"Are you okay?" Voice low; so low that it could have been considered a whisper. His emotions out and bare for her to see. She was so in tuned with him that she never needed to see, to know what he felt.

"I'm fine, Ren." He knew better than that. He knew she was hurting. Despite what she said or did, she would never get over him. He had been her whole world and now that world was gone forever. Ren knew that all too well; he himself also felt the pain. He was as much in her life as he was in his. His pain may have not been equal to hers, but comparisons could not be made; as they were pained for different reasons, yet the same.

Family members, long time friends and die hard fans had communicated their concerns to her, and to him; their worries for her and for him. But she smiled through it all, repeated that she was fine as she held herself high and refused to loss face.

He taught her better than that.

"...We are gathered here for the beloved man we lost..."

She told everyone that she was okay and that she had moved on. "It doesn't hurt as much as it used to, I guess with time, wounds do heal." She told them all. Just like Ren, they knew better. What a bunch of bull crap it was. Moved on? Where? To the past? That was more accurate than the words she was spouting.

She could never forget him.

They had known her for many years and when she was hurt the most, was when she masked it all with a calm and happy facade. A strong front and a smile on the outside, but on the inside, it was chaos and utter ruins.

That was it; he had ruined her. Unintentional? Of course.

She somehow kept everything in. No one could persuade her to open up.

Not to him though. He had somehow figured a way to get her to open up. Maybe it was because of how intimidating he could be, or how high she had placed him, or maybe it was because of the feelings she felt for him. Whatever the reason was, she could never hide anything for him. She had tried, but he always found out, figured it all out.

"It's okay to cry, it's only us now." They were the last two left. Every year, they would be given their moment to mourn, and every year, she would break down in gut wrenching tears for her loss. This was the only time of the year she would be so vulnerable and fragile in front of him. Other than this day, she wanted him to see her as a strong and dependant woman. Someone that he could rely upon and needed not worry about.

"It's okay, I'm here." He was crying too. Ren dropped down to the small woman who was ready to be with the dead. The umbrella he had held onto so tight the whole day was now forgotten as the rain heavily poured down on them. The rain was in sync with the tears racing from their eyes, soaking their clothes and falling to the grave as mud became the result.

Ren could tell the world was no longer bright for her. True, she had him, but he wasn't enough; he wasn't even half the man compared to him. He hugged and supported her, he cried just like she did. She wasn't alone in this pain. There were others, thousands even, as he was loved worldwide.

"How could you have left so early Kuon?" She cried for the only man that she had truly ever loved.

He had been her fairy prince; an innocent being that showed her that magic still existed in this cruel world.

He had been her senpai; a man that knew when she needed discipline and when she needed a helping hand.

He had been her friend; a companion that she could confide in about her worries, fears and faults.

He had been her husband; a life partner that she vowed to love and to hold, a man that vowed the same back to her.

And he had been the father to their child; a caring man that taught her the true meaning of a family; he gave her one, as he was a part of her family.

He left too soon, moved on to a place she couldn't reach him.

"I wish I had the power to go back in time." If it was possible, he wanted to meet his father again, see his mother truly smile for no reason in particular; because, when he was alive, the world was heaven in her eyes. There was never a single day she would have a frown on her face; not if he could help it.

"So do I, Ren." Kyoko hugged her son. A piece of him that he left behind.

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A/N: I will just say this now.

I will NOT UPDATE this until I finish one of the already on-going fanfics!

I just had this idea, I wrote it down and I wanted to share it with you guys.

P.S this fanfic is not sad (or not planning on making it sad).

Thank you for reading!

And don't kill me, I'm working on the others fanfics too.