Author's Note: Okay, this is quite a creepy fanfic, but what really brought this up was a blind thought that popped into my mind while writing my LoZ fanfic. It's been a while since I've read Skip-Beat, but here it is. Hope you enjoy. ~T-Lea.


That Gloomy Aura Again!

Tsuruga Ren sat across the room from Kyoko, his legs crossed as he sat in a chair in the studio. For reasons unknown, his expression was dark and crestfallen, as if maybe he had just seen something far too obscene to be quickly shoved out of his mind. And, indeed, it was one of those moments where he would experience coming in contact with Fuwa Sho in the studio where he and Kyoko filmed together. A dark aura of despair and foreboding loomed over his shoulders, threatening to swallow anyone in the vicinity if they came too close. And that was the most likely reason why no one dared approach him that morning, or so, it seemed to Kyoko as she stepped into the studio. Upon discovering Ren sitting in the corner in such a state, a horrified expression came to her face, and suddenly, her demons began to weep at the wonderful scent of despair and hate.

"WH-WH-WHAT IS THIS?!" she screamed, quickly looking away from him. She was practically hyperventilating at just the thought of her doing something bad again. After all, that could only explain why he'd be upset. "Did I leave the oven on—did I do something wrong yesterday at the studio—did that Beagle guy show up again and ask for me?!"

She seemed to consider this, her teeth grounding tightly together. He was an obnoxious person who would do something as despicable as that to make her life suffer forever more. He most likely knew that Kyoko and Ren were Sempai and Kohai; so, it was only natural he'd go to him to ask such questions. But then again, she hadn't seen him since Valentine's Day, so he couldn't have just decided to crop up out of nowhere and start asking questions to people.

"Well," she started again, pressing her index fingers together, "I did accidentally set the stage on fire yesterday. . ."

Suddenly, Mouko-san emerged from a room at the back of the studio, and upon discovering Mouko-san's appearance, Kyoko suddenly flocked to her side with that nervous expression on her face she usually wore when she was about to ask something quite troublesome.

"Ano, Mouko-san," she began quietly, shyly. "Do you know why Ren is upset this morning?"

"Ren is upset?" She suddenly cast a glance in his direction, her face falling into that of alertness upon discovering that black aura of despair and gloom. Slowly, she turned towards Kyoko with a dark look on her face. "It was that fire yesterday, wasn't it?"

Kyoko practically seized as her heart stopped. "YEE-AHH!" she panicked, taking her firmly by the shoulders. "You know it, too?!"

"Uh. . .yeah," she hesitated, her face growing darker with each second. "It was quite noticeable. Everyone in the agency knows about it."

Kyoko's expression froze. "E-Even Yashiro-san?" she stammered, fearful of the answer.

"Well. . . If Ren is upset this morning, then that must mean that Yashiro-san knows about it," she replied quietly. "In any case, you should hurry up and apologize before things get any worse. You guys work on set together today, so you should really try to clear things up before then. Well, good luck."

Kyoko watched in horror as Mouko-san migrated away from her side. It was with reluctance she returned her attention to Ren. His expression hadn't lessened up on the despair and I'll-murder-you-if-you-even-dare-to-approach. Desperate for any distraction to keep herself from approaching him, she frantically threw glances around the studio to locate just any one person to save her. Unfortunately, not even Yashiro-san was present, so she slowly began making her way towards her doom. However, she paused quickly as her back bristled, because Ren's expression suddenly began to sparkle, and it was one of those sparkly moments that told Kyoko she was in deep trouble.

"K-Kowai!" she panicked, and turned her face away as her breath became short and sharp.

But, she was completely mistaken by this, for Ren wasn't actually angry about anything—he didn't even know about the fire that had taken place the previous afternoon! No; in fact, he was caught up in a thought that had carried since earlier that morning when he had read a magazine about marriage. For reasons unknown, he couldn't help but think about Kyoko and how she would look in a wedding dress. Needless to say, he managed to picture it with difficulty, and once he did, it was much easier for him to see how their wedding would go.

And it would go a little something like this. . .

Kyoko would be dressed in a cream-white, silken dress that covered her entire body, save for the strapless top part. Her face would be covered in a veil that hid her lush lips painted with red lipstick, and a dreamy face that not even the Manga had yet to expose to any of its viewers. Her hands would be hidden beneath white gloves with a spider-webbed effect to them, and she would be holding a bouquet of roses. Ren would be at her side in a black tuxedo that would compliment his black hair nicely, one hand slipped around her waist as they stared dreamily into each other's eyes.

"Kyoko," he began smoothly, pulling her in to his body, "I love you."

And blushing, Kyoko would be like, "Oh, no, Tsuruga! We couldn't possibly be together." She'd be in complete denial. "You and I. . . We are nothing more than Sempai and Kohai—two separate lives with a four-year age difference. People would talk!"

He pressed a finger to her lips just then. "I don't care," he whispered, taking both her hands. "You and I. . . We could escape this harsh world and find our own world! We don't have to follow any rules. . . It could only be about our love."

"Oh, Tsuruga-kun!"

And that would be the only invite he'd ever need. He'd press his lips to her own, pulling her body in close to his where they'd be pressed suffocatingly close to each other. He'd kiss her gently at first, her hands moving to his shoulders as she'd lock her fingers together behind his neck. But then, they'd break apart to savor the moment, staring into each other's dreamy expressions.

"Will you marry me?" Tsuruga would breathe, completely lost for breath from the kiss.

And Kyoko, though rather flustered and confused from the kiss—and even more confused about their relationship—would nod her head in agreement, pressing her lips to his in a moment before he could say anything else.

"Ts-Tsuruga-san?"

Ren broke away from his thoughts immediately, focusing his attention on Kyoko who stood before him. She seemed quite pale and nervous, almost like she did when she discovered Ren was upset with her for doing something quite unexpected and stupid. Confused, he sat up straighter in his chair, his eyes locking with her own, fearful ones.

"Are. . .you okay?" she hesitated. "You seem a little upset this morning. . ."

"Upset?" he repeated, confused. "No, I'm not upset. I was just. . . thinking."

"Oh. What were you thinking about?" she asked nervously, smiling crookedly. "It looked almost as if you were thinking about something so gruesome, you wouldn't tell about it, even if you were asked."

Ren's expression fell again at this remark. Well. . .that would happen in his own mind, he'd suppose. Quietly, he expelled a heavy sigh before replying with, "I was just thinking about magazines."

Kyoko seemed to really be relieved by this. "Really?" she breathed in relief. "That's great! For a second, I thought you were upset about yesterday's fire incident. . ."

Suddenly, Ren's face became dark again, and the aura of despair and gloom returned. Kyoko's little demons sprouted to life again, swimming around Ren's head as he gave her a piercing, murderous glare.

"What. . .fire?" he demanded slowly.

Kyoko's heart caught at his reaction, because he didn't even have a clue before!

"You. . .didn't know?" she whispered, being crushed under his glare. "Oh. . .um. . .whoops."

She should have kept her mouth shut, after all.