As Kyoko lay in the darkness, she could feel the urge to fall unconscious tugging at her mind. She couldn't remember why she felt so detached from her senses. She couldn't remember why she couldn't move her own body.

All she could remember was a beautiful young boy with light hair and ethereal eyes. His melodious voice, smooth as silk, called out to her, telling her everything would be alright.

And she believed him.

As she began to fall back into the darkness, she took comfort in the one thing she could remember. Whether this was a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare, she was happy in Corn's embrace.

Surely nothing could harm her there in the arms of her prince.


There it was again.

She had been hearing the same syllable for a few minutes.

Kyoko.

Wasn't that a name?

But whose? Slowly the realization of its familiarity dawn on her.

She was Kyoko. And someone was calling her name.

Slowly she opened her eyes. Her surroundings were as unfamiliar as the voice that had awoken her. Although normally she probably would have been panicking or at least worried, the drugs pulsing through her system wouldn't allow it.

Kyoko hazily looked up as she felt strong arms wrapping around her.

"It's time to wake up, my dearest Kyoko. You have no idea how long I've waited to hold you like this..How long I've waited to finally meet you."

Kyoko tried to speak. She truly did.

She wanted to know where she was. She wanted to know who HE was; at least she thought the person was a man. She wanted to know why she felt as if her own body was nonexistent.

But her mouth felt so clumsy, she could barely form words.

"Don't try to speak, my love. I'm sorry but, the drugs I had to administer will limit your motor skills. It was your in best interest and it will wear off soon. Just relax."

Kyoko felt hands begin to caress her skin. Began to touch her. She could feel her jacket being peeled away.

No .

What was happening?

I don't want this.

"Nhh….oo…No…."

"Don't complain, my dearest. I am the only one who understands you. I am the only one who truly cherishes you. And I will be the only one to possess you. You'll understand soon."

She felt HIM burying HIS face in her hair. Breathing in her scent.

She didn't want this.

HE was touching her. She heard the sound of the zipper on her dress being undone. She felt hands groping her. She felt HIM putting his hands on her thighs. His hands undoing the clasp of her bra.

No. NO. NO. She didn't want this. Not from him.

The memories came rushing back. The chilling fear. She could remember HIM pulling her into the dark, secluded corridor. The sickeningly, sweet smell of the handkerchief he wrapped around her nose.

As HIS grip became rougher and she realized the full extent of her situation, silent tears began to run down her pale face. Mascara began to run as the tears came faster.

Because no one was here to save her now and she was useless.

She used to live for others, but now she would be living as HIS.

The thought broke the last shards of her heart.

Please.

Please come for me.

Wasn't this futile? When had she ever been lucky?

She had only ever wanted someone who loved her to do this to her.

She didn't want to be here.

Trying to force her limbs to move, Kyoko struggled against her captor. She forced herself to scream, pushing all the fear and pain into it. Kyoko struggled to breath as he covered her mouth.

"Hush, my treasured one. No one can hear you scream."

Kyoko didn't have to be here.

She was an actor, she could be someone else. Couldn't she?

She tried to become someone else, to immerse herself in her characters. She failed. She just wasn't strong enough.

I am truly useless. I am nothing.

She tried to think of better times. To be anywhere but here.

Ignore it. I'm not here. I'm in Kyoto. I'm with Corn.

Slowly her surroundings began to fade as she took solace in the memories she cherished most.

As long as I'm with Corn, I'll be alright. I'll be okay, because I'm in his arms. He loves me. He loves me.

I'm safe. I'm safe.

Many say that real actors are the best liars. It's their job, isn't it? To lie to the world. To make people believe that things that are real, even when they know things aren't true.

Kyoko lied to herself.

And she believed the lie with all heart, because that was the only thing keeping her alive. Keeping her from completely tearing apart at the seams.

As long as her protector existed, even if it was only in the confines of her own mind, she would be able to put herself back together. Piece by shattered piece. Maybe she would never truly be whole, but if she had Corn she could breath.

I can live for him, can't I?

Isn't alright if my heart beats for him?

The handsome face of her savior crossed her mind. With his dark hair and brown eyes, he looked different ,but he was still one and the same.

Yes, I can live for Kuon.