Kaorin71: Okay, I know what you guys are thinking. You guys are thinking that I'm totally insane and am uploading my fifth ongoing story. It is an ongoing story though it won't be very long. It's only up to eight to ten chapters. It just kept on bugging my mind during our break so I wrote it. I finished the whole story so I just have to type it all. Don't worry everyone. I'm not yet suffering any contagious insanity. And this is my first AU. Yuna, in this story, is Ren's 'temporary' girlfriend, like all the others. Also, this is another I-am-tempted-to-kill-the-main-character type of plot. Let's just see if I will kill her… R&R, guys!

Disclaimer: I don't own Skip Beat…

Chapter 1

Tokyo, Japan…

Riiiiiiiinnnnggg!

The irritating sound of the alarm clock vibrated through the room. It echoed loudly, disturbing the sleep of a certain twenty year old man. Still sleepy, he grabbed one pillow beside him and blocked his ears with it.

Riiiiiiiinnnnggg! Riiiing….

He turned, further suffocating himself with the pillow just to block out the sound. His eyes fluttered open a bit, but closed it again.

Riiiiiiiinnnnggg! Riiiing….Riing…

Five more minutes, he thought.

Riiiiiiiinnnnggg! Riiiing! Riiing! Riing…

A hand slammed against the clock, smashing the snooze button. It immediately stopped then fell on the hard floor, cluttering as it did so.

Grumbling, the model sat up. He rubbed his eyes, removing his sleepiness. Putting on his slippers, he went out of the room and headed to the kitchen sink. He opened the faucet, scooped up some ice cold water and splashed it on his face. That snapped him out of his drowsiness.

He reached out to the nearby chair to get the face towel. After he wiped his face clean, he went on to look at his schedule carefully tacked on the refrigerator door. His manager, Yukihito Yashiro, always gives him a copy of his schedule one day ahead. He groped at the piece of paper as he read all the events for that day.

Schedule for Tuesday:

8:00 - 10:00: Shooting for a television ad (you know where it is)

10:00 - 11:00: Press conference for your movie (in LME)

11:00 - 12:00: Press conference for your drama (still in LME)

12:00 - 1:00: Interview at a reality show about your modeling and acting career (location will be given later on)

1:00 - 2:30: Guest appearance at another show (location will also be given later on)

2:30 - 3:00: Your lunch break (if you want to)

3:00 - 5:00: Another photo shoot (Part 1)

5:00 - 7:00: Meeting with the president about your new acting career (in his office)

7:00 - 9:00: Photo shoot (Part 2)

9:00 - 9:30: Dinner (again, if you want to)

9:30 - 11:00: Talk to the director about the new movie offer and arrange the other jobs

11:00: Time out. Sleeping time…

P.S: Don't dare forget to eat a heavy breakfast or you'll lose your nutrition. Yuna will kill you if you get sick.

Sighing, he put the paper back to its place. Of course, even if Yashiro tells him to eat his breakfast, he won't do it. It's too troublesome to make food (he tried once and it turned out to be this disgusting mush of slime). Besides, he can make do without it.

Opening the fridge, he took out a milk carton and then took an empty glass. Still thinking, he poured himself a glass of milk. Yes, he did not need to eat much. But, he thought, Yuna will really kill me if I get sick. That's not a problem, though. I've never gotten sick before.

Finishing his milk, he set it on the sink and proceeded to go to the bathroom. Removing his clothes, he stepped into the shower and let the lukewarm water sprinkle unto his body. After he had finished bathing, he went to the bedroom and pulled on an ordinary pair of jeans and a cool blue shirt. He'll just change later for the shooting.

He opened the drawer and took out his car and house keys. Just as he was about to go out of the room, his phone rung. His brows shot up as he checked the watch. It was still seven in the morning. Who would call him at such a ridiculously early hour?

Having no other choice, he turned to the table, picked up the phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello, Ren."

It was Yashiro's voice. He recognized that tone anywhere. Although that panicked and worried tone was new to him. "Yashiro, why'd you call? It's still early for the shooting and-"

"Yuna fainted at her last work yesterday. It was around ten in the evening," he gasped. "I only heard about it this morning. I'm at the hospital near LME. You should hurry here now."

Ren didn't need to be told twice. As soon as he heard the words 'fainted' and 'Yuna', he had sprung into action. He ended the call quickly, not even thinking about Yashiro on the other line. He scooped up the car keys - which he had placed at the table before the conversation -, went out his apartment, walked down the parking lot and entered his car. He didn't even bother putting on his disguise. Just knowing that his girlfriend is sick made him ignorant to anything else.

The engine roared to life as he switched the car on. He shifted the gears and hurriedly drove off the area. He was shifting gears every now and then to avoid any accident. His foot pressed the gas pedal down firmly.

Yuna, please be alright, he thought worriedly.

Kyoto, Japan...

"One, two, three, four…"

She stretched her arms up, extending them until they hurt. She probably stretched them too much as they started tingling painfully. She let them go limp at her sides then proceeded to the mirror at the living room. Her own cheery and determined reflection greeted her.

"Hello there, Kyoko number two," the young sixteen year old said in front of the mirror. Looking closer, she grinned. "You look well today. Better than before, I say."

Something caught her attention. Frowning slightly, she stared at the reflection of her legs. "Those legs look too wimpy to work today. Ah. A warm up jogging might do the trick."

Kyoko lifted her foot up slowly and followed it with her second foot. Pretty soon, she was jogging in place. The room was hot and damp so she got sweaty easily. When she couldn't bear the heat anymore, she stopped, panting as she once again stared at her reflection. This time, she smiled.

"That's definitely better," she said out loud. She put her hands on her slim waist. Then she felt her shirt sticking to her skin. Not good. She did not want to look sweaty on her job.

Going back to the bedroom, she removed the shirt and then replaced it with a short-sleeved gray shirt. When she successfully changed out of the wet shirt, she checked her jeans. Well, not exactly jeans, They stopped just right below the knee. That's not important to her anyway.

Next, she reached into her closet and took out a pair of leather black gloves with some small chains dangling. It didn't entirely cover her hand; it left her fingers bare. She wore it for protection, just in case she needed to climb a tree or whatever.

After she slid the gloves on, she went out again and put on her sneakers. It made a comfortable fit on her feet plus it made running away from people faster than average.

"Perfect!" Kyoko exclaimed as she checked herself in front of the mirrors again. She looked pretty good with that color of clothes, not to mention the fact that those colors matched her silver necklace.

Her hands groped at the little heart-shaped necklace. Twirling it in between her fingers, she began to think. It has been ten years since the time her mother, Saena Mogami, gave her that necklace. And ten whole years since that same person died. From that time on, she had never removed that necklace. Removing it would lead the fatal consequences. Literally.

Kyoko caught herself and slapped her cheeks. What was she doing? Why contemplate about the past? There's nothing more to do but live on and fulfill her mother's last wishes. Besides, she'll never ever let this necklace part from her even someone threatens her to. Not ever.

This girl was still wrapped in her thoughts when the door bell suddenly rang. Startled, she almost jumped up. But she forced her feet to stay on the ground and then headed for the door. Kyoko weakly opened the door then stared at the figure in front of her. She froze and then her lips twitched into a big grin.

The girl outside, Kanae Kotonami, glared at her in frustration. "What are you looking at? And what's with that smile? Will you get that off your face? Kyoko, it's been three years but you still act like a brainless idiot when you see me!"

Still grinning, Kyoko leapt up to give her a hug. "It's because Moko-san is my best friend! I'll never part with you again!"

Annoyed, she shoved the girl back. "Mo! Get over it, I said! Who said I'm your best friend? And when did we part? You'd practically stick to me whenever you see me!"

"Don't you know that whenever we go home we part?" Kyoko told her. "We never sleep together! Why won't you sleep with me?"

Kanae twitched at the double meaning of her words. She knew that her friend was dense and innocent but she didn't expect it to be that extreme. "Will you watch what you're saying? Don't just go blurting out those words. Someone might get the wrong idea."

"What do you mean by 'the wrong idea'?" she asked, tilting her head sideways, spilling her waist long hair on her shoulders. Somehow, the action made her cuter.

Sighing, Kanae shook her head. "Never mind. Just don't say those words bluntly. It sounds, um, indecent."

Kyoko didn't ask her about that anymore. Instead, she changed the subject herself. "So are we going to the inn today, too?"

"Of course," Kanae told her, leaning against the door frame. The sun rays hit her figure, casting a dazzling glow on her features. To Kyoko, she looked like a black haired angel glistening against the bright sun light. "Where else are we going to work? They pay us well enough. And you could use your connections with their family to ease up our job."

"Moko-san!" She exclaimed, aghast with her friend's suggestion. "I don't want to cheat on them. Fuwa-san was kind enough to give both of us a job."

"But we have that little pest to take care of."

At the mention of that, Kyoko's face darkened. "Not little pest. He's a damn devil's incarnate. He's evil and stupid and idiotic." Then Kyoko shook her head as if exasperated. "I don't get why Fuwa-san got a son who's below a human being."

Yep. That 'damn devil's incarnate' is Shoutaro Fuwa. He was Kyoko's childhood friend. Not actually a friend. From the very start, she had hated that guy's guts. He pretends to be cool although he is 100% not. His pride is higher than the tallest mountains in this world, making him think that he's above everyone else. What Kyoko hates about him the most is that lame playboy attitude of his. Man, why did those girls ever like him?

Shrugging, Kanae remained silent. Thank God her best friend shared the same opinion as her. That's the very reason why they had started being friends in the first place. Their mutual hatred of Sho drew the two of them together, tying them in an inseparable bond.

"So, are we gonna get going?" Kyoko asked her best friend, tugging at her garments. She was preparing to close the door. "We're going to be late."

"Sure." Kanae got off the door frame then walked ahead her. Kyoko yelled at her to wait as she locked the door. Then she caught up with her friend, laughing. The two of them went on to the Fuwas' ryokan for another working day.