Summary: Kyouko finally confesses to Ren. But is the result really what the fangirls thought it would be?
Tsuruga Ren stared in shock at the young girl standing before him, his mind completely blank. Had she really just confessed to him? He really didn't know what to say.
"I...I'm sorry, but..." He trailed off, as Fuwa Sho burst into the room, dressed in a suit, and holding a bouquet.
"Ren-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~!" He called out, sashaying into the room. The two looked up, Kyouko curiously, Ren excitedly.
"Showa-chaaaaaaaan~!" He called back, tears streaming down his face.
Suddenly, they were in a field of flowers, running towards each other, little sparklies in the air.
The whole illusion was destroyed when Kyouko tripped Ren.
"Ano....What is going on here?" She asked, little demons flying around her. Yashiro was in the background, a horrified look on his face.
"Well....you see....it starts with my mother being really scary when I was a child. Traumatized me for life. I just couldn't bring myself to be with a female. And then I met the man of my dreams..." Ren explained, eyes shining with happiness, as Sho wrapped his arm around Ren's waist.
Kyouko looked from Ren to Sho, then back.
"But....but....he's..."
"One woman's trash is another man's treasure." Ren said, staring her in the eyes. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Something struck Kyouko from the head to the feet. A sudden feeling of anger and betrayal raced through her veins as she stared at her enemy with his arms wrapped around her Senpai. Suddenly, all of Hell crashed down on the reality she had become familiar with. Her enemy. . .and her Senpai. . .together? How strange is that?
"Ano, Tsuruga-san, is this a joke? An American joke or something?" Kyouko hoped.
Ren and Fuwa Sho exchanged concerned glances before Ren broke away from Sho's embrace.
"I'm sorry, Mogami-san," he said. "But, me and Sho. . .we are madly in love. And after today's shooting. . .well. . .you see. . ."
Fuwa Sho pulled out a tiny box and flashed it at Kyouko, whose face went quite sour at the sight.
"We're getting married!" Fuwa Sho announced with a wide grin. "And then, afterwards"—a his smile broadened—"we're gonna b— "
"No, no, NO!" Kyouko shouted as she clasped her hands over her ears. "I've had enough—please just tell me that this is all just a dream!"
"Why, are you jealous?" Sho asked, teasingly. "You couldn't have me forever, you know."
"WHAT MORON WOULD WANT TO!?" Kyouko yelled. Ren whimpered, tears in his eyes.
"Mogami-san...you're so meaaaaaaan~" He cried. Kyouko was at a loss for what to do. Her Senpai had never cried in front of her before.
Sho grabbed Ren's face, tilting it so that their noses were touching.
"Don't worry, Ren-chan~ she's just jealous of what we have." He said.
"Showa...."
"Ren-chan...."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Yashiro screamed, sitting up in bed. He looked around, noticing he was back in his room. He put his hand to his chest, waiting for his heart beat to return to normal.
"W-what was THAT?" He asked himself. "No more eating take-out before bed..."
He got up and started making coffee. There was no way that he was getting back to sleep now.
A few miles away:
"MOGAMI-SAN! I'd never!" Ren jolted up in his bed, heavily breathing. Sharply, he turned his head from right to left until he noticed that he was sitting in his dark room with no Fuwa Sho around. After a long while, he was able to calm down, and then shut his eyes grimly at the gruesome memory of himself and that man that hurt Kyouko. . .cuddling.
He shivered at the very thought.
"What the hell was that all about?" he grumbled to himself as he pushed aside his comforters and slid to the edge of his bed. His eyes then trailed over to his bedside table where he knew a box sat within. An uncomfortable jolt erupted in his gut at the memory of his plan.
"Mogami-san. . ."
He felt guilty inside at his closely-kept secret, but he felt even worse at the nightmare he had. In a matter of seconds, he was running for the bathroom as hard chunks of sick crawled up his throat.
In the darkness of her room, Kyouko sat huddled in the darkest corner, shaking dangerously, as an aura of disturbed fascination crept up over her trembling figure. For she had a gruesome nightmare of her Senpai and mortal enemy. . .cuddling. She couldn't contain the sickness in her gut stirring up at the mere memory; she knew that if she were to move from that exact spot, she'd run screaming bloody murder from the room.
"No," she laughed nervously to herself, "Tsuruga-san isn't like that. . . Ha, ha, ha. . . ha. . .uh. . .yeah. . ." But, she wasn't very convinced.
After all, Ren and Sho hated each other with a passion, so there was no way they'd wind up together. I mean, sure Tsuruga Ren seemed a little—Kyouko dare think—gay with an ish, but he would never go out with Kyouko's enemy. . .right?
Unless. . .
Unless. . .
Unless. . .
"YEE-AHH!!" Kyouko cried in horror as she jumped to her feet. "I made Tsuruga-san really mad at me this time, didn't I?!"
Sho had been sitting up in bed, staring into space for thirty minutes, not moving.
Him? And Tsuruga Ren!? The very man he hated for taking Kyouko away from him? They say there's a thin line between love and hate, but it's not that thin!
Then, as soon as he thought that, he suddenly had a great idea for a song. As much as it pained him, next time he saw Ren, he'd have to thank him.
Terra Lea: Okay, the idea for this fan-fic was solely mine, and I thought this up mainly to get all of your opinions. Hate, love, intrigued, disturbed—whatever kind of reviews. I realize that no one has done this before—or I just haven't read nor seen any pairing like this. But, hey, send feedback on how you felt reading this chap., and just....just give up.
Nezumi Neko: And if you thought this was bad enough, there's gonna be another chapter! :D
The thought was Terra Lea's, but I helped her write it. Most of it.
I was Fuwa Sho (Who we've nicknamed Showa). All those disturbing parts you wish you hadn't read? Mine. xD
I was also Yashiro, who wasn't supposed to be in this at all. Terra was everyone else.