Yashiro, say what?

A/N: If anyone really knows how everyone addresses Yashiro I'd love to know because I'm completely drawing a blank. Since I have no idea how most address Yashiro, I'm not adding any suffixes to his name, or the other characters for that matter. Okay so I own none of Skip Beat! I don't own it's characters either. :( If anyone has an ownership altering ray-thingy I'll be your guinea-pig! Haha, kidding-maybe, well anyway I only own this plot line, and the twisted things I caused these borrowed characters to go through. Please don't hurt me for who I pair up! Anyway now to the story! This was going to be a one-shot but I'm dragging it way out now so I hope y'all will gimme some helpful reviews for this pilot chapter! Lol. Now enjoy! :D


It was Kyouko-chan, and Ren-san's wedding day. Maybe now I should tell them. I mean, I was the one always pestering Ren about his love for Kyouko, and he actually did hint that I should take more interest in my own love-life before his, but there's a reason I didn't. Of course I'd had my share of flings, and one-night stands, short-term relationships, and long-distance relationships while I was Ren's manager. While we were trying to set Ren up with Kyouko. I swear that couple was denser the cement, when it came to love. Well, how could anyone be surprised about that?

"Yassshhhiiiiii! Yasshhhiirrroooooo! YASHIRO!" Kyouko's yelling woke me out of my trance.

I turned around too see a white blur running up to hug me. "Oh I'm so glad you're here Yashi-kun!"

I smiled and hugged little Kyouko. "Me too, I'm so happy for you! Ren was like family to me and now you are too!"

She beamed brighter, obviously on the verge of tears of happiness. "Oh I'm so nervous," she giggled "Ren has so many years on my, he must be experienced in the bed. I hope I won't be his kouhai there too." she blushed

I smiled. "Don't worry Kyouko. He hasn't bedded anyone over eight years." She giggled more. Oh dear, I hope she hasn't started drinking already. The ceremony's been over barely ten minutes and she's buzzed.

A bemused sigh sounded and the man of the hour appeared "Even on our wedding day, you grin in that mischievous way. You're not making plans for our honey moon too are you?"

Kyouko blushed and I lifted an eyebrow, "Now, why would I do that?"

Kyouko ran to Ren's side and whispered in his ear, Ren raised a bemused eyebrow, "Oh he said that now did he. Well did he also tell you he hasn't been with anyone in over twelve years?"

He flashed me his gentleman's smile, and I looked down, "Well... ummm.. about that...You know what never mind this is your day, so congrats both of you!" I hugged the happy couple quickly and then found a waiter and chugged a glass of champagne.

Ren and Kyouko had decided to have a Japanese-style ceremony, but an American-Style after party, so to speak. They combined both cultures wonderfully. I smiled and went to talk to President Takarada.

"Ohaiyo President Takarada!" I bowed to him.

"Ohaiyo Yashiro! Isn't this just the happiest day ever? Finally are little stars are growing up, and getting married!" He started to get the big puppy-dog eyed look, he got whenever he talked about Ren and Kyouko lately.

I couldn't help but share his excitement "YES! And isn't Kyouko's dress just the cutest? Not to mention how good Ren looks in his suit! And the venue! Oh Gosh, I didn't know places like this still existed in Tokyo!"

Our excited banter lasted through another three drinks. Then I politely excuse myself and mingled with more of the crowd. In just an hour Kyouko and Ren would drive off to their honey moon, and I would call a cab to get home.


Of course in that single last hour the largest numbers of awkward encounters ensued, most of which included being hit on by drunk women and talking to a smashed Kyouko. That girl could drink! Ren had to start telling the waiters to cut her off because he had fear for her liver.

The hour seemed to stretch on for ever, as every minute ticked by my nervousness increase. Should I tell them now? Annouce it to the rest of the crowd after they leave? Should I just wait till they get back?

By the end of the night, I had chickened out of breaking my big news to the wedding party four times. I resigned a small sigh to myself and headed home. Deciding it would just be easier to tell Kyouko when she got back. If the girl had any gay-dar she'd probably have guessed the news by now anyway. Even knowing that information, it wasn't any easier to leave with that secret still burdening my shoulders, it just made the guilt add weight to it.

There would be four more nights of that endless guilt ahead of me. Won't that be fun. Maybe I could send Kyouko an email. Just to let her know I had some big news, so I couldn't put it off any longer, but I really shouldn't bother her and she probably wouldn't get it until they came back anyway.

Once again I was reasoning with myself to avoid telling anyone. Why was I being such a chicken? My entire family knew, the President knew, why couldn't I tell some of the people who mattered most to me?

I sighed and rubbed my temples softly. Why couldn't I be more rash like my sister? Were my parents right in always admonishing me for being more quiet then her, more shy, more introverted? I wonder what she would do right now.

And with that single thought, I had devised my most devious plan to date. All I had to do was ask my sister to tell them. It solved everything! I started giggling mischievously. Tomorrow I'd work everything out, but tonight I had to get some sleep. It was late and I was drunk, who knows maybe this who thing was a shocking dream-revelation to tell me how to get on with my future? With that I headed to bed for a deep, dreamless sleep.