AN: I know that I have so many Skip Beat fics already but I wanted to write this one to show a different side of events. There is more damage done to Kuon than this chapter suggests.

The Lost Ones

Chapter One - Risk

Kyoko Hizuri rolled over in the bed in the early morning and gazed at the blond who lay opposite her. He always looked completely adorable when he was asleep. She reached out for him and buried her head into his chest, taking in the smell of him. She listened to his heart beat and smiled. They were nearing their third wedding anniversary and Kyoko was determined to make it better than the last.

She hummed as she stroked his hair back. He looked even more gorgeous as a blond and she loved those emerald eyes of his. She heard him softly hum as she woke up and she gazed into his green eyes as he looked up at her. "Hi, Corn," she laughed as she pressed her lips to his forehead.

"Hey, good morning," he said as he grinned at her.

Kyoko hadn't been happier than when she had married him, well that was a lie, every day seemed to get brighter when he was with her. She grinned as she let her hand rest on his cheek. She couldn't believe that she was twenty-five and she had her perfect husband who had recently turned twenty-nine himself. Kyoko had grown her hair out and it was a strawberry blond, in fact, she looked similar to the way that Kijima had dressed her up but her thoughts were never on Kijima.

She had fallen in love with Ren and though she had been angry when he told her he was actually Corn, she had forgiven him. Eventually they had gotten engaged and then married when she was twenty-two. He had waited for her. For every step of their relationship, he had waited for her to be ready. It was worth the wait.

They were both models as well as being called Japan's greatest actors of their generation. He had decided to stay in Japan despite the fact that his dream had once been to return to America. Kuon had also done some screen writing and directing to expand on his resume. He was perfect.

"You don't have work this morning, right?" she asked him and he shook his head with a soft laugh. "How about we go out to that café," she asked as she let her hand spread over his abs. Kyoko adored the mornings that they could spend together. He was so kind and giving and Kuu had commented that this was how he had been before Rick had entered his life. Rick was such an important person to him though, she didn't want to hear that he hadn't been a positive influence to Kuon.

"Are you sure that you have time," he asked her as he turned her over so that she was looking up at him. She playfully kissed his lips. "Are you sure that you don't want to…do something else?" he asked as he started to slip off his shirt. Kyoko nodded and she felt Kuon take control of the situation before pleasuring her. She felt a burning passion for him. Only he was able to touch her in this way.

Nothing else mattered as long as she was with him.

He was her fantasy prince and somehow, through a crazy series of events, they had ended up together. She couldn't have been happier.

Kyoko squeezed Kuon's hand as they walked down the street. The café that they both loved was close by and it was always fun to walk together. Sometimes the paparazzi would jump out at them but as long as they were together it was manageable, in fact when Kuon pointed out a bird or other animal or there was some new type of plant, he would point it out to her. It was wonderful to hear his other hobbies and he would often listen to hers.

"I know you want to get a dog," Kyoko whispered as she let her head rest upon his arm and he nodded. She was a little hesitant and he respected that. It wasn't that either of them had much time to take care of a dog, even spending time together was rare.

"I would but I think the dog would be better off with another family," he said before his eyes caught hold of something. There was a couple of teenage girls not paying attention to the traffic and where they were walking. She saw Kuon tense and pressed her forehead into his arm.

"Sometimes people are such idiots," she told him. She tried to move forwards but he had stopped and he looked quickly at his wrist. He didn't wear the watch anymore but she knew that that was why he was looking down. The memories of Rick were in his mind and Kyoko wished that Kuon hadn't seen them.

"Corn," she whispered as she saw the girls showing each other something on their phone. "it's okay. They're going to be okay, let's just go," she said though she saw the pain in Kuon's eyes as he watched them. She wanted to hold him back but as one girl seemed to lag behind her friend, she felt him pull away from her.

It was like watching a horror movie. She could see him push the girl out of danger but then the car struck him in the back and threw him back. He shouldn't be there. If they had only left a little earlier or later, he wouldn't have been there. Kyoko screamed as the traffic slowed to a halt and she saw the limp body on the ground and that the girl was shaking. They were both in shock but Kyoko didn't give a damn about them. He shouldn't have been there.

"Kuon," she whispered as she saw the blood from his head. She pulled off the cardigan that she was wearing and placed it under where he had hurt himself. He was always quick to move, always aware of his surroundings. Why now? She heard someone calling for an ambulance to come immediately and she struggled to keep her composure. "Sweetheart," she whispered as the tears fell from her cheeks. "It's okay, it's going to be okay," she told him though she wasn't sure if that was true or not.

"I love you," Kuon struggled to speak and as much as Kyoko was glad that he was regaining consciousness, his voice was weak and his heart growing even weaker. "Remember that for me?" he asked, "You're not alone anymore," he told her and Kyoko nodded as she tried to stop the tears from her cheeks.

"You'll be okay, sweetheart," she whispered as she pulled him closer to her. "Save your energy, okay? I won't have to remember because you'll be there beside me. You'll be able to remind me yourself. I love you too, okay? You don't even know how much."

She felt him getting weaker and found that cold chill through her body. His blood was too much, she had to stop it, get it back into his body. If she died it was okay because she wanted him to live. She needed for him to live. "Please don't leave me," she whispered unable to stop the tears flowing through her. "Please, Kuon, you're the strongest person I've ever met. Fight for me, Corn. Please," she begged and she heard the ambulance in the distance.

He would be saved, wouldn't he? He wasn't dead, he wasn't going to die. They would grow old together and then die at the same time in the same bed. She felt terrible before yelling at the girls despite knowing that she shouldn't. "You're a murderer," she said as she kept cradling her husband's head not realizing that she was acting exactly like Tina had. "You're a murderer, if you hadn't been here he wouldn't be dying!"

"I'm sorry," Kuon whispered and Kyoko shook her head.

"Corn, you're going to be okay," she tried to promise him though she saw the fear in the medics eyes. He was as doubtful about the situation as she was. She just wanted for him to be okay, she wanted him to survive at least. She saw the medics put him in the ambulance and they made sure to stop the bleeding. It was okay, wasn't it?

Kyoko sat nervously in the hospital, they had taken Kuon to the emergency room and told her that he needed to be alone for them to treat him properly. Kyoko already felt like she knew what they were going to tell her and she hated how she wasn't with him when he died. She couldn't stop the tears that were running down her face. The news had gotten out that he was in critical condition, he was Kuon Hizuri after all.

She sobbed as the pain in her chest deepened. They were going to enjoy the morning that they were having together, they were going to get coffee and she was going to get a pastry and try to get him to eat something. The day shouldn't start out like this. She had already talked to the director that she was working for who told her that he understood and she should take her time.

Soon she was going to have to make the decisions and plans for his funeral and whether to bury or cremate him. She wasn't ready to make that choice. She just wanted his arms around her. She heard footsteps and looked up to see one of her two best friends but she didn't give her the warm greeting that she usually did. "Moko," she whispered as Kanae actually hugged her. Kyoko broke down again, "Thank you for coming," she sobbed and Kanae nodded to her.

"I know how important he is to you," Kanae told her and Kyoko nodded as she stared at the ground. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Never," Kyoko said sadly, "I'm never going to be okay again," she said before a doctor approached her. Kyoko gulped. She wasn't ready to hear what he was going to say. She hadn't prepared herself though she knew the words that were going to come out of his mouth. She bit her top lip and wrapped an arm around herself. "Kuon, he's gone, isn't he?" she sobbed and the doctor looked at her.

"Kuon is alive," he told her and Kyoko looked at him as if he had made a rash and insane judgment. "If he had lost any more blood, he would have died," he informed her and Kyoko stared at him. It was as if she didn't understand the words. How could he have pulled through? His heart had become so weak as she was holding him.

"You're sure that it's Kuon Hizuri?" she asked nervously. "Are you sure that he's alive?" she whispered and the doctor nodded. Kyoko started to cry again. This was a miracle. She had prepared herself to hear that he had passed on and now she was shocked to hear the opposite. "Can I see him?" she asked and the doctor turned to Kanae.

"Only family can see him," he said and Kyoko raised an eyebrow.

"I'm his wife," she stressed thinking that doctor was addressing her. "That means that I should be allowed to sit with him. I'll do anything that you ask but I want to see him. I need to see that he's okay."

The doctor nodded and led her down the hallway. When they got to the room, she took in all the bandages and stared at his chest. She had heard that they had had to do surgery on him and that he had had a blood transfusion but she had wanted to be with him. She nervously touched his shoulder, feeling the fabric on the gown.

"Corn," she whispered as she kissed his cheek. "Thank you. Thank you for fighting for me, for us."

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For twelve long hours, Kyoko had watched her husband's body wanting for him to wake up. The doctors had told her that the longer he stayed unconscious, the more traumatic the brain injury would be. She didn't care. He was her Corn, her Kuon, her loving husband. She would take care of whatever he needed. She was about to fall asleep when she heard movement from the bed.

"Kuon?" she asked as he struggled to get his eyes open. "Sweetheart," she said as she tried to make sure that he was okay. "I'm here," she told him as she felt her heart start to pound. Her eyes were hopeful. "Oh, Corn," she whispered. "I'm here. I'm with you. It's okay, don't push yourself," she told him.

"Kyo-kko," he struggled to say and she nodded, sobbing in relief. "Where am - am I?" he asked as he looked around and Kyoko massaged his shoulder.

"The hospital. You don't remember the accident?" she asked and he shook his head. "What's the last thing that you remember?" she asked him and he looked at her for a while before replying.

"Weren—'t we go-going to the café?" he asked her and Kyoko hugged him close. He was okay. He was doing okay. She sobbed again in relief.

"Yes, yes we were heading to the café," she told him and Kuon nodded to her as well. He tried to sit up before holding her hand.

"I can't…I can't feel my legs," he said and her eyes widened. Of course there had to be some damage done to him. She kissed his cheek, her eyes sad with the fear that he may have to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. There were models and actors in wheelchairs though, it wasn't the end of his career.

Kyoko sat with him and then they heard a knock on the doorframe. Kyoko looked up to see a black haired man that she didn't know. He didn't look Japanese. Maybe he was a doctor who had moved to Japan because he was sick of whatever Western country he was from but as she looked at Kuon, she saw his eyes wide and his body had turned pale.

"Ri—Rick?" he asked and Kyoko took the man in. He had black hair tied back in a ponytail and a scruffy beard. He was wearing dark clothes and a trench coat. He looked to be in his early thirties. Wouldn't Rick be in his early thirties. Rick was dead though, this couldn't be him. "You're al-alive?" he asked and Kyoko looked at him.

How was this man alive and in Kuon's hospital room? She grabbed her husband's hand, bringing it to her lips. Kuon seemed determined that this was his dead friend standing in the doorway of his hospital room. Kyoko had no idea how this had happened but she felt angry. This man had lied to Kuon for so long but without him, she would have never found her husband again.

"Hello," she said before bowing deeply, "I'm Hizuri Kyoko. Kuon's wife," she said and Rick walked forwards, kissing Kyoko's cheek.

"You'll be the first thing that I take away from him," he whispered in Kyoko's ear and she took a step back. She shook her head quickly, glaring at him.

"Never," she told him before looking back at Kuon. She didn't want to take away his happiness that his friend was actually alive. She wasn't going to let anybody destroy their marriage, especially a man who had hurt Kuon so much.

Why was he even back here? What kind of plan did he have?

End of Chapter One

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