I do not own Skip Beat!
Thank you Yoshiki Nakamura for all of your incredible talent
Chapter One
Little Discoveries
There she sat on the cold hard cement of the sidewalk, seething in anger as the night air caressed its way through her raven locks. Darkness swirled within and around her. Energy pulsed through her veins and the fire of rage and hatred burned behind her molten gold eyes.
"You will regret this Shotaro." She stood and brushed herself off and made her way back to the overpriced apartment that she had once shared with the pretentious, overly dressed, self-absorbed, bottled-blond singer.
Along the way, strange things were happening around her that she didn't notice, due to her state of mind. Cups of coffee boiled over at a small café, tiny insects froze solid as they flew past her, leaves swirled around her as she walked and tiny black, barely noticeable, serpent-like creatures would clear her path.
That night she knew she should have cried, she should have thrown things, but she couldn't, no, she didn't want to lower herself. She slept peacefully with the feeling that it was over and she could do what she wanted, but no, she needed to punish him. She smiled sinisterly in her sleep. Yes.. She would punish him. She would wipe that smug smile off his face.
When she first discovered them they frightened her. That was only momentary. She had been packing away Sho's things to take to the consignment shop.
"Mistress, may we help?" It cooed.
"Wh..Wha.. What are you?" She stuttered nervously.
"We are your servants." Three more appeared.
"My servants?" Her nerves were starting to calm. Maybe she wasn't alone after all. She smiled.
"Yes, Mistress. May we destroy?" Another whispered in her ear.
"No darling. You mustn't. We're going to sell his stuff to make money and leave here." She explained.
"Wonderful." The little minions cheered as they started helping her pack Sho's things.
If one would have walked into the apartment at that moment they would have been stunned to find Sho's items floating about the room and finally resting in the boxes, where they would mysteriously be neatly packed and ready to be sold.
Her next shocking discovery would be the day she met Tsuruga Ren. He was a real piece of work. Pretending to be nice to her then turning on her like he did, by throwing her out the doors of LME. As she sat in front of LME on the sidewalk a thick patch of ice developed beneath her, yet it's cold didn't affect her. This could be useful. She thought.
"Mistress you can do so much more." The little minion smiled.
"Like what?" She asked desperately wanting to know more.
"We don't know.. We can just feel it." It snuggled into her neck.
Kyoko nodded. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. She had minions, she could create ice, her speed was astounding; although, she didn't count the last one, all of these things were intriguing to say the least. There was more? Her mind reeled at the possibilities.
Takarada Maria knew number 61 was special the moment she laid eyes on her minions. She had never seen anything like them before. One even stopped to talk to her.
"Hello little one." It slithered around her small hand.
"Who are you." Maria wasn't a bit frightened.
"I'm Mistress' minion. Would you like to play?" It giggled and off they went to create havoc. The young bimbos flirting with Tsuruga Ren would have an especially bad time that day. Spiders, extra clumsiness, torn clothing, bad hair day and seriously horrible makeup mishaps. Maria had never had so much fun in her entire life.
"Grandfather! How did number 61 do?" Maria asked with glee.
Lory frowned, "I'm afraid she didn't make it."
"But why?" She pouted with the depressed little minion sitting on her shoulder.
"She failed the Love Test." He told her sadly.
"No! You have to bring her back! You can't make her go away because of that stupid test!" She stomped her foot and ran out of his office.
"Hmm, I wonder what I can do." He sighed trying to think of a way to fix the situation and please his granddaughter at the same time.
The night after her failed audition, in grief, she discovered her next gift. The sadness, hate, anger and loneliness spilled out like a flood and every scented candle in her room lit instantly.
"Mistress you can create fire!" The minion joyfully announced.
She stared at the spectacle in wonder as the little minion gently wiped her tears.
"Don't cry.." It coiled around her wrist. Kyoko smiled softly, prepared for bed then slept soundly.
Now one would think that Voodoo Dolls would be completely useless and a waste of time, not so much in the hands of one that is truly gifted. All the gifted would need to make them effective would be a piece of clothing (which she had) or, a lock of hair (she had that too). Kyoko's observational skills came in very handy for this little hobby. A perfectly accurate, to scale Voodoo Doll could do a significant amount of damage if not careful, she didn't want to kill him after all. A sore throat here, carpal tunnel there, maybe a few unsightly, yet temporary, blemishes to his perfect skin. She nearly choked on laughter when she first witnessed it. That's when she decided to be a smidgen more responsible with them.
All of these new discoveries needed, no.. demanded research and honing. She would sharpen her skills and try her best to use them responsibly. Most were very dangerous and she still didn't know the extent of what she was capable of. She vowed to either buy a book or, research at the library between her acting classes, to find out as much as she could. For now.. what she had discovered would be her secret.