Moment One: The first lie is always the hardest and somethings are destined to die.
The first time she lied was the hardest. Her heart had pounded in her chest and it took every inch of will power she had to control her breathing and the expression upon her face.
"I'm still wearing his ring."
Kyoko pulled out the cool visage of Natsu.
Unshakeable.
Bored.
Beautiful.
Calm.
Uninterested.
Kyoko fixed the expression on her face and outwardly was another person. She was somebody who wasn't feeling guilt eating away at her. She was composed and nobody, not even the devil himself, would break that composure.
On the inside though she was falling apart.
She was going to do this. She was going to ruin whatever she and her fiancée had. She was going to commit sin.
Kyoko had never been prepared for something like this. Never.
In all her life she had always had things taken from her. She had never been privileged or had much.
But even at her lowest she had always had her word. She had her morals.
And now…now she was close to losing them too. She was going to a seedy motel, where neither she nor Ren would ever be caught dead.
She had even disguised herself as another. She wore sunglasses trying to hide her distinctive eyes and long chestnut brown tresses hung down to her lower back, completely different from her own short bob.
"I'm still wearing his ring."
Kyoko knew that she was in dangerous territory. She knew that she was coming closer and closer to crossing the line, but she didn't know how to stop.
Each time she felt like stopping and turning around, she remembered that Ren was probably there waiting for her.
He had made no demands of her. He was allowing her to take whatever path she chose to. It's just she couldn't stand the hurt she saw in his eyes as he told her that.
He had looked so…so heartbroken.
Could she really rip this wonderful man's heart out his chest and leave him the way she had been left feeling a few years ago?
She looked down at the ring on her finger and as the doubts started creeping back into her thoughts, she made a decision.
She pulled the beautiful diamond ring off her slender finger and shoved it into her pocket. She was careful to zip it and double check it hadn't fallen.
As she looked down at her hand she felt so much more relief.
The source of her guilt was hidden away. Like a faraway princess guilty of no crime other than her own beauty, it was locked away, a minute detail to be written off until the need for it arose again.
She looked back up and mentally prepared herself as the bus she had taken finally slowed down at her stop.
It was now or never.
She could stay on the bus and wait till it neared her home again.
She could walk away and cement things the way they were and forget all these sickening thoughts that pounded in her skull and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
Or she could continue on to her own downfall and enjoy every minute of it as she did so.
She could turn her back on who she use to be and the person who had both ruined her and then given her another chance at life and turn to the arms of another who seemed to call forth her heart with wide, open arms and all the love she had wished for as a child.
It all came down to now.
It was now or never.
.
.
.
She stood and with steady steps she walked off, never once looking back. If anyone could say anything about her, at least they could not say that she didn't follow through.
No, she thought sardonically to herself. Tonight she had made her choice. With that the slim figure in shades eased her way down the street through crowds of people who would never realize who she was and the bad things she would do out of sight.
She never once looked back… for there was no turning back.
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As the Tokyo skyline grew dark and night set in, Fuwa Sho returned home and wondered where his fiancée was. She should've been here to greet him for this small visit, after all she had agreed to stay here in his apartment while he went on his international tour.
He sighed and with a flick of his wrist, he called her cell phone hoping to hear her sweet voice responding to his own.
No such luck. Her phone was either turned off or she hadn't realized that he was calling.
He wondered where she was and once again thought of the reason he still felt uneasy leaving her here in Tokyo while he was on tour.
That long legged bastard who always seemed to find a way back to her. The one who she said was just a friend.
As the small wisps of doubt began to try sneaking into his mind, he pushed them aside.
He trusted her and it was irrational to even let thoughts like that cross his mind. Of the two of them, she had always been the better person.
She would always take others feelings into consideration before she did anything.
He knew she would never do that.
As he settled down on to his soft, expensive bed, he thought of the small figure who in a few months would be his bride. He thought of her beautiful golden eyes and expressive face, always ready with a sweet smile.
As he fell asleep he told himself that she was probably out with her friend Kanae. The thin statuesque woman was prickly and sarcastic and she seemed to hold Shotarou in the lowest regards, but she also seemed to love Kyoko even though she didn't seem to like expressing said love as expressively as her best friend.
He imagined her scowling at him and the biting remarks she'd make whenever he tried to make conversation or was in her general vicinity, whether Kyoko was there or not.
He also saw the way Kyoko would squeal in joy when she got to see her since it wasn't as often now that she had switched over to Akatoki.
For now, it that was what made her happy then he could wait.
He fell asleep peacefully, not fully realizing what the implications of her absence could and did mean.
His roses, a gift meant to surprise her, slowly began the process of wilting.
It was a perfect example of what would become of their love.
Something destined to die as soon as it began to bloom.
