skip beat and its characters, locations,... don't belong to me
It was the first of march and the warmest beginning of spring in Tokio for at least 30 years as well.
All day long the radio- and tv-stations wouldn't find another topic to report on. As the day came to its end and the sunset started, in a spacious hall at the edge of the town you could hear a loud exclamation and a heap of devoted sighs following.
"And cut. That's it for today folks. Well done work everyone." The director of Box R stood up from his comfortable chair and walked over to one of his main actresses.
"Hey Natsu, very impressive improvisation at the end of the last scene."
Said girl now turned around towards the director and accusingly raised her eyebrows before she asked with a dangerously velvet voice: "Did you expect something else?"
"Uh...no, of course not. Well I'll be going then. Bye." With this he already disappeared again in the opposite direction while mumbling Saved just in time, gotta be careful what I say when she's still in character.
Satisfied with the effect she obtained Natsu went to her wardrobe, not without giving off an elegance and beauty,that would put any model to shame, with each and every step of her flawless legs.
There she changed into a fluttering light blue chiffondress, which she just bought for a low price on sale a few days ago with a lot of luck and elbowpower. As she glanced in the full-length mirror she was Kyoko again.
She sighted. It had been a rather long and exhausting day, on which she had to handle a mountain of documents, arrange files, run errands through the whole LME building and even with a taxi merely came at the last minute to start filming the scenes for Box R.
In between she had to endure the dance lessons of the acting section. She had no idea if her spinning head resulted from the immense pensum of steps and movements she tried to memorize or if the rotations which seemed to have no end where the cause for that. Well at least she had the chance to see her best friend Moko-san for a short time.
Now all she wanted and wished for was to get home, drink a hot cup of soothing green tea and cuddle herself up in her futon.
However as she opened the door to the darumaya, she nearly collided with the okami-san who seemed to have waited for her for quiet a while. Curious she watched how the older woman headed for the neighboring room just to rush out of it a few moments later and return to the girls side with something white in her right hand.
"Here Kyoko-chan. This letter was delivered for you today."
Meanwhile Kyoko was too suprised to accept the letter, after all it was the first one she had ever received. She stood there frozen like a statue, stared at the letter and it took her some effort to hold back the tears which had already gathered at the corners of her eyes.
"Don't you want to know who sent it to you?"
With this question the girl awoke from her rigidness and slowly extended her hand to eventually take possession of her mail like it was the most precious jewel in the whole world.
She hardly felt the weight of the envelope in her palm before she called out a quick "Thank you!" to the okami-san and sprinted to her room in the upper floor.
After she arrived there, she sat down on her futon with crossed legs and and scanned the envelope with her eyes for any traces of the sender. She looked at the front and the back, at the top and the bottom, she turned it back and forth again and again but couldn't find a name. So she finally decided to open the letter.
What she unfolded then, was a single paper covered with a neatly handwriting which would cost any normal human being some time to attain. Once she were done admiring the writing she could barely hold herself back and began reading the letter:
Dear Kyoko,
I'm back in Japan and would like to see you again.
Unfortunately I'm not in possession of a fixed address, but if you want to meet me too, then please come to the south entrance of Tokio's city parc on the next saturday at 2 o'clock p.m.
Corn
Kyoko could hardly believe her own eyes. She read the content of the letter over and over again until she knew it by heart. A whole bunch of different feelings spread through her. First of all there was the surprise to receive a letter from Corn, whom she haven't heard of for seven years, then there was the astonishment as how he had found her in general and of course there was the unbridled joy she felt for the mere fact that she could possibly see her childhood friend, comforter and fairyprince again.
Indeed she already had her own explanation for the mystery as how Corn had found out her current domicile. After all he was a prince and surely had other ways to get informations than an ordinary commoner like her.
The whole rest of the evening her thoughts kept to twirl and swirl around the sender of the letter.
What would he look like? Would he even recognize her? Could he break free from his fathers control?
Frequently memories of the past were mixed in between. Pictures of their meetings in the forest came to her mind, his smile, his acrobatic capabilities and all this put her in a blissfull state.
Exhausted from thinking so much she fell in a deep sleep with the letter in the one and her treasured blue stone in the other hand, an unmistakably happy smile on her lips.
On the other side of the city a young man with silver colored hair lay on his black leather coach and pleasurably looked at the skyline of Tokio, on which he had a great view from his apartment in the 20th floor. Slowly his eyes started to gaze in the distance and his thoughts drifted from the faszination, which was triggered by the sight of the nocturnal city, to a subject which caught his interest for a whole other reason and with an utterly different level of attraction.
As he thought of his plan, which he had finally completeted just yesterday after endless days of investigation a smug smile appeared on his face. He hadn't wasted another minute and began to carry out his devilish plot yesterday, too.
Yeah, everything was perfect. He had all the informations he needed of her childhoodfriend from herself and her blue stone by their 'meetings' in Karuizawa. Now all he had to do was waiting for a chance to get to her, without having the bothersome original around to destroy everything.
It had lasted a while, but next week at last his chance would come. She'll be his. With this action his reward will be her entire hate and he'll enjoy it to the fullest.
The moon shÃned on his face and in his eyes flamed the carving.
**no idea if tokio really has a city parc or not, just think of it as sth. similar to the central parc in NY (well maybe a little bit smaller ^^)