Disclaimer: I do not own any of the material or characters licensed by the authors or producers of SKIP BEAT! But I do so love their work ;) So here is my fan fiction. Without further ado…..

Kyoko paced the room nervously, hands sweating. 'Tsuruga-san doesn't normally call me out like this….' Kyoko's train of thought stopped her dead in her tracks. He couldn't possibly have realized…could he? Kyoko shook her head as if to shake off the oogies. Impossible, completely impossible, she was an actress worth her salt was she not? Was it possible though, that lo- ; no she refused to use that word, if she admitted it more than once she could never keep up the façade, that...that feeling….could destroy her greatest and most important act she would ever put on in her life? Kyoko balled her fists, feeling defiance with every ounce of her being. 'NO, at least in this one instance, I cannot lose to Tsuruga Ren.'

"Kyoko –chan?" Smoothing her face into an innocent, childlike gaze she glanced behind her at Tsuruga Ren, top actor in the industry, devastatingly handsome, and the man she was hopelessly in love with, though he didn't know and she refused to admit to it. How she had gotten there was whole other story all together. Yet here she was, wondering how many women got called out by a man such as him.

"Tsuruga-san, you're rather early. You couldn't possibly be hungry could you? Are you feeling ill?" Kyoko rushed to feel his forehead. Justas she laid her hands upon his skin, she realized what she was doing and where she was doing it and began to redden deeply. Ren just laughed oddly out of tune with his normal gestures. He looked a bit….nervous actually. Kyoko laughed nervously along with him.

"It's alright Mogami-san, I ensured that the restaurant was reserved for just us and I assure you that I am feeling perfectly fine." Ren put his hand to where she had touched him and then proceeded to slick back his hair, appearing non-chalant. The spot where she had touched him was still warm. Though when he thought about what he was about to tell her he doubted she'd ever touch him again. It might even make her blood run cold. He chuckled beside himself in angst. God, why did he wait so long to tell her? The girl in question was looking at him strangely. No, she wasn't a girl any longer was she? The woman in front of him was the only thing in the world he longed for and though it may be incredibly selfish of him, he wanted her on his own terms. Which meant…..she had to know. In turn this meant…

"Tsuruga-san, I don't mean to interrupt your deep internal monologue but….." Kyoko's stomach rumbled loudly. She made a face and tugged at her shirt as if to try and conceal her stomach's urging that she eat something and soon. One thing is for sure, if she didn't hate him after this, he would certainly never be bored. They made their way to the table and conversation seemed impossible. Kyoko was so focused on Ren that she nearly spilled her juice twice. Though unlike usual Ren didn't seem to take notice.

"That napkin is there for a reason, you know. Can't have my kouhai looking inelegant now, can we?" Strike that. Kyoko made a strangled laugh born from her nerves. Did he seriously rent out a whole restaurant for breakfast just to chastise her or avoid being seen? If that was the case why even ask her to accompany him at all. Seemed like an extravagant cost in any case. Rich people and their luxuries. Kyoko knew for certain the first thing she'd do with such money….

"Miss Mogami, I confess I did not ask you here on a mere whim. I have something I need to discuss with you and I took whatever measures necessary to ensure no one would interrupt us or overhear us." He looked about the room. No chance of causing a scene, if there was a scene it would be easily contained.

"I can't imagine what you might need to rent a restaurant out to tell me." Kyoko twisted her hands nervously beneath the table, above the table a small smile rested on her lips. He didn't know. He COULDN'T know. She wouldn't allow it. So that meant it had to be something else. Perhaps...land mine. Kyoko furrowed her brow as Ren continued to gaze at the edge of the table just before it touched he form.

"I have been meaning to tell you for a long time. A lot longer than you might expect..." He sighed, nerves bundling. It was never a good sign when Kyoko could visibly see emotion in Ren. That meant this was something very troubling to him. Tsuruga-san slouched, he never slouches!

"I am certain that as many times as Tsuruga-san has listened to me, I can be of use to him." Kyoko smiled as brightly as her insides would allow.

"My name i...hnhnnnh-hnnn..." Ren garbled under his breath, head resting in his hands. Kyoko squinted...what did he say? Was she supposed to understand that?

"I'm sorry Tsuruga-san...wha..." Kyoko cocked her head with a worried smile.

"I said my name is Kuon Hizuri." he said calmly, but loudly. His fingers tensed and then balled into his hands. " I don't think you will think very highly after what I have to tell you. But first you should know that the name I was given at birth is Kuon Hizuri, not Tsuruga Ren." Ren waited for it to click but nothing seemed to register in her eyes. Geez it was like punching a wall and waiting for it to hit you back with this woman. Did she not spend days with his father parading around as young Kuon?

"I get it! So, Tsuruga Ren is like a stage name right? Kuon does sound a bit funny. Rather like I've heard it before. Is this what you're worried about? Did someone maybe find out your real name and leak it to the press? I mean, that can't be too bad can it? But Hizuri does sound familiar..." Kyoko said brightly, laying her finger to her chin in deep thought. Ren sighed. The only thing that ever worked with this one was the blunt and the obvious.

"My father goes by the name Kuu Hizuri, though he more commonly referred to as Hozu Shuusei..." Ren trailed waiting or it to click. A fire lit in her eyes which was quickly concealed.

"So, you were...young Kuon. Did you ever say anything or see him?" Kyoko asked defensively. The only reason she knew what family felt like was because of that man.

"Yes, I am Kuon." Ren admitted and put his elbows on the table, folded in his arms, and interlaced his hands to lean upon them and peer over them at Kyoko as he began to unfold his story. "But I fear, the worst of my betrayals has yet to come."