Kyoko packed her belongings into the small bag she brought with her when she left for Tokyo.
She didn't cry. She couldn't. Shame and anger raised up her face and dried them before they could fall.
That bastard. Deceiving her unto leaving Kyoto with him!
Suddenly her eyes fell upon a small purse. And just the thought of what was inside it made her chuckle lightly.
A blue stone she named Corn, after the boy who gave it to her when she had been 6 years old.
Back then, she had thought that handsome, foreign boy to be a fairy prince.
But when he came back the year after, he'd set her straight. Kuon. She missed him.
For the first 5 years, he had come once or twice a year to visit her for a few weeks. Then, for the next 3, he didn't. She already had thought, he had forgotten her for good, when he finally came back.
Even though it was only for a few days a time now instead of weeks, he came more often, every few months. But the last time she had seen him had been over a year ago now.
Back then, she had told him about her plans to go to Tokyo.
It had been strange, she remembered. He had seemed somewhat happy when she had told him, even though it had meant they wouldn't see each other again.
He had advised her to take a job at LME, the biggest Entertainment-Company in Japan.
And she did. At the beginning only as a cleaner, but later the president of LME had discovered her, and signed her up as an actress. By that time, HE had already been working for Akatoki, LME's rivals, so Kyoko hid that fact from him.
And now, all she could think was, Kuon had known. He had told me all along, and he'd been right.
Every time Kuon came to see her, he told her to leave the other boy. That he was no good for her. That he'd only hurt her.
And now, he had been proven right.
She took the purple-blue stone out of the purse. Whenever Kyoko was sad, she would pull out the stone and it would act as a substitute for the Kuon, magically taking away her grief and pain.
Out of the blue, a small, folded piece of paper fell out of the purse. She had totally forgotten all about that. Suddenly, she had to smile again. It was an address here in Tokyo. Kuon had given it to her, claiming it belonged to a friend, and should she ever need any help, she would find it there.
Help.
Help.
Help.
She hadn't even noticed the tears finally falling down her cheek.
Help. That's what she needed the most right now.
Help. A meal. A place to stay the night. Comfort maybe, or maybe just something divert her thoughts.
It was late already, almost midnight, but still … anything, anytime. that was what Kuon had said back then.
A tall, dark haired man answered the door. The light from the room behind him casting a shadow over his face.
"Please excuse my invasion so late at night. A friend of mine told me to come here if I ever faced some problems. I really don't want to bother you with my problems, but … "
She didn't come any further, a too familiar voice cutting her off.
"Kyoko?"
She looked up. She looked again. No. It couldn't be. Or could it? But …?
Of one thing she was sure. The man standing before her was the famous actor Ren Tsuruga.
But still, she couldn't help but let this one thought slipping.
"Kuon?"
