Here chap two as promised guys! :)

Ok I just wanted to ask if you guys want Kyoko and Ren to have met when they were young? I don't really think it's needed in this story but I really like the idea of them meeting when they were young, but I shall leave it entirely up to you guys.

Another note if guys don't understand Sho or what Kyoko is talking about then please tell me so I can make it more understandable cuz I want to make Sho a bit more selfish and "evil/bad" in this.

Apologizes for any mistakes and thank you for reading!

*** I do not own Skip Beat nor do I deserve to own it ;) ***


Chap 2

The day had been busy, so busy that Kyoko forgot all about her engagement for the night.

Kijima and the rest of the staff called good night to her as they paraded out the front door recalling, the way Kyoko handled the spoiled actor who had come in during the day.

Their gushing and laughter gradually muted as the front door closed behind them.

An exhausted sigh left Kyoko as she leaned back on the glass display and tried to gather her thoughts.

All that was left was the clean up, and then she could finally have dinner. Usually she ate on the job but the day had been heartless when it came to any form of free time and she enjoyed every second of it, save for the missed dinner.

She looked up at the clock, to see that it was close to 8:30. Letting out another sigh she pushed off the counter and decided to have a cup of sencha tea before she started her night time ritual.

Once she had the tea brewed, she went out to sit on one of the café tables. The view from the window made drinking the tea even more relaxing.

Although the moon was not in the vicinity of the café, a couple of stubborn stars were flaunting their brightness onto the city.

It was during times like this, Kyoko wished she was back at the Ryokan surrounded by nature. Tokyo had its parks and such, but finding a secluded place like the one from her childhood was hard.

She took another sip of tea, reminiscing her childhood, or at least the parts that were pleasant.

Most of her former days had been filled with her childhood friend, Sho Fuwa, but as she got older those days had decreased. The irony was that her feelings for him grew more the less time he spent with her.

She couldn't help it, Sho was always her rock, and the person she could rely on not to change, the feeling had been mutual. They didn't have a romantic relationship but he would always do little things that usually made her day.

Despite the fact that she never told him directly how she felt, he knew her feelings 'which was one of the reason for their attachment' as he had told her.

He relied on her and she relied on him, or so she thought. He changed when his music finally got him the fame he wanted.

Towards the end of middle school a talent scout had seen Sho performing for the school festival and had wanted him to sign on with Akatoki Agency.

Sho's parents were not happy at all and after many "discussions", more like out right fights, Sho left home once he graduated from middle school. When he asked her to tag along with him, her eyes finally opened up to the real him.

She had seen him making out with Rio the day before and he had asked her if she would come with him. What hurt her the most was when Rio asked why he didn't ask Kyoko, his supposed best friend, he had laughed and claimed that he wanted someone who wasn't a boring plain girl without an ounce of beauty that followed him around like a puppy dog.

To say her heart broke was an understatement. She had calmly walked back to the inn and shut herself in her small room. Denial had been strong in her mind but as she replayed the scene over and over again in her head even she could not find a justifiably reason for his words and actions.

They say love is blind and, Kyoko had to whole heartily agree with that. She had been blind and outright pathetic, in her opinion, when it came to Sho.

So when he asked her the next day she laughed in his face and told him that she wasn't his servant or his toy that he could play around with her in whatever way he chose.

The shock on his face would have been priceless, were it not for the fact that she had been nursing a broken heart.

She felt liberated standing up to him and the only thing she regretted was not slapping him.

In a determined fashioned she moved out of the ryokan, despite the Fuwa's beseeching her to stay.

She kindly told them that she could not rely on their kindness any longer and would make it in the world on her own.

It was obviously easier said than done but she had succeeded in her opinion.

"Kyoko-san" said the soothing voice, as it broke her thoughts and caught her completely by surprise.

Kyoko yelped and her heart raced as she half turned over to see Kuon standing hesitantly by the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to surprise you" he explained sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. The hand froze in its action as Kyoko blushed in embarrassment.

It took Kyoko a lot longer than usual to get her brain working again. 'Why was he here? The café was closed', not that she minded his presence.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I know we said 8:30 as the time but the filming took longer than usual and it slipped my mind to call you and inform you" he disclosed and Kyoko looked back like a deer caught in headlights.

An aura of awkwardness hung in the air as Kuon waited for her to reply and as Kyoko tired to ignore her fluttering heart to get her brain work properly again.

"Umm, Kyoko-san?" questioned Kuon as he walked up to her uncertainly.

Kyoko shook her head and half smiled and inquired "Why are you here Kuon-san?"

Kuon raised an eyebrow and peered down at the woman as he came stood a couple of feet away from her, wondering if perhaps he had gotten the day wrong.

"You told me to come, remember?"

Memories of last night flooded her brain. Flustered Kyoko quickly stood up, not realizing that half her body was turned around. Her hands brushed against the tea cup making it roll to the edge and before she could turn around completely to save it an arm shot out and seized the cup before it could touch the dreaded floor and shatter into a thousand glass fragments.

Kyoko automatically bowed in apology and took the cup back from his hand, trying to avoid his touch.

Kuon smiled that heavenly smile of his as she tried to push her mortification out of the way. Her heart suffocated for a second in between her ribs.

She clears her throat to get her mouth working again.

"Why don't we head to the kitchen to get started?" she states as she picks up the tea cup that has no handle and it's saucer from the table to avoid looking at him.

He agrees and she leads him past the counter to the double doors on the side.

He uses his long arms to his advantage as he opens the door for her. She smiles at him in thanks and he clutches his left hand in a fist, not that Kyoko notices.

He waits for her to put away the tea cup and looks around at the professional kitchen. It's flawless and everything appears to be in its rightful place.

"What exactly did you want to learn how to make? Or do you just want to learn the basics?" probed Kyoko as she turned back to face him. She had been astonished when he had come last night asking for her help. From what she had seen and heard of his personality, he always seemed like the type of man who could do just about anything, and for him to ask her out of all the skilled people in Tokyo was flabbergasting. Perhaps she should recommend him to someone else; she had been too dazed last night to realize what she was getting herself into.

"Wouldn't it be better if I learn the basic first?" he replied, confusion apparent on his graceful face.

"Not necessarily, when it comes to cooking it all depends on certain things, for example if you have limited time and you want to learn how to make one particular dish than it's best if you learn some basics and go right into making said dish. Practice is what makes a good cook, if on the other hand you want to learn how to cook various things than a strong foundation of basics would be better."

She liked how he was listening to her every word, it showed her that she was right when she deemed him to be a person who gave respect to those to deserved it, not that she was saying she was deserving of his respect but all the same it made her feel good that he was paying attention to what she was saying.

"Kyoko-san" Kuon started "If you were to confess your feelings to someone how would you convey your feelings through food?"

She cocked her head to one side and wondered what he meant.

Not wanting to appear like an idiot again Kyoko answered.

"Well…I…I…honestly would not know…" she laughed nervously "Besides Valentine I have never given any type of food to confess…well actually I've never confessed to anyone with or without food.…."

Her nervous laughter died on her lips as Kuon's green eyes watched her intensely.

"Suppose a man came to you and confessed with….let's say, your favorite dessert, what would it be?" he questioned lightly but she still felt like she was being engulfed by his eyes, 'why did he have to have so many shades of green in them, was that even humanly possible?' she mused.

His words brought back her traitorous blush.

"No one would confess to me Kuon-san" she said meekly, looking down at her shoes. 'Honestly, why did she feel like a child right now?'

Kyoko missed Kuon rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling in despair. He didn't even bother refuting her statement but went right on to his goal.

"I said 'suppose' Kyoko-san" even as he said it the words felt bitter in his mouth.

Kyoko jerked up and felt her heart pinch in pain at his words, looking straight at him she replied with a new found resolve, she was making too much out of his simple questions "Yes you did. If someone were to confess to me than I guess I would be happy with a chocolate chiffon cake with cherry filling in the layers and whipped cream on top.

He seemed to be thinking about something, "Wouldn't that be like a black forest cake?"

She shook her head, causing a couple of locks of hair to come out from her bun.

"No, a chiffon cake uses far more eggs than a normal cake; it's much lighter and airy than say a normal chocolate cake."

Kuon nodded his head in understanding and looked at her expectantly.

She shifted uncomfortable, 'teaching it seems is harder than I thought'.

Realizing that they had both been standing for a while now, she indicated to the extensive island in the middle.

"Why don't we sit down and discuss what you want to make first?" she counseled.

He nodded his head in agreement, provoking his hair to sway in a most tantalizing way, not that Kyoko would ever harbor such a shameful thought, though she did wonder if his hair felt as soft as it looked.

They both took a seat, opposite of each other, on the bar stools situated near the island counter.

"Would you like something to eat or drink perhaps?" asked Kyoko half out of courtesy and half out of concern. She had learned fairly quickly, partly due to his worried –"nagging" in Kuon's opinion- manager, how the man in front of her was towards food. 'He eats only when he's on the brink of death' Kyoko muttered inside her head 'probably didn't even have dinner I'm betting, honestly why must he act like such a child when it comes to eating?'

Rather than wait for his answer she went right to the target, eyeing him sharply "Did you even have dinner?"

Kuon had the decency to look down in shame and mutter that he had a snack and before he could protest Kyoko was out her seat in a whirlwind and was by the fridge taking out assorted items.

Kuon felt like he was watching a tornado in action. He stood up and tired to stop her.

"Kyoko-san there really is no need for you to make something for me, I feel like I'm already causing you enough trouble as it is."

She paused and Kuon waited for her usual lecture 'you need to take care of your body' to come speeding at him, but to his amazement she smiled sweetly.

"It's no trouble Kuon-san, you see I didn't get a chance to eat either and it would be no trouble to make more servings. After all you need to eat."

The last sentence was stated with such authority that all Kuon could do was nod and pray that she wasn't too pissed. He sat down again like a naughty school boy awaiting his punishment.

He watched her while she swiftly moved from one place to another. The black pants she wore were in tune with her never ending legs and those damn locks of ebony hair that had come undone from her bun were ever so tempting, slightly swaying against her delicate neck.

He looked away lest his face catch up with his dangerous thoughts.

After finding nothing of interest his eyes found their way back to the young lady humming away at the stove.

Without missing a beat she moved to the oven and deposits something in.

A few minutes later she came to him and placed a glass of water in front of him.

"It'll probably be half an hour or so. Let's discuss what you want to make in the meantime."

Kuon can't help but smile warmly at her and was rewarded with that becoming blush.

'Does he have to smile like that? Doesn't he realize that normal people are not used to such an ethereal smile?' wondered Kyoko as she sipped the cold water.

"I'm actually not sure what I want to make, perhaps you can give me some ideas?" he said with a calculating look.

She wrapped her slender hands around the cup and regarded him. Silence followed as both of them tired not to appear suspicious to the other.

"Well" she started out gradually "If you don't mind my asking what type of woman is she? If can get the essence of her personality than perhaps we can pick a dessert."

She abruptly looked down in her water, as meaning of her words ran through her brain. She tried to squash her horribly intentions of wanting to know what type of a woman attracted Kuon. 'This all to help him' she thought trying desperately to convince herself 'it will helping with deciding what we need to make, I don't really want to know what type of woman he's interested in'.

'This is for Kuon, not for your selfish reasons Kyoko!' she mentally berated herself, hoping he wouldn't see her ill desires.

When he had mentioned it last night she felt a great desire to find out as much as she could about this mythical creature. She didn't want to think about why this desire came about, all Kyoko knew was that it was improper and she had best get rid of it as soon as possible. 'Easier said than done' she groaned as she lay in bed fantasizing a woman no one could hate due to her perfection…except Kyoko that is, she couldn't help but hate her.

Kuon's answer brought her back to reality "She's…..


Reviews...would be nice lol

I'm not a professional cook/pastry chef so if anything Kyoko says is wrong than please tell me because I do know how to cook so I'm basing this of my experiences.