OK, a big thank you to everyone who read/reviewed/alerted this. I had a HUGE smile from ear to ear all day! So I decided to update!

If you looked at the summary, you will see that this is an alternative reality fic. It will have to do with Skip Beat, though. I will try my best to get characters into here. Undoubtedly, the main ones will be in this.

And as for this confusing you, it will make sense later. But be warned, not everything is going to make sense until a ways down the road.


Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat or any of its characters.


Waking up from the blackness that had consumed her mind, the young woman's golden eyes slowly opened. The world seemed to spin, and was fuzzy as she became aware of the dull throbbing in her head.

She glanced around, surprised at her suddenly sunny surroundings, as if not believing that she really was there.

A scent came into her senses. It smelled like iron. She looked at her side, and a sharp intake of breath acknowledged the seriousness at her findings.

Her side was bleeding, and badly. Judging from the pool of warm crimson on the rough grass, it was a wonder she had woken up from her unconscious state.

She had to stop the bleeding.

Groaning, she dragged herself painfully across the grass, a grimace on her face as already stated grass brushed against her open wound. A blood trail traced her progress.

She crawled towards a pile of dry grass, gathering it to her chest. She looked for sticks.

After some time, she had a pile of dry burnables ready to go.

She rubbed two sticks together quickly; and became frustrated as no sparks came out.

Finally, after several minutes of getting splinters in her skin, he had a small fire going. In between feeding it more fuel, she examined her wound.

It went all the way through her. He really had stabbed her deeply. It was not very wide, but it was long. She noticed it had dirt inside of it, from crawling across the grass. She tore a strip of cloth from the hem of her dress, and then dragged herself down to the crick. She soaked the rag, then applied it to the wound. A grimace once again was on her almost doll-like face, and her carefully sculpted eyebrows furrowed in pain.

"This is nothing, compared to later, Kyoko!" She told herself.

She held the rag to the wound, so that no more dirt could come into it as she made her way back to the fire.

It had seemed to be warm enough. The jet-black haired young woman took the dagger that man had dropped that she had picked up, and stuck it in the already hot embers. Kyoko put more wood on fire and ripped off more of her dress for bandages as she waited for it to heat up.

It soon glowed with a strange redness, orange flickering within it. Heat raced into her fingers, but she resisted the urge to drop the now-blackened hilt as she picked up the dagger.

She hesitated a moment, knowing how much it would hurt, but then stuck it in her wound.

She screamed in pain for a split second, but then remembered she was trying to stay under detection. She bit back on her molars so hard one of them chipped, and on her cheek, so that an awful taste filled her mouth.

She took the blade out slowly, groaning softly. Her hands trembled as she wrapped the wound that seemed to burn with heightened pain.

An overly positive thought hit her, the old personality once again coming forth. "Well, at least I managed to stop the bleeding."

She rested awhile, then shakingly rose to her feet using a nearby shrub. She dosed the fire.

She started to walk, stumbling over everything, but making progress. It may have been a contest with a nearby snail, but progress nonetheless.

She continued to bite her cheeks, so that blood meandered down her lips to her chin like a river. The jolt of the constant stumbling increased the throbs in her head and side.

In her golden eyes, something burned. It had been kindled for a while. It had been suppressed, yes, but it had slowly built up, and had been the turning point.

She was not going to give up. She could not. After all, HE had to repay for his sins. No matter what.

She had to find them. They were the only ones to be able to help her.

They would welcome another into their ranks, wouldn't they?


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As for the stopping blood by scorching yourself, I had a big gash on my leg once, and had to do that. It is INSANE how much it hurts!

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