Kyoko's POV

I finished the last final touch for my latest batch of Grue Brique Geleé di Vins. A Grue Brique Geleé di Vin was my own special dessert wine jelly in a decorated glass, inspired by the one who held my
heart. I untied my apron, and hung it up. I grabbed one of the waiters' aprons, tied it around my waist, and grabbed an order book. I pushed open the kitchen door, and walked into the dining
section of my restaurant, Le Goût du Vin. It had been 15 years since I left Japan. I had become an apprentice to the previous owner of Le Goût du Vin, and when he passed away he left me, his youngest and most promising apprentice his restaurant, which infuriated his other apprentices who had spent years upon years under him, when I had only spent 10. I walked up to the nearest table where a tall costumer with graying blonde hair, a hat and sunglasses sat looking over a menu.

"May I take your order, Sir?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll have the Grue Brique Geleé di Vins, with a glass of Saint Emilion, please, Kyoko-chan." He replied in Japanese as he tilting his sunglasses down so I could see his face.

"Otou-san?" I asked slipping into Japanese myself.

"Long time no see. I see you're back to your original color." Otou-san said gesturing to my hair. I smiled.

"Yes, I have and it has been a long time." I said. He smiled up at me.

"So your new job is as a waitress?" Otou-san asked noting my clothing. I shook my head.

"No, I own this restaurant. Every once in a while I like to talk with the customers and see how I can improve me recipes and so forth." Otou-san chuckled.

"You always had a talent for cooking." He said smiling.

"Maman!" A voice called from behind me. I turned to see a teenage boy with black hair and grey eyes running towards me.

"How was school, Yuki?" I asked as I hugged him.

"Fine, who's this, Maman?" He asked hugging me and gesturing to Otou-san. I glanced over my shoulder to see Otou-san gaping at Yuki. I smiled weakly at him.

"Yuki, this is your ojii-san, Hizuri Kuu. Otou-san this is Yuki, my son." I introduced them softly. Yuki smiled politely at Otou-san.

"Nice to meet you, Kuu jii-chan." He said bowing. Otou-san chuckled.

"Why don't you come and join me, Yuki?" He asked gesturing to the seat across from him. Yuki sat down on the chair and started chatting with Otou-san. I smiled looking at the heart warming sight.

"You better not mention a thing about his father to him. And you will saw absolutely nothing about Yuki to him. Do you understand, Otou-san?" I whispered low enough so Yuki couldn't hear me. He nodded.

"I'll be right back with some Grue Brique Geleé di Vins and some drinks." I told them heading to the kitchen, smiling to myself.

"Damn, cell phone." A man muttered in Japanese as they bumped into me.

"Please reframe from swearing inside the restaurant, sir." I said to him polite in as I continued towards the kitchen.

"Kyoko?" The man asked utterly surprised. I froze and turned back to look at the man I had bumped into. Sho was standing right in my restaurant, gaping at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked bewildered. I crossed my arms in a gesture of annoyance.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked him, annoyed and slightly panicked. If Sho sees Yuki he might start asking questions. I thought trying to calm down. He gave me a once over.

"You're working as a waitress?" Sho asked slightly surprised. I felt my eyebrow twitch.

"Unless, you're going to get something to eat get out. And that does not mean I'll be your server if you just decide to sit down and order something randomly off the menu." I said walking back towards the kitchen. He whistled behind me.

"What would your boss say if I told him you weren't being nice to his customers?" He said cockily. I smiled.

"Well, considering this is my restaurant, I would say complaining to my boss would be a bit hard." I said, walking into the kitchen. A few chefs looked up as I walked in, but went back to their work shortly after.

"Do you need something, Madame?" One of the new chefs asked. I shook my head.

"Nothing I can't get myself." I told him politely. The 30 year old man with rugged black hair and light brown eyes, was obviously trying to get on my good side.

"I just need to get some drinks and Grue Brique Geleé di Vins for my son and his grandfather." I said grabbing the serving tray I had been reaching for. I watched with amusement as he walked away cursing in English.

"Jean, please reframe from swearing in the restaurant." I said to him in English, making it clear I could understand every word he was saying.

"Yes, Madame." He mumbled blushing slightly. I grabbed two Grue Brique Geleé di Vins and put them on the trey. I grabbed a wine glass and poured Otou-san's drink and grabbed a glass of Coca-cola for Yuki. I set the drinks down on the tray and headed to the table where Yuki and Otou-san were waiting. I smiled as I set down the glasses of wine jelly and drinks in front of them. Yuki smiled as he saw what I set down.

"Yum, Grue Brique Geleé di Vins." He said taking a bite. Otou-san chuckled looking at his joyful expression.

"Ne, Kyoko-chan, doesn't Grue Brique translate into Tsuruga Ren?" Otou-san asked. I blushed slightly and nodded. He chuckled.

"Have you read his book?" Otou-san asked. I nodded a sad smile on my face.

"Yes, and it's a good thing he wrote under a pen name and used false names in the book otherwise the tabloids would've gone crazy over it." I whispered, trying to choke back tears. A few years ago Ren had published a book about his experiences of love with me and hoped I would someday read it and return to his side. But I'd already made a life for myself in France with Yuki and I didn't want to give it up. Otou-san gave me an awkward one arm hug.

"I should warn you. I'm shooting a movie with him close by. Try to keep Yuki hidden and yourself in the scarce." He whispered to me taking a sip of his wine. I nodded.

"When does filming end?" Otou-san glanced at the clock.

"It ended five minutes ago, and it takes about ten minutes to get here from the shooting location." He said apologetically. I started panicking.

Kuon's POV

I pulled up outside of Le Goût du Vin ten minutes after shooting ended. I parked the car, put on my hat and sunglasses and went inside. It wasn't a huge restaurant, but it offered protect from photographers and journalists. The quaint little restaurant had become famous a few years back due to its special wine jelly dessert. One of the many reasons I chose to come to this restaurant, instead of a fancy one. I was waiting patiently when I caught a glimpse of long black hair and amber eyes. I whipped my head to get a good look at the person who walked past the corner of my eye but they had vanished. Damn, I'm seeing things again. I thought sighing.

"Hey, Kuon, you decided to come here too?" Called a familiar voice in Japanese. I turned to see my father, Hizuri Kuu, waving at me from a table.

"Otou-san, what are you doing here?" I asked walking over to him. He gestured to the huge glass of wine jelly in front of him.

"Grabbing a bite to eat before I head back to the hotel." I sat down across from him. Weirdly my seat was warm.

"Is that Le Gout du Vin's famous wine jelly dessert?" I asked him. Otou-san nodded. I licked my lips.

"How much are those?" I asked. He shrugged.

"No clue. I know the owner so she's letting me eat as much as I want for free." He said taking another bite.

"And she's not worried about going broke?" I asked, chuckling. Otou-san chuckled, as he flagged down a waitress.

"Excuse me Miss, could I have a menu for my friend here?" He asked. His French was as good as my Japanese. She glanced at me and smiled.

"It would be my pleasure." She said, winking at me. I smiled politely back. A small smile crept onto Otou-san's face.

"Being unfaithful, are we?" He asked. I glared at him.

"I was being polite." I replied annoyed. He shrugged.

"And I was going to tell you where you might find Kyoko-chan." Otou-san said taking yet another bite of his pastry. How big is that thing? A small part of me wondered while the rest of me froze.

"You found Kyoko." It wasn't a question. He smiled, and winked at me.

"You'll find her soon enough." Otou-san said smirking. I glared at him. I was about to speak when I heard an annoying voice.

"What do you mean she disappeared 15 years ago from the entertainment track?!" It shouted in Japanese. I turned to my right to see Fuwa Sho talking on his cell phone. He quieted as whoever he was talking to, replied.

"Is there anything about why she disappeared?" Fuwa asked in a quieter voice walking, unknowingly, towards our table. I watched in amusement as his eyes grew wide as he heard something he didn't want to hear.

"Kyoko was seen leaving Hizuri Kuon's hotel room?!" He hissed into the phone loud enough for me to hear him.

"She was seen leaving whose hotel room?" I asked him, thinking I misheard him. His head whipped up as he heard me. Fuwa glared at me.

"Yours dumbass. And from the sound of it you know nothing of it." He said smirking.

"So you came here to bring her back, huh? How'd you find this place? I checked the listing before and if I remember correctly the owner isn't listed." Fuwa glanced over my shoulder.

"What are you doing back there, old man?" He asked confused and irritated. I turned to see Otou-san in the middle of doing a 'shut up' gesture to Fuwa.

"Otou-san, what's going on? You seem to know what Fuwa's talking about, and telling him to be quiet, and it's about Kyoko." Suddenly a younger me with black hair popped out from around the around the corner behind Otou-san.

"Kuu jii-chan, Maman wants you." He said to Otou-san. He jumped and glanced at me. I was staring at the teenage boy trying to figure out who he was.

"Yuki, I thought I told you to wait in the kitchen while I got him." A woman said coming around the same corner and froze when she saw me. She had waist length black hair and amber eyes.

"Kyoko." I breathed as I recognized her. She hadn't changed much. She'd dyed her hair back to its original color and it had grown longer, but she was still the same. Same face, same posture, and the same sweet curves— I stopped that thought in its tracks. Kyoko thawed out and tapped the teenager on the back of his head.

"Yuki, say hello to your otou-san, Hizuri Kuon." She said smiling weakly. The boy glared, and I was surprised just how much the boy looked like me. He was a carbon copy of me except for his hair color.

"Hello." I managed standing up. Yuki smirked.

"Hey, old man." He said in a bored tone. I felt my eyebrow twitch. Kyoko bopped him on the head again.

"Oi, Maman, why was that for?" He asked looking down at Kyoko. Yuki had gotten my height. He was at least 30cms taller than Kyoko. She shook her head.

"Do you want to see why I referred to him sometimes as the Demon Lord, Yuki?" She whispered loudly. He smirked.

"I could take him down easy, Maman." Yuki said cracking his knuckles. Kyoko sighed.

"Fine, go ahead try to beat him up, but I'm taking the hospital bills out of your allowance." She said taking the seat next to Otou-san.

"And do it outside, I don't want blood on my carpets." Kyoko added taking a sip of Otou-san's wine. Yuki rolled his eyes.

"I can understand about the carpets, but what's with the hospital bills? Are you going to pay for his, or something?" He asked gesturing to me.

"No, I'm going to take your hospital bills out of your allowance." She said. Yuki looked at me than back at Kyoko.

"You think he's going to beat me up and you're going to let him?" He asked in disbelief.

"You inherited your father's stubbornness. If you two set your minds to something there's no use stopping you." She said taking another sip of wine. Fuwa was just staring at us speechless. Otou-san on the other hand was ordering a bottle of wine for the show. I rolled my eyes.

"Kyoko, do you honestly think I would try to hurt him?" I asked her. She shrugged.

"No, but with how well Yuki fights, instinct will most likely overpower common sense and I doubt he is up to par with you, Kuon." Kyoko said downing the last of Otou-san's wine.

"Otou-san, did you ask for another glass with the bottle of wine?" She asked him setting the glass down. He nodded.

"I thought you could use a few glasses of wine with the day you've had."

Kyoko's POV

I smiled. "Thanks, Otou-san. Today actually started off quite well. The previous owner's apprentices haven't come around demanding ownership of Le Goût du Vin or the Grue Brique Geleé di Vin recipe. None of Yuki's rivals or underlings have come around. It was great before Sho, and Kuon showed up." I said a small hint of bitterness in my voice. The waiter who delivered the bottle of wine was quite nervous because of the atmosphere, but relaxed slightly as he recognized me.

"Acquaintances of yours, Madame?" He asked setting the bottle of wine and a wine glass down.

"Yes, this is Yuki's father," I gestured to Kuon. "His grandfather," I gestured to Otou-san. "And a past annoyance." I said glancing at Sho. He nodded and scurried away. I popped the cork out of the wine and poured Otou-san and I some wine. He picked his glass up and clinked it with mine.

"Cheers." He said taking a long sip. I chuckled.

"Cheers." I took a sip and turned my attention back to Yuki and Kuon.

"So should we relocate to a table with a window or will you to be able to talk this out?" I asked them sighing quietly. Yuki shrugged. Kuon mirrored Yuki's action. I rolled my eyes. Men.