A/N: So, originally this was meat to be a one-shot then I realised I didn't mark it as complete, but when I went to change it an idea came to me to see if the song could give me more ideas, and give me writing practice. So, now this may be updated as I get ideas, or this might be the last of it.
Thanks to all who favourited, it means a lot after writing for the first time in years.
Also still working on how to reply to reviews, so at this point I'll just do it here. cleocat333: Thanks for the review, "Bandaids don't fix bulletholes" is a line from the song that inspired this fic, and I too think that Sho really does care for Kyoko, but he seems to be the kind of person that is almost incapable of showing people that he cares.
Kyoko made her way toward the TV station Sho was meant to appear at today with the food she thought he may appreciate after all his hard work. As she rode there, she happily thought of all the good times they had had as children and how easy he had made it to love and trust him, and dreamed of time they could finally live happily ever after.
After getting inside the studio with her delivery, she searched for Sho's waiting room to give it to him. While searching she heard his dear, familiar voice and turned in the direction it was coming from. But what was he saying, "As if it came from her it's something to be proud of!" What did he mean, who was he talking about?
Then the woman with him said, "Until now, that girls is working hard to make a living, and that's for you too… aren't you being a little harsh?" Who are they talking about? Who is also working to make a living for him?
"You can't expect a great prince of ryoukans to have to clean or cook for himself, do you?" Of course not, who would say a prince should work. "Do you think a helpless baby like me would live by myself here in Tokyo?"
"So it seems you brought her only to take care of you and doing your household work, right?" the woman asked for clarification. Who did he bring just for that? ... No, he wouldn't do that to me.
"It's not just "it seems" that is what it is, it has always been this way since we were little. Why else would I bring her?" No, he wouldn't do that to me, he's my prince.
Kyoko's memories of everything they had had come back to her in that moment as Sho kept speaking, saying that she came of her own free will. She thought of all the things she had done for her prince, all the things she would have done if only he had asked.
"Why don't you send her home now you can survive on your own earnings?" Asked the woman with Sho, bring Kyoko back to the present.
"Ok, I'll send her back. As long as Shoko can take care of me now. After all Shoko is my type, not that plain girl that my parents wanted to marry to me."
Plain girl, me, not Sho's type. Not good enough. Memories of other times she wasn't good enough starting to bubble up in her mind. She pushed those memories back again as her heart broke, the knife digging into her back. No I will not cry. Pushing away any type of sadness, anger the only emotion that remained.
Sho had just carelessly broken her, and anything they had once had, instantly rusting all the shiny parts of her life and rubbing salt in her deepest wounds. All they could have between them now was bad blood.