title: with you in my head
pairing: KyokoShoutaro
summary: build me up and tear me down
dedication: to happiness. for some reason, growing up makes it harder to keep hold of.
with you in my head
And he should have the upper hand, he knows.
Shoutaro is the star – the idol – of the entertainment industry and this is his PV. He could have her booted out the studio with a click of his fingers before Kyoko even has time to blink. He's done it before, after all. No regrets.
(But the silence that sprang up in her absence still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.)
And besides, his little lapdog of a girlfriend – always trailing behind him with stars in her eyes and simpering smiles on her lips – has begun to bore him. Kyoko's newfound ferocity hints at entertainment, or even better – a challenge.
"I'm going to live to make you regret not tossing me out when you had the chance," she says. "I'm going to show you up so badly, it'll make you want to die."
Fine, he thinks, with a sneer as patronising as he can make it. Go ahead and try.
Kyoko cannot act, but he wants to see her struggle, like a petulant child throwing a temper tantrum. She can scream all she wants about vengeance; Sho is untouchable.
And if there's a part of him that wants her to surprise him – the remains of that helpless little boy who watched his closest friend cry like the world was ending, because of a mother that could not show love – then he does not acknowledge it.
I know you, he thinks, recalling that little girl. You are the girl who never meets expectations.
But when Kyoko emerges from the costume department, he does not immediately recognise her.
Tall, blonde, ethereally beautiful – he's looking at an angel. It is more than the costume and the childhood friend has slipped into the skin of her role as effortlessly as breathing.
Her eyes, when they meet his, are cold and somehow…alien.
A shiver rolls down Shoutaro's spine and he realises that what little of Kyoko he can see behind the mask of her character is someone unfamiliar and unknown to him. A strange little smile plays around her mouth and this is not the girl he knows like the back of his hand.
Who are you?
And suddenly the game between them has turned, the chessboard fallen on its side and gravity shifts with the understanding.
Shoutaro isn't sure who has the upper hand anymore.
A/n: wrote this in literally half an hour. must have felt inspired, or something.
reviews would be lovely.
