The Tooth Fairy

Kyoko is assigned to care for Ren after his wisdom tooth removal.

A rich baritone voice could be heard singing the song of its owner's heart through the Takarada mansion's medical wing.

"Cooooooooooorn,

Corn, corn, corn,

CORN, corn, Corn,

COOOOOOOOORN,

Corn, corn, corn!"

"Oh, so Ren's awake?" Yashiro asked LME's president.

"Yep, I've been to see him. He's more oriented now than an hour or so ago but still very much unlike himself." Lory had filmed an interview with Ren to send to his parents.

"I guess I'll be babysitting for a couple days," Yashiro sighed.

The president's eyes glinted.

"Or…"

"Thank you for making yourself available at such short notice Ms. Mogami. As you will see Ren is in a most vulnerable state and we needed someone dependable from within the company to care for him, for the protection of his image of course. Yashiro-san and I have important business to attend to in wake of Ren's lost time from work. Can I count on you?" Takarada demanded of Love ME's number one.

"Yes sir!" Mogami glowed from being entrusted with such an important task. Both men before her seemed gravely serious.

"Thank you Mogami. Sebastian will show you to the recovery room. Yashiro, follow me to my office."

When Mogami followed a scrub-sporting Sebastian to Ren's quarters, the two men instead made their way to the Takarada Home Security Station, to watch the young people's interaction from the eyes of a security camera.

In Kyoko's opinion, the recovery room looked more like a high class hotel suite, complete with a kitchenette and a flat screen TV. There were only to rooms however; the main area with both a bed and a seating area, and an accessible bathroom. Right now, the patient was lying in the bed. Restlessly.

Singing in fact.

The song was in English, but Mogami thought she could identify it as the American national anthem. It was extra difficult though as his mouth was still full of gauze. He stopped singing when he saw her.

"Hey babe," he said in English. "You should forget that loser ex of yours and get with me." He continued suavely in this manner, making poetic pledges of love and promises of future romantic gestures. Altogether, he was the embodiment of class, of manliness, of chivalry.

Or so he thought.

All she heard was, "Ey ehhh. OOO ud et ooo kor wmeee…." He was making a strange face too. It was concerning really, with all that bloody gauze. By the sounds he had been making, she figured he may be in pain. She found the button for his PCA pump on the floor and put it back in his hand (patient controlled analgesia- analgesia basically means pain relief. It's a doohickey that lets patients give themselves more pain meds but is programed to stop them from taking too much). He blinked at her.

"Um… you push that when you need pain relief, I'm going to go look for instructions."