Here is the final chapter of Babysitting and just as a warning you will see Lory lose his temper with Ren. But as always, Lory's a big softy when it comes to his favorite employees. Thanks for reading, favoriting, and reviewing!

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"…Shou Fuwa fans were in distress yesterday when his amp malfunctioned, nearly electrocuting the teen. According to doctors, the idol will be released from the hospital in three to five months, but the singer will not be able to perform for almost a year. Akatoki will be making an announcement this afternoon about the rest of Fuwa-san's tour, future performances, song releases, and TV appearances—"

Lory Takarada clicked off his giant flat screen and turned to the four families on the other side of his desk. Sitting on their mothers' laps were Kenta, Ryuu, Hio, and Jun, all looking innocent and for the world like normal seven and eight year olds. Their parents may have believed that, but Lory knew better. His granddaughter Maria could be like that at times, though she had settled down after meeting Mogami-kun. The president of LME had hoped the actress would be a good influence on these four also, but no such luck. The news program just now was proof—the boys and their parents just didn't know it yet. Mogami-kun had called him early that morning with a guilty consequence and had told him everything. While he wasn't someone who approved of violence, he wasn't going to tell the police or anyone outside of those who were in his office currently, but Lory would have to have a long talk with Ren later about using children as weapons of childish vengeance.

"Now, Holt-tachi, Yukasi-tachi, Hitaki-tachi, and Usuki-tachi, I now you're wondering why I called you here and even more why I showed you that news clip," the man dressed as a Sultan said, folding his hands on top of his desk. "I regret to inform you all that your children and a third party were responsible."

The parents were of course outraged and their boys glared at the tall, mustached man. Lory wasn't put off in the least and managed to coax his stars back into their seats, even hot tempered Ryan Holt.

"I know these are heavy accusations, and while I encourage you to discipline your children because of it, I will not be reporting it to the police. One: that would be bad for publicity, and two: I have complete faith that those four will be able to convince the police otherwise." He gave the four boys a hard look. "I do not know why they chose to cause injury to Fuwa-kun"—a small lie—"but they did sabotage the wiring of his amp and the overhead lights. Thankfully, there were few injuries and none fatal, but that does not make what they did acceptable. I suggest having them write unsigned letters of apology to Fuwa-kun, but again, it is up to you as their parents to determine the proper punishment for your children."

With that said, Lory endured the parents' yelling, denials and counter accusations. It took twenty minutes but the extravagant man calmed the adults and managed to get them to consider the possibility. With a promise to get back to him with their verdict on their children's innocence, the four families left, passing Ren Tsuruga as they exited Lory's office.

Jun exchanged a telling glance with the actor, and the tall man bit back a sigh. Damn. He had really hoped President Takarada would overlook Fuwa's accident, but once again Ren had underestimated his boss. The eccentric man's information network was vast and lacking in no aspect.

Said man sat behind his desk, wearily watching his employee approach his desk. "Firstly, Ren, I would like to congratulate you on further corrupting those four boys and by executing an almost flawless albeit childish vengeance on young Fuwa-kun."

The actor's eyebrows arched in surprise but he made no comment. If Lory hadn't known better, he might've thought the man was repentant, but the brunet's eyes gave him away.

"Really, Ren, what were you think, using four boys—not even in double digits yet!—to rewire not only an amp, but the lighting and sound system as well? What if they had cut and reattached the wrong wires? What if one of them had happened to touch a live wire and had gotten electrocuted? How would you explain that to his parents? 'I'm terribly sorry, I told him to cut these two wires and attach them to these two over here but he wasn't very good at following instructions and got himself electrocuted?'"

Lory slammed his hands on his desk and stood. "That was damn stupid, Kuon, and you know it! You didn't just endanger those boys' lives by exposing them to complex electronics, you endangered them of being sent to prison for murder! Not manslaughter! I'm talking first degree, premeditated murder, you arrogant numbskull!"

"Nothing I told them would've gotten Fuwa killed unless he had some sort of prior condition, which he didn't."

The businessman glared at his employee. "And how could you be sure of that? Did you ask him? Did you ask his manager? Did you even think when you decided to talk those boys into doing this? About what would happen if someone saw or found out those boys had sabotaged Fuwa-kun's equipment? And what would happen if it came out that you were behind the amplifier malfunction, Ren? That's assault, if not attempted murder, right there and while those boys could sweet talk their way out of a conviction, I don't think you could, especially not if your past comes to light. Do you want to go back to those days, Ren, is that it?"

The actor clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists, and shook his head. "No, sir."

Lory took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Good. This is your last warning, Ren. If you ever do something like this again, I will turn you over to the police. Even if you can't find it in yourself to do it for you, do it for Kyouko." Ren looked at the other man sharply, but kept his mouth shut. "I don't want to see her cry, Ren, and I know you don't either, so the next time you get the urge to do something a little less than legal, think about the face she'll make when they drag you away in handcuffs."

Thoroughly ashamed, the man in question nodded. "I will. For what it's worth, I'm sorry, and…thank you, President Takarada. For everything," he said softly. The actor bowed respectfully, turned sharply and marched himself out of the luxurious office.

Lory stared at the oak doors for several moments before picking up his phone and dialing the Talent Section. "Sawara-san? Good morning to you as well. I called because I need a favor. Would it be possible to clear Mogami-kun's schedule for today? Oh? Today is her day off?" The LME president grinned. "Yes. Thank you, Sawara-san. Goodbye."

He hung up and dialed a different number, patiently waiting for the other end to pick up. "Hello, Mogami-kun? Oh, no, nothing's wrong. I need a favor. A sort of Love Me assignment you could say. You see…"

When Yashiro had informed Ren that his schedule for the rest of the day had been cleared, the actor had assumed President Takarada had wanted him to go home and reflect on his actions. Perhaps even accompanied by a few glasses of scotch. He certainly didn't expect to come home, and find a woman in his kitchen, cooking him lunch and looking perfectly as home in his apartment.

As he approached her, she turned her head and she flashed him a soft smile that was reflected in her amber eyes. "Welcome home, dear. Lory called me earlier and set me home with a letter for you." The woman dug around in her apron pocket for a moment before holding out a letter clearly addressed to him. "You can go read that while I finish making lunch. It'll be done in about ten minutes and you are going to eat some."

Ren nodded automatically, unable to wrap his head around the fact that Kyouko was in his apartment, cooking for him, calling him dear, and acting as if this too was her home. The entire scenario was out of one of his dreams, and it made him wonder if at some point he'd crawled into bed and went to sleep without realizing it. In an attempt to make sense of his current situation, Ren took a seat at his kitchen table—one with a full view of his kouhai looming over a pot on his stove—and opened the letter.

Ren,

As you have no doubt already seen if you are reading this letter, Mogami-kun is residing comfortably in your apartment for the moment, and will do so for the next twenty four hours as a Love Me assignment. For the remainder of today, and tomorrow morning, she will act as your newlywed spouse. Consider this punishment for your childish behavior, and take care,

Lory

Ren stared at the short, but pointed letter and did the only logical thing a man in his position could do: he banged his head repeatedly as the tabletop, stopping only after Kyouko came to investigate the loud, hallow thunks she heard. To make matters worse, she had insisted on kissing the lump on his forehead.

He had absolutely no idea how his sanity was supposed to survive the next twenty four hours. All Ren knew for sure was that Lory Takarada had just found an adept form of torture for his most talented actor. And that was before Kyouko noticed the red lace sticking out of his pocket.

The End