AN: So I guess nobody recognized the previous songs as nobody guessed. The first song was Gallows Bell made by buzzG sung by Hatsune Miku originally. The second song was Magnet by minato sung by Hatsune Miku and Megurine Luka. I do not own those, nor the translations. In fact I own no song I use since I am terrible at writing songs. And if I owned Skip Beat, this wouldn't be a FANfiction but it would be canon.
Side note, Magnet was on a dare with my wonderful beta-reader since it is said (and very much seems) to be a lesbian love song. However when I searched the lyrics and translyrics she noticed how well it fit the Heel-siblings, thus the previous chapter was born.
In this chapter Ren and Kyoko won't actually interact but I tried to make it flow. Feel free to guess again, and reviews really make me write faster ^.^
Enjoy!
It's like a storm is going round in my head. Setsu is locked in the box, together with some other things, which I don't want to name. I'm not sure if I could. Setsu's imprisonement isn't the only reason for this storm inside my head.
Nightmares have been plaguing me ever since I woke up next to Cain. I have trouble sleeping now. The nightmare each have been different, but every single one of them ended with Sho taunting me with my promises against love.
Each time I wake up in the Darumaya, alone in my dark room it reminds me of my time in the Fuwa ryokan. And I relive the pain, the feeling of waking up each day, hoping to be loved, knowing nobody can ever love me.
The dear angels, grown in the light of Cain's fake love try to deny it, but I know better. My mother couldn't stand the sight of me, I was incapable of satisfying her expectations. And my attempt love, well Sho also couldn't stand the sight of me.
Deep in the darkness of my mind, my grudges are once again burning the word love. The angels are protesting against the burning of the reason for their existence. And I feel both sides are preparing to wage war inside my head. And I notice that I wouldn't mind it. If they want war, why not today, if it soothes this storm.
Today I have no acting jobs anyway. Today I am alone, cleaning the music studios. Moko-san and Amamiya-san are on away for their missions the whole day. It has been a while since we all did a job together. Well, we all have this lyrical job, but we don't really work together now.
My grudges have finished the ritual burning of love and begin to chant: 'You cannot live without the fire, this heat will strengthen our master. We've been born to live and fight the hurtful love all the way!' Deep inside I know that love will always bring pain, for that is what I have known for all of my life. I know I cannot be loved without being hurt, I already accepted that when my mother left me. So many people left me because they could not love me …
My subconsciousness is rearranging my thoughts into lines, like it tends to do lately. I will write them down later. For now I'll just focus on cleaning the mess that is this studio.
Those who left it in such disarray probably thought they were creating trouble. But this isn't the worst I have seen. At the Fuwa's drunk customers regularly gave more trouble. My grudges pop out, arming themselves with my fury and anger towards that stupid Shotarou. I have been raised to handle the madness of a ryokan alongside him, but he was never there for me. I'm on my own. I've got nothing to lose anymore, for my dreams are mine. My dreams may turn into nightmares but before that they are my dreams. So are my daydreams …
Footsteps down the hall pull me back from the LaLa-land of fairy tales, right I should be cleaning now. It's no use to get lost in my own fantasies, they won't come true anyway.
In my subconsciousness I notice a verbal war has broken out. The grudge-demons are still scanting about the fire of hate, which strengthened me. The love-angels are chanting that I cannot hide from the love that is inside me, I cannot walk away from it. I let them 'debate' and continue cleaning the studio. All the trash has now been removed, but there are still stains from spilled foods everywhere.
I try to avoid pushing any buttons or switches on the control board as I clean, I'll get yelled at if I mess something up.
As I finish cleaning the 'control' room and move on to the studio my inner minions seem to have reached a compromise as the storm which has been raging inside me has quietened down.
* Kyoko's mind's eye *
The oldest angel shakes the leading grudge the hand. Both look disgusted by the contact but just seconds before both signed the following:
'Nobody will need to fear us, minions of master Kyoko. Unless they have a dark heart and vile intentions. Those who prey on the innocent, and vile ones as described above will not be able to hide. Darkness will not save them from us, those who have 'evil' intentions will be hunted down by us, like the animals they are. Those caught, will be thrown in the deepest abysses of hell.
Thus we,
Angels of Love and Innocence
and
Grudges of Betrayal and Hate
solemly vow.
To protection of our master, Mogami Kyoko-sama.'
*The next day after the team meeting of LME*
"Sawara-san, you remember I asked you to get one of the LoveMe-girls to clean the 'Angel' studio?" Nakazawa-san asks the head of the talent department.
"Yeah, I remember, I assigned that task to Mogami-kun, she seems to enjoy cleaning."
"Ah, is that so. Well she got a 100 points, it was spotless. But that wasn't why I asked. When I went to check it after she had finished I noticed the installation was still recording. I doubt she noticed, she has no idea of how it all works. But the tape that was accidentally made ended up on the desk of one of my employees. He listened to it, thinking it was an audition tape, well listen for yourself." Nakazawa-san hits play on the sound installation of the room and faint sounds fill the conference room. First it is faint, a distant humming in a different room, but then the voice suddenly becomes more distinguished, as if the owner entered the studio room from the control room while singing. -what had been the exact case-
The singing suddenly stops but then begins again, apparently from the beginning of a song.
By now Lory, who had been waiting for Sawara-san just outside, re-enters.
"Who is singing? We must hire her! She is truly exquisite, to be able to express so much emotion in one song! Did she write it herself?" Lory's enthusiasm doesn't fit his roman senator costume, but his face is particularly shining at the discovery of this great voice.
"Ah, president, we have already hired her, …" Nakazawa-san cannot even finish his sentence before he gets interrupted.
"What! Who? Don't tell me this is Matsunai-kun's new song? I never thought she would try something beside the pop she has been doing up until now."
"No, we believe it is the LoveMe number one, Mogami Kyoko. Eh, president?"
At Sawara-san's words Lory's face rapidly changes. The happy, almost blissful expression becomes, sad and tearful.
"So, she isn't singing about the beautiful fire of love. Why isn't she singing a love song!"
Everybody in the building is then startled a loud wail, a wail like a dying lion might cry when he sees his family murdered. Well, not everybody, one thespian is too lost in his own thoughts.
She truly surprised me I never thought Setsu would be so demanding. Kyoko must be freaking out by now, Setsu overstepped her boundaries big time. But I am also to be blamed, I could not hold Cain back, I was unable snap out of the act. Still, I am not sure if I wanted to stop it. Her fingers on my chest enchanted me, her soft lips …
"Ren? Will you accept that offer?"
"Yeah, I think so, it seems interesting." I have no idea which offer Yashiro means, but if I admit I was distracted, he'll know something happened between the Heel-siblings.
I glance at the script in my hand, the summary reads:
"Takeshi Torais a girl raised by her master, he taught her all about martial arts so that she could compete in the ultimate competition. What Toradoesn't know is that her master bears a curse, that curse is bound by the tattooedeyes he bears on the left side of his chest and back. When she 'inherits' her master's curse her life changes drastically. She has to enter high-school but at night she roams the streets as Mouko, fighting gangs. While on the streets she meets a young masked man, who starts fighting on her side. She falls in love with him despite knowing next to nothing about him." The part they offered me is the part of Tomari Ryū the young man who Mouko falls in love with. What Mouko doesn't know is that Ryu also works at her school as the PE teacher Tsukai Haku.
His mask will depict a dragon. This drama is the debut of the actress who'll play Mouko, so it comes with a contract to keep silent about it. The secrecy about this project will set the tone for the secrecy depicted by the movie, so very little will be released. The actors who get the roles don't know who else has been offered, not who accepted. 'It smells like the boss.'Kuon just has to add. I agree with him, but I it's going to be directed by director Okuya. After 'The Scarlet Dice' and the fiasco with that child-actress he did very little other projects.
"I think this will be very interesting. Tell them I accept."
The sounds of an organ fill my room before I hit the mute button. I don't want to hear that guys song, though it became quite popular. I like the video way more than the song itself anyway. It is actually sad that I am watching her in her roles because she won't face me now. I know for sure Kyoko will squirm out of any arrangement which puts us alone in one room. So out of desperation I am watching the 'Prisoner' music video.
Her angel, captivates me, she is so innocent and pure, just like she used to be …
I wish I had her, so I can allow myself a moment of love. 'My sweet sister is more of an angel, despite seeing my darkness she sticks close.' Cain cuts into my thought process, annoying Kuon who snaps back: 'Then I wish I had your angel tonight.' I cannot help but agree with him. Setsu admits love, she acts love. Setsu is unhurt by it, unafraid. But I am not worthy, for deep into that dying day, I took a step outside my innocent heart. I then hurt people, I hurt my parents and killed my best friend. So if Setsu or Kyoko were to love me, she'd need to prepare herself to hate me for my crimes. And the night she finds out will likely hurt her like never before. Even Fuwa's betrayal seems like a white lie compared to the net of lies I spun to keep her safe.
Even when she was only six I lied to her. 'I loved her, though I could act on it then.' Kuon adds regret woven into his voice. And I agree 'Old loves die hard' especially when its her.
Cain, feeling left out lashes at us 'old lies die harder, or so it seems.' He is right, of course, I cannot tell her I am no fairy. I cannot tell her the truth about my family. 'I wish I had your angel Kuon.' Her innocent smile, her every manner is so dear to me. I can never think straight when she's involved, especially when she is so daringly dressed as Setsu. Even her Natsu gets to me. 'It seems to 'me' that 'we' are in love with 'our' lust' Kuon summarizes. His use of the plural is accurate since no matter who's in charge 'we' can't help but follow her with our eyes. But I also know that the same lust will burn her angel innocence, her wings. If I go on like last night I'll reduce her wings to dust.
I resent my frail self-control, she only asks a kiss and I want a thousand things more. I know she has been hurt but I cruelly want her no matter what her feelings are. She must hate me now for giving in to Setsu. That drunken disguise which is called Cain changed all the rules. 'Hey, I may like my booze but I would not become drunk and trouble my sister!' Cain loudly protest against my thoughts.
'I wish I had your angel Ren! She has been hurt, sure, I'll chase that jerk down and cherish her. I could be with her forever!' Cain cries out. He cannot have his sister, he knows that, so he wants my hurt princess.
It would be the greatest thrill, to hunt her. Not to kill but to have her, the prize of the night.
'I' am a hypocrite, wanna be friend. 'I' say 'I' won't hurt her but we betray her by loving her. 'I' stole her 'first' kiss in Guam. Her every touch is 'my' bliss. But her beauty always brings 'my' darkest thoughts. 'I' would hurt her, 'I' would destroy her if she ever found out 'my' love, 'my' lust.
On the screen of my tv her face is shown, the last tear dries on her cheek as she smiles. She watches him fall and her wings burn to dust. Her smile turns into an evil grin, the love is destroyed.