Author Note: Special thanks to CelestialMoon17, who revised this story / chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat!

Chapter 4

Eating the Little Bird

Kyoko was disturbed.

She had never thought in a million years that the shy Tsuruga-san would attack her like that. What was more, she had never thought she would surrender to and actually enjoy his touch. He was so much different from his usual self. Ren had been confident and sexy. He could easily seduce any woman with only his smile. He could bring heaven upon a woman with a mere flick of his tongue.

"If you care about yourself I advise you to do what I say."

That was what Kijima-san said. Did he know that something like this would happen? Well he must've known something would happen. After all he did try to warn me. But this Tsuruga-san…I want to meet him again, and talk with him. Because even if I liked what he did to me, he still did it without asking my permission. My lips were still pure and innocent until he deflowered them. He must take responsibility for what he did-

"Hello! Earth to Kyoko." Kanae waved a hand in front of her face. Kyoko blinked. She hadn't realized that Kanae had been trying to get her attention for the last few minutes. She had called her name three times but hadn't gotten a response. Finally Kanae resorted to waving her hands in front of her face. It worked.

"Oh Moko-san, what's up?"

"What's up? What's up with you? I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. I called your name and you didn't answer. What's going on?"

"Nothing." She couldn't say that she had been seduced by Ren's playful tongue and hands. She would keep it a secret until she could figure things out. "I was just thinking about what happened in my earlier class. I have a rather strange homework assignment, and I'm not sure how to start it."

"Well I'm not interested in matters related to school. However, I want to know the origins of that beautiful hickey on your white neck."

Hearing her words, Kyoko searched for a mirror in her purse, and saw the huge, dark hickey on her neck. Remembering his lips on her neck, Kyoko couldn't help but shiver; not only had he deflowered her virgin lips, but Ren had even marked her as his own. She obviously couldn't say any of this to Kanae, so she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"I hit myself."

"Really? How?"

"I don't remember. You know I bruise easy. Maybe it was from the party last night."

Kanae crossed her arms and glared at her friend.

"We both know that you didn't hurt yourself. So who were you making out with? Was it Sho?"

"Of course not!" she felt offended by her words, like that blonde guy would ever be able to get close to her in such a position. "He didn't touch me at all, and never will."

"Well then who was it?"

Kyoko kept silent. Kanae raised an eyebrow at her.

"I would laugh for a month if it was Tsuruga-san who gave you that mark." Kyoko froze.

"Don't be silly Moko-san. Why would he do something like this to me? There is no way I would end up beneath him on an infirmary bed, and have his mouth on my neck, licking and sucking my skin. No freaking way!"

Kanae's eyes practically fell out of their sockets. Even if Kyoko was well known at school, the person who knew her best was Kanae, and she knew that Kyoko had just revealed something crucial to her. Kyoko tended to be rather naïve around her close friends. Kanae found it funny the way Kyoko gave herself away.

"So it was him? You and Tsuruga-san were in that kind of position?" Kanae was completely shocked. She couldn't understand how her friend could have ended up beneath a man like Tsuruga-san; he was just so…nerdy.

Kyoko glared at her friend and then turned away.

"I don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone."

Ren – the nerd Ren – was walking quietly towards his home. On his way home a drunken man bumped into him.

"Watcha doing? You punk apologize to me!" The drunk requested. "Youngsters these days show no respect for old ones."

"I am sorry sir, but I wasn't the one who bumped into you. Because of the vast quantity of alcohol you have put into your system, you're now unable to walk straight. You bumped into me."

"Shut up ya stupid punk." The drunken man moved to punch Ren. Ren swiftly moved to dodge his fist; it didn't hit his face, but it hit his glasses which clattered onto the cement.

"Oh…I am free again." The drunken man hadn't stopped and was now swinging a second punch, but this time Ren stopped his fist, and grabbed him by the collar of his suit jacket. The look on his face would have scared anyone. Ren had a murderous intent.

"You listen to me pal: the only reason I won't tear you to pieces is because you did me a favor when you attacked me. I advise you to cease your violent temper and go home quietly. Or else you will know the degree of my violence." Ren threw the man to the ground, and headed towards the first clothing shop he saw.

Tonight he intended to have some fun, and his current attire was inappropriate. After getting some new clothes, his next stop would be the club.

Tonight Ren's other self would explore the limits of his youth.

Why was Kyoko here tonight? Oh yeah, because Kanae dragged her there. It was Friday, and she needed some stress release. Of course Kanae couldn't go alone, so she dragged her friends along to the club.

Kyoko was surrounded by boys who wanted her to join them on the dance floor. But she was in no mood for it. Her thoughts were constantly flooded with Ren's face, and the actions with his expert tongue and fingers. Her face became flushed as she grew hot just remembering it.

Kyoko was sitting at the bar sipping a drink, when she saw from the corner of her eyes a shadow of a familiar person. She turned her head and she saw Ren. He was surrounded by two girls and his hands were touching their bodies very intimately.

Kyoko saw red. Hours before when he had stolen her first kiss, he promised they would finish what they started, and here he was touching other females. Those hands are meant to touch only me. What a bastard. Kyoko was jealous. Furiously she got up from her seat at the bar and approached him. Once she was within arm's length she roughly shoved aside the two young girls.

"I don't think he needs you anymore. Get away from him. Now!" her tone was demanding, and she had a look of pure venom on her face. The girls receded into the background. Now Kyoko turned her wrath onto Ren.

"Well, well aren't you quite the playboy! Did you really think that you could touch others after what you have done to me?"

"Well hello to you." Ren's voice was oozing with seduction; it made her knees go weak. Without warning he grabbed her hand and quickly led her to a place where no one could see them – the ladies restroom. He tossed her inside, and after making sure they're alone, he shut and locked the door.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? You're a guy. You aren't supposed to be in here!" He paid no mind to her words. Instead he rapidly closed the distance between them and crushed his mouth against hers.

"I missed you, my little bird." he whispered between kisses.

She melted into his arms, thoroughly enjoying the kiss. The depths of her mouth were explored by his skillful tongue playing with hers; their tongues battled for dominance.

While he tasted her with his tongue, his hands lifted off her blouse touching her hot, bare skin. She moaned into his mouth. The pleasure he brought her was unimaginable. Her arms wound around his neck bringing him closer to her mouth, deepening the kiss.

His hands went around her slim waist lifting her up on the marble sink. Their lips did not part for even a second. For the first time in his life, he wanted to feel more of this woman.

Through the eyes of his other self Ren, he had watched her carefully; the way her body swayed when she walked, the way she laughed when she was with her friends. Unconsciously he had fallen for her, and desired her with every part of his being.

That day in the infirmary, he had desperately wanted to make her his. He wanted to feel her naked body under his; he wanted her to squirm beneath him, and sing his name in pleasure when she reached her peak.

Now he has her in his arms. His hands wandering over her bare back, their tongues creating an erotic dance, and her lithe legs wrapped around his waist. He was so close to making her his.

His hands eventually settled on the straps of her bra pulling them down. His expert hands undid the clasp of her bra and Kyoko gasped suddenly as a blast of cool air hit her bare front. His hands moved their attention to her full breasts. He gently cupped the mounds with his big hands. Kyoko moaned at his actions and she arched her back into his welcoming hands.

Now his warm, wet mouth left hers, travelling down on her neck. He licked and kissed the mark he had left before, and then a second later he sucked at it reinforcing his statement of possession. Kyoko was his, and he would make sure everybody knew it.

Kyoko moaned at his ministration over her body. With his hands and tongue he brought heaven upon her. Her small hands started to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to feel his bare skin under her hands. Her hands could feel the hardness of his chest. His body was big and strong and she wanted to see it all.

Suddenly in a fit of passion, Kyoko ripped his shirt off. She began running her small hands up and down his chest. Her hand movement mimicked the kisses which she began trailing down his neck. His hands reached the band of her jeans. He looked into her eyes for confirmation. He could not do something she did not want him to do.

"Ren…" her eyes were hazy, filled with pure lust and desire for him. In her eyes he could see her consent. Ren unzipped her jeans, and pulled them down her hips, as well her black lace underwear.

For the first time in her life a man was looking at her naked body. He seemed like wanted to devour her with his fingers, mouth and tongue. For him, she was like a goddess.

His mouth closed over her the tender nipple on her right breast while his hand crept up her thigh. He was so close to her feminine spot that Kyoko couldn't hold back the moan of anticipation. She wanted to be touched by his magic hands, and he did. His hand found her hot core.

"Ren…" she whispered his name in pleasure. She tried to keep her voice low, but with his hands touching her womanhood she didn't know how much longer she could keep herself quiet. There was a storm rapidly building inside her, and when it was unleashed, Kyoko had no idea what was going to happen.

Ren's expert fingers pressed lightly on her clit, and he began rubbing it, feeling the nub harden under his touch. Small whimpers came from the back of Kyoko's throat. She pushed her hips forward increasing the pressure.

"Ren…"

"What do you want my little bird?" his voice was husky, the desire and lust evident. "Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you."

"I want you, Ren." she blushed furiously. Kyoko had just asked a man to do perverted things to her.

"If my little bird wants me so badly…" he didn't finish his sentence as his middle finger thrust deep into her hot, wet core. Her yelp was eaten by his mouth.

His kiss was rough, demanding. His thrusting finger moved in and out of her. She was completely invaded by him.

He could feel she never been with a man before and this pleased him. After tonight, he would not let anyone touch her. He would make her his, soul and body.

His pace increased. Kyoko felt a strange sensation forming in her lower stomach. Ren inserted another finger, working her up until finally the storm that had been brewing inside her erupted and she let go. Kyoko felt her muscles quivering and shaking and the wetness seeped out of her, the juice soaking his fingers.

Kyoko leaned he back against the sink and tried to take a few deep breaths. She was panting heavily. The orgasm had hit her hard. After a moment she leaned forward and her hands touched his belt. He backed away from her. Kyoko was confused; she had thought that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She felt hurt.

Seeing the look on her face, he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss. Then he pulled away slowly.

"My little bird…when it's time for you to become a full fledged woman, come to me again. I promise you won't feel just my finger moving inside you." He gave her a suggestive wink and she blushed.

"What are you saying?" her pain was replaced by embarrassment. "In case you haven't noticed I am a woman. What do you think I am, some little girl?" Now Kyoko was outraged.

"You know what I mean my little bird." He whispered into her ear.

Ren stepped away from her and washed his hands. Kyoko watched him as he moved towards the door and unlocked it. When he was about to open the door she asked him one last question.

"Why didn't you finish? You know very well I wanted you to." she couldn't let him go without knowing why.

"My little bird, do you want your first time to be in a random club restroom? I could return and finish what we started, but I want your first time to be something you'll never forget. A place with a bed. Somewhere where I can take my time and ravish you properly."

"Oh." It was the only thing Kyoko could think of saying. She jumped off the marble sink and quickly got dressed.

"Don't worry little bird we'll see each other again soon enough, and then we will finish where we left off." Then he opened the door and left.

He was nowhere to be found when Kyoko came out.

Kyoko left the club without saying goodbye to her friends. That night she could only think of the man who had her under his mercy, the man she had desired since she had first seen him only hours ago.

It was Saturday.

Normally Kyoko wouldn't be at school during the weekend, but she had an important project that was due early next week and she needed study material. Kyoko also had an ulterior motive. She thought that by being at the University, a place of study and academics, she would be able to erase him from the corners of her mind. She really just needed a few hours of peace.

Kyoko was deeply immersed into the world of Art History when a loud noise of fallen books made her lift her gaze up from her reading. A young girl had bumped into the infamous Kijima. Seeing him, Kyoko waved her hand at him signaling for him to join her.

Kijima reluctantly approached her.

"What do you want?" he hadn't the mood to talk with anyone. Last night he had been forced to look after Ren again, and he hadn't been too pleased about it.

"Well good morning to you too! Listen, I know you aren't in the mood to talk, but I need to talk to you about Ren. It's important."

Exasperated he took a seat, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently, making his annoyance clear.

"I've noticed that Ren has a different personality when his glasses are off."

Now Kijima looked at Kyoko. She had his full attention now.

"You took off his glasses? Are you dumb, or do you just pretend to be? Didn't I specifically tell you not to do something which would require him to take off his glasses? What the hellhappened, and why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Kyoko held up her hands in a gesture of defense.

"Hey, just to let you know it was an accident, not intentional."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're dumb. So what happened?"

She blushed. It was enough for him to know that something had happened. Kyoko didn't want to go into the details about it. It was very personal. But Kijima wasn't stupid; he knew what Ren's other self did to women.

"I see. He charmed you with his seductive smile. You're not the first one."

"I want to talk about this other side of Ren. The one without the glasses."

"What about him?"

"I am curious as to why he's so different. His two personalities are completely opposite. What caused this?"

"Last time I checked I wasn't a psychologist. You're asking the wrong person here."

"You know about his two personalities, so I figured you'd know why they're so polar opposite."

"All I know is what I have been told. Once, Ren was a normal boy, but at some point in his childhood he felt the need to create another self to protect himself. That self was his nerd version."

"You're saying the Emperor of the Night is the original?"

Emperor of the Night? "Yeah, the man who likes to seduce women is the original. However, he wasn't nearly so loose in the beginning."

"Then what made him like this?"

"Because he spends too much time locked inside of his nerd self. He goes crazy when he's free, which as you might have guessed, doesn't happen all that often."

"What made him to create another version of himself?"

"He got a lot of attention from girls, and this brought him pain. He was stalked by so many girls that he felt the need to protect himself from them. Soon enough the nerd version was created, and those crazy girls disappeared. However the impact on the real Ren was too strong and his real personality suffered changes as well. The longer he was locked inside, the more his behavior became deviant."

"How deviant?" Kyoko had an idea, but she hoped she was wrong.

"He cannot stay still when he's around girls. He would seduce them all and make them his. He has no limits around the female populace."

"He does that thing with girls he doesn't even like?" In the corner of her mind she hoped he was doing that thing with her because he felt something for her. She hoped she wasn't just another girl on his 'list'.

"I do not know what he feels for those women. If you want to know if he has feelings for you, then you need to ask him. I do not know what the real Ren thinks about you."

"Thanks for answering my questions. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

"However, I do want one more thing from you: Ren's address." Kijima sighed, but seeing the look on her face decided to comply with her request. He wrote out Ren's address and gave it to her.

"Just be careful alright?" he said. Kyoko nodded and Kijima stood up from the table and walked away.

Kyoko watched him go, and then after a few minutes she got up and took her books and left. Her mind was filled again with thoughts about him, and some weren't pleasant. Half of her heart cried, and the other half hoped that he had real feelings for her. She knew deep down that she had fallen in love with him. Her heart would break into tiny little pieces if her feelings weren't reciprocated.