Heehee. A quick update! Now Katya Malfoy can't do whatever the "sinister smile" implied :)
Warning: This chapter isn't quite 'M' rated material, but it is rather violent. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat!
"I have something to say."
Murasame's eyes widened in surprise as he sat up on the couch where he was reclining. After a moment, a cocky grin lit his features. "Heh? This is a surprise. The little sister makes a move without her brother's consent. Well, come on in."
Setsu ignored his order, preferring to stay in the doorway. "I want you to quit mouthing off to nii-san. It's annoying."
Murasame clenched his fist in irritation. 'Mouthing off,' she said, as though he were a little kid getting scolded by his mother. He didn't like that. Not one bit. Standing up from the couch, he walked slowly towards the leather-clad girl. To her credit, she didn't back away or even appear nervous but calmly observed him as he drew near. Once he reached her, Murasame rested his forearm against the doorframe and bent over her, showing off his superior height and strength.
"And what if," he asked with a dark grin, "I don't feel like quitting?"
Setsu leveled him with a cold stare. "It's not my nii-san that's delaying filming. You are the one who refuses to work as a team. You have started each and every conflict, not nii-san." She paused and narrowed her eyes. "I'm warning you. You don't want to see nii-san truly angry." More specifically, he didn't want to see Kuon angry, and neither did she.
"The problem is that it's just not in my nature to admit defeat. I'm always the last one standing."
"Then it is your nature to be a masochist and a fool. You're digging yourself a grave and disrupting filming."
Murasame's response was interrupted when he heard voices coming towards them. Setsu took a step backwards to leave now that she had delivered her message. Whatever happened next was on Murasame's own head.
I'm not done with you yet, sneered Murasame, and he grabbed her wrist, yanking a surprised Setsu into his room. In a swift motion, he slammed the door shut and threw her against it with a thud. His arms formed a cage around her, and he whispered into her ear, "You're more naive than you look. You should know that a common strategy in gang wars is to steal the enemy's girl." Murasame pressed himself closer to her, grinding his hips against her as he forced her against the door.
Warning bells went off in Kyoko's head, but Setsu remained composed. "A brutish display of male stupidity is exactly what I would expect from you."
Murasame gritted his teeth in anger. Nothing he did fazed the girl. "Then I guess you're expecting this, too." Deftly, he sprung for her waist and threw her over his shoulder. In three long strides, he reached the couch and tossed her down on it.
If she had been surprised when he yanked her into his room, it was nothing to what she felt now. Setsu was fighting to maintain control of Kyoko's body while Kyoko herself was ready to shriek bloody murder. There was no time to think. Murasame put his knees on the couch and an arm on her shoulder, trapping her in a terribly vulnerable position.
Oh my - Shock and fear paralyzed Kyoko's body. Was he really -?
Mursame's free hand strayed to her knee, which Kyoko curled up instinctively to protect herself. His hand resisted her movement as he forced her knee back down to the couch. He was too strong. Fingers bit into her bare flesh until it was painful.
"So even you have some normal reactions," he whispered into her neck. "It makes me want to see what other expressions you can make."
H-he isn't joking! Kyoko realized with horror. Setsu was long gone. This was no time for composure and unconcern. A warm, moist sensation spread across her neck. Murasame put his tongue to use, trailing a line from her collarbone to chin. Kyoko lashed out with hand and clawed Murasame's cheek.
He didn't even wince, but he did pull his head away from her neck to look at her. "So you do have some fight in you. Looks like this will be more fun than I thought."
After the incident with Reino, Kyoko had researched what to do if such a thing should happen again. She had hoped she would never need to use such tactics. Jab my thumbs into his eyeballs, and thrust my knee into his other balls. Bite any exposed skin. Hard. But first, scream!
Kyoko opened her mouth with the intention of releasing a bloodcurdling scream, but Murasame anticipated her. The hand that had been on her shoulder moved to her mouth, gagging her and stifling her shriek. Kyoko lunged forward and bit his fingers as hard as she could. She grabbed frantically for his face to claw his eyes or break his nose. Quick as a flash, he grabbed both her hands and extended them behind her head. Her heart beat in terror.
"You know, I'm normally a pretty nice guy, but something about your brother ticks me off." He moved his face closer to her, and their lips nearly touched. "And something about you turns me on."
His right hand on her knee moved to the inside of her thigh, still pressing down firmly but moving dangerously close to the bottom of her skirt. His fingers spread out, touching as much of her as they could. Kyoko bucked wildly. All manner of reasoning flew from her mind as she contorted her body in an attempt to escape. But that was what Murasame was waiting for. The hand that had been restraining her leg suddenly shoved it outward, and he settled his knee between her thighs. His other leg pinned down Kyoko's, preventing her from kneeing him in the crotch.
"S-stop." Her voice was a whisper. Sheer terror immobilized her vocal chords. She couldn't even scream.
"Hmm. This is just a guess, but I think you'll be too ashamed to speak of this afterwards. Especially to your precious brother."
Murasame saw her eyes dilate in panic, and a twinge of unease struck his guilty conscience. He hadn't meant to take it this far. He just wanted to rough her up a little, make her see that she shouldn't underestimate him. But she was so goddamn hung up on that asshole brother of hers then had the audacity to treat him like a child.
It made him mad.
Now she lay under him, quivering. At the end of the day, she was just a girl, and he was a brute for doing this to her. He sighed and started to move off of her.
He wasn't fast enough.
The door to his dressing room opened with a crash.
Oh shit.
... ... ...
Kuon took in the sight of Kyoko and Murasame on the couch. Her eyes were panicked, gleaming with unshed tears of terror. Murasame was restraining her. His hands were -
Kuon moved.
Murasame sensed the imminent danger but was too slow to respond. Far too slow.
Kuon ripped him off Kyoko and flung him against the table. Murasame hit it with a resounding crash that threw the table against the wall.
No time to recover.
A punch to his chest. Murasame felt a searing pain as a rib broke.
A left hook to his jaw. He blocked it.
A sharp jab to his gut. It stunned him.
A leg came out of nowhere and connected. He flew backwards and tried to pick himself up.
He threw a punch that met only air as a fist smashed into his face.
Murasame couldn't counter. He was overwhelmed. His opponent was like a beast, sensing his every move, attacking in rapid succession.
Murasame stumbled.
Another rib broke.
Murasame grabbed for a chair to fling -
Kuon wrenched the chair from his grasp and broke it over Murasame's head.
Dazed, he aimed another punch at the demon.
Kuon caught the fist in his left hand and squeezed.
Pain surged up Murasame's arm. His fingers were broken.
Kuon backhanded him, and Murasame slammed into a wall. His legs couldn't support him, and a trail of red liquid was left in his wake as he slid down the wall.
Where did that come from? he wondered dimly.
Someone grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him off the floor until his feet dangled beneath him. Someone - who? - oh, yeah - he was fighting - someone - the brother - he was fighting the brother.
The ceiling moved. A knee rammed in the gut. He spewed something red from his mouth. Red? Was it blood? He didn't know.
Someone was yelling. Someone - a girl - a girl was yelling - telling him to stop - stop what? - he couldn't even move - oh - the other guy - she wanted the other guy to stop - that was nice of her. A dark cloud was obscuring his vision, but he heard something - something other than the girl yelling. Sounded like voices - voices and pounding footsteps.
... ... ...
"Kuon! He's unconscious! Stop!"
A feral grin lit his features. "So he is." Kuon held Murasame by his shirt, his body dragging the ground. Kuon raised his victim higher and reared back a fist to land another punch.
Footsteps and shouts neared them, and Kyoko knew she had only moments to act.
She lunged for Kuon's arm.
He paused and looked at her. "Let go." His voice was cold and unfeeling.
"No." She tried not to meet his eyes in their infinite darkness.
"I said let go."
"No!" She clung to it even tighter. "I won't allow you to damage your reputation and hurt yourself further. Not for this scumbag and not for me."
For the third time that day, the door to Murasame's dressing room burst open. Alerted by screams, several men on the crew had run to find the source. They moved past the door and stopped in horror when their eyes took in the scene before them.
What they saw was the limp body of Murasame hanging from Cain Heel's clenched fist and the sister holding onto his other arm, restraining him from dealing more damage. The center table was upended, and a metal-framed chair was bent out of shape.
"W-what?!" The director pushed through the men. He saw the blood spatters on the table, on the floor, a long stream of blood down the wall. He saw an unconscious Murasame whose shirt was held tightly by none other than the famed actor Ren Tsuruga. "What is going on here?!" No one answered him. "Ambulance," he said, grabbing whoever was nearest him. "Call an ambulance for Murasame. You," he yelled, grabbing another crew member, "go find clean clothes or towels. We can at least stop the bleeding from his forehead."
The director breathed deeply to calm his racing heart. "Tsu - no, Heel-san, let go of Murasame. Gently." He forced himself to meet Tsuruga-kun's eyes, and what he saw in them could have stopped his heart. He would have killed him. Tsuruga-kun really would have killed him!
"Nii-san," said Setsu, "do as he says. That guy can't hurt me anymore."
Oh gods, Murasame must have done something to Kyoko. I mean Setsu. I mean - I don't even know what I mean! "What the hell happened?!" he roared.
Kuon's eyes narrowed. He dropped the body of the weakling whose head clunked as it hit the floor and turned to face the director, who unconsciously took a step back. Kuon grinned, and Kyoko knew that whatever he said would damn him in the eyes of the crew and director.
"It's my fault," Kyoko interrupted. "I went to warn Murasame to stop baiting Cain, but then...he pulled me inside and -" Kyoko couldn't speak but pointed to the couch. "Nii-san came in a few minutes later."
The director had a pretty good idea of what happened, though he was shocked that Murasame would do something like that. He was thankful for Kyoko's sake that Tsuruga-kun had made it in time, but - He sighed. "I understand. For now, just step away from Murasame. Setsu, take - take your brother back to your dressing room. I'll come see you shortly. First, I must see to Murasame."
Kyoko tugged on Kuon's arm, and he allowed her to pull him forward. For no one else would he allow such a privilege. Only her. Besides, he had dealt with the enemy. In a way the arrogant actor would never forget. If the bastard ever made one move in her direction, he would kill him. Kuon grinned maliciously.
The men on the crew parted like the Red Sea, all scared to get too close to the murderous brother. Their fear was understandable.
... ... ...
A quarter hour later, the set of Tragic Marker was in chaos. Paramedics hurried to Murasame, and actresses cried as they held each other. The crew huddled together in patches. A few here. A few there. They all wore the same expression of shock and horror.
"The police came," said the director in Tsuruga-kun's dressing room. Kyoko and he were seated at the table while Tsuruga-kun rested almost lazily on the couch. It was a false front, the director knew. "They were discussing possible assault charges. They'll need to question you and -" He flicked his wrist at Tsuruga-kun, not quite able to face the actor. Not yet.
"Kantoku, I know he went too far, but he was protecting me! He's not the only one to -"
"Murasame certainly is at fault as well. I had no idea he would do something like that, and I apologize for his actions. But the fact is that one of my actors has been sent to the hospital by a fellow actor. I can't pretend this isn't serious," sighed the director in frustration. "He has at least three broken ribs, two broken fingers, and a concussion. If Murasame-kun wants to press charges, there's nothing I can do. I just don't know what Tsuruga-kun is thinking!" He spoke as if said Tsuruga wasn't in the room, but truthfully, the director couldn't find it in himself to speak to the actor. He was terrified of the dark aura permeating the room, and by not speaking up, Tsuruga-kun was acting as though he didn't give a damn about what happened to him. As though he didn't regret his actions in the slightest. It was a frightening nonchalance.
"He was thinking that his kouhai was in trouble."
You don't go berserk for a mere kouhai. The director's eyes finally skimmed over to Tsuruga-kun, and he shivered. Even now, he's watching me like a hawk, making sure I don't do something to her. If I made one wrong move, he would put in the hospital bed next to Murasame-kun.
A knock sounded on the door, and Kyoko rose to answer it. It was the police.
They questioned her, and she described the events that had taken place only a short time before, emphasizing how her brother defended her. They tried to question Kuon, but he remained silent. They told him what could happen if he didn't speak, warning him of the consequences. He was silent, and Kyoko was relieved. Anything Kuon might say would only make the situation worse.
At one point, a medic - a male medic - reached down to touch Kyoko's leg where Murasame's fingers left bruises, just to move the skirt a little. Kuon barely shifted, but the medic froze. Stammering apologies, he snapped a quick picture of the evidence and asked Kyoko to clip a few of her own nails which they would examine for Murasame's skin cells. More evidence that he had assaulted her and that she had fought back. It was a task that the medic would usually complete himself, but when the brother leaned back, relaxed once more, the medic knew he'd made the right choice.
The police didn't arrest Kuon. Not yet. They would wait until Murasame woke up and heard his testimony. Kyoko said she wouldn't press charges if Murasame didn't. Truthfully, they were inclined to arrest Cain Heel anyways. He was a danger to anyone who looked askance at his sister.
It was Kyoko who kept him from being arrested. She played her part beautifully, and the police were moved by her tears and pleas. She soothed their concerns and assured them that her brother would be reasonable - now that she was out of danger. The police were left with the impression of a brother who was understandably protective of his sister - the only family he had left in this world. She gave them her cell phone number and the address to their hotel, fully willing to cooperate, and for the final blow, she hinted that as she and her brother were from England, his arrest would be a messy affair.
The director had never been more grateful for her presence as he was desperate to keep Tsuruga-kun's identity a secret. If he were arrested and his name were leaked to the media, an unstoppable tempest would leave the entertainment world reeling. The director already didn't know what to do about his movie shooting. At best, production would be delayed. At worst, the entire movie would be canceled or remade with a new cast, but that was only if Tsuruga-kun wasn't discovered. If he were, the media would descend on him and the entire cast and crew in a violent frenzy.
"Kyoko-chan," he said when the police were gone. "Go back to the hotel and stay there until I can sort this mess out. I'm heading to the hospital now, but I'll keep you updated." He put his hand on the doorknob. "Tsuruga-kun, I have to contact Takarada-san. You can expect a call from him." The director closed the door behind him.
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They were alone, and the silence was severe.
Kyoko couldn't stand it. "You heard him. Let's go." She grabbed her handbag and flung her jacket over her shoulder. As she started for the door, she heard Kuon stand up behind her.
The hallway was deserted. Thank god. She didn't know what sort of expression was on her face, and she feared what she might do if anyone approached her. A little longer. Keep it together a little longer, Kyoko.
Stopping, she faced the wall and placed her hand on it for support. Just a minute. I need just a minute to pull myself together.
"Are you okay?" Kuon spoke for the first time since the fiasco.
Her shoulders shook as she fought down sobs. Just wait a little longer.
"Kyoko." Kuon reached for her and put his hands on her shoulders. She tensed as he turned her to face him.
"Are you okay?" he repeated.
She couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears raced down her cheeks in endless succession.
"It's all right," he soothed, stroking her hair. Surprised at his tone, Kyoko glanced up at him through tear-filled eyes.
Kuon stood before her. Unfettered. Unrestrained. He wasn't marred by darkness as when he fought Murasame. He was just terribly worried about her. For the first time, Kyoko was seeing the real him.
"It - it is not all right!" She pushed him away. "I was - I was so scared! I was helpless! Then you came and - Kuon, you idiot! You're in serious trouble! You shouldn't have defended me. Or at least you shouldn't have put him in the hospital!"
"I would do it a hundred times over." The darkness was back. His gut had clenched painfully when he thought of her helpless. He hated that. Hated thinking of Murasame touching her. The image was scorched into his mind as he once again quivered with anger. If he could do it over again, he would kill the bastard.
"But you shouldn't! It's wrong! You can't hurt people like that! Not for someone like me!"
His eyes narrowed. "Someone like you?" he questioned.
"You can't go risking your career for a pathetic person like me. A worthless kouhai. I couldn't even -" She broke down in sobs. All she had wanted to do was to help him. She had gone to Murasame to stop his antagonism but had only made things worse. Impossibly worse. Tsuruga-san was in danger because of her. She was nothing but weight around his neck - a weak, pathetic woman incapable of defending herself. Incapable of doing anything.
Kuon forced down his dark emotions. He had to concentrate on Kyoko right now. For her, he could become Ren again. He had to comfort her and calm her. Most importantly, he had to show her that she was not a worthless kouhai.
"Kyoko," Kuon said gently, "how many people do you think I call on a regular basis outside of work?" In confusion, she looked up at him, her eyes terribly red, and shrugged her shoulders in response. "Very few. How many people do you think I allow into my apartment? Even fewer. Kyoko, even Yashiro doesn't know the truth about my past, and yet I told you. Now why do you think that is?"
"H-heel siblings?" she stammered. Tears were choking her, but her attention was caught by something else. Kuon was smiling at her gently. Like one of Ren Tsuruga's divine smiles, it shed a warm light around him, capturing her in its brilliance.
"In part, but even then I wouldn't have told you if I didn't have the utmost trust in you. You," he said in a firm voice, "are not just any kouhai. You are precious to me."
Kyoko turned to stone. To that, she couldn't respond. She wouldn't let herself respond. He reached out again to touch her shoulder and draw her close, and Kyoko found herself shuddering.
Kuon frowned at her response before forcing out another smile, "Come what may, you are a very important person to me, and I don't regret annihilating that bastard."
Kyoko blanched.
He held out his hand and sighed, "Let's go back to the room and wait this out."
But Kyoko withdrew from his outstretched hand, clutching her stomach. She was trembling. "I can't be close to you," she finally whispered. "You are far too dangerous."
... ... ...
In disbelief, Kuon watched as Kyoko left, as she left him, and he came to a dreadful conclusion - one which sent a knife through his heart.
She wasn't just scared about what happened with Murasame. She was scared of him, of Kuon. He had finally scared her away as he knew he someday would. He had frightened the best person in his life. The one he loved. She had trembled when he touched her. She had paled when he spoke to her. She was afraid of him.
Unable to support himself, Kuon fell against the wall and slid down its side. He sat there for some time, could have been minutes, could have been hours. Wrapped in his anguish, he never would have noticed the reporter if the idiot had just remained silent.
Instead, a camera clicked as it took a picture, and the sudden break in deafening silence caught Kuon's attention. Glancing around, he didn't see anyone, but he smelled a rat. Kuon propelled himself off the ground and hunted. He would do anything to take his mind off Kyoko, and if he found an outlet for this welling anger, then that was all the better.
... ... ...
The reporter gulped. Tsuruga had heard him. The man must have the ears of an owl. Careful not even to breath, he moved away from the actor; it was time to make his escape.
He just couldn't believe everything he had seen! After he had run into the leather-clad girl twice more as he chased Kyoko, he had taken the girl's picture. An impossible thought tugged at a corner of his mind. That night, he developed the film and studied two pictures side by side: Kyoko and the fashionista. He couldn't believe it. He ran face scans on his computer to be sure. It was true. The girls were one and the same.
The day before, he'd watched her meet up with a tall, dark man. Not someone you would want to encounter in a dark alley. Today, he managed to sneak onto the set where Kyoko and the man disappeared. Now the reporter knew everything, and he was quivering in shock and excitement. He was right! The story was bigger than he ever could have imagined. Forget famous, he would go down in history! But first he had to get out of here.
Glancing around a corner, he saw that it was another empty hallway. He didn't know the layout of this studio well enough. That bothered him, but he had seen the opportunity to slip in so he did. And he certainly didn't regret -
Gloved hands grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth. The reporter cursed his carelessness, but he could still talk his way out of this - if the man moved his hand of course. His captor opened a door and threw him into the empty room. He landed with a jar and heard the lock click behind him. He righted himself and prepared to face the man and offer him a deal - a share of the earnings.
When he saw who it was, his brow broke out in a sweat.
Tsuruga.
Ren Tsuruga towered over him, but it wasn't the man that the whole of Japan knew as a brilliant and handsome actor. This one was different. He was dangerous. With cat-like grace, he swiped the camera off the floor.
"Eh? Nice pictures you have here." Tsuruga flipped through them one by one. His eyes darkened with anger. "These are from several days ago. It makes me wonder if you've already made backups."
"O-of course I do! Loads of them, and you'll be sorry if -"
A loud noise broke him off. His camera lay in tiny pieces on the floor. Tsuruga had smashed it against the wall. My beautiful camera, he moaned. My pictures. Tsuruga found the memory card and broke it into two. The reporter's heart sunk, but he couldn't dwell on that for long. What Tsuruga didn't know was that he had already changed the memory card once that day. He had pictures of Tsuruga and Kyoko together entering and leaving their hotel room. He had backups of almost every picture that was on the broken memory card while the newest pictures were safely tucked away on a card in his pocket.
Still, he quaked in his boots. Tsuruga was glaring at him with murderous intent. "We'll have to pay a little visit to your studio."
"Wh-what? No way! I'm not -"
Tsuruga lunged forward and grabbed his wrist, and a searing pain raced down his arm. The reporter groaned and fell to his knees.
"What is your name?"
This man was a devil. "K-kosuke."
"Well, Kosuke, lead the way."
Tsuruga guided them through the studio. He stayed directly behind Kosuke, still holding his wrist at a dangerous angle. If Kosuke tried to escape, his wrist would be broken mercilessly. They passed only two people, who frantically avoided the actor's gaze. Kosuke wanted to call out to them, but that might only bring him to the attention of the entire crew. He was a member of the press after all. Once they realized who he was, they would give him no help. Torn between the desire to keep his story safe and the fear that Tsuruga induced, he didn't notice when the actor bent down and grabbed a length of rope by the set.
Outside, Kosuke turned in the direction of the subway. With people around, he might stand a chance of escaping.
"No, no. Let's take your car," Tsuruga said almost affably, but the undercurrent was a threat. Get in the car. Now.
Kosuke scrambled for his keys. Tsuruga pushed him into the passenger's seat and tied him tightly with the rope. Kosuke's eyes bugged. "Are you crazy?!"
Tsuruga clenched his teeth in a cruel grin. "We can't have you trying to jump from car." He snatched the keys and rounded the car. He climbed in the driver's seat, not bothering to buckle his seat belt. "And I can't have you driving us. For all I know, you would speed to have the cops pull us over."
That was a really smart idea! Kosuke wished he'd thought of it. Not that it would do him any good.
"Have you shown these pictures to anyone else?"
Kosuke kept his lips together. Tsuruga's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Tsuruga bent his fingers at an impossible angle, and Kosuke cried out in pain.
"I asked you a question."
"N-n-no," he shook his frantically. "I-I t-told my b-boss that I-I had a s-s-story. A big o-one." It hurt!
"But he doesn't know anything beyond that?"
"N-no." Shit! I should have said that my boss knew everything, his mind raced, but looking at Tsuruga, he knew that was no good. The actor would know if he lied.
Kuon loosened his grip on Kosuke's wrist. "Now, which way to your studio?"
"I-I'm not t-telling you a t-thing!"
Tsuruga's smile was pure evil. Without another word, he broke Kosuke's right pointer finger, the one he used to snap pictures. His screams resounded in the car, but when Tsuruga made a move to break the next finger, he stuffed his unharmed fist into his mouth to silence his sobs.
"Kosuke, there are nine more fingers to go. Then ten toes."
"T-t-this is illegal," Kosuke choked, sobbing. "Y-you'll end up in j-jail."
"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you. Your situation is far more precarious."
Oh my god. He's gonna kill me!
"Y-you're a monster!" he cried. "An animal! A beast! Someone like you doesn't deserve to live!"
"You think so?" He cracked his fist. "I would think you'd be excited to see a new side of me. After all, you're about to get an exclusive interview with Ren Tsuruga."
Half an hour later, they entered Kosuke's studio. From every angle, everywhere Kuon looked, golden eyes gazed upon him. Pictures of Kyoko filled the room. Kyoko as Natsu. Kyoko with Sho. Kyoko at LME. Kyoko in the mall. Kuon's gut clenched painfully. Kyoko at home.
Deep inside Kuon's heart, there was a powerful jolt followed by a noise. He knew what he'd heard. It was unmistakable. The fearsome sound of the last chain breaking.
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A certain silver-haired, purple-eyed man shot up from his coffin. His eyes were wide with shock and maybe a little fear.
"What's the matter, Reino?" asked Miroku in surprise.
Reino pondered the question seriously. "I might need to leave the country."
"Why? We're in the middle of a tour."
Reino leaned over and clenched the bridge of his nose. He let out an agitated breath. "No, it looks like I'm not the primary target. Though there's no way he's forgotten about me, I'm safe for now, at least." He stood and searched through his belongings. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed a number.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm calling Kyoko."
"What for?"
"To tell her that the lion has left his den."
I honestly don't think that Murasame is stupid or cruel enough to treat Kyoko like that, but maybe it's not completely unreasonable either. Regardless, I needed a villain to make Kuon snap, and Murasame was ready-made. Now the reporter is in deep trouble. I feel bad for him. Do you think I made Kuon too violent?
Please review! This is my first fanfic and the first violent scene I've ever written. How was it?