Ren growled as he read the line. He waded the paper back up and threw it in the trash can again.

"Don't worry. She won't get away with it. The President knows how to take care of his own."

"If you're sure…" Kyoko still felt uneasy about it.

"Forget it. In the mean time, we need to go shopping."

"Shopping? What on earth for?"

"You'll see." Ren grinned.

Kyoko stared as she stood in front of the most exclusive boutique in Japan.

"Ren… What are we doing here? Kyoko asked tentatively.

"We are here to get you the clothes you need for the rest of the surprise."

Kyoko stared at him as he dragged her into the shop. As they entered, they were met by a woman with her silver hair styled into the most becoming updo for her face shape and style. She held herself elegantly and confidently. She reminded Kyoko of an Okami.

"Welcome back, Tsuruga-san. And what can we help you with this morning?" They lady asked.

"I need an outfit for this lovely young lady." Ren stated, looking at Kyoko with glowing eyes. Kyoko colored under his glance.

"And for what type of event shall we be dressing her for?"

"Here are all the details. I trust you will be able to supply something appropriate?" Ren handed a sheet of paper to the lady.

"Of course. If you will just sit there for a few moments, we will have completed looks prepared momentarily."

With that, she moved to the back room, which seemed to be the signal for several other attendants to immediately appear. Some of them brought snacks and drinks forward, while others began to take measurements and take notes on Kyoko's appearance. After they were done, Kyoko flopped down on the couch.

"Good Lord. I have been fitted before, but not quite like that. What exactly is going on Ren? This place doesn't just provide outfits to anyone."

Ren contemplated her for a second, and then seemed to come to a conclusion. He leaned forward and took her hands. If there was anytime to tell her, it was now. He had spent too much time running away from her, and he would not make the same mistake again.

"Kyoko. There is something that I need to tell you. The reason I am welcome here anytime is because… well, it's sort of my family's business."

Kyoko's eyes widened. Then her brow furrowed as she tried to remember something.

"Wait the owner of this place is that world famous model…"

"Yes, it is. More recently known as Julie Hizuri."

"You're related to Father?!" Kyoko looked surprised.

"Well, not just any kind of related. They are sort of… my parents."

Ren closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. Nothing happened. When Ren opened his eyes, he was faced with a frozen Kyoko.

"Kyoko…? Ummm… hello?" Ren waved his hand in front of her face. She blinked in surprise.

"So wait… you're…. Kuon?"

"Yes."

"And a while back, Father told me about his son… and I realized that Kuon was…. Corn."

Ren froze at the knowledge that she had figured out that much. He hadn't been planning on revealing everything at once.

"Which means that you are… Corn?" Kyoko's eyes widened.

"Kyoko, I…"

"We are ready for you, madam." The lady manager walked in, followed by several girls, each holding a different outfit.

"Of course." Kyoko put a smile on her face and walked over to the ladies who lead her to a changing room.

Ren sat there with his head in his hands. How had she figured it out? Dad must have talked about the trip they had taken, and where they had gone. Kyoko was sharp about everything, except for anything that seemed to have to do with her personally. He was glad she had already agreed to spend the day with him, as after today, she would probably never want to see him again.

Ren looked up as he heard a collective gasp from the ladies. They filed out and held the curtain back as Kyoko stepped out. Ren's heart stopped.

Kyoko was wearing a form fitting evening gown that was made of a series of blue shades and dropped at the hips. The top was a sleeveless sweetheart neckline with a line of crystals settled just under the bust. The fabric faded from a midnight blue at the top to a pale ice blue at the bottom. The sheerness of the top layer was complimented by the shimmer of the material. The bottom of the dress was a high-low style, showing an elegant pair of silver heels that wrapped round her legs like ballet slippers. A pair of sapphire and diamond teardrop earrings added a perfect touch of elegance with a matching necklace delicately placed around her neck. Her hair had been pulled back into an elegant French twist. A few thin silver bracelets rested against her right wrist. A light touch of make-up highlighted her beautiful face.

Ren couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Kyoko blushed under the intensity of his gaze.

"Well… What do you think?"

"You look… incredible." Ren was barely able to breathe out the words.

"Kyoko, I… I'm sorry." Ren hung his head. Kyoko looked at the ladies of the shop, and , as if by magic, they disappeared. Kyoko moved to lift his head. Ren looked at her, surprised.

"There is nothing to apologize for. I have never known you to do something without a good reason. You may not always tell me what that reason is, but I trust you. And I can imagine a secret like The Tsuruga Ren's real name is a secret that is kept on some serious lockdown." She smiled gently. "I am glad you trusted me enough to tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Ren's eyes were wide as he listened to Kyoko tell him she was ok with everything he had just revealed to her. She wasn't rejecting him. As that thought registered in his mind, he felt himself floating up to cloud 9.

"And I must say, it is good to see you again, Corn." Kyoko grinned as she teased him with the old nickname she had bestowed upon him.

Ren laughed in relief.

"I just didn't have the heart to correct you back then. You were so small, and so excited at the thought of a fairy prince being your friend, I just didn't want to disappoint you."

"You were sweet. And I have always considered you my best friend." Kyoko laughed. "Both as Tsuruga Ren and as Corn. Don't tell Kanae." Her eyes softened as she looked at the man who she wished so desperately was more than a friend.

A throat cleared to the right of the changing room. Both of them looked to see the manager waiting with her eyes averted, ever the soul of discretion and professionalism.

"Will Mogami-san be wearing the ensemble out?"

Kyoko looked expectantly at Ren, who nodded and handed the manager a card. He looked back at Kyoko with pride in his eyes.

"Mom will be happy to know that this dress looks so extraordinary on you."

Kyoko's eyes widened. "Mom? Oh boy, so what exactly am I supposed to call Father now? And he had always insisted I feel comfortable enough to call his wife either Julie or Okaa-san." Kyoko began to worry her lip. Ren chuckled at her dilemma.

"I have a feeling that they would both be very hurt if you suddenly stopped calling them what you usually call them."

"True, Father is an oya-baka. And now that I know you are his son, I can't believe I didn't put the pieces together sooner. I can see now where you got that puppy pout from."

Ren bust out laughing.

"Him being an oya-baka is an understatement." Kyoko laughed as Ren joked about his father. She liked seeing this side of him.

The manager came back and handed Ren his card. She snapped her fingers and a girl arrived carrying a white faux fur stole.

"Compliments of the store, madam."

As the shop girl placed the stole around Kyoko's shoulders, Kyoko gasped at the softness.

"Are you sure?! It's absolutely beautiful!"

"Of course madam." The manager smiled softly at the young woman. "It looks exquisite on you."

"Thank you so much." Kyoko's eyes shone gratefully.

Ren went and was fitted in a suit he had previously ordered. Kyoko blushed as he offered her his arm.

They drove in comfortable silence until both of their stomachs growled in unison. They looked at each other and laughed. They had spent several hours at the shop and the remnants of their brunch had long since become nothing more than a memory.

Ren stopped at a 5-star restaurant, where they were escorted to a private booth. After much prodding from Kyoko and minor resistance from Ren, they both finished their dinner and headed back out.

"Ren, where exactly are we going?" Kyoko asked for the twentieth time.

"You will see when we get there." Ren replied, smiling at her impatience.

The evening began to grow dark as they continued to drive. Ren pulled up to a large building with beautiful lighting. As Kyoko looked to see what the building was, she let out a gasp.

A/N: The bomb has been dropped! Ren has finally grown a pair and told Kyoko his true identity! Now, I know, some of it might seem a little out of character, but I am trying to write this from an older and more mature Kyoko perspective. Dress description inspired by my senior prom dress. Following chapter is to include some… oh, well you guys can just wait and see. :P

So where do you guys think they are? I know where I plan to send them, but if I like your guess better, I might just steal for the next chapter. ;)

I will try to post as much as I can today as I will be out all day tomorrow and will not be able to post much. So pace yourselves so you don't get too lonely, and leave hundreds of lovely comments for me to read when I get back home tomorrow evening!