Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?

You know what Kuon, Ren thought staring himself down in the mirror. Maybe it's time to do things your way. You want her, then why not take her? He shook his head and reprimanded himself for his wicked thoughts.

"I know; she isn't a toy for us to steal from that guy." Koga's words struck him as he contemplated his irrational anger. "Why should I be the one responsible for keeping boundaries between us?" Frustrated he threw open the door of his dressing room, intending to go find the girl and make her end the cruelty. If she knew he liked her then why was she insisting on being his sister. She didn't seem to care much about his feelings anymore and that made him want to teach her a lesson.

About to storm out of the room he almost bumped into the person standing outside his door about to knock.

Kyouko released a long sigh as she ran through the script for the next scene. There was another fight scene which she was sure Ren would protest to her acting in. A much more intense scene where he would have to cause her at least some discomfort for it to work. Then there was the conclusion of the scene. Kyouko blushed rereading the lines.

Ryuunosuke baring down on Momiji's blades: He'll never love you.

Momiji's loses her grip momentarily: gasp.

Momiji's swords are thrown out of her hands. Ryuunosuke laughing wickedly grips Momiji's around the neck and lifts her in the air.

Ryuunosuke: I could kill you now, and he'd be grateful if he arrived in time to save her. He wouldn't give you a second thought until he knows she's safe.

Chidori lay unconscious on the floor to the right.

Loosening his grip Ryuunosuke pulls Momiji into his arms: I would worship you. If only you'd be mine.

Ryuunosuke leans in slowly, Kyouko squeaked throwing the script across the room.

"Why did that idiot have to agree to do this? I can't pretend to be his sister if he does that!" she fretted over her ability to stay in character both as Momiji and as Ren's little sister. "This is too hard. I don't wanna be your sister." Wiping at a couple drops of tears that managed to slip out she stood up to retrieve her script. "If Kanae were playing Momiji, he probably wouldn't doubt her abilities so much. I bet the kiss scene would be something he looked forward to."

"Kotonami-san?" Ren looked over Kanae's head hoping to find Yashiro or Koga. He hated to admit it but Kyouko's best friend scared him.

"I came to tell you that director Morizumi is ready to start filming your scenes again. You can go get Kyouko." Kanae said curtly.

"O…ok." Somehow he couldn't imagine how the two could get long, though it was evident that Kanae cared about Kyouko. "I suppose opposites attract." Ren shrugged watching Kanae stalk back over to where he saw Yashiro was waiting.

"Were you speaking with Kanae just now?" Kyouko's small voice asked walking out of her dressing room.

His lips turned up at the sound of her voice and he mentally scolded himself for being such a fool in love.

"Yes." He answered honestly turning to face her. Kyouko averted her eyes from the sight of his happy face. That look was her look, the softness in his eyes and the warm smile were pieces of him that she had convinced herself belonged to her alone. To see him smiling at Kanae like that was like pouring salt in a throbbing wound. "Kyouko?" His voice was tender as he reached a hand out to push back the bangs of her wig.

Kyouko pulled away as though his hand burned. "I'm sorry for earlier." She said bowing her head slightly. "I know you tend to worry about me as a brother would, but I hope that you can trust me to know my own limits. I promise if something hurts I'll tell you."

"As a brother," Ren mumbled finally realizing she wasn't just forcing him into the role of her brother, she had mistaken his feelings for her again. "We should get going before Morizumi throws another fit."

Kyouko nodded and began to walk passed him. Shrugging his shoulders Ren came up behind her and pulled her to him. He kissed her along the cheek to her ear where his warm breath whispered an apology as his hand came up to cradle her head. Kyouko sucked in a harsh breath fighting the blush that wanted to creep up her neck.

"I was too harsh earlier. Of course I trust your judgement as an actor to know your own limits."

They walked back to set in silence. Ren had entwined their fingers together having decided that, since she was the only one who had cared about boundaries before, she would have to set them. That meant he was free to do as he pleased until she told him not to. A wolf in sheep's clothing, he thought about himself watching Kyouko through a worried glance at Kanae.

They took their places on the stage and crew members rushed over to adjust their costumes and makeup. Kyouko took deep calming breath calling Momiji's spirit to herself.

"Cut!" After the fifth take Kyouko fell to the floor exhausted.

She cursed herself for being unable to complete the scene. She remembered how she had closed her eyes as Ren pulled her face up to meet his. Then she had stiffened when his lips touched hers, she was determined to not feel anything. But Kanae walking away from him and him whispering about opposites attracting kept playing in her mind. No longer was she concerned with her feelings for him, she was too confused by her mixed up feelings about her best friend. They were acting so it made no sense for her to feel as if she were stealing from Kanae, but she did. It shamed her to admit that a large jealous part of her hoped Kanae would see the kiss and feel pain. Kyouko had frozen in his arms hating herself all the more for enjoying the feeling of his lips on hers.

"All you have to do is let him kiss you then lean into him a little! It's barely even a kiss. It's so simple and easy any newbie could do it. Hell I could go out and ask five random people and they would do it just for the chance to kiss Tsuruga Ren!" Morizumi was screaming at Kyouko. When he held up filming by demanding more takes it was no problem, but if anyone actually made a mistake they were the worst.

"It wasn't just the kiss though, and it was my fault we had to do it over the first two times." Ren said kneeling down to Kyouko. "It bothers me handling you so roughly." His hand reached out to touch her neck gently but she recoiled from it. Breathing in deeply he turned to the director. "Maybe we should take a quick break."

"A break?" Morizumi sneered at Kyouko. "She can have the rest of the night off. Get her out of my sight." He mumbled the last sentence under his breath, though Ren had heard it clearly.

Sick of the director's sour attitude Ren opened his mouth to speak but Kuresaki shook his head at him. "Come on." Ren seized Kyouko by the arm before she could avoid his touch and he made a hasty retreat to his dressing room. He heard Morizumi shout for Kanae and Koga to get into their places for a scene they were meant to shoot in the morning.

Kanae sighed watching Kyouko being dragged away by her beloved Nii-san dejectedly. She rolled her eyes seeing Koga give Ren a thumbs up, probably thinking that he would finally get somewhere, like the rest of the crew who barely knew Ren and Kyouko must have been thinking. Thinking to herself, Kanae predicted that they would go into Kyouko's or Ren's dressing room to hide from the stares. Then, exasperated she concluded, Kyouko would throw herself at his feet begging to be punished and apologizing for being a worthless actress. After that Ren would say something soothing and slightly flirtatious that was bound to go over Kyouko's head, and then he'd give her a pep talk. Kanae couldn't imagine what he could possibly say that would fix the problem, but she was sure that he could handle it. If only he would just kiss her, then Kanae wouldn't have to be forced to watch anymore bizarrely lovey sibling scenes. They were worse than the lovey couple scenes, she gagged just thinking about them.

"Who sits in their brother's lap." She grumbled forgetting her surroundings.

Yashiro looked at her oddly after dispelling similar thoughts of a mundane apology followed by a pep talk. "The secret kind of siblings who are dangerous." He answered cryptically but Kanae understood the hidden message that it was something to do with the dangerous mission from the president. She smiled at him and nodded, before standing from her chair and heading to the stage where crew members waited to touch up her face and fiddle with her costume. If she had it her way she would have followed them to make sure that the playboy co-star killer kept his hands to himself.

Once inside his dressing room with the door closed Kyouko fell to the floor and began to beg him for forgiveness, ranting about what a horrible actress she was. Used to her self-deprecations he ignored her words and stepped around her headed for the couch. Kyouko adjusted her position to face him, but stayed on the floor waiting to be reprimanded.

"Morizumi should be the one prostrating himself before the both of us. Get up." His tone was harsh but she could tell that it was not because of her.

"But you have so little time that you can devote to filming with us, and I keep making the same mistake." She wished that she could have more time to prepare for the scene, but Ren was a busy actor. He had to film a lot of his scenes as quickly as possible. Recalling the scene Kyouko lowered her head to the carpeted floor.

Ryuunosuke had thrown her swords out of her hands and despite the pain of the force he'd used she was fine continuing the scene. His wicked laugh made her shiver as she watched him reach for her neck, Momiji feared for her own life for the first time since she could remember. Then the problem began when Ryuunosuke pulled her into his arms. Kyouko felt Momiji slipping from her grasp as she glanced over at Kanae. Momiji was supposed to look at Chidori with a hint of jealousy and concern and she did just that except she wasn't Momiji. Then he tilted her head up to him and whispered, "I would worship you. If only you'd be mine." Ren leaned in to steal a chaste kiss.

"No!" Hands pushed his face away too quickly and she fell to the ground with the director's exasperated 'Cut!' echoing within the studio.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that already." Ren snapped bringing Kyouko's mind back to the dressing room. As Kyouko opened her mouth to apologize for saying sorry too many times, Ren raised his hand to shush her. "I don't want to hear it."

"But," Kyouko wanted to say that it was her fault they couldn't complete the scene.

"No. No more saying you're sorry." He held out his hand beckoning her to him. "Come here."

If he were mad she would be able to sincerely apologize and then he might smile at her again. It was with a heavy heart that she acknowledged her inability to think of a way to mend his current mood. How could she fix the problem when he was being difficult and unreadable. Raising her head more she examined his lazy posture and forlorn expression. If she were to name the emotions he was portraying, she would name them heart break and longing. But there was no sense in feeling that way about a failed scene.

"Get off the floor already." Kyouko coward at the sound of his irate voice. Her reaction did little to ease his frustration. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to collect his Ren persona and spoke in a much more soothing manner. "What more do I have to do for you to trust me?"

"I do trust you." Her admittance was hasty and Ren wasn't sure if that meant it was the truth or that she was lying out of fear.

"Then why are you so scared? Why do you always make me the bad guy?" She did her best not to cower away from him in fear. She didn't mean to be afraid but his tone of voice and hard gaze made her shiver. "I try to abide by your relationship rules. I've been understanding and patient and have not complained about your cruelty. And all you do is continue to vex me."

Timid and unsure of what he meant Kyouko stood and took small steps over to him but stopped just out of his reach.

"Come here." She resisted with a shake of her head. "You sit in my lap all the time. There's no reason to be shy about it now."

"You're planning to do something weird. I can tell by the coaxing tone of your voice." Kyouko said avoiding the hands that reached for her.

"So you really don't trust me?" Ren pouted. "There's nothing weird about two actors practicing. It is even less strange for me to teach you something you're having trouble with."

"Teach me?" Kyouko asked feeling the familiar excitement she always got when he agreed to show her his acting secrets. Intrigued she moved closer and allowed herself to be pulled down to his lap.

He cupped her cheek and brought her face closer to his. "It would only be practice. Like when I taught you the walk, strictly to improve your acting." He pressed his lips to hers gently. It would be a lie to say that Kyouko did not enjoy the soft touch, and that was what she was afraid of.

"No," she shoved her hand between their connected mouths and pushed him back.

"No? What no? You don't want to improve your acting? If you can't get over this, we'll never finish the scene and Kuresaki seems determined to keep this scene no matter what." Fed up with having to swallow the bitter taste that her sister act was leaving in his mouth, Ren gripped both of her hands. Even if he had to admit that he would enjoy their 'practice' more than a brother should, it was really for her own good to learn how to kiss without freaking out. "I know you have no experience with this, but you're not a damned child Kyouko. No one remains pure forever, especially not in this industry. You have to kiss me."

"I can't." Kyouko admitted hoping he would never find out how impure she already was. If he only knew where her thoughts wandered sometimes, he would never accuse her of being innocent or inexperienced again.

"You can't? So what are you going to turn down future roles because they may contain romance?" He was disappointed. He'd thought she had more pride as an actress than that.

"No!" She snapped. "I'm an actress, I have no problem with kissing people. If it's required in a script than I am confident I can let anyone kiss me. Boy or girl, even if I don't like them." Instantly regretting her words, she shut her mouth and averted her eyes from him.

"Anyone except for me?" Her words pissed him off. They sounded familiar, like something he might have said to her once, but he hated them all the same. How could she just let anyone kiss her? She wouldn't let him kiss her and here she was declaring that she was ready to be kissed by whoever else a script required her to. It wasn't as if it would mean anything to her, and she had to have had more practice by now. Fuwa wasn't the patient type. His arm tightened around her waist and his hand gripped her hip, he found himself wondering how far a guy like that would want her to go. What could she see in that guy? As far as Ren could tell he'd never even attempted to treat her right and he never would.

"Why can only I not kiss you? Why can Fuwa have a place in your heart, but you won't even consider me?" The words fell out unbidden by him. He meant to ask, how she could be so confident when she had so little experience. He meant to scold her for her cockiness, to tease her, to lighten the mood. He meant to say anything other than what he had said, but his voice came out with the words he had only managed to mumble in his dreams.

"What?" Dumbfounded, Kyouko turned red. "Tsuruga-san?"

"Tsuruga-san? When did we go back to the formality, Kyouko?" Ren grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. "It's been Ren for weeks now, hasn't it? I confess that I didn't notice at first."

"No it hasn't Tsuruga-san, and this position is highly inappropriate." Tears sprang to her eyes as she feared that he was finally going to mock her for being in love with him. "Please let me go."

"I can't." Ren spoke truthfully. "I've tried but I can't. I think I've reached my limit. He's never gonna love you like you deserve." Tilting her face up while leaning in, he kissed their noses together.

"Tsuruga-san?" Fear and anticipation with a little bit of hope confused her heart and she cried, "Ren please," she couldn't take his teasing. Even if he meant it as a training exercise it was too heartless of him. Seeing the tears, he had caused Ren released her and Kyouko fell backwards on the couch. Her legs remained in his lap with her head landing on a pillow. She stared at the ceiling letting the silent anguish flow from her eyes.

"…" Ren chanced a glance in her direction meaning to lament his actions, but his words were trapped in his throat.

"I'm in love with Shizuma." Kyouko finally broke the silence. For a split second Ren's brain replaced Shizuma with Shoutaro.

"I know," he said unconsciously rubbing one of her calves alleviating some of the tension that had gathered in her muscles.

"So why would I let you kiss me?" The words stung but he felt that he deserved the stab. "I mean it doesn't make sense." She continued cutting him deeper. "If Momiji loves Shizuma why does she give in so easily to Ryuunosuke?"

"What?" Ren looked at her curiously halting his hands on her leg.

"It doesn't, does it?" She was desperate to get him to buy her excuse. She couldn't say that the thought of kissing him sent shivers down her spine. Could never let him know that there was a sensation radiating from his skin into hers that made her feel warm and safe, yet uncomfortably vulnerable. He couldn't know that she wasn't as innocent as he thought she was. "Momiji not only lets him kiss her, she kisses him back for a second before using his distraction to escape his clutches."

"Kyouko?" Ren struggled to catch up to the conversation, realizing that they were not speaking of her relationship with Fuwa. "Ryuunosuke is much larger than Momiji and they have had the same training, but he has been training for longer than she has. It shouldn't be surprising that she would have to use whatever tactics available to her to break free of his grip on her."

Kyouko adjusted her legs so that the other one was in his hands. Taking the hint, he began to massage that leg as he had the other. They stared at each other contemplating his reasoning.

"I don't think Momiji would use her sexuality to win a fight. In fact, I'm pretty sure Momiji doesn't have a clue how to seduce a man to use it against him in a fight." Kyouko was caught in her own lie, having become truly curious about the scene. Ren's heart caught in his throat hearing Kyouko say 'sexuality' in such an alluring way.

"Trust me, you don't have to know how to be seductive, to seduce someone. Sometimes your personality can just connect with someone else's and entice them without you meaning to." She nodded her agreement sitting up and leaning against his shoulder. Her body was acting on its own accord and she was lost in the sensation of his hands kneading her flesh. "Want another theory?" Ren asked unable to control the rapid beating of his heart as his hands traveled higher up her clothed legs.

"What?" Kyouko asked lifting her head to look up into his eyes.

"Maybe, you know he'll never love you the way you deserve." He leaned his head closer feeling as though her eyes were pulling him in. "You want to know what it feels like, to be touched by someone who loves you. Just once."

"Maybe I do." Kyouko whispered touching his face. "In spite of how evil he is, and how cruel he treats everyone else, Momiji knows that Ryuunosuke doesn't want to hurt her. He would treat her well, wouldn't he?"

Ren pulled her to him and stole a chaste kiss. "She would be his queen." He declared against her lips. "I'd worship you." Kyouko could feel the quivering vulnerability rising in her chest as Ren teased her lips with tiny kisses. "Do you want me to teach you what it's like?" He asked between kisses.

"Yes." Kyouko's response shocked them both but she amended it adding. "I think that must be what Momiji is feeling in the scene. She wants to feel loved just once, but she loves Shizuma and," Kyouko stopped talking, distracted by the hand that had settled between her thighs still massaging in a manner meant to calm her, but it was driving her crazy instead. There was something coiling up inside of her stomach making her squirm in his lap.

"And?" Their noses rubbed together. Neither of them could figure out if they were trying to seduce the other on purpose or if they had lost control of their own bodies. He kissed her again entranced by her breath mingling with his.

"Momiji loves Shizuma." Her hands clutched at the fabric around his neck as she gave in to his slow easy kisses.

"He doesn't love her." Ren breathed pulling at her bottom lip hungrily.

"It isn't right." Kyouko protested with her words, but her mouth mimicked his wanton actions.

"Only if she doesn't want it." Unconsciously she spread her legs as his hand slid further up and their kisses lingered longer and the passion grew between them faster than either of them felt they could handle.

Cupping her sex, Ren thought he might burst into flames. He couldn't recall ever feeling so desperate for anything in his life. It seemed the more he had of her the more he wanted. Kyouko was fully clothed in her Momiji costume but she felt completely bare when he had his hands on her. His hand was not moving though Kyouko wanted it to. It was just holding her and she wanted him to do more. The thought that he was going too far crossed his mind and he began bring the kiss to safer territory, slowing it down and removing his hand. It was Kyouko who sunk her fingers into his hair and parted her lips to sweep her tongue over his lips. Opening his mouth Ren moaned. He knew that he had to stop before he took things too far. His body had stopped listening to him, however, and Kyouko's actions conveyed a want to learn that he found impossible to deny. The way she was squirming in his lap gave him the idea that she wanted him to touch her.

A low guttural groan echoed in Kyouko's ears as she felt her body jolt to life at the touch of his fingers. Her hips bucked into his hand receiving a shock wave of pleasure. Abruptly Ren pulled away, grasping the situation and finally regaining control of his body he dropped her on to the couch and moved away from her.

"You're a wolf Kuon. A damned evil wolf and you don't deserve her." He berated himself pacing away from the couch.

Kyouko stared up at him, from her place sprawled out on the couch. She felt numb, she felt like a thousand tiny electric shocks were coursing through her body from the tips of her fingers tingling down to her toes. She felt alive and she felt like Ren had stabbed her with her kitchen knife and twisted the blade into her heart, and she felt guilty for missing his touch. Overwhelmed she curled up into herself unable to cry and wanting to be as small as possible. She heard a door open and close and vaguely noted that Ren had left her there.

A/N Before anyone asks, because I'm evil, that's why. My heart broke writing it too though.