Hello everybody! You know what? A breakown is near me. School on Thursday! A new school and I probably won't be with my friends. SO F*CKING SAD. And, I can't find Skip Beat! on the internet. I searched but nothing. Just when things were becoming really interesting.

I should stop now. I will cry in my corner later. WITH A LOT OF CHOCOLATE CAKE.

Thanks to everybody who read my story until here. I hope you'll continue ;). Really interesting things not far away. 3-4 chapters maybe. But the person I really want to thank is my wonderfull Beta Reader who's making a wonderful work. I will give you a corner and chocolate cake if you want, Lotte ;).

I almost forgot. I DON'T OWN SKIP BEAT! IF I DID I WOULD MAKE IT TO READ FREE ON INTERNET AND I WOULD MAKE A REAL KISS BETWEEN THEM.


Wild Rose

Normal POV


(It's a scene of the movie ;))

Saika was trapped. She didn't know what to do. For the first time, she felt she wouldn't win. Too many men were ready to kill her at a single move. Her pistol was too far away. She only had a long knife on her right leg, hidden by her boot. There was no way for her to take it out. Those men were all well-trained. They were stable. Their positions were impeccable. They were strong. She couldn't see their eyes. She had only one possibility. She didn't like it at all. She rose her hands, in a gesture of submission. She was on her knees, her head low. They all thought she was ashamed by this defeat. A man, happy and arrogant bent and murmured to her hear:

- What? You aren't proud? Where is all your pride? Pathetic. You are nothing but a worm. A beast. A tool. See, your master won't help you, here. He doesn't care about you. You were just an inconvenience, so he's letting us kill you. And then he will train someone else. Someone stronger.

The man was absorbed by his speech; he didn't see Saika take her knife out. She was too fast for him. Like a hawk, she jumped and landed behind this man and killed him. Her knife sliced his throat. She was smiling. A cold smile, scary and proud. Like a lion she was looking at all these men. She now had her knife and the man's knife. It was long like her forearm. She was alone against all these men. But she had a lot of advantages. The roof was really high, she was agile and she could jump high. There was to many men and they had difficulties moving because of it. The fight began like a storm. She was really calm, waiting for them to come. She was playing with her knifes. She killed but men were coming, replacing the ones who fell. She had to run away otherwise she would die there. She saw a window; it was really high, maybe two meters high. It was closed and a really big window. Well, it wasn't exactly a window but a rose window. With all this, she forgot she was in a church. She threw a knife on the wall. It knocked perfectly between two rocks. She threw the other, which did the same one meter higher. She ran, jumped on a bank. She jumped again, gathering all her courage. She caught hold of the first knife, cutting her palm. But she didn't care. She threw herself and managed to caught hold of the ledge of the rose window, her feet on the second knife. She stood up there, smiling and said:

- I still am proud. For the worm, I don't agree. But the beast, well… It fits perfectly. Yes, my master won't help me because I don't need help. Ever. And I doubt he will be able to train someone to be stronger than me.

- Why are you saying that?

She couldn't see who talked but she answered. She knew that it wasn't prudent to stay there, but her pride was more important. She was insulted and she couldn't take it. She had to make them shut up. And if she couldn't kill all the men present there, she would just have to scare them.

- I'm saying that because the day you took my master's son, I gave my soul to the devil. He ate my heart so I couldn't feel anything. I'm just a body. A tool, like he said. But I'm more like a killing machine.

She smiled wickedly. The rose window was making her look like a fallen angel. She was dressed in a black leather jumpsuit. Her boots were laced to her mid-thigh. Her hair was thrown down her back. She had blood all over the right part of her face. She was scary. She broke the window with a violent nudge. The whole window exploded into a millions of pieces of glass, some as small as splinters. She jumped outside. From the inside, the rose window was at two meters high but from the outside it was really high. Maybe six meters. She landed badly. She wasn't prepared for such a shock. But she couldn't stay there. So she stood up and, bearing the violent pain in her left leg, she quickly looked around her and found what she wanted. She ran as fast as she could and stole the sleek-looking car. It was a black Lamborghini Murcielago. As she closed the door, she saw someone in the rear-view mirror. She was perplexed but quickly started up the car.

She left Billy in the church with his men.


- CUT ! That was perfect Kyoko. But please, I would like to do a retake of when you understand that it's Billy in the church. I want it to be more understandable. I want it to be as if you've just seen a ghost.

It was hard for Kyoko. Her shoulders ached and the material protecting her legs was uncomfortable. But the worst was Billy. The actor who was chosen first had to quit. And Ren gladly took the offer. His hair was dyed blonde for the part. It was too much or Kyoko. He was so beautiful. Like a god. She wanted to pass her hand in his hair, play with it but she couldn't. She finished her scene; the director was more than happy with the results.

She tried to talk to Ren about the nurses but he was avoiding her. A pain was growing in her heart. She just decided to talk to him and ask him what was wrong when she was called for a photo shoot. This time, it was for the poster of the movie. They put her some make up on her arm, making it look like a tattoo. They made her skin perfect and gave her a pistol. It was absolutely gorgeous. It was a really big pistol and it had some motives graved in the metal. But the most spectacular thing was that the motive seemed to go from her arm on the pistol. They only gave her a used black jean, a pair of black stilettos and a white sheet. They wanted something sexy, strong but not vulgar. She took her pistol and covered her breast with the sheet. She began to pose like a model but soon, her sheet fell. She didn't pick it up. She sat down on the sheet, closed her eyes and lifts her pistol on her head, making it look as if she was using it to support her head. Using the pistol in order to support herself. This cliché was wonderful. She was really happy with it. She thought that she was beautiful like that. The makeup on her face was really natural, making it looks as if there wasn't any. She went to change and saw Ren in the corner of her eye. She just put a random top. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted it now. She came from behind, took his hand and lead him to a café. She smiled at him with eyes full of love. Ren smiled in return but he quickly stopped, leaving only a cold face.

- How are you?

- Fine.

- I want to talk to you.

- You are doing it, right now.

Ren's answers were hard, Kyoko felt as if they were slicing her heart in small pieces. She gathered her courage, putting her pain apart.

- It's about Nicky…

- I don't care.

- Ren!

- What?

- What happened to you? You are… you aren't yourself.

He laughed. An evil laugh.

- On the contrary beauty, I'm myself. That's what I really am. All those game of make-believe with you bored me. I hate you. Can't you see that?

- But, yesterday, you said…

- You don't know men, do you? Talk about love and you will sleep with any girl. But you didn't let me go that far. So, why should I bother? I thought you were interesting. But now, I see that I just waste my time. There are a lot of women who would pray for sleeping with me.

Kyoko's heart was breaking. She wanted to cry. But she didn't. She wouldn't cry in front of this bastard. She lifted her head, slowly and smiled. The professional smile she gave when she couldn't let her emotions free. She quickly stood up, still looking at him in his eyes, his cold eyes.

- Then, everything is over, bastard.

She began to go away but returned on her steps and took the glass of Bloody Mary she had ordered, took a sip of it, smiled again and dumped it on his head.

- I almost forgot, I hate you, asshole.

And she stepped out of the café, on the verge of bursting into tears. She walked furiously in the streets. Then she heard the music and a low, low voice. She went to see, curious, and saw a man in a white shirt and jeans singing. He was beautiful. A gentle aura was around him and his voice was heavenly. She sat close to him and listened. The people around them stared, wondering what was happening. A beautiful girl, crying, just sat and listened. The man continued his piece. When it was over, he patted her shoulder, and hugged her. Kyoko buried her face into his shoulder and cried in the arms of a perfect stranger. Night was starting to fall when she stopped, all cried out. He smiled at her and began to play again. She knew this song. It was a duet. She began to sing.

Where the wild roses grow (Kylie Minogue ft Nick Cave)

Kyoko:

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

Stranger:

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild

Kyoko:

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face

Chorus:

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

Stranger:

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?'

Kyoko:

On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I laid on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'

Chorus:

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

Kyoko:

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

Stranger:

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Chorus:

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

Kyoko looked at the man, thanking him for everything. She didn't see all the people who gathered there to hear them sing. She said good-bye and returned to her hotel. She didn't see Ren, standing there, listening. She didn't see the tears running down his cheeks.


Hate me if you want, hate Ren if you want. It doesn't matter cause I know that you all love me. Well, that you'll one day love me. I hope.

No. You'll probably hate me.

Then... CONTINUE TO HATE ME! But review, it would be nice ;)

After all, the more you hate, the more you love :D*

SHIT IT MEANS I LOVE FUWA.

Okay, I stop it now and I'm going in my corner blabbering about how much you hate me. And how I will have to do to escape from the angry mobs I will probably recieve.