Hehehe, ain't I good at this? And I got a few twists left, so I have an end in mind, so this won't go on for too much longer, but still no definite end. Less than 30 chapters definitely... Maybe c(;

anyways, thanks for reading! *bow*

Kanae leaned against Hiou's shoulder, her cheeks and neck a slight ting of pink. She hiccuped then started to giggle, "Your arms are so~ solid." She snuggled her head against his shoulder, "Hmmm, nice and warm."

Seems like Kanae couldn't hold her liquier. Hiou wished he could say something to the bartender, but he was on the other side of the bar then. Hiou made a move to get up and give him a piece of his mind for spiking Kanae's drink.

A yank on his arm made him sit back down, Kanae had pulled him down, and her face was level with his. Her lips were in a pout, "Don't leave, I don't want you too." She whined a little bit, a rare occurrence.

Although he didn't have a drop of alcohol in his system, Hiou's face turned the same shade of red that was on Kanae's cheeks. He mouthed words that did not want to come out of his mouth, then he swallowed, "I won't, not when your in that kind of state."

Kanae smiled, "Good," she squished his arm into her chest, making the boy's face turn a shade darker. "Then you'll stay with me the whole~ night~." Kanae reached out a hand and took Hiou's untouched glass.

Forseeing what she was going to do, Hiou picked up the glass and held it away from her, "Oh no you don't. You're drunk enough."

She pouted and reached past him for the glass, her chest and face close to his. She put a hand on his leg for support and touched the glass; then, she took it from his slack grip. The drunk girl turned triumphantly to him, and remembered that she was leaning over him, a hand on his leg, her face extremely close to his. She sobered up a bit?

Hiou stayed stock still as she leaned over him, touching his leg with her hand dangerously close to... for tried to focus on anything, anything else, but his eyes kept on trailing to the sexy woman in front of him. His breath turned shallow as Kanae turned her face towards his. Her face turned a violent red, but she hadn't had a drop more to drink.

He took the glass out of her hand and set it on the counter, encircleing his arms and her slim waist in the process, effectively pulling her onto his lap. "You shouldnt put yourself in a position where a man can take you." He warned her, his breath mixing with hers.

Kanae let out a nervous giggle, the alcohol taking a hold on her. "And your calling yourself a man? You're probably not out of high school." She touched his nose and hers red her elebows on his shoulders, the rest of her arms hanging off his back. Both her legs were hanging towards the door, they were in plain sight of everyone in the bar if they chose to look.

Hiou's fingers played with the hemp of her dress, it went higher of its own accord. "So you think I'm not a man?"

Kanae's breath shuddered, whether it was from the achohal or the male holding her, she wasn't sure. "The question stands for the answer of the originator." she encircled his head with her arms, blocking both of his ears from the music the DJ was playing, "So what I'm saying is, you have to prove the question right or wrong." She twirled a strand of his hair around her finger, "so which is it?"

Hiou smiled, his heat racing faster then a hummingbirds wings. This girl, no woman, was sexy. Yes, she was, but it was something deeper in her that drew her to him. "Simple," he leaned forward and kissed Kanae softly on the lips, "a man."

Her fingers slipped out of his hair and touched her lips lightly, the shock that rent through her at his touch woke up every cell in her body. What was that? "J- Just because you kissed me doesn't make you a man. And that was hardly a kiss at all." Her hand dropped and she grasped at her cool actress exterior.

"Fine then," Hiou pulled her closer by grasping her leg with one hand and pushing her with the other hand by the small of her back. His arms encased hehim his warmth, blocking out everything else. "I'll just have to kiss you over and over again till you agree."

Kanae's face was still flushed, and her whole body soft, vulnerably, and jelly-like. She couldnt move off his lap even if she wanted to, which she didn't. She put her hands against his aware chest and closed her eyes,

His heart lept at the sight of her, he leaned in and kissed her lips. Kissing them, nipping them till they opened for his tongue's admittance. He held her close to him, their hearts beating together, lips in sync. Kanae came u for air, but Hiou's lips stayed on her skin, trailing kisses down her neck.

"What do you think now? Kanae?" His hand played with the hemp of her dress and she shuddered at his touch.

"I-" Kanae couldn't think straight, all she could think of we're his lips on her skin.

Hiou kissed her neck, sucking at her sweet skin. "What is it you think?" He kissed the me spot again, biting, sucking harder.

Kanae gasped, "Y- You are."

"Are what?"

"A man, you are a man, Hiou." She whispered softly, her hands drifting to his head, to hold him there.

Hiou pulled back and looked at her, she was blushing, flustered, her lips swollen from his kisses. He kissed her lips softly, "and you are a woman."

Kanae returned the kiss, both of them oblivious from the stares and the over emphasized cough from the bartender.

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Kyoko was weak kneed, flushed, and her lips were swollen. She leaned against his chest and he had his arms wrapped around her, neither wanted to leave, till a misplacement of a certain ex-manager's foot knocked over a stack of books.

Ren snapped his head around and saw his friend Yashiro lurking around a shelf, "Ah, sorry. I was in the middle of a phone call when it ended suddenly." He held up Ren's work phone in his gloved hand.

Ren starred at it in confusion, he had known about his weirdness with technology, but... "But you have your gloves on, so the phone shouldn't have died. And what abut your phone?"

"I don't know... And the other one I answered with my bare hand when you called me the other night." He made eye contract with Kyoko and waved at her, "You must be the one he was talking about, Kyoko."

The auburn-haired girl smiled tentatively back, she didn't say anything about meeting him before. But the fact that Ren called Yashiro to talk to him about her perked her interest.

"Then who were you calling?" Ren didn't remember telling Yashiro that the girl was Kyoko...

Yashiro looked at the phone, "I... Was talking to a friend."

Ren glared at Yashiro, "Who was it?" He had a good idea already.

The ex-manager hung his head, "Presitent Lory."

Ren sighed, he was right. Lory was trying to mess with his love life, "Well you can tell him not to worry anymore, I have someone I love." He held Kyoko closer, feeling her warmth against him.

Yashiro smiled sheepishly, might as well tell him, if only a little. "That was why I called, he thought you two would be a match..."

"So I was an experiment?" Ren glared at Yashiro, but he was really ticked at Lory.

Kyoko touched his cheek and his expression melted. "Don't feel that way. He could very well be the reason we met."

Ren took her hand from her face and kissed her palm. She calmed him down.

"Why did he hang up though?" Kyoko asked, she really wanted to speak with him as an actress and a girl in love. She had to thank him.

Yashiro shrugged, "I don't know." There was a strange sound... "I think he dropped his phone."

Ren raised an eyebrow, that was strange. Anything to do with love he grasped at, over did it, and molded it to a perfect end, in most cases.

Yashiro nodded at his friend's expression. Very strange.

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Maria had been sent to her grandfather's office, as she chased away yet another tutor. She had lost count after twenty, it was probably around fifty. For five years her grandfather had brought in teacher after teacher, it never worked.

Now, she had to tell her grandpa how she drove her latest tutor away four days ago. She disliked them all, they could teach her nothing she couldn't learn herself or she already knew. The one thing they never told her that she knew was true was what they thought, adults were groveling, sniveling people who care more about their paycheck then anything.

She was fourteen, her hair was in a choppy bob from the many times she brought a pair of rusty scissors to them. She dressed in black, tight clothes that made her forget that she was even wearing clothes, but either way it didn't matter.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, a message from her worshiper friends. It said to meet up at the 'black forest' where they would secretly meet.

Maria stopped at the door to his office, it was slightly open. Why visit? He wasn't expecting her. She was going to turn away when she heard him talking on the phone. A wave of curiosity swept over her, she stepped into the room.

"You... Found... I... Ren found his Other Half." Her grandfather stared off into space.

The girl stood, shocked. The one man who ever tried to help her, who cared about her, had someone... It had to be a lie.

Then he shot up in his seat and did a happy dance, whooping and yelling.

She had been empty before, now she filled up with anger, hate, feelings that she could name and not name. How could he be so happy knowing that the one man who kept in though with her even though he was not here, he would never call her again. Ask her in a sweet voice how she was, that had been enough, now it wasn't.

The happy man tossed the phone in the air to do a fancy twirl, he spotted her and stopped mid-spin, the phone crashing to the ground. "M-Maria..." He stood a step towards her.

With every step he took towards her, she stepped away. No one knew anything about Ren, how hurt he had been by his family, how he hurt still. That girl knew nothing... didn't deserve her Ren... Her father hated her, her grandfather rarely spoke to her because of work, adults only seemed to know sweet words. She couldn't let him go.

The broken girl dropped her phone, it clattered to the floor; then, she lifted up her boot and crushed it beneath her foot. "That is what I will do to the girl who tricked him." She walked about and ran through the house.

Lory stood only in the vast room. Maria was still so broken... Lory ran to his desk and found a spare phone, dialed and waited. He had to contact that man.

If anything is confusing, please comment. Thank you for reading :) it may seem like I have few KyokoxRen, but that will explode in the competing chapters, and if you have an idea on Maria's response to Kyoko, I'd love to heard. I'm quite stuck...

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