i'm so sorry for not updating in so long! i had to figure out what would acutally happen in the story (yeah i was supposed to do that before, i know) and i was so lazy. but now i have it and it's cool and scary and freaky and and and... and you'll find out if you keep reading the story (and if i update as i should) so here you go. this is an in between chapter, nothing amazing but really sweet! i LOVE it's beginning
please review and tell me what you think! btw no i dont own Skip Beat but thanks for needing confirmation =D
He woke up to the sound of the first sun rays piercing the way through the window, that's a curious thing he thought, since he'd never known they made a sound. But they did.
He felt warm, tranquil and a sort of light heaviness wrapped his body, he felt as if floating on clouds. Curiouser and curiouser, he thought, because he pretty sure this wasn't possible either, but it was.
Suddenly he went back twelve years to a small clearing in Kyoto, and heard laughter. He realized the laughter and the sun rays sounded the same – this made him content.
Kyoko-chan was the sun, or at least its ambassador on Earth. Her status was clearly indicated in those mesmerizing eyes of hers-
Wait a minute! Mogami Kyoko, 4 years younger than him, lived in Kyoto, perfect posture, puts others before herself, lala-land gaze at Lory's mansion and golden eyes. The same unforgettable golden eyes.
Kyoko was Kyoko-chan. He paused to let that sink in, then corrected. Kyoko is Kyoko-chan.
His kyoko-chan, his gemstone, his sun. The little girl has grown into a fine young women; she had helped him before and saved him now, asking for nothing but his smile in return.
He propped himself on his elbow and peered down at her sleeping figure, what is she dreaming of? He whispered he name silently, let it roll on his tongue to his heart's content, it's a name with a taste and color, a name with a motion and scent. Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko, "Child of light" he had once called her. It was his translation for her name and it fit her perfectly, just like her eyes. Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko. He smiled, the joy of finding his childhood friend gave him wings and he felt he could fly. He chuckled at the irony, after all wasn't he a fairy? He was supposed to have wings and fly, right Kyoko-chan? Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko.
"Kyoko"
She stirred and woke at the sound of her name, opening her eyes drowsily then widely when realizing just how close they were.
"Kyoko, you're beautiful"
"Kyoko, you're beautiful"
From mere centimeters away she could feel his warm breath; she realized his face was absolutely flawless (that's what they had said about the god Apollo, no?). Unlike yesterday he was strong now, surrounded with the aura of one rescued from the abyss of the world, one who's seen only black for way too long and has finally heard the chip of birds.
His gaze was sincere, his hand warm and tender against her cheek, and his eyes, damn them, were so incredibly earnest. He wasn't lying, he was just wrong, she wasn't beautiful.
"It's the make-up…" she had looked away, for a reason unknown to her (which probably had something to do with those haunting eyes of his), but was quickly turned back by a hand on her chin.
"No. it's you."
He let that sink in; made sure no mistake or doubt could be made, and was then taken aback when a whirlwind of emotions stormed in her eyes. They were pleading him. He had rendered her defenseless, defenseless and weak. So he got up and away, afraid of having hurt her.
He stopped at the sound of her voice, small as it was it rang in the silent room, sitting at the edge of the bed, staring down.
"It's the first time I've been told that… th-thank you" before he had the time to react or even decide whether this made him happy or angry or both at this statement she had locked herself in the bathroom, "to change".
He caught himself staring at the bathroom door and since this behavior was oh so gentlemanly and not creepy at all, he quickly went to the kitchen. With a smile on his lips and a clear understanding that this was the best mission he'd ever had, he made two cups of coffee – one for him and one for Kyoko-chan.
Meanwhile Ren, or Kuon as she now knew was his real name, brew coffee in the kitchen (she had sniffed the wonderful aroma from two rooms away); Kyoko was studying herself in the mirror. Trying to decide why she was feeling that way, and why he had said that.
Setsu was pretty, Natsu as well, and even Mio in her own way (and they could make men fall to their feet without breaking a sweat), but she wasn't. Not pretty and most certainly not beautiful. She knew that. She had been told so more than once, and by more than one person on the course of her life.
But he thought she was, beautiful, and no doubt there. His words had been of the most sincere kind. He'd seen his share of beautiful, stunning women (she knew that for sure), so for sure he knew what he was talking about. She smiled at the girl in the mirror, and this one smiled in return.
A small nose, expressive eyes, tender red lips and a smooth skin, all in a small heat-shaped face framed by long soft hair. Looking closer than checking from different angles carefully, with an open mind, she saw it too. Beautiful, that girl was beautiful.
They smiled mischievously at each other, as if accomplices to a childish prank. Then she turned away to dress up and start a new day. Really, she thought in fondness and amusement, why we couldn't meet before this mission? Maybe then we wouldn't have to so many complexes to fix.
Back in the kitchen Kuon just finished pouring the delicious hot liquid into two cups, and handed one to Kyoko – who had a calm glow to her for which he (mentally) high fived himself.
The sun, the blue sky, and their own gentle happy smiles – it was a perfect morning for both of them and the last thing they wanted to do was deal with dark dangerous blood related mystery, or in other words: work. All the same nothing could really get them down at the moment so they had little problem sitting together besides the table in front of yesterday's papers and make connections.
They started by the 16 people whose information Kyoko had remembered which they classified by name, family name, age, and blood type.
Hitomi Murasaki – 22 – AB
Sazuki Eto – 43 – A+
Hayato Takumi – 51 – B-
Tsubasa Takashi – 19 – AB
Hiro Mashima – 37 – A-
Gregorry Zolotov – 27 – A+
Olga Velovski – 39 – O-
Marina Borenstein – 19 – A-
Darya Kotko – 18 – B+
SamNordwick – 35 – B+
Dick Peterson – 29 – O+
Rayia Annie Malamud – 20 – O-
Clara McClancy – 41 – AB
Xiao-Mei Li – 22 – A+
Ran-Mao Chang – 46 – B-
Jigun Li – 34 – A-
"The donations took place mainly in Russia, Japan, China, Korea, and America. Not all that surprising and you say it's all from the past three years"
"Yes"
"Which overlaps with the time they started buying out the factories all through Asia"
" Yes"
"Also the cities in which there where donations overlap with cities in which there are such factories"
"In Asia, yes. And the collaboration with Serpent Eyes could explain the donations in America"
"Right, so what we have to find out now is this:
1) Who these people are, what do they do for a living, their connections and well anything that could throw some light on this bloody business.
2) Did the Red Cross actually receive these blood donations and why haven't we heard of it before
3) What does Serpent Eyes have to do with all of this
4) What are those experiments that Viktor spoke of
5) What the hell is going on"
"I love it when you can summarize a complex investigation in 5 bullet points. It makes it seem cuter"
"Cuter?"
"Cuter"
"… Right… So I'm thinking we need someone to look up all this information and give it to us on a nice white paper"
"What's so wrong with this paper?"
"It's pink and has mini skeletons drawn all over it"
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"It's really disturbing!" she mumbled something incoherent on which he decided not to dwell and focused on something more important, the matter at hand.
"Setsu, I have someone from LME in town. He can get us all the stuff we need, we should go see him later today"
"Can we trust him?"
"Definitely" as long as he doesn't forget to wear his gloves then he'll have the information faster and safer than anyone else he's ever met.
well here it is, originally Kuon was supposed to realise he's in love with Kyoko in this chapter. but he's way too dense to discover it so quickly so i left that for another occasion (have i done wrong?). also i'm proud i managed to fix both Kyoko's self esteem complex AND Ren's past - way to go me!
SO PLEASE REVIEW! and i will try hard to update
