Chapter 11


She sat next to the fragile man as he slept quietly on the small bed in the small room the hospital had placed him in as she went over the recent memories that she had regained. It didn't trouble her as much as she had initially thought that they would. Yes, they were irritating. Yes, they angered her and yes, she was disappointed in herself for allowing things to go as far as they did; however, her time with Kuon had given her a new perspective on things. Had the little idiot not enticed her to accompany him to Tokyo, she would have never been put in the situation that brought her and Kuon back to each other. She wouldn't have all of her wonderful friends that she had now and she most certainly would have never thought of acting or, modeling. Certainly, she would have never had her throat sliced by the individual that was the owner of that familiar, interesting scent she would have to investigate later, but that had been the catalyst for Kuon finding her and bringing her to his side.

At this point, many things started running through her idle mind. Who was the person that initiated her circumstances? How many others had he murdered that the police didn't find? How did Kuon become the way they both now were? And finally, how many others were like her and Kuon? Perhaps she would ask later if she found the courage. A few of those questions she now had, felt a little too personal to ask him.


It was thoroughly irritating! Trying to get the information that he wanted about her was like trying to pilfer Top Secret information from the government. All he wanted was her fucking phone number, for chrissake. Why did it have to be so damn difficult and why the hell did these people around him keep reminding him that he was only 16? He flopped onto the sofa in Aki's office and groaned at his predicament. Never in his life had he felt so... Unimportant.

He flipped on the television to find something to occupy his angry mind and entertain him. There she was. He nearly choked. Feya Misonoi with raven black hair and she had cut it. Her golden eyes stared back at him through the television and he just knew deep down, that if she wasn't Kyoko's identical twin... She was the young woman herself. Something inside him snapped. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He howled. "How is that even possible?! Where has she been hiding?!" He felt like his heart was going to burst, yet a sudden rush of anger and betrayal washed over him. Logic was telling him, there was no way this woman in the Dark Moon announcement was Kyoko and couldn't possibly be. Emotion was screaming just the opposite, telling him that some supernatural occurrence had taken place and brought her back to him.

Aki Shoko rushed into the room after his outburst to find out what had been the cause. She spied the interview on the television that he had been watching and sighed. She groaned. He was at it again. "Sho... That's not her." She told him calmly.

He looked at her determined. "Prove it..."

"Wha...What?" She asked confused.

"Prove it's not her! We can go to the police and have them give her a DNA test or, something." He rambled like a mental patient.

Aki sighed. "Sho... One, the police would never agree to something like that and two, she would never agree to something that invasive just because a stranger thought that she was someone who she isn't." She finished. She was getting to the end of her tether with him and this needed to stop. He had been asking for her personal information from anyone that would talk to him and now he wanted her to take a DNA test to prove she wasn't Kyoko-chan?

"But... It has to be her! It can't be anyone else! Please, Shoko-san..." He plead with her.

"Damn-it Sho!" She snapped. "This needs to stop, NOW! Your obsession with this woman is unhealthy! She is NOT Kyoko-chan! Her name is Feya Misonoi, she is 20 years old and she is from Hokkaido! They have record of her there! Trust me... I checked." She finished quietly.

Sho sat in stunned silence at this new information. "Hokkaido?" He asked in a small voice. "Are you sure?"

Aki nodded sadly and sighed. "Yes Sho... I checked and unless someone with very deep pockets paid her High School teachers and her former boss at the ryokan where she worked to lie... She is definitely not Kyoko-chan. Her mother died in childbirth and she was raised by her father until he passed way when she was 15. Please Sho... This woman has had to deal with enough in her life... She doesn't need you obsessively stalking her and making the claims that you are thinking of making."

Sho looked down at the floor in shame, thinking of all that she had told him of. "I... I didn't know. I'm sorry Shoko-san." He mumbled.

She sighed. "Good... Now turn off that television and read a book or, do your homework. Do something to take your mind off of your unhealthy thoughts." She commanded as she headed back to the little kitchenette to make them a quick dinner. "And I don't want to hear another person complain to me about how you keep bothering them for her information." She added, peering around the corner.


"So... Is he okay?" Kuon asked her as they sipped their evening treat, while relaxing on the the sofa.

She smiled. "Yeah... Asami-san came by and picked him up." She giggled. "I think they have something going on." She smirked.

He nodded. "Are you going to tell me what happened today?" He brought up the subject abruptly and startled her.

She gave a cute little groan and sighed. She took a sip of the thick delicious nectar and licked it from her lips. "I got a few of my memories back...And I think the person that... left me in the alley was there today too. I could smell them. It just... It made me want to find the person and sink my teeth into him." She admitted.

Kuon looked at her in surprise. "Which him?" He asked quietly.

"The one that's been killing all of those girls." She answered bluntly. She giggled. "You didn't think I meant the jackass that brought me to Tokyo, did you?"

He laughed. "Well, I was kinda wondering. He wasn't exactly the kindest person you knew. I just thought..."

She smiled softly. "Kuon... I don't ever want to go back to that or, him... That part of me is gone and I prefer it that way. I prefer that he never discovers that truth. Can you help me with that?" She gave him a mischievous look.

He chuckled. "Of course. He will never hear it from my lips, my fairy princess." He told her as he stroked her cheek.

The blood that she had just consumed had given her the ability to blush furiously at his actions. She nodded. "Thank you."

He cleared his throat. God, she's so cute when she blushes like that. He thought as he decided to take another drink before he opened his mouth and embarrassed himself. "So... Another episode of Tsukigomori before bed?"

"Oh! That sounds like a wonderful idea." She chirped as she sat more comfortably on the sofa and pulled her long legs up underneath her then leaned into the throw pillow.

He chuckled as he stood, inserted the DVD then pressed play and sat back down next to her. It was nice, relaxing and comfortable, unlike their day had been. He glanced at her and smiled softly. I'm so glad I found her in time...*sigh*.