Chapter 11: Guilt

Sho strummed his guitar, with closed eyes as he focused on the words floating amidst the dark corners of his mind. Tapping his foot lightly to the rhythm twirling inside of him, his thin lips parted as he voiced the song to life.

Just give me a reason
To give you my heart
Cold confines of treason
As we sink farther apart
Poisoned tears flee desperately
From eyes empty and hollow
These lips kiss the lust of melancholy
Fulfilling…Fulfilling…

"Dammit," he cursed as the words fled him one again. Placing the guitar gently into its case on the glass coffee table, the singer then leaned back and slid down resting his head along the soft leather cushions. Raking his hair back with his fingertips, he stared at the grey clouds above with narrowed eyes. Visions of Kyoko's pale body lying on the shores of the beach assaulted him. What happened to you Kyoko? Why would you run off like that? What if you died, would your husband even give a shit?

"Sho?" Kyoko's raspy voice broke his contemplation. When he sat up and looked at her, he gasped. She simply took his breath away. She stood with her hand resting up against the door frame. Her pale legs snuck out from beneath his black silk shirt, which looked ridiculously large on her small form. Long soft curls of ebon draped her porcelain face. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she walked over to the couch and plopped down beside him, resting her head upon his shoulder. "What are you doing up so early? I thought singers are supposed to be callous and sleep in 'til odd hours of the day." She teased, placing her hands in her lap.

Chuckling, he rested his head upon hers and covered her hand with his. "I started dreaming of words and couldn't sleep anymore." He replied honestly. "I figured I might as well be productive." Feeling her stir, he lifted his head and looked down at her. Kyoko looked up at him with bright eyes and soft smile. God, I've missed you so much Kyoko.

"You were writing a song? Did you finish it?" She asked excitedly. When he laughed at her eagerness, she pouted. "Oh come on, I'm being serious."

Releasing her hand, he leaned forward and lifted his guitar. Pulling out a few sheets of paper he handed them to her before resting the instrument down again. "I've been trying. It's not quite finished yet." He watched as she intently read every note and word scribbled upon the lines. "Do you still remember how?"

Kyoko glanced at him and smiled. "Surprisingly, yes." As her eyes flew across the numerous notes, she started hearing the tune in her head and began to nod her head to it. "I bet this will be lovely when it's finished," she whispered more to herself.

Sho felt his heart beating inside of him. For the first time in five years he felt alive. He could feel the course of warmth splashing through black veins of ice as his stony demeanor melted before the woman he loved so desperately. "It's nice to see you smiling Kyoko."

She froze at the compassion of his words. Slowly turning her head, she found him staring at her affectionately. Natural pink lips parted as she realized how much her heart had missed the man before her. Fuwa Sho…her oldest and dearest friend. Her first love. The man who she promised her heart and soul to. Fuwa Sho… a man she could never have. When he reached out and gently caressed her cheek with his fingertips, Kyoko closed her eyes and basked in the feeling.

"Kyoko," Sho whispered softly as he pulled her to him. Their lips grazed intimately, but the kiss was left to dreams as she placed her hand upon his chest and lightly pushed him away. Opening his mouth to question her hesitation, the idol was silenced by the tears glazed across honeyed orbs.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this Sho." Her voice cracked with solemnity. "I already belong to someone else." Reluctantly she pulled her hand from him and dropped her head. Sparkling tears fell from the curves of her chin, splashing silently upon the soft canvas of her hand.

"You belong to someone who doesn't give a damn about you Kyoko!" Sho answered bitterly. Her rejection blew away the warmth invading him. "What kind of man leaves his wife to die like that?"

Turning away, Kyoko placed the sheets down atop the guitar and pulled herself off the leather couch. Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, she walked back into the hotel room. "I should go." Kyoko walked over to the stairs, but was stopped by Sho grabbing her elbow. He spun her about and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, fighting to calm the storm of emotions threatening to shatter his resolve. "Sho…" she whispered.

"I'm sorry," he spoke into her skin as moisture fled his eyes. After a few moments, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry Kyoko. It's just…" Closing his eyes, he took a couple of deep breathes. "When I found you yesterday, I could've sworn you died. I was so worried. I have spent years looking for you. Now that you're here I'm terrified that I won't see you again."

Kyoko cupped his face and smiled gently. "You have always been my best friend Sho. You will always be my best friend. It's all I can give you right now. I'm sorry."

Sho nodded slowly.

"I should take a shower," Kyoko dropped her hands and took a step back. Turning around, she began to ascend the staircase when his voice stopped her.

"Who is he?"

Looking over her shoulder she could see a fierce determination in his expression. "I don't understand." She lied.

"Who is your husband Kyoko?" Crossing his arms over his chest he stared at her intently with furrowed brows. "Please tell me."

Your biggest competition. The one man who hates your more than anyone else… "It doesn't matter. When it's just you and me, he's irrelevant."


"What the hell do you want so early in the morning?" Miroku snapped into his phone. Draping his arm over his forehead, he cursed the little tyrant.

"Now is that anyway to greet your brother?" Reino quipped angrily. Grabbing the mug of coffee off the wooden coffee table, he leaned back into the dark grey tweed upholstered couch. "Besides this is important."

Sighing, the elder detangled himself from Shouko and then pushed up into a sitting position, pressing his bare back to the headboard. Raking his long silvery hair back, he caved. "What could possibly have you so worried?"

"My dear beloved wife," Reino spat. Blowing the billowing steam, he took a small sip of the caffeine bliss. "She ran away last night and I need to find her."

Miroku's concrete eyes widened at the concern blanketing the sardonic tone. He remembered receiving a call from the woman last night. That's right. She's with Fuwa. Miroku chuckled.

"What's so funny? Don't tell me you know where she is?" Reino asked with growing rage. Leaning forward, he put the cup down and pushed off the couch. Walking around the sitting area, he strode up to the large windows and looked at the vigorous waves splashing against the rocks.

"I think it's funny that you are calling me of all people to find her. Actually what's funnier is that you even give a damn about her to start with." Hearing the sibling growl with frustration only furthered his mirth. "What did you argue about?"

"That doesn't concern you," came the automatic retort.

"If you called me dearest Reino, then not only do you wish for me to find her but I'll also have to placate her. In order for me to do that, I need to know how you screwed up."

"Why the hell do you assume that I'm the one that did something?" Turning away from the window he stalked back to the couch and sat down, stewing with irritation. "Don't answer that."

Chuckles.

"Look Miroku, I made a mistake last night." Reino laid back and stared at the hand painted ceiling, picturing his wife's broken expression and large tears. "I may have pushed too far for once and I really need to get her back."

Taken aback by the sincerity of his guilt-ridden tone, silver eyes widened. Licking his lips, he pushed away his own amusement and decided to take this seriously. "I'm listening."

"I cheated on her last night but what's worse is that she saw me and I acted like it was nothing." Reino confessed, feeling a dark void growing in the pit of his stomach. "I… I also may have taken my guilt out on her in a way I really shouldn't have."

Miroku leaned forward and gripped the sheet with his free hand. "What the hell did you do to her?"

Silence.

"Reino…you didn't!" Miroku shouted with shock.

"No, no. I didn't do that, but it doesn't mean that I didn't use a similar means to make her understand." He closed his eyes in an attempt to erase his sins, but found them more disturbing.

"You fucked someone else!" Miroku yelled. "What could you possibly say to make her understand? Whatever happened last night is your entire fault you fucking idiot." Flinging the sheets off his body, he found the remnants of his clothing and began to slip into them.

"Don't you think I know that Miroku?" Reino sat up and scrunched his brows in aggravation. "Look, she ran out last night and I have no idea where she is. I don't think she's ever been to Okinawa. As much as I despise her, I can't… I really need her to be okay."

"Why?" Miroku snapped. "So you'll have an excuse for your conscience. Make yourself feel better about being a dick?" Snatching his shirt off the floor, the drummer hit speakerphone and placed the phone onto the nightstand. Slipping into the thin material he deftly buttoned it up.

"It's not about that!"

"Bullshit and you know it!" Picking the phone up, he turned speakerphone off and then walked around the bed. Seeing Shouko's half-awake, confused expression, Miroku mouthed an apology and kissed her forehead. Long fingers tightened around the device as he thought of brutally beating his younger brother to a pulp. "When I find her, I'm not bringing her back to you."

"What the fuck? You're in Okinawa? You bastard. You couldn't trust me enough so you followed me out here?"

"Oh shut up you insolent little delinquent! I'm here for business. I promised father that I would take care of an errand for him. Not everything is about precious Reino all of the fucking time." I can't tell him that I'm here to reunite Kyoko with her true love. "But given the situation, it's a good thing that I am here. Obviously you can't be trusted for two seconds alone!"

"Just find her and bring her back!" Pulling the smartphone from his ear, he tapped the red disconnect button and threw the phone across the room into the other couch. Collapsing back, he ran his fingers through his hair and cursed his older brother. "Bastard, what the fuck does he know anyway?"

Miroku slipped into the black limousine and scrolled down to the unfamiliar number from last night. Keep this up Reino and she'll leave you for Fuwa before you can say Divorce.


A/N: I don't own anything in the story, except for the songs (or poems really) that Sho writes in this specific fan fiction. They are poems that I have written myself. I also want to apologize for such a loooong interlude. Things became chaotic, but Finals are over and I should be writing more regularily now. Take care everyone.