Sorry for the delay guys. Finals were kicking my ass. Also, the "Dark Angel" scene at the end was written by my GF. :) Please review!

Chapter 11: Rage

With her head bowed, she stared into her lap. Perfectly manicured thumbs fiddled back and forth as they lay across her plaid skirt. Her heart was beating very fast and she could feel little beads of sweat on the back of her neck. The silence was starting to drive her crazy. When she lifted her head and looked at the woman sitting beside her on the couch, Mimori gulped. "Um, Shouko-san?"

With a flick of her wrist she tossed long brown curls over her shoulder and then scooted back into the fluffy cushions. Lightly rubbing her lips together, the manager contemplated the information that was just given to her. She glanced over her shoulder towards the bedroom door and then sighed. If he found out about this, Kami only knows what kind of irrational behavior will commence, she thought feeling mentally exhausted. Shouko turned her face to the teenager beside her and smiled kindly. "Are you sure about this, Mimori-kun? Because if there is any chance that you could be wrong, I'm afraid it will come back to get us both later." Seeing the black eyes staring at her widen, Shouko could feel heart sinking.

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Mimori almost screeched in reply. "They definitely kissed." Images of Kyoko's happy, blushing expression popped into the young actress's mind. A soft, sad smile touched her red glossed lips. "She was practically beaming…" Mimori added in a much quieter tone. After another moment's reminiscence, she looked into Shouko's beautiful brown eyes and slid closer to the manager anxiously. "Do you think Fuwacchi will believe me if I told him?"

Shouko considered the consequences that would ensue from such a revelation and it made her shiver.

"I mean, if Kyoko-kun was no longer available then maybe he'd finally see me as a woman, as a girlfriend… And finally forget her…" Mimori continued faintly.

Or he would pull some crazy ass stunt to break them up, maybe even humiliate them out of pure jealousy, that goddamned baka.

"Shouko-san?"

Shaking her head to free her mind of the impending stress, Shouko lightly patted the teen's bare knee. "I think it would be best if we kept it from him for now." Noticing the hesitation on the girl's face, the manager quickly continued. "Unless we have substantial proof, I doubt Sho will believe it. He can be quite stubborn."

Shoulders slumping, she slouched back into the couch and pouted. "But I really think he should know!" She whined. "Fuwacchi must know that Tsuruga Ren and Kyoko are a couple now!"

"WHAT?!" An angry masculine voice shouted from behind them.

Both girls hastily spun about, jaws-dropped at the bare-chested, towel wrapped idol standing in the doorway. "Sho, when the hell did you come out?" Shouko spoke first upon standing. She walked around the living area to meet the singer. "I didn't even hear the door open."

Sho rudely brushed her aside and stalked up to the back of the couch, glaring with narrowed eyes at the annoying brat that sat upon his couch. "What the hell did you just say about Tsuruga and Kyoko?" He asked bitterly.

Mimori glanced past him to the manager with wide, pleading eyes. "I…uh…"

"Sho, leave her alone," Shouko spoke adding agitation to her voice. She grabbed his shoulder and tried to spin him about, but he simply didn't budge.

Sho grabbed the edge of the couch and then hopped over, sliding into the empty spot right next to Mimori. He gently caressed her face and then pulled her towards him. "Tell me what you know about Tsuruga and Kyoko." Seeing her lip quiver, he offered his sexiest smile. "Please babe. It'll make me happy, so much so that I might even reward you with a kiss."

Sparkles danced across her eyes as her cheeks tinted pink. Scooting closer so their bare knees touched, Mimori excitedly nodded her head and told her tale about seeing the couple kissing. In the background, Sho's manager rubbed her temples as the pressure of a headache began to settle in. Goddamned moron, she thought angrily. When she walked around her eyes fell onto her charge. Noticing the expression in his eyes, Shouko felt a deadly chill tease her spine. Oh no, Hell is so about break loose isn't it?

"Moko-san! That is SO NOT FUNNY!" Kyoko shouted loudly into her cell phone. She sat upon the tatami mat in her room with her legs crossed and shoulders slumped. Huffing with irritation, her bangs flew out before her in a fluffy mess. "Moko-san," Kyoko whined.

"Mo how is this not funny?" Kanae answered snickering as she flipped through the clothes in her closet. Her eyes caught a little black dress. Pulling out, she examined it carefully and then scrunched her nose. Vetoing it, she hung it back up and continued to rummage. "The fact that he's making you do something like that means you probably gave him a hard time last night."

"I did not give him a hard ti—," Kyoko's mouth held stuck as the emphasis kicked in with a slight delay. "MOKO-SAN!" She screeched. Hearing the barreling laughter echoing through her phone, Kyoko laid back onto the mat with radiantly tomato red cheeks. "I can't believe you right now."

Ignoring the poutiness, Kanae sighed and continued. "Have you decided which piece you're going to do your little fashion show in?"

Kyoko shook her head vigorously. "Absolutely not! Actually, I was kind of looking for an excuse to get out of it."

"You can't do that, it's not right."

"But it's soooo embarrassing!" The teen curled into a fetal position and then rolled back and forth on the mat as she threw her fit.

"Then you never should've agreed to the conditions dammit."

"But if I didn't agree then he wouldn't have told me what I did last night!" Kyoko stared at the ceiling as she thought about how in the world she was going to chalk up the nerve and walk around half-naked in front of Tsuruga freaking Ren.

"Did you really have to know Mo?" Kanae was about to skip the next dress, but the small details caught her attention. As she pulled it free of the closet confines, her beautiful dark eyes widened with surprise. Wow, I had forgotten all about this thing! She laid it down on her bed and nodded with satisfaction. This should be perfect for my date. Suddenly her face bloomed with heat and color.

Kyoko blew a raspberry sending her bangs flying again. "I guess not, but I felt really worried that I did something humiliating."

"Which technically you did."

"You're not helping Moko-san." Kyoko gritted her teeth at the sound of more chuckles. "Fine damn you. I'll pick the least embarrassing one and get the stupid fashion show over with."

Scrunching her brows, Kanae lay back onto the vacant part of her large bed and shook her head. "Oh no you don't woman. You're not going to wear that nunnery piece of material. I can't believe you snuck that shit in!"

"Well everything else was so freaking showy of the skin and flesh and stuff!"

"Yeah, not happening!"

"But—"

"Dammit Kyoko, I said no!"

The teen pouted further. "Fine then. Which one do you suggest? Just don't suggest that one that doesn't cover the right places! There is no way in hell."

Kanae tried to remember all of the lingerie that she and Chiori made their fellow LoveMe number one purchase. As she flicked through them mentally, it hit her like a ton of bricks. Jolting into a sitting position, a gorgeously insidious grin began to grow upon her lips. "Mo, I think I've got it!"

Kyoko's stomach lurched nervously as she recognized her friend's scheming tone. "Why do I have a horrible feeling?" The evil laughter only confirmed the actress's fears. Slamming her palm to her forehead, Kyoko then shook her head. "I hate you, Moko-san!"

"Yes, yes. I know dear." Her grin widened beautifully. "But at least he'll thank me for this later."

Deciding to change the topic, Kyoko rolled onto her stomach and then kicked her feet restlessly. "How about you? Are you ready for your date tonight?"

Almost immediately all of her sadistic satisfaction vanished, being replaced with surprise. "Where the hell did you hear about my date?"

Kyoko smiled innocently. "Chiori-chan."

"Figures, that brat."

Kyoko laughed. "Well, are you going to tell me everything or not?"

"If I don't?"

"I know where you live."

"Oh fine Mo, damn you both." Kanae's voice was filled with irritation, but her complexion glowed with giddy excitement.

"Yes, Yukihito I just picked it up," Ren answered his manager as he stepped into his apartment. Kicking the door closed behind him, he walked around to this living room and knelt before the DVD player. "I don't understand why this couldn't wait one day," he added with annoyance.

"Just trust me on this, Ren. You will want to see it before it premieres tonight," a nervous manager replied.

Ren slid the DVD into the player. Standing up, he walked over to the end table beside the couch and grabbed the television remote. "You make it sound so scandalous," he teased. Changing to the appropriate channel, he then grabbed the DVD remote and positioned himself before the couch.

"Also, you might need a drink." Yashiro added with growing panic. He could almost envision the actor cocking his brow at him. "Again, just trust me."

Ren crossed his arm over his chest as he stood in front of the couch. "Okay, why don't you just tell me what the hell I'm about to watch."

"I can't."

"Why not?" Ren snapped with growing ire.

"I was given specific directions not to release any details about the contents of that DVD to you." The manager answered rather quickly.

Clenching his jaw tightly, he decided he might need that bloody drink after all. Heading for the kitchen, his strong fingers tightly clasped around the small phone. "Yukihito, leave the scheming to that cosplaying buffoon and tell me."

Hearing the sounds of glass in the background, Yashiro realized that Ren was in fact getting his booze dosage. Deep down he knew that the president would kick him in the ass for this, but at the moment he feared Ren's wrath more than LME's prince. "It's Kyoko's latest assignment. Please go easy on her. Okay goodbye Ren." He pulled the phone from his ear as fast he could and disconnected. After a good sixty seconds had passed, the manager exhaled with relief. "Poor Kyoko-chan," he added shaking his head.

Ren sat down on the couch, murmuring a variety of curses at the two plotters in his life. Sliding the decanter onto the coffee table, he took a long sip of his exquisitely expensive Scotch before hitting play. He sat leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, giving him easy access to more of the alcohol if the need arose.

Bold white words appeared upon the screen and his eyes widened with shock.

Introducing "Debauchery" by Vie Ghoul

Special Appearance by Kyoko

Glancing to his drink, Ren brought the crystal to his lips and downed the last bit. The music started and the black screen slowly started fading to a dark scene. Hitting pause, he reached forward and wrapped his fingers around the neck of the decanter. It can't possibly be as bad as they're making this out to be, he told himself. Knowing those two idiots, they are just trying to get a rise out of me. Lifting his head to the screen, he felt a lump forming in his throat. But what if it isn't?

Gritting his teeth, he poured himself a double and then settled back into the couch. Ren took a small sip and then rested his hand along the armrest, dangling the glass off the edge with his fingertips. Tightly holding the remote, he reluctantly hit play.

The Dark Angel hung chained in a circular room, with head bowed to her chest. Long white hair ran the length of her body. Her breasts and hips were wrapped tightly in leather clothing. The Demon Lord hovered to her, reaching out with long, thin fingers. Nails the color of blackest night lasciviously caressed her from neck to navel. Brushing aside her hair, he grabbed her chin and forced her ice-blue eyes to his blazing red ones. Running his tongue across his teeth, he leaned forward and stole a quick taste of her lips.

The Dark Angel rudely turned her face from him, thin snowy brows meeting with an expression of revulsion. As the Demon Lord threw his head back with evil laughter, he floated around her. From behind he slipped his hand across her smooth abdomen, holding her against his bare chest. Long silver locks frosted with black poisoned ends were shaken aside exposing the alluring grin of pure wickedness. Soft lips moved against her ear, serenading her restraint.

The song filled her veins, quickening her pulse. Her petite chest rose and fell with growing speed as his magic seeped into her nerves. The Dark Angel laid her head to rest against him, turning her face away. Black lips parted in sweet satisfaction as she succumbed to his temptations. The Demon Lord spread his mouth wide and sunk his starving teeth into her neck, drinking her life's blood. Streaks of crimson fell like tears down her body, coloring her snowy form with the color of lust. Her hands twisted to grab the chains binding her. The more he drank, the harder she tugged until at last the chains broke. She melted against him as a mist of black embraced their bodies.

The black slid into focus as the Dark Angel, wrapped in a wet black sheet, walked towards her Master, swaying her hips this way and that slowly. The dark, shimmering water ripped around her thighs with each step she took. He awaited her, arms splayed out across the dark marble edges of the tub behind him. Red rose petals pooled around his decadently carved body. The Dark Angel's fingers rose towards him. Long nails the color of thickest blood ran down his chest as she slid atop him. His serenade made her body flush with heat and wanton intention.

The Demon Lord grasped her thighs, making the water dance across the surface of her skin like a nymph. She slowly stood up and gave him what he desired. His lips and tongue moved up her body as their eyes lay locked in ecstasy. Trembling she fell against him, relinquishing herself as sustenance once more, the black waters rising above them.

Her body glowed against the blue velvet fabrics that she laid upon, an offering on the altar of darkness. The Dark Angel's long lashed eyes fell to the lips of the Demon Lord towering above her. His soft, enticing mouth seduced her as he sang the melody of forbidden relations. When he lowered his mouth to her, she instinctively tilted her head up wanting to quench her thirst for him. His fingertips came up and feathered along the curve of her cheek and jaw, long black nails dragging a red line down her smooth nape.

Pressing his mouth against her skin, he continued to sing as if he was courting her very soul. He ran his hand down her face, lightly caressing her body until they came upon the deep curve of her waist. Settling his cold fingers upon bare skin, he stopped singing and wrapped his mouth around her tantalizing neck, sinking his teeth into her. The sweet nectar of her life filled his mouth, satiating his hunger for the angel.

The overwhelming sensation of a painful serenity overpowered her corrupting her volition. Bending her leg, she arched her back and slipped her hand around his neck. Turning her head away as he fed from her, her eyes flew open. Blue eyes became shadowed with silver luminescence. Black lips parted and stretched as her aching teeth grew into long incisors of a Demon Queen.

The Demon Lord deftly broke from her and pulled her up. His black wings sprung forth and flapped as he held his new bride as close as he could. Together they rose, higher and higher, mesmerized by the ardor in one another's gaze. When they finally reached the billowing clouds of hell, the Lord grabbed her neck and buried his tongue into her mouth. As his new Queen reciprocated his offering the skies rained down black petals in celebration of their debauch union.

Ren paused on the scene as his every nerve in his body burned with a raging jealousy. There she was, the woman he loved more than anything else in this world, his girlfriend, giving such a provocative kiss to the one man who once threatened her honor. His fingers stiffened around the glass before the pressure became too much. A shatter of a million pieces of sparkling crystal broke the skin of his hand and littered the carpets below as Kuon slithered out of the shadow.