#Author's Note: As I continued writing the rest of the chapters, I've come to realize that Tina's getting deadlier every minute, in a slow and swift way. It may not that really big for a threat, but, things are getting dangerous when she's present. I think that's the kind of revenge that she has. Poor thing. I don't want her to turn out like this. But, I'm giving her a chance to be fully involved in the story, at least, in my fanfic. :) Thanks, Michael Corleone! I gotta borrow your father for a moment. I'll return him once I'm done, I promise! Have fun reading chapter twenty one!
#Disclaimer: I only own my Encore, which is rated R. That means this fic contains a lot of cuss appetizers, and full of huge amounts of very detailed, smutty black forest cake with a little cherry on top. :D I think this is the shortest disclaimer I've ever made since creating this fanfic, lol! :)
ACT TWENTY ONE
ALL THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU
The following morning, Ren woke up to the surprisingly bright rays of sunlight that greeted him through the open curtains in the bedroom, as though someone had flashed a bright beam right to his eyes. He realized the usual gray curtains were changed yesterday by Kyoko. He will get used to this new feeling. In fact, Ren was thankful for it. This bedroom needs a lot of change, and good amount of brightness. Just right then, the smell of bacon, eggs and yakimeshi rice reached him. He moved beneath the sheets and got out from the bed.
Ren saw the curtains in the living room were also opened, welcoming early morning light. The slight bustle in the kitchen was inviting. Standing quietly, Ren leaned at the kitchen counter as he watched his beloved wife, busily preparing homemade breakfast. Kyoko must have woken up as early as him. Her small back looked confident while she was cooking yakimeshi rice on the stove. With one hand, she skillfully lifted the pan up and turned the rice, pork and vegetables on the air, mixing them together with the sauce that she had just poured. The other hand held a laddle and took some of the soup that was boiling generously on the pot at the other side of the stove. Seeing that the soup was at the right taste, she turned the lever off and returned to her fried rice that had already been cooked. Smiling tenderly, Ren felt so proud looking at her. No one, no woman has ever done that really good, cooking two and more dishes together in one setting. He also saw that she had prepared the bowls on the counter. Kyoko turned off the lever that was cooking the rice, and poured the yakimeshi into the two bowls, while being careful not to waste some on the counter. She placed the pan into the sink and went back to the soup. She took some batches from it, then she opened the cabinet right above her, and took out small seasoning bottles. She already knew Ren's taste buds when it comes to soup, so she lightly poured just a few amount of salt and pepper into his bowl. With her slender fingers, she took a few minced onion leaves from the chopping board and sprinkled them over the two bowls of soup. Ren never realized she had actually prepared something, probably last night and finished it this morning, as Kyoko had bent over and opened the oven, carefully taking out freshly baked garlic bread with both covered hands. It had the same aroma as the bread at the Chateau. Ren knew right then that Rayford must have taught her how to bake one. Kyoko grabbed a bread knife and carefully made two thin, diagonal slices. She placed them over the top of the soup and went back to the bread again. This time, Ren noticed Kyoko had also prepared three bento containers on the other side of the counter. Kyoko started putting some of the remaining dishes into them, then placed the thin slices of garlic bread on top of the soup bowls. Instead of bacon and eggs, Kyoko took a pan on the opposite side of the stove and poured yakiniku into the empty section. She also picked fresh shanghai egg rolls with chopsticks from the other pan and placed them into the last section. She also included a fresh sushi she had made. Finally, she placed all the needed sauces, chopsticks, and all the bento containers were at last covered with a snap.
"There! Done! Now Yashiro-san and Moko-neesan have something to eat for lunch," Kyoko said with a smile, feeling a huge amount of pride for the fine work she had done. She then wrapped each containers with soft cloths she had bought at the grocery store yesterday and tied them tightly. "I think I've made enough so they can have snacks too." It was only until she had turned and placed the other dishes on the table, when, she noticed Ren's silent presence at the end of the kitchen. The sight of her dear husband sent goosebumps all over Kyoko. Her shocked face amused Ren. He chuckled softly.
"Waaaah! Kuon?!" Kyoko exclaimed in immense surprise. Oh, thank God she hadn't dropped anything. "You scared me!"
"Yeah, I thought so," Ren said, still chuckling as he walked towards her at the table.
"Have you been standing there the whole time?" Kyoko asked, still frightened at the thought that she was never alone at the kitchen after all.
"Yes," he replied. "I've been watching you preparing breakfast."
"I also prepared lunch and snacks for Moko-neesan and Yashiro-san," Kyoko said, placing the bentos on the empty side of the long dining table. But it seemed Ren wasn't listening to her at all. Standing there quietly, he stared lovingly at his beloved wife. While Kyoko was still muttering, Ren motioned towards her. Still concentrating on placing the remaining dishes on the table, and the chopsticks, she clearly didn't noticed him bending low towards her.
"–today. I'm not sure yet where she will be on the first schedule. She only mentioned filming the recent movie at TBM Studio. That's where you'll also be going for your Cosmopolitan interview today, right? I think Yashiro-san must have known Moko-neesan's schedule. I'm sure of that. So could you please take–"
Finally. She got quiet. So it's only with a kiss that would shut those lovely, little red buds up. Ren's lips locked Kyoko's own with a deep, passionate kiss. For a moment that seemed like months, Ren and Kyoko lingered in their close embrace, wrapping their arms around each other. They both loathed to stop, sinking themselves in this heated passion that mingled about within them. Kyoko welcomed his silken tongue that lovingly demmanded entrance. The play was breathtakingly good, Kyoko felt as if her feet would give way. Ren must have read that, as he held Kyoko tightly in his strong arms. He wanted her to get swooned like this. It's still early.
The kiss was a firmly tender one. Kyoko knew fully well of the same need that he also had right now. And before she realized what it was he intended, he had her dress unlaced and was pulling it off her. She gasped in their kiss, but he paid her no mind. Loosening his grip on her slightly, he stripped her naked, watching her thin silk nightdress fall off sexily from her shoulders, revealing a good view of her big breasts, the successful work he had done on those doves, and into the floor with the other garments. Kissing her deeply again, he tucked her buttocks with his hand, lifted her into his arms, wrapping her slender legs around his waist, and carried her into their bedroom. One arm cradled her while the other hand pulled back the bedcovers. He gently tucked her into their bed.
She lay quietly, watching as he pulled his own silk garments off. Clothed, her dearest Hizuri Kuon was impressive even in his sleepwear. Naked, he was magnificent. Perfectly proportioned, he had good thighs, shapely, well-muscled arms, a lean torso, and a great broad chest. He was the most perfect, so gorgeous, amazing man she'd ever seen. And this man was her beloved husband she could devour anytime she wanted. He watched her reaction to his nudity, a faintly amused smile lit upon his sensual lips. Quickly he climbed into bed with her. Kyoko braced herself for his sweet assault, and when nothing happened she turned slightly to look up at him. He was gazing at her, and she blushed, caught in his careful scrutiny. He reached out and drew her close. The arm that held her was strong, the body against which she was pressed was warm and clean smelling. She was held warmly and tightly this way for a few minutes. This might be the only time he can spend with her today.
"My Kyoko, sweet Kyoko."
"Kuon."
His mouth was closing over hers again, and this time Kyoko felt no resistance in herself at all. His soft lips were warm and experienced, and she felt a delicious thrill run through her as she realized she was wooing her. Really seeking her favor. He covered her face with little kisses, then took her precious lips again, this time parting them masterfully, touching only the very tip of her tongue with his. The effect was devastating, and she shivered violently to the wondeful sensation. So great she wrapped her arms around him.
One hand traced gently over her jawline, her slim throat, a rounded bare shoulder, moving downward to cup her breast already firm with desire. The warm mouth followed the fingers, kissing, tasting, biting playfully. Her long, silky black hair hung beautifully behind her, with a good few tresses covering a part of her face as she breathed heavily. She was turned, her hair pushed aside, the back of her neck tenderly saluted, the long line of her back lovingly traced in fire. She gasped, then blushed pink as her buttocks were first kissed, then gently nipped.
His kisses branded each long leg at the rounded calves and slim ankles. He sucked on her toes, and Kyoko came close to fainting, so sensuous was that sensation. She was turned again to lie once more on her back while his lips began an upward sweep of loving. He inhaled the marvelous woman smell of her that was mixed with the scent of wild roses. His tongue reveled in the pure silk of her inner thighs, the moist coral flesh of her womanhood.
"I love you, Kyoko, so much," she heard him say the words, and her own voice answered just as lovingly as his, "Yes! I love you so, Kuon! I love you!"
He was unbelievably gentle, raising her just slightly, and slowly, so slowly filling her full of himself until she thought she surely would burst, just so undeniably big was he. His great body covered her slim one as snow covers the land. She was pressed deeper and deeper down into the mattress as he drove deeper and deeper into her willing and hungry flesh. He became more vigorous and she reveled in his passion.
This was not any other man seeking to crush a woman's spirit by degrading her body to pieces like a doll. This incredible man was the most precious person close to her heart that sought to give her pleasure, a pleasure she had believed possible only with true love. This was his love, and she gladly took everything of that love with her soul.
She could feel her climax rising fast, and she cried out, wanting him to know. "Oh, Kuon! It is good!" Then she was lost in a storm of passion as great as any storm Japan had ever experienced, and she heard him cry out triumphantly.
He rolled away and they lay in each other's arms, panting, and then he said quietly and lovingly, "Good morning, anata."
And she laughed with him, a wonderful warm rumble of mirth. "So much of that for a greeting! Good morning too, anata. I hope you'll greet me again before you go out first thing today!"
Ren gazed into her happy, gorgeous hazel eyes. "Of course." And he was kissing her again, and it was good!
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That morning, Ren and Yashiro went to TBM Studio for a magazine interview. It was a successful one, as it was expected that everyone in the media were all looking forward to talk about the anticipated television series, in which Ren will be playing the lead character named Kira. Part of the discussion also involved topics about his new stage of marriage with Kyoko, his plans for the future, and his career.
Yashiro also felt very grateful for Kyoko's affection. He loved the meal she had cooked for him, and he called Kanae who was filming a movie on the other side of the studio while they were on their way back to LME. Inside her dressing room, Kanae gladly thanked Ren, as she was hungry just in time. She thought Kyoko made too much snacks for her. They sure are a lot, yet they were enough to fill her stomach for the entire day.
"I might have the wrong bento!" Kanae exclaimed. "You sure this is mine, Kuon?"
"Yes. I'm sure of that, Kotonami-san," he replied.
"Don't worry, Kanae-chan. I also got a lot of them," Yashiro added. She then sent her best regards to Ren for Kyoko, bid farewell, and went back to work.
The two gentlemen walked down the corridor that leads to the nearest elevator, and as they turned to a corner, Tina was already leaning on a wall, waiting patiently for them. She was alone. Her skin was even fairer with her white suit and mini skirt. Still, she had painted her lips with bold red lipstick.
"Ah! Good morning, Rika-san," Yashiro greeted. But Tina kept silent and never answered. Instead, she stopped in front of Ren. There was no need for him to move at all, nor necessary to even utter a simple greeting. She stared deeply into his eyes, and just then her brows furrowed. A hand slapped hard across Ren's face, much to Yashiro's surprise.
"How dare you! I can't believe you turned down the offer!" Tina shouted. Her cold stare sent shards of fury.
"Who told you that?"
"The president! Who do you think can only talk to me personally?"
"You got that wrong. I never said anything about refusing it," Ren said, returning the cold glare that was more piercing as hers. She was making something up again. How good she put out such a great act on him in front of Yashiro today.
"Lie," she said.
"If that's what you think."
""I'd like to hear your explanation!" Tina demmanded. Inside she enjoyed this quite playfully. Looking at Ren's eyes, she was sure that he too was taking this act seriously with her. Good thing Yashiro was well attentive to this. He had better be fooled really well, and Tina got that right.
"I had none. I just don't feel like doing it," Ren replied. "It's usesless doing that shit with you."
"What are you talking about?" Tina spatted in her irritated voice. Her stare continued to shed daggers of coldness. "Didn't you used to listen to me all the time?"
"It sounded as if he was her pet in the past," Yashiro's voice said at the back of his wandering mind. "This is unbelievable. Ren's a completely different person from what I've seen right through him when we first met. This isn't the kind of Ren. Why does she sound so possessive? And so manipulating? And this is so unlike Ren! What the heck is going on?"
"I'm an adult now if you haven't noticed," Ren said, giving off a cold, teasing smirk.
"Hmph! What? And adult? You're still just pulling a childish act!" Tina said, turning her face away from him.
"What?"
Tina returned to her gaze back at him. Now she flashed her evil grin. "You're afraid of embarassing yourself. Which is why you're escaping from me. No matter how much time has passed by, you're still just a little monster!"
He put up a front as if she had hit a nerve. This is clearly bullshit, what petty act this is! Yet just as what he wanted, Yashiro had held him off strongly with his hand on Ren's shoulder. Ren looked back at him as if surprised.
"Don't," Yashiro said. He looked serious as expected of him.
Tina raised an eyebrow. "Ha! Arah, now someone got angry here too? You're indeed just a little monster."
"You're going overboard, Rika-san."
"Hmm?"
"Yashiro-san, don't get involved in this," Ren said. But Yashiro's grip held him tighter."You have the right to be angry sometimes, Ren. Of course I have to stop this."
"But, Yashiro-san–"
Yashiro paid no heed to his words.
"You've gone too far," Yashiro said, looking straight at Tina. "Rika-san, I'm sorry for interrupting you two, but I've got to say this as his manager. We are only interested in involving ourselves in this television series. Just because he refuses to act in your challenge. Please refrain from calling Hizuri Kuon names–"
"–ahahaha! This boy's friend got angry too?" Tina snorted into a hearty laugh. This guy! Oh God he's really into it! Poor thing!
"Yashiro-san!" Ren said. This would only embarrass his manager more. But Yashiro held his hand up to stop him further. He then adjusted his spectacles back up the bridge on his nose.
"–Kuon-san is one of the most respectable actors in this industry. I can't see him be degraded by anyone else as easily as that."
"Aaaah the little monster's friend had been hit on a nerve right there. And I'm just 'anyone else'? I'm from Hollywood for God's sake! What a bunch of little monsters after all!"
Yashiro's temple was already pulsing mad. This was the only time in his life that someone such as her right from Hollywood had got his blood boiling.
"The most respectable, popular actor in Japan? With this four eyes for a manager? Don't make me laugh!" Tina spatted. "You're just a nobody, Kuon! As you always are! Ahahahaha!"
"What is she talking about, this bitch?!"
Ren walked forward towards Tina, before Yashiro could do anything more embarassing. If only they had met at the lobby, things will get even more seriously damaging to his part, well not entirely, but to Yashiro's, considering, the other staff from his next appointment are down there waiting for him. This part right in this corridor was much better. How he wanted so much to slap that pale face! At least, this outcome turned out the one he just wanted.
"I'm not gonna just stand here letting you step all over me and my manager," Ren said. This was the first time Tina saw a dazzling smile from him. "Whether I, just a nobody for a little monster in Japan is a man who's afraid of anything. I guess I'll just have to show you then."
Tina then flashed a victorous smile up at him. "Ren!" Yashiro said. But of course, Ren was still just as stubborn as ever.
"So you agree to take on the role of that challenge then?" she asked with triumph. His face became even more sparkling.
"Yeah."
Yashiro was shocked. "What the heck? Ren! What are you thinking! Are you stupid?"
"Really?" Tina asked again, this time passing by and stopped right beside him. Without looking at him, she continued, "I'll be looking forward to it, sweetheart. My room is always open for you. Come anytime, Kuon."
Open-mouthed in deep surprise, Yashiro watched silently as Tina turned to the corner at the other side of the corridor.
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Inside the LME studio, everyone was very excited for today's shooting. For Ogata, the moment finally came when their leading lady's part appeared in the series at last. The rest of the workers onstage were done with last minute polishing on the final drafts of curtain on the window. Other assistants hurried to their positions beside the cameramen, who were now ready on their dollies.
"Okay here, you'll be following Gia to her condominium," Ogata commanded Ren, pointing to a side on the hallway on the stage. Standing beside the director was Tina in her long silk, peach-colored night gown and matching slippers.
"Still. Ren-sama just look so hot!" whispered a costume assistant to her friend, placing her hands on her obviously beet red cheeks. The fire burning continued to rise to her entire face as her eyes never broke her stare at the leading actor, who nodded to the directions of Ogata onstage. Ren's white shirt, unbuttoned at the top part, leaving the flap wide open to reveal a good view of his well-muscled chest, was tucked in his good fitted faded jeans. This was the ladies' first time to have seen Ren looking best in rugged attire, complete with his light brown short boots. His hair was flicked back in sleek fashion with a few tresses of his bangs hung partly on the side of his chiseled face.
"Yeah! To think we're the only ones who assisted him in the dressing room! Oh– those abs!" her friend silently squealed in excitement with her. "I've chosen such perfect Vivienne Westwood accessories on him!"
"Now I hope you can express the deep heartache that Kira feels the moment he appeared on that spot, Kuon-kun," Ogata said onstage. "They haven't met for a few weeks, and they also haven't called each other since then. Got it?"
"Yes, director," Ren answered calmly. Tina stood silent all along since the director gave him follow-up directions. Behind this calm composure, staring up at Ren, she couldn't deny the fact that this person right in front of her was a complete reincarnation of the one she dearly loved. He looked so much like him. How can this be possible? Was this director's accidental intention? Or Ren's image preference?
"Don't take this lightly. Even if this was already the take of our second appearance in the series,"Tina teased softly, smiling an evil grin at Ren.
"Just shut your trap and just get started," Ren answered back and went out towards the wall of the stage. Tina smirked. "Alright. Sah, we're ready, director Ogata."
"Great. Focus the first scene on him," Ogata said, directing the staff that were ready at their positions, waiting for him.
"Hai!"
Leaving Ren in that hallway, Tina closed the door in front of her. She then walked towards the kitchen across the far side of the stage. Waiting as she stood still, her thoughts just never broke. Anyway, Kazuki Kira was full of this aura, an air of mystery around him. Yet, no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't just think of a possible answer. How can this man look so similar as Ricky? Even the aura around him now. The moment he got out of his dressing room, he immediately wasn't the Kuon that she had just passed by at the studio's entrance hall a while ago. He wasn't the little monster anymore, whom she had met a few hours ago at TBM. Hardly deniable but, for sure, this man. . . . was already Ricky. . . .
"Okay. Let's get started," Ogata exclaimed as he placed his earphones and sat on his silver chair. He then hand signalled the first assistant cameraman holding the slate.
"Yosh. Everyone silent!" the first assistant called. Immediately, the silence that filled the air became even more still as darkness that fills the forest. "All The Things I Do For You, Scene 35! Take one! Marker up. Speed."
"Angle one, speed," said a cameraman on the left side of the stage.
"Angle two ,speed."
"Angle three, speed."
"Sounds, speed," shouted the first assstant. Immediately, the silent studio was filled with background music. Lucifer's instrumental ballad song, an original composed by Sakuya Ookochi, filled the air. A few slow notes of its lead guitar strummed its rock sound in its first verse.
"Lights!"
Right away, the studio's lights positioned towards the stage where the two leading actors stood apart from each other.
"Cameras!"
A dolly on the right side across the stage then moved slowly. Ogata then raised his hand up, shouting loud as he stared at the huge flat screen monitor in front of him, "And– ACTION!"
[On the director's monitor, beautiful Tina, in her soft peach-colored silk nightdress that touched up to her ankles, paced across the kitchen, carrying a cup of hot coffee towards the spacious living room. Although the entire house looked inviting to any visitor, the atmosphere felt cold to the only one living inside. There were a great number of wonderful things in this lovely room: gold and white layered curtains, pink carnations in short glass vases, white lace coverings on every side tables, movie theatre system with their speakers at perfect corners of the wall and a few family pictures on one side of the wall. Her character, Shizuka Gia, was an incredibly rich woman. Her family, the Shizuka Clan, was a high class member in the society. Her father, Shizuka Katstuki, was the owner of a large business, a company in Japan that gave almost all people in the country employment one could ever think of. The family was involved in almost every business in the society; phones, oil, air and land transportation, and malls. But no one knew the truth behind that luxurious image mask. Shizuka Katsuki was also in fact, the head of a huge mafia organization beneath the bellies of Japan underworld. He was called, the Godfather of Japan, Don Katsuki. Katsuki had in fact, a Sicilian blood. He was the direct descendant of Don Vito Corleone, the most feared mafia leader that all its rival families throughout the world has ever known. Gia was the hotel heiress, born as Don Katsuki's only girl and youngest in the family of three. She was her father's girl, spoiled to her own right. Yet behind that loving relationship was a slash of betrayal that greatly left a paint of red scar in Gia's heart; her father had recently gone in an extra marital affair with a rich woman, who was also involved in the underworld. She was the daughter of the close family's friend. And Gia's mother got attracted to a wealthy British mafia friend that she too flew to England with him, leaving her own three children behind to the mansion's head maid– Lina. Since then, Gia had never trusted men. She despised them to the core of her being. Gia made a vow never to fall in love ever again.
Yet, a man in the business industry has captured her attention. A good looking man in his thirties, Kirihara Matsumi. He was dashingly handsome, with sparkling eyes the color of the evergreen forest, and so tall he towered at a good height in front of her. A great aura of charm constantly emerged out of this incredible man. He was the one who took away all the chains she had longed put up around her heart. He understood her for who she was. Just Gia. That relationship rose to a whole new level, as they spend time together every night, deeply immersed in the orgies of lovemaking at his own hotel suite. He was passionate in bed, like a tamed wild horse. For days, they loved passionately, went back to sleep, woke up, and loved again. He rendered Gia helpless, constantly in every delicious move of passion he gave her. Gia enjoyed his touch very much, so much she begged him for more. She love all of it, so much that she can't keep it. Gia could hardly believe that a man such as he would send her to a world of pleasures she had never known. Matsumi loved this precious woman, and she loved him just the same. After eight months, just when she got pregnant with their first child, Gia and Matsumi got married, albeit to her mother's strict reluctance, for she approved of someone she had planned for her daughter since infancy. Since then, the Kirihara couple had been living happily together, while at the same time successfully managing their empire in the society.
But suddenly, in the blink of an eye, another pang of hatred swept Gia like a hurricane; Matsumi was recently busy with his own business in Tokyo that he failed to come home at the usual time. Gia suspected of a mysterious relationship that he had with this new employee been hired as his secretary. That must be, yet that girl was still in her late teens, and was heard of running away from her abusing parents. So it was hard to tell that Matsumi had plans of his own. Yet at the same time, her friend's behavior was weird nowadays. She never talked to her husband recently. Since she had been close to Matsumi and Gia, she dropped by the condominium in the evenings when Matsumi and Gia were present together to welcome her in.
Tina sat on a white sofa. Her Gia inside of her felt that the size of this sectioned furniture was a little bit huge for her slim body. She then breathed a deep sigh as she rested her head and closed her eyes. What a day! So much has happened. Her husband still hadn't visited her since her stay in this huge city. How pitiful that he took her here during his business trip when in fact she could remain at their mansion. She could relax perfectly beside their pool. . . Get a good suntan. . . And her two children must have missed her a lot. But here in this little condo? There's no telephone around. And her husband took her cellphone! What the fuck was her husband thinking? Leaving her here all by herself!
"I hope Hitomi and Ryu are doing alright in school," Tina muttered. She turned her head to the side and gazed at the hands of the clock on the wall. Eleven thirty in the evening. It's already getting very late. She had prepared dinner for her dear husband and, until now, in her expression that had gone to a whirlpool of loneliness right away, Tina said, "He's still not coming. . ."
And Kira. . . . The thought of his image hungs heavy on her mind. . . . Well, it was unexpected that they accidentally met again at that lounge. If only she decided to visit her dear friend who's also in this city, then she wouldn't have seen that guy again. When Gia finally got fed up being left all alone in the huge condominium, she went out one day for a good drink and maybe, a well relaxed smoke. She went inside this jazz bar lounge, named TJ's. There were very few costumers lingering inside, and she remembered she was greatly surprised to have seen youngsters enjoying themselves with drinks and smoke instead of the ones that were in her age. Well there were about five of them at the bar. Among the middle aged men immersed in deep conversation, was the youngest of them all. The one they called almost their own son. He had sat a good few meters away from her. During that unforgettable stare, the mysterious man stood up, completely ignoring the men's talk, and sat beside her. He offered her martini, "straight up, with a twist." They introduced themselves, his name was Kazuki Kira. They lingered in their conversation, never breaking their gazes off each other. It was almost as if Gia thought she had gone back to her foolish, usual self. His presence sent darts of fire in her spine when he talked. She gave him her number after she was teased lightly, for being "hardly anyone as lovely as you would go straight here in the middle of the day for a smoke and drink." He was about to tell her where he lived, yet his fellow friends arrived and invited him to what they mentioned was 'drift' and 'drag', whatever that thing was. It was clear to her that this Kira was involved in street racing. And right at that moment, the dreamy pleasure broke into reality and they bid farewell. It was only for a good short moment with him, yet Gia knew that she had fallen in love at first sight. She knew she would meet him again. And she was right. . . .
Later that night, Gia had gone back to her condominium after visiting her friend. To her amazement, her red Porsche suddenly ran out of gas, as she had forgotten to fill her baby's tank, and now she was forced to walk home. Along the way, she walked all alone, yet suddenly in that midst of mid-darkness, sitting calmly at the sidewalk steel barrier, smoking his cigarette, was Kira. To her immense surprise he had told her his flat was just a few blocks away from hers, and both knew that right at that second, they returned the same recognition they had thought about each other since they first met at that bar that morning. Kira took her in his shining, modified black Toyota Supra, and drove to the hotel suite. She was fooled at first, thinking he had lived in a flat as what he had told her, yet in fact he was actually a wealthy young man, with his father also involved the mafia world. To her shock, his father was a good friend of their family, a "brother" to Don Katsuki, which was the reason Kira had known her only in name. That night the two made delicious, incredible love in bed, deeply entwined in a passion of ecstasy that completely filled Gia to an overwhelming sea of pleasure she never known existed. She had thought all along that it was Matsumi who can give her such love. But Kira was different. He knew her very weakest points and anticipated her every move, and gladly gave her so much more. She loved all of it. More than Matsumi. It was only then that they both realized they truly loved each other to pieces. So much they couldn't live away from each other for merely just a day and two.
Kira was indeed, an incredibly fascinating man. He was tall, dark, and very handsome. So gorgeous, those aquamarine eyes the color of the deepest seas. Sometimes deep blue, sometimes azure. The glint in those eyes was full of fire it pierced right through her, as if trying to possess her fully. . . . devouring her whole. Just that thought brought a slight color to her cheeks. Enough of that! Haaa. . . . There must be something in these papers that should keep her busy. It had been a while since she last heard of the current events. Tina picked up a newspaper from the brown rack beside the sofa, and began to read.
She had just barely turned a page when, all of a sudden, a doorbell rang. Tina then placed back the newspaper on the table.
"Who might be at this hour of night? It's late," Tina muttered as she quickly took her peach night robe. The doorbell rang again. Tina wrapped the ties around her waist, rushing towards the door. "Yes! Coming."
Tina unbolted the locks on the door, and opened it. She stood with her eyes wide open. Right in front of her was Ren in Ricky's perfect manner. Instead of standing at the entrance, as what was written on the script, he was leaning with his back on the opposite side of the wall facing her. His head was low, with a few of his bangs covering the front of his face like a short, black curtain. Only his thumbs were slightly resting in the pockets of his jeans, and his right foot rested on that wall. A part of his white shirt bare open, leaving the flap to show off the black and silver anchor pendant on his silver chain. The silverwork gleamed against the fair skin on his well-chiseled chest. Tina stood speechless. This wasn't the one that was on the script at all! He must stand straight at the entrance. Supposed to be right here where she was standing! Yet. . . . This was how once Ricky looked every time he stopped by at her apartment back in Paris! So him. This is impossible!
Neither of them spoke for the space of several heartbeats. After a few moments of silence, Ren suddenly moved his head up. A sharp glint of the deepest pain a man could ever imagine flashed across Ren's aquamarine eyes. He then jerked his head to the side a little bit, keeping his gaze at Tina. Staring lovingly into her eyes, he finally spoke softly. One that was barely a whisper.
"Gia. . ." ]
"My. . . Such a hurt expression on Hizuri-san's face," a male propsman whispered to his friend standing open-mouthed in front of him.
"I've never seen this type of eyes before since Dark Moon," Kijima said, watching attentively.
"Wow. . . . He looks so perfect," Ogata breathed surprisingly with excitement. His second assistant nodded silently beside him, his eyes staring at the monitor. "Yes director, it's almost as if he's hurting not seeing her even for one day," he said in his low voice.
["Kira!" Tina exclaimed softly in her immense surprise. For Tina's part, she almost forgot her lines right there! Ren was just unbelievably Ricky in her eyes. Going back to her role, deep in her heart. The neighbors will really get wide awake if she will raise her voice down the hall. "Oh my. . . How did you know I temporarily lived here?"
"Risa told me," Ren replied, not moving anything at all. Yet his gaze never broke from her eyes.
"But, Kira. . . Why are you here? It's late at night. We'll see each other again, sometime tomorrow. . . Okay?"
This time Ren moved. Keeping his warm gaze at her, he walked slowly towards her and leaned at the entrance, just bending his head enough to stay closer to her, barely inches apart from her now. He had towered above her, his handsome face filled with so much pain. His eyes blazed a fierce, deep blue fire, hotter than anything she had seen in those aquamarine eyes before. Real desire began moving upward in her belly, and she fought to hide it from him. In his low, cool voice he whispered, "I had to see you, Gia. . . I want to see you. . ."
Staring deeply into her eyes, he lay a finger on the side of her face. Stroking a hair away, he continued. "I missed you. . .You looked so lonely. . . So, I just had to–"
He turned his face away, slightly embarassed with himself. "–ah. . . . I'm sorry– I'm sorry if I've caused you any trouble. . . ."]
"Hmm. Great. Not bad at all," Ogata muttered, keeping his eyes at the monitor, studying Ren's solidly painful expression. For Ogata, this was so deep that he hadn't expected Ren to have deviated from the script yet keeping his role right on the spot. He was already used to this young actor's adlib since his act on Dark Moon.
[Just as Ren was about to turn away and walked from the door, Tina held him back.
"Ah–Kira!" Tina said, wrapping her arms around him. She then whispered, "Please, don't let go off me. . . Don't go."
He pulled her closer to his arms and, looking unable to resist, brushed her soft lips with his. The two lingered in their tight embrace. Then, for a moment in this silence, they looked into each other's eyes. For what seemed like an eternity, finally, she stared back into his eyes, and spoke tenderly in her most desperate, loving whisper. "Please. . . Kira, stay with me. . ."
He held her face tenderly in his hands, gently caressing the softness of her skin. They were inches apart from each other. The glint in his eyes kept burning ever so fiercer. In answer he caught her chin in one hand. "Ah. . . I will."
He kissed her deeply. With a triumphant cry she moaned sexily. He then swept her up and locked his lips again with hers in a deep, passionate kiss. One hand cradling her, the other closed the door swiftly to a shut. She could smell his fragrant, masculine perfume in this embrace. He was indeed strong in his grip on her, with her legs wrapped in his waist. His lips were ever so soft, almost the same as Ricky's. Why his lips too?! They broke off from their deep kiss in a wild gasps just in time as they hit the wall on a living room with a soft thud. Hungrily, he drove on the fair pillar on her neck, down to her shoulder, pulling the straps of her silk gown off her. His other hand moved to caress her milky-white leg, pushing the gown up to reveal her fair thigh. He caressed her skin back and forth in his most tender touch, as light as a feather yet full with so much longing. The straps fell slowly as he continued to love her, revealing a good view of her firm, big, round breasts. She slowly moved in rhythm up on the wall, breathing heavily his mouth drove hungrily on her nipple, playing it with his tongue, nipping it and sucking it eagerly. She moaned to his sweet assault, seeking more thrill to his tender kisses that drove again to her other breast, while caressing her thigh and nipped her buttock with his hand. The sensation on her body drove her to a deep whirlpool of pleasure that left her breathless. Such wonderful loveplay this was. She looked erotic, half naked, grinding slowly on that wall as he tasted the sweetness of her doves. His mouth came up deliciously on hers, and she locked it masterfully with his. She moaned ever so longingly to his experienced, silken tongue that slid inside her welcoming, sweet mouth tenderly, teasing and fencing her with such passion that rendered her helpless. Her slender fingers moved to caress the softness of his silky black hair, wrapping her arms close to him. They broke again in a wild gasp. Catching his breath, he spoke lovingly.
"Gia. . . I love you."
"And I love you so, Kira. . . Please, take me. Everything. . . All of it!"
With a glad cry, he swept her back into his arms and the two fell back in a whirlpool of pleasure in their deepest, hot kiss, wrapping themselves in their most heated passion as they devour each other in their tight, loving embrace. ]
"And – CUT!" Ogata shouted as he raised in hand up in signal. The first assistant cameraman snapped the top of his slate back down. "First take, done!"
Ren and Tina broke off from their kiss just in time, panting as they tried to catch back their breath. He released his tight grip on her, letting her stand properly on the floor. Both their eyes lingered in deepest stare, and then Ren turned to walk away. Can she still continue to call him little monster and childish now?
"Wow! Really, that amazing, Kuon-san!" Kijima exclaimed in excitement. Kijima's role in the series is Ren's character's best friend. His take on the previous scene was done. Too bad Ren hadn't caught him up and his take was done just as he arrived, thanks to Tina's sudden appearance at TBM. He then patted his shoulder. "I didn't know you were that good! Just one take. So incredible, bro!"
"Thanks for the compliment," Ren answered calmly, wiping a smear on his lips. Damnit, this fucking dirt. The pressure that still lingered in this mouth was also as hard as stone that drops on the ground. Shit.
He walked towards the dressing room. Yashiro stood a few meters ahead of him, right in front of the door. Both of them had the same faint, dark expression that could further harden the already cold ice. For Yashiro, there was no need to watch the entire take as he knew just how naturally amazing his client was. One scene was all that was just needed. Nothing more. Plus no NG's. All the more he doesn't have to watch when it's the snake of a bitch was right there acting with his little brother.
"Still a good take, Ren," Yashiro said, putting back his loose spectacles up on his nose as Ren passed him by silently. He then held a wet facial tissue up, still pissed to the core. For the very first time in his life, he can finally let out more steam of himself freely to this man and started, "Wipe that shit on your lips. You may look an experienced motherfucker out there in that scene, but I can't take how fucking disgusting you look to me right now. . ."
What the hell? This guy smooth with the shit. Yashiro looked better in this state! Who would when this was also Yashiro's first time to have met someone who had the nerve to step all over him that easily? Yashiro had never felt degraded like this in his entire life. His pride as the no. 1 manager in Japan, had indeed been shattered shamelessly. Now it's about time he had to stand firm as if that was just nothing. Ren felt impressed. This is what a manager should be. Maybe which is the reason why Kotonami Kanae said yes to him. He bet with a woman like that, for sure Yashiro would be the one to pay car notes and everything.
Smiling at him, Ren took the wet facial tissue gratefully. "Thank you, Yashiro-san. You anticipate me."
"No problem. You're welcome, Ren. I always knew you'd need one," he said. He followed Ren inside. "I don't give a damn how incredible that was. Neechan should fucking take that kiss back."
Ren chuckled to that spat. He sat on his silver chair and grabbed the soft towel. Wiping a sweat on his face, he listened to Yashiro. "By the way, neechan called while you're shooting."
"Ah– really? How was she doing?" Ren asked. As if nothing great had happened, ignoring the entire situation, Yashiro talked about his phone conversation with Kyoko, as he closed the dressing room door shut behind him.
Far back at the stage, Tina stood speechless. Slowly placing up the straps of her silk night gown back on her shoulders, Tina thought how breathtakingly amazing Ren was during the take. It all took just one scene and Ren had done the adlib perfectly. . . . All the more she felt more embarassed when during the shooting, she loosened herself and got lost in his act, thinking it was Ricky all along. . . . . Well he perfectly acted Ricky during the entire take alright. . . .
She had walked back towards her dressing room with what she hoped was great dignity. She was quite surprised that she could move at all, for her legs beneath the long silk night gown were shaking terribly. She was very confused, and not just a little frightened yet excited by her natural reaction to Ren. That man. . . . Kuon. He had indeed turned into such a fantastic man. . Now she finally understood. . . No wonder so many girls were falling all over him, even in the past. . . . He was so fascinating, thought Tina, and when their eyes met there had been a moment of deep recognition. Well, for her part alone. . . . But she must never forget that deep within the depths of her heart, still, that man was the one who put her Ricky in great danger, ending his early life to pieces. . . . That was the most unforgivable thing he could have ever done to her. . . . Yes, what he had done was the worst of all possible nightmares she could have ever imagine happening. . . . He had killed Ricky. . . . He had broken their dreams. . . . Her life got shattered. . . . Her pride as Christina Ruthgard, now Christina Takahashi, now ended in shambles. . . . She was as far worse as a dead person walking alive. . . .
"You surely know how to get a woman crazy all over for you," Tina muttered silently inside the dressing room, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. For the very first time in her life, she had gazed upon her own image again. She was still ravishingly beautiful. Yet the glint in her eyes when Ricky was all that she had was long gone.
She will definitely shatter that life of his, just the same way as what happened to her. . . .
Suddenly, at that instant, her cellphone began to ring. Tina picked it up, and pushed the button.
"Yes, Christina speaking," Tina answered, smiling at the mirror. A cold, female voice about in her early twenties spoke back.
"Miss Tina, I have arrived at the airport just now."
Tina felt great sparks of triumph and excitement began to fill her veins. It has finally started . . . . At last, the wait has finally come. . . .
"You called just at the right time," Tina said, flashing a cold, evil grin.
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It would be a wise decision to go and visit Ren for a while, Kyoko had thought as she arrived at the park the following cloudy morning. Production propsmen had just passed by her with a load of hose towards the other side of the park, where the rest of the team were busily preparing the set for the following take. Kyoko had just noticed her fellow friend Momose entering a white van on a parking lot far from the filming set. Right beside hers was a row of large buses probably for the rest of the production team. She then walked further towards the set and other workers had immediately recognized an incoming guest with a huge surprise in their eyes.
"Ah, it's Kyoko-sama!"
"Kyoko-sama is here?"
"My, this is unexpecting of a top actress in Japan!"
A fellow supporting actress hurried to Ogata, who was concentrating on studying the recent acting of a particular scene in one of the monitors, listening intently to his huge earphones. "Sensei! Ogata sensei!" She then placed her hand on the director to get his attention. Ogata turned and pulled off his earphones. "What is it, Natsumi-chan?"
"Excuse me Ogata sensei. . . But Hizuri Kyoko-san is here!"
"Eh–?" Ogata couldn't believe what he had just heard.
On a side right where the panel of monitors for the director's viewing were located, Yashiro had just passed Ren a bottle of cold water when he suddenly heard a slight commotion on the far end of the set. Standing cheerfully among the center of the group was his dearest little friend.
"Ren, it's neechan. She's here," Yashiro reminded. He then walked towards her as Ren turned around and placed his bottle on the ground.
"Kyoko neechan. What are you doing here?" Yashiro greeted with a happy smile.
"Ah– good morning, Yashiro-san," Kyoko replied. "I just came here to see how things are going today. How are you?"
"Doing great," Yashiro lied. That snake just didn't stop. Best not to worry Kyoko for that. It's unecessary. Just then, Ren came up behind him. Kyoko was speechless. Her dearest beloved looked utterly handsome in his attire right now: His hair had been dyed black again, this time it had done sleek and was combed back smoothly. A few tresses of his bangs hung neatly at the sides of his face. It was as if looking straight at Kuu- Otousama's signature hairstyle. His sleeves were folded up nicely, up to his well-muscled arms. The flaps lay wide open, revealing a good view of his bare, chiseled chest. A sparkling black and silver anchor pendant from Vivienne Westwood hung from his silver chain. His shirt was tucked in his fitted faded jeans, and he looked great in his hard, dark brown outdoor shoes. This was the first time in her life to have seen Ren wearing a small, silver Vivienne Westwood earring in his right ear. It suited him perfectly. It felt as if she had gone head over heels in love with him again.
Ren enjoyed the sweet surprise in his wife's eyes, moving their stares ever slowly from his head to toe. A genuine smile lit up on his lips. This was priceless. Yeah, she liked how he looked right now. He moved slowy towards her, taking her close in his arms.
"I never expect you to be here, dear," Ren said warmly. He clearly understood Yashiro's mask. It was not long ago that Tina had hit on him again as soon as they arrived at the set. He gave a loving kiss on her soft cheek and spoke softly. "You didn't called me. You should have let me known you're coming. . ."
Kyoko moved up to his soft touch on her forehead his lips gave. He liked how her hands lay on his chest as they stood this close to each other. Kyoko nodded lightly. "Mmm. . Sorry I didn't. I just want to see you today, anata," she said. She then flashed her wonderful smile. "I won't take long, I'm going back as soon as I finish watching your take."
"Well, I guess have to do NG's then. I only have one scene for today before we move to the next location," Ren answered. Yashiro chuckled, moving his head in utter disbelief. NG's, huh. What the fuck.
"No. I don't want to see unecessary bloopers," Kyoko said. "Seeing you right now is enough. Just do your best, anata." Ren smiled. Yes, this was his wife. She's encouring him to be more perfectionist. How sweet.
"Kyoko-chan! It's great to see you!" Ogata said, coming towards them. "I've never heard from you since you stayed with Kuon-kun."
"Good morning, Ogata sensei," Kyoko greeted, bowing respectfully. "Yes, I have to let you know I just stopped by to see Kuon for a while. I'm so sorry to have disturbed you. You must be filming right now–"
"Ahahaha! No none at all, Kyoko-chan!" Ogata insisted, raising both his hands up to hold back Kyoko's low bow. "You came just at the right time. We were just done with the first scene today. We'll only shoot a few scenes with Rika-san and Kuon-kun today, then we go to the city for the next shoot."
Takarada Rika. . . . One of the most finest actresses in Hollywood, now the leading lady in this television series. . . . What must she looked like?
"Come. You should stay for a while and have a good look around," Ogata said, leading Kyoko and the rest of the group further towards the other side of the set. "We'll be shooting in the next five minutes."
Inside the biggest trailer parked beside a bus, Tina sat quietly as a makeup artist had just finished styling her hair. There was a soft knock on the door.
"It's time to shoot, Takarada Rika-sama," a young, male voice called.
"Yes, I'm coming."
"Okay everyone, let's get started," Ogata commanded at the center of the set. Ren and Tina stood a few meters apart from each other. "You focus your angle towards Ren's side."
"Hai, director!" a cameraman not far from Tina's left shouted. Ogata then hurried back to the huge black parasol, where his panel of monitors lined neatly to one another. His assistant handed his earphones to him. He took them and wore them, sat on his silver chair, then called on his megaphone. "Let's begin."
The first assistant cameraman fixed his blue cap down his forehead. "Yosh." He moved the slate in front of him and shouted loudly, holding the lever up. "Ready! Everyone quiet! Marker up! Scene 49, take one!"
Silence then filled the air, as thrilling as the birds that flew across the sky. His echoing voice reached everyone's ears, as far as the group of fans standing far from the park's side banister, standing attentively in anticipation as they watched the shooting ahead.
"PROPS!" the first assistant cameraman shouted. Just then, a group of men on the far side of the park moved a lever and a perfect amount of water splashed across the center of the set, as if real rain had showered generously upon Ren and Tina. The voice of the first assistant echoed louder across the water.
"CAMERAS!"
A cameraman on Ren's right shouted. "Angle one, speed!"
A dolly slowly moved far from Tina and Ren. "Angle two, speed!"
A cameraman on Tina's left, the one whom Ogata was directed with instructions to, shouted loud. "Angle three, speed!"
A crane slowly motioned downwards. A man controlling it from below shouted. "Angle four, speed!"
Ogata then took his megaphone. Now it was his turn to call out, his voice echoing deeply in the air just as the first assistant clapped the slate. "ACTION!"
[Everything went worse to Gia. She caught her dear husband with someone else right at her dear friend's apartment, her father on the move recently against the other rival families in the underworld– almost killing him with the process, and Kira was almost seen with her yesterday by her husband's man. Just as her relationship bloomed further, it withered back again.
"Gia. Let's stop seeing each other," Ren said under the rain, standing tall, gazing at her. Gia could hardly believe what she had heard.
"Kira–"
"–I can't let this go on," Ren insisted, turning his head away from her. Hidden in the shadows across the road, Kira just saw her being pulled roughly by her dear husband out from the club last night, embarassing her in front of her close friends. "I just can't bear to see you get hurt, Gia. . . ."
Yet Tina hurried and hugged his back close to her, stopping him just as he planned to walk away. Tina spoke softly. "Please, Kira! It's alright. . . Just don't say anything anymore. . ."
Ren turned around and looked deeply into her eyes. He held her chin and caressed her face inches from him. Then he swept her towards him and locked her soft lips with his in a deep, passionate kiss. Tina wrapped her arms around him in this rain, letting him pull her closer to his body. On and on the passion rise further, as Gia and Kira buried themselves in this heated kiss in each other's arms.]
Standing silently beside Yashiro, Kyoko thought Ren's leading lady was an amazing actress. She was beautiful, and looked so elegant in her manner. . . . So this was the popular actress everyone had been talking about excitedly. . . . But why was it that even if this was just an act, a great pang of pain stabbed at her heart? The more she continued gazing at them in that delicious kiss, locked close to each other in that tight embrace, without a care in the world in that rain, the more painful her chest felt. Kyoko quickly turned her eyes away from them. This was unbearable. Even the kiss was no good at all, Kyoko realized. No kiss, no sex, not even an embrace will do. Not on her husband. Not Kuon! In this eternal silence, Kyoko waited. Her hands clutched at the handles of her leather bag tightly. Her fingers curled in a tight fist they dug deeply into her skin. The pain was nothing compared to how she felt right now. This had to hurry. . . Please hurry up with it, director Ogata. . . . Please! Please hurry and stop it!
"AND– CUT! GOOD JOB!" Ogata's loud voice on the megaphone shouted in the air. Kyoko breathed a sigh of relief. Just in time!
The splash was turned off right away. Ren and Tina quickly broke from their kiss. Since they were standing wet in front of all the production team present in this set, Tina anticipated more grievous act. She'd better speak so as all of them could hear. "You were really cold as ever," she said, in her coolest teasing voice. "We can love each other as crazy as wild animals."
Ren pushed her arms away from her grip on his waist. "Only in this series."
Watching Ren walked away, Tina smirked in her gorgeously evil grin. "Hmmph! You'll see. . . . I won't stop at this loveplay right when we're still on the first stage, Kuon. Hahaha. . . I can't wait until I see you torn in pieces. It has finally begun, dear."
Yashiro picked the half-filled bottle up and handed it to Ren now coming towards them. "That was great," Yashiro said with a clean fake smile, clearly hating that fact to the deepest core of his being. What the fuck was wonderful in that scene? It was rabid. Kyoko nodded happily.
"If you feel uncomfortable, don't come to the set anymore, anata," Ren said softly in his low, cool voice as he grabbed the bottle. Damn! He hit the spot right there! Best to keep this low from him. Just smile calmly as if nothing happened.
"I know. But when I'm here I get to see my dearest husband. At least, even for a while," Kyoko said. Ren opened his bottle. "I'm sorry, anata– I can't help you much," he said. Her presence greatly inspired him. Just seeing her standing there is enough to make him happy, even for just a while. "Mmm. . . don't mind it," Kyoko said, raising her hand up. "That's okay, anata. You're busy with this series too."
Standing across her silver chair, Tina irritatingly stared at Kyoko. "Who's that little girl?" Tina spatted as her assistant placed a towel around her. "What?" her assistant asked in surprise. "I've been noticing her since I got back to the set," Tina answered hotly, her brows furrowed. "She doesn't look like one of the staff around here. And yet she keeps hanging over Kuon. It's annoying."
"I've seen her just today, Madam," her assistant replied. "She may be Hizuri Kuon's wife that everyone on the set had been talking about."
"Huh? That girl?" Tina laughed. Unbelievable. This won't be taking any further action until it's proven that she really was Kuon's wife.
"I'm free tomorrow."
"Yeah? Really, anata?" Kyoko asked in surprise. Ren smiled back at her. "Ah. . So tomorrow, we can spend the entire day together," he said. This was great. He had to pull a date back even for just one day, so he can be with his beloved wife. Staying all alone in the house must have filled her with too much loneliness. At least just this once, he can have a break off.
"I'm sorry but your day off has been cancelled, Ren," Yashiro said, breaking the thrill between the two. "You'll be busy the whole day tomorrow. Sorry for breaking that out, neechan."
"Ah– no it's alright. I understand," Kyoko said with a smile. Too bad she'll still be left alone in the house. She missed him!
"There are several promotional activities for the drama. You also have to go on interviews with Takarada Rika-san, Ren," Yashiro added. "When was that scheduled?" Ren asked. Though he had this calm composure, it was clear that deep in his heart he was irritated at this sudden change. This was Lory's doing all along. It really has begun.
As the two gentlemen were talking about the scheduled plans for tomorrow, Kyoko felt a sharp, dark aura aimed towards her. She turned her head and gazing right back at her was Tina. She now wore a warm bath robe in her silver chair, her legs folded. Hot tea steamed in the cup she was holding to warm her hands. Behind the wet curtain of her bangs, Tina's cold stare lit a piercing fire beneath her blue eyes, sending daggers of ice straight at Kyoko. For Kyoko's part, she had never felt such dark, deep loathing, as deep as the depths of the ocean, from someone in her life before. Why was this woman glaring at her? What's going on?
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#Author's Note: Wow. Tina's liking Ren's kisses. Damn! Kyoko should take that kiss back, right? She'd better be! Let's find that out when we meet again at Chapter Twenty Two guys! Take good care! I love you! Mwah mwah mwah! Oh, the timeline will appear next time. For now I'm not putting it in the next chapters.
Lots of hugs and kisses,
~MrAZ