Kyoko could feel a painful pulsing beneath the surface of her temples. Her eyes ached in a similar fashion as her lids began to flutter open. As consciousness assaulted her, the young actress found that she was laying on a soft, cool surface. Forcing the discomfort behind her gaze aside, she pushed her eyes open and slid her palms to either side of her face. Lifting her body into a sitting position, the LoveMe member took in her surroundings, feeling her jaw go slack with shock. No… she thought.

Kyoko was in the confines of a stretch limousine. The interior was a bit chilly and smelled faintly of alcohol and clean leather. Her skin bristled with iciness. Looking down at her curt state, she could feel her mouth go dry. Where is my dress? Shamefully, she covered her chest with her arm and swallowed uncomfortably.

"Good morning, Princess," a smooth, masculine voice purred, startling her. Looking to her right, she found Reino staring back at her, a gleam of cruel intentions veiled his expression. One arm was draped along the top of the seat, outstretched towards her, while the other rested on his knee, fingertips gripping a glass with amber liquid to match her glare. "My, my, you're so erotic when you awake."

Crawling into the corner of the vehicle in an effort to get as far away as possible, Kyoko continued to try and shield her vulnerable state from her abductor. "What the hell did you do to me, Beagle?" she attacked, hoping her voice didn't betray her fear.

Snickering with amusement, Reino drained his drink and then slipped the glass back to the mini-bar. Turning his body towards his prey, he licked his lips, and caressed her body salaciously with devilish lilac orbs. "Your dress, while exquisite, was a pain in the ass to remove. You should be grateful I took care of that chore for you."

Instinctively, she looked down again and felt her heart starting to race with dread. Kyoko was clad in a white strapless lace corset, with matching cheeky panties and white floral-net thigh-highs. She had tried her best to look as sexy as possible hoping to run into Kuon for a make-up. If she knew that her efforts would be received by her stalker, well… She probably would have worn that damned visually destructive pink suit instead.

"You are quite divine," he purred as he shifted closer to the young woman.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked angrily. "What the hell do you want?" Her fingers trembled at the scent of his cologne. Recognizing the predicament of her situation, the actress soon found her form following suit.

Closing the chasm between them, Reino glided his hand over her knee, and rubbed her skin with his thumb. "Isn't it obvious yet?"

Kyoko looked into Reino's piercing stare.

"I'm finally going to make you mine."

Her jaw tightened at his bold confession. A terribly familiar chain of ice started to snake its way around her heart, freezing every instinct that shouted at her to fight. All thoughts in her mind began to fade away to dust as an undefeatable panic pooled deep within her. It was Karuizawa all over again, but this time she had nothing for which to protect herself. Kyoko was helpless, and utterly alone with a man who was driven to ruin her. … please… please, save me… help me, …

His hand moved up her thigh, his mouth inching nearer to hers. Kyoko shoved her hands against his chest. She pushed with what strength she had. Her maneuver was thwarted as he grabbed her slender wrists. Pinning them aside, Reino leaned forward and kissed her passionately. Wholly unsure of what to do next, Kyoko gave in, hoping it would be enough to satiate his longing. But the longer it lasted, the more frightened she became. Turning her face away, she screamed: "No! Don't touch me, you bastard!"

"No one will save you this time, darling." He whispered into her ear. "Your monstrous Tsuruga is too busy doing what he does best: killing."

Kyoko's head snapped back. A flurry of memories flooded her as she recalled learning the truth about Tsuruga, it was the reason they weren't together at the gala to begin with. But who? Who could possibly… Realization dawned. "No! I don't believe you!"

Reino chuckled with great mirth. "So, you aren't that dense after all."

"There's no way he would do that! He wasn't even at the—"

"Quite contrary, my love. He was there and he watched, along with the rest of the world, as the man you once loved finally confessed to you in full romantic fashion." Watching the comprehension blossom like a lily in her startled gape, gave the villain so much life. He sneered with great satisfaction. "Just as I planned."

"You…bastard…"

"I knew that once Tsuruga saw blood, you would be free for the taking. No one will stop me now, Kyoko-dear."


Sho stumbled into the waiting lounge, hoping to find his beloved. He knew that Kyoko would run from him. After a year's worth of taunting and fighting, how could she possibly believe his affections to be sincere? Hell, he had a difficult time admitting the truth even as it became blatantly apparent every single time he caught a glimpse of her, whether in person or on television. Fuwa Sho always knew deep down in his egocentric heart that Kyoko would never succeed in her threats, however, not only did she succeed… she has stepped onto equal footing. While she claimed hatred of him, Sho felt that over time he could melt her heart and take possession. Little did he realize that he had lost himself to her a long time ago…

"Kyoko!" He shouted, sliding his palm around on the wall beside the door. Flicking the switches caused the room to flood with light immediately. Walking towards the center of the lounge, he looked around hoping to discover some sign of her presence. "Kyoko… tell me you're here, please?"

With knitted brows, he searched the attached conference room and around the large desks. Whenever he became scared or needed to be alone, Sho recalled that as a child she would seek solace beneath desks and in the corners of dark rooms, that's if she didn't run out of the house crying. Yet it seemed that his luck was falling terribly short.

"Kyoko!" Another voice shouted as he ran into the room, breath barely labored. "Kyoko!" He yelled once more before his green glare fell upon the room's sole occupant.

Turning towards him, Sho frowned. Aren't you a beastly bastard, he thought taking in the surprising height of the blonde foreigner. "How do you know Kyoko?" he asked boldly, concern lighting his tone. Sho moved away from the desks and dared to approach the stranger. The air in the room suddenly became heavy with tension and fury. "Who the hell are you?" he voiced his thoughts aloud, meeting the wrathful stare of the intruder. A great sense of familiarity began to overwhelm him. "Wait… do I kn—"

SMACK!

His words were abruptly interrupted as a large, tight fist collided with the left side of Sho's jaw. A small crack could be heard resonating through the room as his body was thrown to the ground from the punch's impact.

"You sonofabitch!" Ren shouted through clenched teeth. "I'm going to fucking destroy you!" Ren fell on top of his prey, grabbed his collar and heaved him off the ground. His red fist continued to plow into Sho's face passionately.

Desperately searching for an opening, Sho reached out and grasped the edges of his opponent's tuxedo. Pulling him forward ever so lightly, the singer then shoved with all his might, throwing Ren off of his body. Seeing the taller blonde ready for another attack, Sho kicked out getting the bastard in the shin, sending him to his knees. Quickly finding his feet he jammed his knee into Ren's face drawing blood.

Losing balance, Ren pressed his palm to the ground to keep from completely toppling over. Agony flooded his nose and cheeks causing a deep pain to migrate up into his temples. Glancing over his shoulder, he knew that he had to ignore the pain. Swinging around on his knee with great agility, he jabbed Fuwa in the gut and watched with pleasure as he reeled over. Hastily coming to a stance, he returned the favor and lurched his right knee up, slamming it into Sho's forehead.

Backing away, Sho put out his right hand in surrender as his left cupped his nose. "Stop! Please, just fucking stop!" He begged out of sheer frustration and anger. "Will you tell me what the hell is going on and what I did to warrant such an ass-kicking?" Then recalling the stranger's use of English, he repeated himself in the Western tongue, hoping to stop the madness.

Loosening his tie, Ren continued to scowl at the pitiful musician. "How dare you confess to her like that?!" He roared in Japanese. "Do you honestly have no fucking respect for the fact that she is taken?!"

Furrowing his brown brows with bewilderment, Sho gawked at the stranger as if he were some alien creature. As the contest of withering looks continued, the idol finally put all of the pieces together. Soft, bloodied lips fell open in astonishment as it hit him with full force. "Tsuruga?!"

A growl escaped the number one actor in acknowledgement. Even he had forgotten for a moment that he was quite a strange sight at the moment.

Sho knew that something was askew, apprehension flooding his heart like a flame. "She's not here," he finally stated matter-of-factly, dropping the rage completely.

Ren nodded. "I can see that, thanks."

An awkward silence veiled the brooding duo. Fuwa pondered where Kyoko could have possibly run off to, while trying to find the words necessary to address her so-called "boyfriend." Meanwhile, Ren just wanted to find Kyoko. A starving bloodlust continued to storm within him, but he knew that in the end, it would solve nothing. Killing Sho would not bring her back to him, it would only work to prove him the murderer she felt he was.

"In my defense," his voice quiet and sincere, Sho spoke moving towards the lumbering rival. "I tried to run from it for a very long time. I knew that I had to admit my feelings, first to myself. I wasn't really planning on ever telling Kyoko of my feelings. I know how she feels about me, I know what I did. I'm not a dumbass, I don't deserve her. But then…"

A glassy expression came over his eyes, Ren noticed. He stared off into space while he recalled the moment everything changed for him, and despite his hatred… the actor felt empathy.

"She came down those stairs, looking more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. I felt every bad thing I had done to her while all she'd ever given me was support. It was an impulse, but I knew in that moment… I had to tell her."

Unsure of how to respond to such a display of blatant honesty, Ren simply nodded.

"As much as I fucking hate to see her with you, my rival, I won't stand in her way if you're truly what she wants."

"About time you grew up, Fuwa."

The two nodded in mutual understanding.

"But before she can make that choice, and we can sort all of this out, we must find her," Ren added with mounting distress. "I saw her run into this room, there is no way she could have disappeared so quickly."

"Is there any other way out of this room?" Sho inquired, looking around. The only other room attached to the lounge is the conference area, but he had not looked thoroughly enough for an exit. As he moved to check, a shimmer of color caught his attention. Sho quickly ran to the couch, a single oval-shaped piece of fabric was stuck between the cushions, sticking up just enough to catch the light. "I think I found something."

"I found another exit," Ren muttered loudly. When the idol lifted his head, he saw that there was in fact a second room behind the desks. Taking the small piece of fabric, he stuffed it into his pocket and followed the voice. The room was in fact a long hallway with double doors at the end. Above them was a sign that read "EMERGENCY" in red, with a large grey trash bin to the right. He jogged over to see what Ren was examining.

"Must be an entrance for employees," Sho said quietly.

"It's her dress…" Ren said, voice distant and fuming. Lifting it up to his nose, he inhaled softly.

"I found this." Showing him the small piece from her gown, the two men shared a look of total bewilderment. "I know that she was upset by what I did, but I know Kyoko wouldn't just take off like this."

"Absolutely not," Ren concurred. "She was chosen specifically by the president to attend tonight. She wouldn't let him down."

"Then where the hell is she?" Sho barked, worried.

As he pondered their predicament, Ren was overcome with a flash of recent events. And voices… An abundance of them resonating with a reality that left him feeling hollow and horrified…

Reino turned to Kyoko and knelt before her like a noble prince. Sweeping her hand into his own, he tenderly kissed her knuckles and raised those dangerous lilac eyes to her golden stare. "Kyoko is the object of my desires and the woman who makes my soul burn." Standing back up, he pulled his sitting beauty to her feet and kissed her knuckles once again. "Unfortunately for me, my affections are one-sided." He gazed at his fans across the audience and then looked directly into the camera. "Kyoko is much too professional to allow room for personal feelings in the workplace. But this won't discourage me." Turning his face to hers again, he sneered sinfully. "One day I know she will be mine."

"Are you my fairy prince?"

"Please, tell me the truth, Ren… Ren… Is that even your real name?"

"I don't want to hear it! No more lies!"

"If Tsuruga Ren is your stage name, then what is your real name?"

"Is it… Is it because you…killed someone…?"

"You're a murderer?!"

"One day I know she will be mine."

"Kyoko is the object of my desires."

"She makes my soul burn."

"In Debauchery, you both looked gorgeous, and your chemistry was absolutely mind-blowing!"

"I can no longer hide my feelings."

"You've been lying to me for two years!"

"How funny was it to watch me talk like a starry-eyed idiot about my fairy prince?"

"Just leave me the hell alone!"

"Kyoko is the object of my desires."

"One day I know she will be mine.

"She makes my soul burn."

"Kyoko is the object of my desires. One day I know she will be mine."

"Oh shit… That bastard…" Ren mumbled as every single letter fell into place. "I know who has her."

"Who? Who is it, Tsuruga?!"

"I'm going to fucking kill him… if we're not too late…"