AN: I have a cold and whereas I feel this chapter was okay, my head is kind of bouncy right now so I'm not sure it feels lacking. I hope it's not and I hope you enjoy it. There will be continuing of last chapter hopefully next chapter. This is just answering some questions.

Chapter Twenty One

"Kyoko," I hear one of the other designers, Amanda, say as I check to make sure that all of the pieces of wardrobe were returned. I have said that I want to make sure that there is nothing that can be taken away from the runway but I wish I hadn't, it means I can't leave as quickly as I would want. "Your show was wonderful, darling. All of the ruby and sapphire, the only thing missing was emerald."

I smile as I hear that. Everyone should know that I don't design with emeralds because that is the color that I reserve for Kuon and Kuon alone. Nobody else deserves the stunning green that can make anyone stop and lose their breath and stare into those eyes and…those eyes are mine, well they're Kuon's but Kuon is mine. "Emeralds are too important."

"Is it true that your husband is in recovery he's been missing for a long time?" Amanda asks and I nod. I run my hand over one of the dresses that I've created. I close my eyes and feel a deep warmth inside of me. Now that everything is accounted for, I get to return to Kuon.

"He's recovering," I tell her not wanting to give out more details than that. Usually Kuon tries to accompany me to these shows and often he brings the girls too. Whether he is off stage or in the audience depends on the show and how everyone is feeling. He won't be joining us for some time however since he is still alive then that means I'm sure he eventually will. "Sorry. I really do want to go and spend some more time with him and the girls."

"Such a devoted wife you are," Amanda teases me before shaking her head, "No one would blame you though. Your husband is a sweetheart and he's more supportive than most of the significant others." I nod as I think about Kuon. He really does support me despite my sometimes stubborn attitude. I pack up the garments and send them with my assistant back to the show room. I excuse myself from conversation and get on the phone.

As I wait for Julie to pick up, I feel someone pulling on my arm, I try to pull it back before the person holds on tighter. "Excuse me," I say trying to keep a neutral expression on my face so that I don't come off badly to the media. I try to look at the fan. Most people think that because I'm shorter than most of the models that I can't protect myself. Yes, I am short especially in photographs with Kuon but that doesn't mean I'm not capabl-what the hell.

I stare at the blond asshole who somehow can't take a hint, no it's been far more than a hint. "What the hell are you doing here!?" I ask as I look at Shotaro. It's a couple of days before Halloween but I wasn't hoping to find this type of a monster reentering my life. As soon as the court documents get filed the better.

"I heard you had a show, I came to see it," he says as if that explains everything. No. I don't want him anywhere near me and I especially don't want him backstage. "You were obviously trying to protect his feelings."

"His feelings?" I ask in disbelief because this doesn't make sense. Why is Shotaro still attempting to persuade me that my husband doesn't matter when he matters more to me than anyone. "You mean my husband!?" I yell louder than I expected to. "Listen, I don't want to have anything to do with you! You're the one who is responsible for Kuon's condition and you can get lost for all I care!"

"You mean now that he's not even able to work?" Shotaro says and I just want to kill him. I hate him. I don't think I will keep myself from hating him this time. I feel my old grudges coming to the surface again.

"He's recovering and he needs time to recover!" I yell and he shakes his head.

"You call that recovering, he keeps getting sicker and sicker!" Shotaro laughs coldly and I want to tear out his throat with my nails. I am so pissed at him for thinking that he owns me and that he can win me over and I can be his. He has absolutely nothing to offer me. I might not be an actress but I'm a very famous and popular fashion designer. I have my own money and fame from my designs and people have even worn my outfits down red carpets and not just myself and Kuon. I have clothes featured in so many magazines I could use them as wallpaper and never repeat a design.

"Maybe because you came to our house and attacked him. He had a seizure and you still attempted to attack him. Who the hell attacks someone with a seizure! Or maybe because when he had a cold and was suffering, you came to the hospital to attack him!" I look up at Shotaro and feel a few flashes. I turn and see that there are reporters there who have caught us on camera. I didn't even notice them, I was so caught up by Shotaro being there. I turn to Amanda who looks at me apologetically.

"Kyoko! Kyoko!" some of the reporters say to me and I blink. I didn't mean to say that about Kuon. I only came because this was a very important work event.

"Can you repeat what you just said?" one of the reporters asks me and I feel as if I'm not present. I ignored my surroundings and now I'm here with this guy and I've said things that I didn't need to. I look down. "Did this man really attack Kuon?"

"It's…no comment," I say and hear Shotaro scoff at that.

"Guy deserves it. He doesn't know how to talk anymore. Some rich mute guy, he's a freak," Shotaro says in English but his Japanese accent is definitely heard through his words. I shake my head. I miss Kuon's stereotypical Southern Californian accent that made me swoon the very first time I heard it. I miss hearing him standing up for me and bringing the conversation around to the collection and the show and how the models really were hard working. Kuon knows how to handle the press like a pro but he's recovering, he risked everything to save me and he's recovering.

How dare he!? I look at Shotaro, my eyes widening. I had just said no comment to protect him but now he's actually verbally abusing the man that I love and the man who has always been protecting me. What is worse is that Kuon would never drop down to Shotaro's level and verbally assault him in the eyes of the media. Kuon wouldn't sink that low.

"Guy has trouble moving, speaking, kind of pathetic. It's like a sideshow attraction. Probably can't even take care of himself."

I feel the deep anger around me and I feel my need to protect Kuon, I glare at Shotaro. I don't want for anyone to attack Kuon in this manner. "The truth is," I speak as I step forward. "Kuon easily could have died but he's in recovery and I thank you very much for giving him the time and space he needs in which to recover. We are going to be addressing his future plans when the time is right but he has almost died so thank you for your patience. I also hope that you enjoyed the show. My husband is my muse, my biggest motivation and inspiration. If it wasn't for him and the love he continues to show myself and our children, I wouldn't be here. However, with that being said, Kuon has been hurt very badly and this man is responsible for it and responsible for nearly killing him."

Shotaro takes a step back as the cameras go to him. I give him a superior smile. These people might have come here in order to see a fashion show but this guy showed up at the wrong time. I am going to make sure that he is internationally hated. Yes, Kuon wouldn't sink that low but Kuon isn't here.

"You have no idea what you've done," I smile to him wanting to win against him and if I can't actually kill him, I'll kill his career internationally. This will make him hated enough so that he would have to have no brain cells at all to come close to me. I walk away with people asking me questions but I have said nearly all I have to say. When I'm a safe distance away, I turn back with a firm glare in my eyes.

"All you have to know about this man is that he has attempted to murder my husband following the accident. He can't leave well enough alone," I tell them before staring at Shotaro. "I will never fall out of love with Kuon. My love for him is unconditional and I would never choose you over him."

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I know that everyone is staring at me as I stand in the convenience store even though I have my sunglasses on but how could I not come here. I need my snacks and I really have missed the type of snacks that they have in Japan. I look at my phone and my eyes widen. There's something about Kuon here although I haven't been told that he's appearing in public yet. No, I've been told bedrest. I look at the news article and my eyes widen.

Sho Fuwa accused of attempting murder of Kuon Hizuri.

I freeze. I hate this Sho guy already but I wonder how they could write an article about the bus accident where they feature him as actually murdering Kuon. Yes, I could imagine the theory of him wanting to murder Kyoko but everyone knows that Kuon protected Kyoko of his own free will. I step to the side as I read through the article and my eyes widen.

I was with my son when he had his very first seizure, there was nothing funny about it and it was honestly one of the most terrifying experiences of my life when I saw him so helpless. Now I'm reading that this guy attacked him in his own house when he was having a seizure. You can't come to someone's house when they are healing and attack them. I read further and my heart stops again. When Kuon get infected with whatever virus Ana had, he nearly died and this guy went after him again. This guy, this Sho Fuwa, seems to be continuing to target my son even though Kuon can't defend himself.

I finish the article and stare at it. Which agency was he with again, Akitoki? I feel the anger within me, I have a reputation in this country that extends beyond my own agency. I can wipe out a younger and more foolish celebrity with a snap of my fingers and this Sho Fuwa should have learned more about the way the world works.

This guy targeted my son when my son was dying, he nearly died and instead of giving him respect and care, this worthless scum tried to take advantage of an already painful situation. Well, you shouldn't kick a man when he's down but I'm not that good of a person. I turn to one of the assistants I have with me and point at him. "Can you get this taken to my hotel room?" I ask and the man nods. "I have somewhere I need to go."

I hate thinking that I control everything with my power and reputation but I'm sure that the president of Akitoki can spare some time for Kuu Hizuri, formerly the beloved Shuuhei Hozu, Japan's most popular star other than Kuon Hizuri, formerly Ren Tsuruga.

End of Chapter Twenty One

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