AN: Wow, when I was writing the last part Kyoko's, I could see her as a hugely different Kyoko but I could also see the small steps to get her to be this type of Kyoko (more mirrored on the Dark Moon and Heel siblings arcs then the current one. Anyway hope you enjoy and hope that didn't sound too arrogant.

Chapter Twenty Eight

It is so hard to see him struggling. As president of LME, I always had at least a little bit of a say in how his life would go and as the man who 'rescued him' from the pits of his depression and his grief over the untimely death of his best friend, he's listened to me in personal matters as well as those on a professional level. I didn't think that he would be here for. I knew that there was a chance of him getting hit by a vehicle one day but then I didn't factor in the part where he recovered only for someone attempting to murder him. I hate seeing him struggling but it could have been a lot worse.

If you looked at him, you would know he obviously got involved in some tragic events. There are cuts on his face and marks, scars, half of his hair has been shaved off in order to have treatment to his head. If there are scars on the top of his head then his hair might never grow back and all of this from such a promising actor.

"Hey," Yashiro says as he approaches Kuon who gives him a weak smile and nod. "Happy Thanksgiving. I hope it's okay that we dropped by." Kuon nods before looking at me. I don't know why he's giving me this look as if he's fearing my disapproval. The poor kid got smashed over the head with a baseball bat. I'm just relieved to see that he's alive.

"H-Ha-Ha—" Kuon nods and my face softens as I see the pain that he's going through. No wonder Kuu has sounded lost every time that I talked to him recently. I see Kyoko wrap her arms around him and she kisses his cheek lovingly. I'm so proud of the progress that I've seen from her. She used to wage war against Vain Day and now she knows that just the right kiss or right touch is going to work wonders.

"You feeling better?" Yashiro asks in a friendly manner and Kuon nods shakily before looking up at me. Again I don't know what to say. I don't know how to help him but I'm just very glad to see that he's doing okay.

"I'm glad you're alive, Kuon," I tell him and he nods with a smile.

"Kuon has been said to have progressed at an amazing rate," Kyoko says to me and I have to laugh at the fact that Kyoko has become such a nurturing and loving wife and her sixteen-year-old self might never be comfortable with seeing the way she is now. Maybe nobody else finds this humorous but the two of them know that their kids and their family is most important. "I'm so proud to be your wife," she tells him.

"The fact that you're moving around at all and able to follow conversation and communicate seems like a miracle," I add in and they all look at me. I see that both Yashiro and Kyoko have a support for Kuon and an excitement that after someone has attempted to kill him that he's still fighting. Kuon though still seems a little scared and insecure. "Don't worry, we'll be able to get this man arrested and your parents might even push for the death penalty," I try to tell him and see Kuon's eyes widen at me as I finish saying that.

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I understand what they are saying although I hate it. The doctors are saying that I have strong improvements because I am able to function at a somewhat below average level. It's not something that I'm proud of but those words weren't what I was hoping for. The death penalty? No. I don't want even Fuwa to get the death penalty.

"De'alty?" I ask quickly before putting my hand to my forehead and Kyoko puts her hand to my chest. She knows I've just stressed myself out but how can I not feel stressed when they are telling me that because of me Fuwa might have lost his life. I agree that there is a purpose for him to be behind bars but not death. I shake my head horrified by that image.

"Sweetheart," Kyoko says nervously and takes hold of my hand. "It's okay. We can make sure that he doesn't get that." I feel the buzz in my head but I don't want to feel powerless. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of other people. I can see the way they are looking at me and I feel that everything is turning fuzzy. I feel the stress as if it's building inside of me ready to rip out of me.

I don't know how I look on the outside but it's like my brain is melting and my body is shaking but not from a seizure. I remember begging for my life to be spared. I remember begging Fuwa and I remember the intense fear and chaos and feeling so small and helpless and…and my head is ringing and it's buzzing and I don't know what's happening but something is -

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I wake up to the smell of some cleaning solution somewhere and the light has changed. I pause, it's nearly the end of the day? All I can remember is Boss and Yashiro coming in and then something made me panic and I feel something on my arm, something to test my blood pressure. I look up at the darkened room. Did I just lose consciousness again?

"I'm sorry, Corn," Kyoko apologizes as she holds my hand. I just wish that she'd take some time for herself and not apologize any longer, I'm the one who keeps messing everything up. I take some deep breaths in and out to calm myself and feel that the respiratory mask is still on. I've messed things up again. "I'm sorry. I thought seeing some familiar faces would help. Maybe we should consider you staying for a little longer at the hospital?"

I pause and pull my hand away from her, she looks up in a mix between shock and exhaustion. I don't trust her. She's only here because she thinks that she should be here. When she didn't know I was Corn and before Dark Moon started shooting, she only looked at me as her senior actor from the same agency. She didn't truly do things out of love but out of responsibility. That's what today has been. That's what everything from the date of the accident has been. She's doing this all out of her feeling of duty and of finishing a task through to the end.

I feel tears in my eyes and I don't want to show them to her. She never really loved me after the accident happened, how could she when I'm someone so different from the man that she married? I close my eyes and let myself sob into the pillow. I don't want her here. I don't want the girls here. I let all of them down. I shouldn't be here. I should have died saving my wife. Why am I here?

"Kuon," Kyoko says slowly as she puts a hand to my shoulder, I shrug her hand off and so she places it on my arm, I manage to remove it and she gets the idea to not touch me right now. "Honey, you didn't do anything wrong? No one is taking it badly that you got stressed. You're in the hospital, Corn. I know you don't like it but people take care of you here and if you feel stressed or overwhelmed then we take it slower. They both told me that they just want you to get better and you can call them whenever you feel ready."

That's what she would say if she was in her work mode. She would want to see things done to the end. She would want for the guest to feel comfortable even if she just goes and talks about 'the guest' behind their back right after the scene ends. I've messed everything up. I shouldn't have believed that I could be happy after the accident. I'm such an idiot.

"Kuon, can you look at me, sweetheart?" she asks as she comes to face me and I place my head in the pillow before shaking it. "Listen, whatever happens with the trial and the case, you do get your say in it and if you want them to be merciful then…then we can work towards forgiveness."

I shake my head. I just want her to leave me alone. She tries to push my hair back and I grab her wrist in my hand before stopping. Part of me wants to throw her out but I don't want to even risk harming her.

"Go ho'" I whisper once I've lifted the mask off. I sigh. I meant to say home, hopefully she understands that.

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Something has upset him. I know that much. I know that he is having trouble finding the right words to say but I wish I knew how to make it right. I know that Kuon doesn't like death even deaths of those he feels wronged him. Apparently until he was about thirteen or fourteen, Kuon didn't want to use much violence apart from when he was training and then he just followed what his martial arts teacher and Kuu-sama said and not to use fighting moves without needing to. And then he had been attacked and bullied so Rick had taught him how to go on the offense and make yourself heard and from what I've been hearing from Kuu and Julie, Rick wasn't the nicest of guys despite how Kuon idolized him. I can't imagine the ten-year-old Corn ever sentencing anyone to death even for pretend.

Is that it? Does Kuon have some strange type of guilt about what happens to Shotaro? I'm sure that we can make it understood that we don't want to seek out the death penalty and they most likely won't give it to him anyway. Imprisonment though, that's a given. He should be behind bars like an animal, that's what I want and Kuon shouldn't feel guilty for that.

I know that he said, go home, instead of go ho. I'm not misguided enough to think he said something like that. It still hurts though that I can't comfort him especially since he had an attack, a new kind of very scary seizure. I look at him and sigh. "Kuon, do you really want me to go back home?" I ask. I want to stay all day if I can but he nods and I walk over to him. I don't want to keep him in the hospital but he needs to be safe.

"I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" I ask as I touch his shoulder, his head is still in the pillow. "Okay? Tomorrow?"

He shakes his head again and I know he just wants to be alone right now and I absolutely hate to do it. I watch him and then kiss his head, tucking him in. He seems to struggle against it but I just don't want to leave him upset and cold and lonely. I kiss the back of his head since he won't raise his head to look at me.

"I love you, Kuon. Remember, if you want me to come back get them to call me. I love you," I whisper. He doesn't say it back so I just have to hope that he's thinking it. I grab my bag and position myself to walk out with a neutral expression on my face. I can deflect any of the gossip that's coming in on me and turn it against them like my amazing sempai taught me how to do. I just want for him to feel better and whatever happened today, I want to make sure that it never happens again.

End of Chapter Twenty Eight

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