Kuon: Present
We must have drifted off to sleep. My Kyouko snuggled tight in my arms on the couch and I felt some of the weight lifted off my shoulders. She said she loves me. I lay kisses on her face and carefully place her head on a pillow. My intent was to head to the kitchen to start dinner. I haven't become particularly great at cooking, but I can make instant potatoes and fry up some meat. A knock at the door interrupts my path to the kitchen. Knock is putting it lightly, it's actually a heavy demanding pound. Rude to say the least but I refuse to let it sully my good mood.
"Hello." I answer the door cheerfully, but my voice becomes a growl as I am greeted by a sickening face.
"I'm here to collect what is rightfully mine, Tsuruga. I figured that it's been long enough she should have told you by now that I had my way with her. Kyouko your prince is here."
I don't even have time to think before my body reacts by seizing his neck and slamming him into the wall.
"Yours?" I say in a low menacing voice. "Kyouko was never yours, Fuwa. You never had her. You never held her in your arms while she shuddered and begged for more. You never kissed her willing lips. You never heard her quiet whispers in the middle of the night. You never cradled her heart in your hands and loved it like she deserved. You were never her prince. Not even when you were children."
My hand around his neck tightens. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you right now, Fuwa."
I'm going to kill him. The bastard dared to show up at my front door. Actually, wants to pretend that Kyouko was a willing participant in his vile act.
Fuwa struggles to free himself from my grasp but I slam his head back. "You never had her and you never will. All you did was hurt her. Now there is nothing you can do or say to stop me from killing you."
I squeeze his neck intent on killing him. His voice rasps but I ignore him.
"What?" Kyouko asks behind me.
My grip falters and he manages to shout. "You didn't have sex with Kotonami."
"Kyouko, go back inside I'll handle this." I say oozing disgust.
Kyouko looks so fragile and afraid standing in the doorway. Her eyes are downcast refusing to look at him as she shakes.
"I want him to speak." Her voice comes out small and broken.
If he's just ruined all our months of hard work death would be too good for him. I wish we lived in a house with a very tiny filthy cellar. I could torture him for years before I killed him. Instead I have to inhale deeply and release some of my anger before turning back to the pest.
"Speak." I command loosening my hold on him but keeping him against the wall.
"It was…" He gasps and his hands try to pry my fingers off his neck. "It was all… please let go."
"Speak or I'll kill you where you stand."
"You wouldn't…" Fuwa gasps his eyes flickering to Kyouko. I move to block his view of her.
"Why don't you ask Reino what my husband is capable of Fuwa." Kyouko says and though it's still quivering there is a strength to her voice I haven't heard in so long. I feel Fuwa gulp and I can't help the smirk that lifts the corner of my lips. "Kuon gave you an order Fuwa. Speak. Now. You owe us that much. You owe me." That voice sends shivers down my spine. I drop Fuwa and go to her.
"Tell us Shoutaro." She says standing in front of me now as I lean against the wall. She knows I'm here if she needs me but facing him is something, she needs to do for herself. "What did you do?"
"It wasn't me. It was all Morizumi." Fuwa says taking a step forward.
She trembles just a little and her hand reaches back for mine. "Kimiko wasn't at the party where you got me drunk and raped me. You did that all by yourself. We were raised together in that house. I was your sister and you…" her breath hitches and her hand squeezes mine.
I place my other hand on her shoulder and kiss her head my eyes never leaving him. He reads the warning in my gaze and backs away.
"I did." Fuwa has the tact to show some remorse but Kyouko isn't fooled.
"Don't pretend to feel bad now Fuwa. You did what you did, and you enjoyed doing it. You were proud of yourself thinking you had stolen something from Tsuruga Ren. You always were obsessed with obtaining whatever he had. You were pathetic back then and you're even more pathetic now." I have to hold her in place as her fist clenches. I place another soothing kiss to her temple. "Talk Fuwa."
"Morizumi, came to me and Reino too. We didn't even know about each other until that night. It was only supposed to be a prank though. She said she just wanted to scare you a little as a joke. Believe me Kyouko," she flinches when he uses her name, "I didn't know she was going to hurt anybody. I never wanted the old man to get hurt. I didn't want her to attack the Okami-san and…"
"And killing my baby. Was that not part of your sick joke either?"
"No! No, that wasn't me. I never wanted to hurt you. I was only supposed to distract the Okami-san and Taisho-san so Morizumi could sneak in and scare you. I didn't know she was going to spike your drink. Reino didn't even know until you started to get sick. He saw you and came out to say to me that something felt wrong. I didn't believe him and I'm sorry for that. He tried to stop her and I'm ashamed to say that I held him off. I don't know what I was thinking except that it was supposed to be a prank and it was all going terribly wrong. I didn't stop her, and she hurt you. Reino yelled for you to run but I just stood there until I saw you run out the door. Kyouko I'm so sorry. I love you. Please believe I never would have done it if not for her…ah!"
Kyouko palm connects with his nose and I hear a satisfying crack.
"You better not get any blood on my carpet Fuwa." I say pulling Kyouko back to me to wipe her hand and assess her emotional state. "You ok?"
"Yeah ask her if she's ok. Bitch broke my fucking nose." Fuwa gripes holding his nose.
"You'll live." I say dryly and kiss Kyouko's cheek. "For now. Keep talking or you'll get worse. Just stick to the facts."
"Fuck you Tsuruga. If you hadn't stolen her from me, I'd have never agreed to help Kimiko with her prank." He flinches away seeing Kyouko clench her fist. "Kimiko brought the drugs! She did it all. Like I said I was just there to distract the Taisho and Okami-san. I showed up for my order and Kimiko and her cousin sneaked in. I didn't know the bitch was batshit. I swear we were only supposed to scare you."
"So, all that with visiting me afterwards was it guilt or were you covering your tracks. Pretending to be concerned when you were partly responsible the whole time. You're sick." Kyouko says clutching my shirt. "Then what? You decided I wasn't in enough pain, so you went after my husband and best friend?" She asks face carefully emotionless.
"No. No, I was done. I truly was sorry, and I was falling in love with you." A disgusted noise escapes both Kyouko and me. "I did! I fell in love with you again because of all the time we were spending together while he was off working and doing god knows what. How can you be so sure he wasn't cheating? You think he's so perfect and good. No matter what I said you would always roll your eyes and say how great your stupid husband was. How sensitive and kind and understanding. I wanted to catch him in the act, so I went to his set a few times."
"And what Morizumi made you do it again? It was all Kimiko and Shou-chan was just an innocent scamp who thought it was a game." She mocks and her nails bite into my flesh.
"Kimiko said that if I didn't help her, she would tell everyone I was involved in the attack. I bumped into her one of the times she was on set visiting her uncle. She said she just needed the key to your place. I thought it would be fine because I would be there to protect you if she ever showed up and I didn't want you to find out. We were finally friends again and I couldn't lose that. It didn't matter though because she never showed up. She never used the copy of your key we made. She gave it back to me the night of the party. I was supposed to wait for her and take her home that night. Instead she called me into the party to help me carry your husband out and get him home."
"Just Kuon?" Kyouko asks puzzled.
"Just him. I waited with my driver and we took him home. By the time we got there though Kimiko and her cousin were already waiting with Kotonami. I could tell she was plastered and Kuon couldn't even walk on his own. Kimiko was giggling the entire time it took us to haul them both into the apartment. We put him in his bed than she told me to leave, but I didn't. I went to stand by your door and wait for her to leave."
"Bravo Fuwa, I guess your limit is murder. Rape is fine but don't kill the person whose life you're actively ruining!" Kyouko yells.
Fuwa takes a deep breath and continues. "I heard Kimiko…" he glances at me and releases an uneasy breath. "She and her cousin took turns with you and Kotonami. I guess it was a mercy that you were drugged and probably remember none of it."
"You stopped none of it." I say pulling Kyouko closer. "Then what? You decided that Morizumi had her fun so you could too?" I don't know what I'm feeling. Protective of Kyouko for one but also a deep sickness. My stomach churns as I think of that slime Kimiko touching me. I thought that I'd be happy to learn that nothing happened with Kotonami-san, but I almost wish it had been her.
"I was angry. Even after she caught you two, she was going to stay with you. I could see in her eyes how much she still loved you. I couldn't stand it! You were still this perfect god to her, and I was nothing. So yeah, I spiked her drink. I took what I wanted for once. I had her first Tsuruga, it was only fair that I got to fuck her at least once." It takes all I have not to kill him where he stands. "And she liked it. Don't let her fool you with her innocent act."
"Can I kill him now?" I ask Kyouko done with hearing his voice.
She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head. "I need you not to go to prison. Ren needs you." She says before turning to him and looking at him for the first time. "Why are you here Fuwa? You couldn't have actually believed that this would end well for you."
He gulps loudly flinching away from her gaze. "I missed you."
She gives him disgusted groan. "Fine, you love me. Prove it." At her words he moves forward but she puts her hands up. "Touch me and die." She says and his eyes flash to me. Her hand squeezes mine. "You owe me a life."
"What!" He asks appalled.
"I want Kimiko's life." She supplies then adds. "And yours. You owe me at least that much. Take her life and turn yourself in for her murder and the attempted murder of Reino."
"No!" Fuwa shouts backing away from us. "Are you crazy? What kind of stupid demand is that?"
"You're the one who came here looking for love and I'm guessing forgiveness. You'll get neither from me. If you do as I say however, I won't tell Yayoi-san what a despicable inhuman creature you've become." She says standing tall and strong, but I can feel her fingers tremble they're the only part of her that do. "You owe me. You owe Kyouko-chan. That little girl who loved you more than anything in the world. You owe her for what you chose to do."
"Kyouko…"
"No!" Her voice is low and filled with hate. "Hizuri-san. You don't know me and I sure as hell never knew you." She takes a step towards him but doesn't let go of my hand. "I don't care how you do it, but you will kill her. Then you will convince everyone that you and her attacked Reino. You'll do something for someone else for once in your miserable life. Yashiro-san will be free, and I'll never have to see you again."
"Say yes, Fuwa." I command after he is silent too long. "The only way you leave alive is by agreeing to her demands." Face like stone he nods. "Good boy. You have a week before I track you down and make you disappear forever."
He stiffly turns to leave but Kyouko calls out to him. There is a spark of hope on his dumb face as he turns back to us. It vanishes the instant her foot connects with his groin. Her goes down and she stomps on his groin a couple times before I pull her away.
"If he's dead he can't kill Kimiko. And then you know I will. Come on." I say pulling her into our home. "A week, Fuwa." I say before slamming the door.
Kyouko collapses into my arms the second we are alone again, and I hold her close as she cries again.
