"Ren-san, I want to confess something to you." She shyly raised her voice from the safety of her face hidden in his chest while she was leaning on him.

"What it is, princess?" He said.

"I really want to ask you something." She looks him directly in the eyes and her blush amused her, then he hugged her more than the waist with an adoration smile and gave her a few kisses, short but not so innocent.

"Yes?" The masculine voice of Kuon was almost a sigh of pleasure, that moment was glorious and the goddess of his was finally going to let herself be adored.

"I'm scared, I'm scared that all this will end..." Finally she confesses.

Kuon smiles and kisses her lips once more, only this time the kiss was lasting and meaningful like never before.

"Promise me that, whatever happens between us, you will allow me to always continue in your life, close to you," she whispers on her lips once she could catch her breath. "... As a friend, at least... Because although the feelings may be somewhat uncertain," tears came out of her eyes surprising him, "I know that I will never be able to get you out of here..." She puts his hand delicately on her chest. "And I could never recover if..."

Kuon kissed her again, with such passion that even he was surprised, but above all giving her his heart.

"I have the same fears," he laughs with crystallized eyes, he did not know himself as sensitive, but she made him discover more about himself. "You know? I swear to you that, even if I can't see the future... I do not care, even if it is against the will of all the gods of all existing cultures, I will not let you leave my side, so do not think that you can escape from my arms so easily." Kuon draws figures on her back as the hug tightens slightly and kisses her on the lips again after leaving a path of kisses to her collarbone "... Not even death could."

She laughs and caresses his face like it's the most beautiful thing in the universe, and he blushes slightly as his heart races with joy. She was amazing, she was his goddess, not his queen, not his princess. She was his goddess, period.

"The only deity I serve is you," he whispers to her and she blushes, as always.

They kiss again on the picnic blanket, under that cherry tree while the leaves and petals fall, giving the environment a much more magical effect than it was already having. Surrounded by nature, a feast just for them and a cool breeze that lessened the sensation of heat due to the bright sun that smiled at them without suffocating them.

Kuon cried as he remembered those kinds of moments that now seemed like a lie, seemed like a dream that now hurt too much.

A fist tries to hit him, but he dodges and catches the person responsible, with a quick and light movement he knows that he broke his back, so he throws it and he began to writhe in pain once he hit the ground. Fuwa Sho almost suffers the same fate, but Rick and Kyoko saved him once again, as it seems they won't be able to save him now. Well, there were only Kijima, somewhat drunk and scared, and that gang of yakuzas that kidnapped them —or tried to do so— and now they were chasing them... In a persecution in which the roles of victims and perpetrators had been reversed for a long time.

"Why did you hide it from me ?! Why did you lie to me?!" Kyoko was crying and looking at him in disbelief.

"Please, Kyoko-chan, listen to me," he pleaded that afternoon and she looked at him with disappointment, very hurt.

Kyoko told him that she needed time, she told him that she understood, but that it still hurt not knowing who she fell in love with and who had lied to her so much. He told her his whole story, she understood him, but she needed time and space, too much.

He let out a cry of pain as he slid with his back against the wall until he was sitting on the rain-soaked ground. He lightly heard Kijima's screams in the distance, running towards him, but he couldn't make sense of them. Kuon knew he wasn't calling the police because he didn't want to get him in trouble. that made Kuon's suspicion that one or a few of the bastards he left behind might be dead, the blood on his clothes and on his hands was too much.

"You are marrying me," he said suddenly, more than a question it was a decree, and when he realized that she heard him and that it was not just a thought, he could not help but continue with it. "Will you marry me?" He reiterated, although this time as a question, when she looked up from her to look at him in surprise but still with her pupils clouded with lust and her cheeks burning.

He knew that Kyoko understood that that question was not part of the game of being the Heel, because at some point, between caress and caress, kiss and kiss, or when Kyoko dressed as Setsu took off his leather jacket and began kissing every inch of skin possible from his neck to the lower part of his abdomen, they stopped "playing". No, mistake, nothing they did was a performance or a game, the Heels were just an excuse to be more open and get rid of taboos than in "real life", which disappears once they are characterized, they were oppressed ... That and to be able to walk hand in hand without fear of the paparazzi. They knew that well enough just as they knew that, although unexpected, this question was sincere and very serious.

"We're already married." She smiled at him, but it was a much more tender smile than would be expected from her portrayal of Setsu, it was his Kyoko completely answering him.

He brought his nose to hers as she ran her hands lovingly over his silhouette, as if he were a treasure, until they were intertwined behind his neck, hugging his neck while he did the same with her thighs to end up hugging her hips. He knew he should be looking as a religious fanatic, but she admired him just the same, maybe they were two maniacs who adored each other just like the characters they pretended to be incarnating.

"Really?" He asked with amusement and thought he heard a purr from her as his fingers lightly caressed her small back.

"For me, neither a legal process nor a religious ceremony has any meaning," heads her forehead together with his, "nothing has more meaning and validity to me than your words." She gives him a light kiss and looks at him with adoration. "Your words are the only truth that counts for me and you..." She giggled. "... You already told me that you are mine, I marked you, and you did the same... Then the deal is closed.

He was fascinated, but at the same time his heart was terrified. He had to tell her the truth or else he wouldn't be worthy of the paradise he was living in. However, he allowed himself to enjoy that day, the moment of truth would come soon. He kissed her and held her like never before while she allowed him, and he allowed himself, to push the limits a little more than usual. After all, they had wasted a lot of time and hadn't enjoyed the honeymoon.

Those kisses ... Now he could feel them like stabs to his soul. Kijima caught up with him and was shaking him desperately, asking him if he was hurt and trying to make him see reason. But she was silent when he looked at her, Kuon wasn't really listening, but he supposed he was frightened by the dead look he surely had now.

"Please, Ren, react ... Please!" Kijima exclaimed.

And at that point shots were heard approaching. Kijima was terrified and Kuon got up, resigned to dying, because that idea sounded more tempting than continuing to put up with all this.

He saw her at the party after the fashion week show and tried to get closer, but it was not possible, she left with some models that he did not know, to a club, he heard, which was precisely the favorite of everyone who is someone in the world of entertainment. Kuon could not do more than watch her go despite the horrible feeling he had.

The next day she calls him crying in the afternoon. He goes to look for her, finds her broken and hiding his face from her, begging for forgiveness. Kuon was scared, trying to understand. The president sits him down, explains the situation to him, and he is blinded by fury.

It wasn't her fault, although she thought so. The rape culture in Japan was outrageous, although that thought was not what occupied his mind the most. He only had to go with a wretch who was more than willing to murder.

Kijima was dragging him to flee from there, Kuon in his fit of fury had practically chased the gang to their lair and now they were practically surrounded.

"Are you John Wick or what, man?! Damn!" Kijima reproaches him.

Kuon wasn't even clearly hearing what he was saying, the darkness was consuming him and this time she wouldn't be there to save him. And Kijima was almost about to cry from fear, more because they were heard approaching. They were surrounded on that pier, completely lost and Kuon knew that he and Kijima were not going to be able to fight everyone. They didn't have possibilities, even though he had a gun in his hand and Kijima had gotten up his courage, even when you could tell it was a miracle that he hadn't wet his pants. As he could see in their surroundings, they were on an island... A private island? Probably. So not just any yakuza kidnapped them, they were involved in something very serious. He saw a phone booth and went to it while Kijima was looking for something to defend himself against her and now he was crying, seriously. He called her and she answered.

"I love you." Just that he needed to say.

He hung up on him and then Kijima's cell phone rang and the Japanese actor answered while Kuon waited resignedly for the cruellest fate.

"Kyoko... This, you won't like it..."

His name, it was painful to hear. She gave a bitter laugh. He understood that he had a point but in truth he was killing him, the beauty, as always, is the greatest of the beast's bans.

"I can't, Kuon ... I can't!" She broke herself and jumped out of the car, practically on the move, and she ran through the streets after he proposed to her, one more time, and practically kidnapped her from her Bachelorette party.

Kuon got out of his car and chased her.

- I will love her, Kyoko! I can take care of it! I want to be her father! I can be! His pleas from her were painful to hear, Kyoko fell to her knees in front of him.

"I can't ... Please, please, don't do this to me, Kuon." She stroked his face, he had already knelt in front of her.

"I swear to you, my love, we can be a family ... We can..." Kuon begged.

He was silent because he met that look, the one that told him it was all over.

"Please..."

She gave him a kiss with the taste of tears and goodbye.

"I will always wait for you ... I will wait for you..."

Kuon and Kyoko cried together on the ground. Crying for the common dream that will never come true, and they both knew it.

"Not! Kyoko, no...!"Kijima exclaimed.

Kuon looked at his hands in disgust, not even the rain could remove that color from his hands. He again he was a subhuman being, without light, without soul ... Without anything. He lost everything. She was his all his. And now again he even lost himself.

"For the first time I think I will not keep a promise, my love... I do not think I can wait for you"

"We must escape, Ren!"

They both knew it was impossible, those boats that surrounded them surely had a harrow.

And then... They found them.

He tried to protect Kijima, who was only armed with a board that he found, but in the middle of the fight and the shooting, everything was already confusing. The last time he saw him was when he was using someone's body as a shield for the shots fired at him.

It seemed that everything was going to end good for Kijima and him, and not that that gives him much emotion or relief.

In that, he felt cold.

He looked at his abdomen, there was more blood, but this time it was his... His own blood.

He heard Kijima's cry, vague, as if it were a voice echoing in his head. He looked ahead, there was the leader, sorry for having shot a great star that was surely worth more alive, he supposed, but what really caught his attention was the presence of Rick.

"Rick..." He whispered.

Rick was walking towards him with a sad expression.

"I love you, Kyoko-chan..."

It was the last thought of him.

Then everything went black.

He thought it was the end but then he woke up and met her gaze... Heaven?