Explosion: How The Stairwell Incident Could Have Gone.
"Am I right?" He asked thinking she was going to be stubborn and deny it.
The pink clad female turned to him and had the most pained expression and sighed. She closed her eyes and thought. I am so done with people like this. She looked up at the goading male. "You know what? You're right... You're absolutely right. I'm an idiot. I wasted my entire life trying to get people to love me. Yes, I'm naive. Yes, I let my mother toss me to the curb. Yes, I let that ass and his family use me as a slave in more ways than I care to remember and yes, I even tried to make myself believe in magic and fairies to make things a little more bearable and even he seemed to leave me on the wayside too." She chuckled wryly. "He probably just did it to shut me up. So stupid to think anyone would think I'm special enough to give me my first gift. You know what? It probably wasn't even from a souvenir shop. He probably just picked it up off the ground to use as a skipping stone. So yes, thank you for pointing that out so clearly Tsuruga-san. Thank you for letting me know how unwanted and useless I truly am. I appreciate your candor and your assistance." She took in a deep breath and closed her tear-filled eyes, then swallowed it back. She took the little blue stone out of her pocket and flashed it at him then tossed it to him. "You know what? Keep it. It was just part of a stupid fantasy of mine that I was using to make my shitty, useless existence a bit better, but now that I see the truth I guess it really doesn't matter. Thanks for the clarity." She turned her back and left a shocked Talent Department Manager and stunned #1 Idol in the stairwell to absorb what she had said in such a torn and broken voice.
That had completely blown up in his face. He felt miserable for how he had pushed her over the edge like that. Had he known even a fraction of what had been revealed, he would have taken her in his arms and comforted her like he did when they were children. Well Kuon, you seemed to be able to screw up that relationship too and she doesn't even know. He rolled the small stone around in his large hand and remembered how special it once seemed to him. Had it been just as special to her just before he destroyed that specialness with his words?
She had managed to avoid him for the longest time barring her little run-in with him at TBM in her chicken costume. She was finally starting to feel better about her situation. Her head was finally starting to clear and then Jerk #2 had to corner her near the ladies room. Had people not been observing, she would have acted on the urge to kick him like she was prone to kick Jerk #1.
"I wanted to tell you I'm sorry for saying those things to you." He whispered next to her ear with his warm breath. "I had no right to push you like that." He took her hand in his as she was still facing away from him and placed the small blue stone in it. "The boy that gave you the stone wanted you to feel better. He wasn't trying to shut you up. He only wanted to see you smile. You were special to him and he wanted to do something special for you. He didn't know how things were. He only knew that you were sad. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me Kyoko-chan?"
She gave him a soft nod as tears streamed down her cheeks and sniffled. "I forgive you Corn. Thank you."
"We should talk later." He told her quietly. "Somewhere where others won't bother us."
She nodded and entered the ladies room to cool her face and wash away her tears. What happened Corn?
The pair would have a nice long talk later, but for now she was glad that an old friend had returned to her.
A/N: Well we all know if it had happened that way, we wouldn't have the wonderfully dynamic story Sensei has given us to write fanfictions about. ;)