Didn't Go As Planned

They had awakened just in the nick of time. Five of her most powerful demons wrapped around her protectively and held her fast while she turned and flipped back onto rooftop as the others held the two offenders tightly in their grasp, one wannabe actress and one less than ethical manager. The terror in their eyes, as they witnessed the strange actress touch down back onto solid ground, was palpable.

Kyoko removed the blindfold and took in a deep breath. She shook off the remainder of the chloroform that they had used on her and laughed as she focused her gaze on the trembling pair standing in puddles of their own urine. The sweet little innocent that they had attempted to toss from the roof of the four-story mall receded into the background and three sisters in spirit combined, then emerged. The scarred heiress, the sensual bully and the spoiled fashionista joined together to protect their creator.

She gave the pair a feral smile and sighed while stretching out her sore muscles. She glided to them as the regal predatory feline that she was and flipped the hair of the younger. The elder flinched. The Empress giggled. "Messy, messy, messy. You two really didn't think this through did you?" She directed their attentions to the security camera that was trained on them.

"They'll see what you did too." Kimiko spat out in distress.

Kyoko giggled and shook her head and caressed her face with the back of her hand. "What? Protect myself from two people that were trying to murder me?" She waved to the security guards and Yashiro as they came rushing in.

"Kyoko-chan! Are you okay?" He ran to her and began examining her for injury.

The two females that were now being handcuffed by the two burly security guards, watched as her personality changed back to the angelic sweetheart that they had mistaken her for initially.

"I'm okay Yashiro-san. They tried to throw me over the edge but, I grabbed onto the railing. I was so frightened." She told him as tears started escaping.

"Kyouko-san, we have everything on our security cameras. You don't need to stay for the police unless you want to. We can take care of everything from here." One of the guards told her.

Kyoko shook her head. "No, I think I'm staying. I want to make sure they know everything." What she really wanted to know is that Kimiko and her manager couldn't talk their way out of trouble like they had before.

As the four sat in the security office waiting for the police to arrive, Kyoko decided to call her mother to let her know she wouldn't be able to meet her later in the evening. To say the one-sided conversation surprised the pair would be an understatement.

"Hello... Yes, I would like to leave a message for Mogami-sensei... Yes, this is her daughter, Kyoko. I won't be able to meet her this evening, but I will call her and explain later... OH! No, that won't..." Kyoko sighed in exasperation. "Um, Katagiri-sensei?... I'm so sorry... No..." She sighed. "Oji Ken'Ichi, I won't be able to meet with Okasan this evening. Mmhmm..." She smiled softly. "Yes, I got the part. Thank you." She suddenly scowled. "No Oji Ken'Ichi, I don't know what Sho is doing. I haven't seen that idiot since I spoke to Okasan at the office. Photos?... No...It was his twisted sense of humor... You don't need to apologize for him..." She sighed again. "Thank you... I'll let him know if I see him again... Bye..."

Yashiro turned to her after she sat down. "Why did Katagiri-sensei want to know about Fuwa-kun?"

Kyoko sighed irritably and the other two in the office listened in with extreme interest. "He's Shotaro's uncle."

Yashiro nodded knowingly. "What photos was he talking about?"

Kyoko groaned. "Apparently a paparazzi took some photos of him forcing his disgusting mouth on mine again. I swear I want to rip his slimy tongue out of his head."

Yashiro nodded. "I'll ask Takarada-san if he's heard anything about it."

"You kissed Sho Fuwa!" Kimiko Morizumi shrieked.

Kyoko stiffened and slowly turned her head in her direction. "Are you deaf as well as stupid? I said that pig tried to swallow my face. It was the most disgusting thing that the ass has ever done! Yet again!"

"How?! You're so..." She spat out.

"WHAT?! Plain? Boring? What?" Kyoko hissed. "It's not like he would like you either. You're so not his type it's laughable. You're too short... You have no breasts... and he doesn't do cute. Not only that, your personality sucks."

Kimiko sputtered. "How would you know?"

Kyoko rolled her eyes. "I'm not even dignifying that with a response to someone like you."

Kimiko's manager kept trying to calm her charge. "Kimiko, you need to calm down. We need to think about how we're going to get out of here."

"Pfft, just call Daddy. He'll call the lawyers and everything will be fine." Kimiko said confidently.

Kimiko let out a sigh of relief when the two lawyers arrived with the police officers and enter the inner office. She smiled arrogantly when they called Kyoko and Yashiro in to talk to them; however, what she saw and heard come from the girl's lips 45 minutes later as she left the room made all of the blood drain from her body.

Never in all of her life did she think she would hear her victim call her own lawyers Okasan and Otousan. Never in her life did she think she would be on the receiving end of the scornful looks of her father's legal team and she most certainly didn't think she would hear her father's voice over the phone tell her that his legal team declined helping her due to conflict of interests. At that moment she absolutely knew what the phrase, "You're screwed." meant and that was the day that Kyoko saw her mother show true emotion as she watched the pair try to kill her daughter on the security footage. It was also the day she discovered that Susumu Todoh was her father when he showed his outrage at the situation and let it slip.

For the first time in Kimiko Morizumi's life, she felt the cold hard steel of handcuffs wrap tightly around her wrists and experienced the scenic ride to jail in a police car to be booked on charges of attempted murder.

A/N: Just thought I should show a reference for the use of the chloroform, since there does seem to be some doubt. It wouldn't be immediate but in a large enough quantity on a rag, it would make her groggy. 8) Not being facetious, just wanted you guys to know where I got my info. www. general-anaesthesia (dotcom) /misc/chloroform. html