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Famous

For a moment, Kyoko panicked. She had never really woken up in a room other than her own, but looking around she quickly recognized the small room from the night before. Her futon was in the corner, with a small dresser, and a low table in the center of the room. Those were the only pieces of furniture in the room. On the side wall was a small closet, which she planned to fill once she made a little money. She sat up and yawned, checking her phone. She had set her alarm for seven, and it was only six now. Turning off the alarm, she stood and dressed, choosing casual jeans and a t-shirt, one of her few casual outfits, from her still unpacked bag. She resolved to unpack as soon as she could.

Hurrying downstairs so as not to miss any of the work, she bowed a greeting to Okami-san and Taisho in the kitchen. "Good morning." She greeted them cheerfully. They smiled at the short girl and gave small bows of their own.

"Good morning Kyoko-chan. Please have some breakfast."

"Thank you very much." She went over to the stove where Taisho was cooking and he handed her a plate. She thanked him and started to go out into the empty restaurant to eat. The Taisho touched her shoulder and pointed to a small table in the back of the kitchen where the Okami-san was sitting. The older woman smiled invitingly at the young girl who, holding happy tears back, sat at the end of the table across from Okami-san. Taisho joined them with his own food, and bowed his head.

"Itadakimasu." He said quietly. The Okami-san and Kyoko nodded and began eating. Kyoko smiled.

"Mmm. This is so good." She said sweetly, and the Taisho couldn't help but smile a little.

"Thank you." He told her quietly, and the Okami-san looked at him with wide eyes, surprised at the gentle sound of his voice, but turned back to the girl.

"So you worked in an inn, Kyoko-chan?"

"Um…yes. For…most of my life."

"Where?" The woman asked innocently, but Kyoko stared at the table, bitterness in her eyes.

"I'd rather not say." She spoke quietly, almost lifelessly. The Okami-san stared at the Taisho in shock at the girl's change in attitude, then quickly cleared her throat.

"Um..alright. Well to start, you can help the Taisho do the dishes. We can discuss your pay, hours, and such later. We can talk about it after we clean up for breakfast. Why don't we get started?" They carried their dishes to the sink and then Taisho showed Kyoko around the room, pointing out where he kept his knives, food storage, and other things. When the guests began to enter the restaurant, he showed her how to cook a few of the simple dishes until he realized that she was able to cook very well…almost as good as himself, then began allowing her to take over some of the orders.

By the time the lunch rush was over, the Okami-san insisted that Kyoko should take off for the rest of the day. "You just started working here, and it doesn't seem like you've seen much of the city. Go ahead and explore for a while, just be careful. You shouldn't go out after dark."

Kyoko thanked her and grabbed her purse from her room. She wasn't sure how she was going to find Sho, but she decided to start with a computer. Stepping onto the sidewalk, she began walking in the direction she had come. After asking the Okami-san, she found a small library close by and asked to use a computer. She had, in her life, had limited interaction with computers, but knew how to work a search engine. She typed in 'Shotaro Fuwa.' The computer asked if she meant 'Sho Fuwa' and she decided that might be him. She clicked it and more results came up. Clicking a few, she found out that he was a relatively popular talent from Akatoki Agency. After searching images of him, she confirmed that it was her childhood friend. He had released an album that was somewhat successful and played a few concerts, but nothing huge. However, he was rising in popularity. She couldn't find his address, but found the address and phone number of his agency and learned that his manager's name was Shoko Aki.

On a whim, she typed in Tsuruga Ren, and was stunned. Thousands of hits, mostly news articles about his rise to stardom, his many TV appearances, and even a bit about his personal life, though that information was limited compared to Sho's, appeared on the computer screen. She also found out that he was the number one actor (and bachelor) in Japan. 'The number one bachelor in Japan…kissed me….' She blushed a little when she saw a picture of him in a modeling ad, his smoldering eyes staring at her from inside the computer. He seemed to be a very successful model as well as actor, and was signed with LME, Lory's Majestic Entertainment. She laughed a little at the name, but found herself still researching. His most recent job, she found, was the part of 'Katsuki' from a drama titled 'Dark Moon,' a remake done by the director's father years ago. She had never had time to watch television, so she had no idea what it was about, and it didn't look too interesting to her, but the characters did catch her attention. Scrolling through, she found that they fired the girl playing Mio two days ago, as well as Tsuruga Ren. Shocked, she read on. Apparently he and the director had parted because of 'creative differences.' Not sure what to make of that, she shut down the computer with a shake of her head.

'It doesn't matter what I think about it. Not only do I not care anything about him, I turned him down…for whatever it was he wanted. I'm here for Sho, no matter how famous this Tsuruga Ren is.'


Kyoko looked up at the tall building a bit apprehensively. Sighing, she pushed the door open, and looked around. The receptionists didn't glance up from their work, so she walked up to the desk hesitantly. "Ehm." One of the women looked up.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

"Um, yes. I'm looking for Sho Fuwa." The other woman looked up, and they both stared at her in silence.

"Do…do you have an appointment?" She asked with a professional smile.

"No…I'm an old friend of his. I just wanted to say hello." She lied.

"I'm sorry, miss. We can't just let you see Sho Fuwa."

"But…I really need to see him. Please? He's an old friend."

"I…I really am sorry." The girl looked a bit worried. "If you don't have an appointment, I can't let you see him, and I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Um…how can I make an appointment to see him?" Kyoko wondered.

"Are you with a recording company, or a musician?"

"No…"

"I'm sorry. Unless you have a professional reason to see Fuwa-san, then you can't make an appointment to see him." The girl's seemed to be getting irritated, so Kyoko thanked her and left.

'How am I going to see him if I can't get through the lobby?'


Ren threw his things in his bag and dropped onto his bed. 'Why do I miss her? I hardly knew her.' He thought irritably. 'But…I do. I just want to find her. But I have no idea where she went. Would she have followed the Fuwas' son? How would I know where he ran off to?' He decided that he would look up the name when he got back to Tokyo and headed out to catch the train back.


Kyoko searched the computer again for a little while, hoping to find Sho's number, but came up with nothing. Even his manager's number was, apparently classified. She went back to the building and decided to sit outside, waiting for Sho to emerge. 'Maybe he's not even in the building today…but I have to do something. I can't just hope to randomly pass by him at some point while living in Tokyo. I have to find him.' Looking at the door, she sighed, recrossing her ankles and checking her watch. It was starting to get late. She stood after a few moments. She had been waiting outside for about an hour, and was getting cold. 'I'll have to find another way to find him. I can't just sit outside his building all day like a stalker. Maybe I can get past the receptionists.'


Ren bowed to the President, who gave him a smile. "Good morning Ren. How was your vacation?"

"It was…relaxing." He lied. Lory laughed.

"So did you meet any interesting women? Have any torrid affairs?" Ren hesitated for a second, and then laughed, shaking his head.

"No sir, no affairs."

"Then what was that hesitation?" The president smirked, and Ren rolled his eyes.

"Nothing. I didn't really meet anyone." He realized how futile it would be to lie completely, so he went on. "I did run into an interesting girl I knew a long time ago, but it was just a coincidence." The President's eyebrows lifted.

"Really. From a long time ago?"

"Yes. I met her when I was a kid and we took a trip to Tokyo."

"Really? Did she know?" He wondered.

"No. She didn't recognize me."

"Did you want her to?" Ren sighed.

"President, what about the role?"

Lory placed his chin on his fist. "Ren, I'm still not sure." He stared at his young talent.

"They haven't found a suitable actor, and I know that I can do it." 'As long as I think about Kyoko.'


Kyoko walked down the hallway, doing her best not to glance around nervously. Apparently, all you had to do to get through the lobby and past the receptionists was look like you knew where you were going. Some of the doors had nameplates on them, and she looked at them as she walked. Not recognizing any of the names, she kept walking, checking each door on each floor for the familiar name. A few of the workers looked at her strangely, but most of them ignored her. It was an hour before she found Sho's nameplate, and she knocked softly. A tall, curvy woman opened the door, confusion on her face. "Can I help you?" She asked the girl professionally.

"Yes. My name is Kyoko Mogami. I'm here to see Shot…Sho Fuwa." She smiled happily up at the woman.

"Is he expecting you?"

"Um…no. He's an old friend. I just wanted to say hello."

"Alright." The woman backed away from the door, shutting it as she moved. "I'll get him and let him know that you are here, Kyoko-san." The woman shut the door completely and Kyoko could hear her friend's muffled voice, and the door opened, revealing her tall, blonde friend. There was amusement on his face.

"Kyoko?" He asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"

"I…I'm sorry for before. I wanted to come to Tokyo and support you while you work for your dream." She told him eagerly, clasping her hands and smiling up at him. The spurt of laughter stunned her, and she cocked her head. "What?" She asked, her smile disappearing a little.

"Are you kidding! You actually came up here?" He laughed, a strange, arrogant sound that she had never heard before. "Kyoko, I'm famous." He told her in a patronizing voice. "I have my pick of beautiful girls who are more than willing to keep me company." The way he said it made her cheeks flush. "Why would I want a plain, boring girl to hang around?" When she realized he was serious, she felt a sharp prick in her heart. "Go home to Kyoto where you belong." He told her, smirking.

The door slammed in her face, and Kyoko closed her eyes. She felt something break inside of her and fell to her knees. Clenching her fists, she glared up at her door with hate filled eyes. She stood abruptly, turned on her heels, and stormed out. 'He…he made me think that he cared about me, and that he wanted me to come with him. Then I come…and he treats me like…a cheap maid! How dare he!' She stormed out of the building, and down the sidewalk, while passersby shivered and stepped out of her way. 'I will have my revenge.' She decided. 'He will regret this.'


The Okami-san looked up at the young girl who entered the restaurant. The bright orange hair surprised her, but more and more young girls were dying their hair these days. "Good evening." She greeted kindly. "Please take a seat." The girl looked up at her and the Okami-san's jaw dropped. "Kyoko-chan!" She cried. "You look so…different!"

The girl looked nervous. "Is it bad?" She asked, touching her short, orange locks self-consciously.

"No! It looks good on you. I was just surprised." The woman was quickly to reassure the young girl. It wasn't a lie. It made her startling golden eyes stand out, and seemed to frame her pixie like face, making her look more...cute.

"Oh. Thank you." Kyoko smiled sweetly. "It took most of my remaining money, but I thought I needed a change."

"Well, we all need a change now and then." The Okami-san smiled. "It suits you." 'However, my husband probably won't like it.'


Kyoko lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking her plan over. A few tears streamed down her face as she remembered the day's events, and she wiped them furiously. Closing her eyes, she could feel the pain from her broken heart, and she shoved it away into a box, locking it with as many locks as her new little blue friends could find. 'Never again.' She told herself firmly. 'I will never allow my heart to feel this much pain again. I will protect myself, no matter what it takes. I am done with love.' She took a deep breath, attempting to focus. 'The only way to get my revenge is to beat Sho. The only way I can do that is in Show Business. I'm not a singer, so I'll go for the next best thing. I'll be an actress. Tomorrow, I go to LME and…and I'll beg for a job if I have to.' She wiped the tears again, sniffing. 'And I'm not going to cry over that stupid bastard.' Even as she thought it, more tears fell, and she curled up into a ball, sobbing. 'I hate him. I hate him so much. Everyone does this to me. My mother. The Fuwas. Sho. Corn. Everyone ends up leaving me, or abandoning me. There must be something wrong with me.'


Ren stared at his ceiling, his thoughts alternating between his acting test and Kyoko. He had looked up the name 'Fuwa' on his phone and found only one lead, a semi famous musician who resided in Tokyo. He had never heard of the younger man, but wasn't surprised. Japanese music had never interested him. However, if it really was Kyoko's friend, then they were currently in the same city.

While he had made no real progress regarding Kyoko, his acting test was a different story. He had aced it. It was perfect. The director loved him and his interpretation of the character, and he now had an excuse to think about Kyoko at work. He smiled a little, amused at his own thoughts. 'Since when did I want to think about a girl at work?' As he drifted to sleep, he decided to tell the President the girl's name. 'He'll tease me to no end, but if he can find the girl, then it won't matter.'

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