A/N: First, thank you to all of the reviewers! I appreciate you all so much! SO thank you thank you thank you. I am sorry that this story has short chapters. I just don't have as much time to keep writing, and I'm very tired. I hope you like it anyway. :)

Recovering

Kyoko didn't want to wake up, but a persistent beeping was invading her ears. She moaned and snuggled closer to the very warm pillow beside her. The pillow chucked softly, a phenomenon she decided not to contemplate at the moment, and wrapped an arm around her. Not caring that her pillow had arms, she snuggled closer and happily realized that the beeping had stopped. 'My pillow smells so good.' She thought with a smile, nuzzling the firm part. 'Firm part? Why is my pillow so hard?' She whimpered and felt it move, it's arms encasing her, and her nose buried in fabric. 'Oh who cares?'

Ren smiled widely as the girl moved closer to him, held tightly in his arms. He placed his nose against her soft black hair and took a deep breath. She would be dying it back to her orange color soon, and wearing a short black wig on set, and though he thought she was beautiful no matter how she colored her hair, it was nice to see her with her original color. He fought the urge to kiss her again and placed his head back on the pillow. With one hand, he felt her forehead. It was still too warm, but was almost back to normal. 'Good. I have to make sure she stays in bed today. If she got sick again…' He remembered the knife in his heart when he had seen her sobbing on the bed, sick and exhausted, and frowned, stroking her back. 'I don't want to see that again.' She hummed happily as he applied a bit of pressure to her shoulders and back, resting completely against him.

He checked his phone. It was nearly noon. His stomach was growling softly, and he frowned. 'Hm. I must be hungry.' The normal irritation and dread settled into his stomach when he thought about food, but he sighed. 'If I don't eat, she'll be upset. Besides, she has to eat, and I can't let her eat by herself.' He started to move away, but she whimpered pitifully, following after him, and his resolve melted. 'Well, I can wait another hour…'

Kyoko woke again when her pillow pulled away. She whimpered again, but this time it shook her shoulder gently. Opening her eyes, she met her fairy prince. "Hey. Sorry, but I have to get ready to leave in a few hours, and I thought you might want something to eat."

Her own eyes widened and she sat up quickly. "Oh! I'm sorry! You should have woken me earlier! I'll make you something really quick and…" His arms stopped her from getting up and she looked up at him in confusion. "Ren?"

"Kyoko-chan, you are still sick. You need to stay in bed today. I'll find something for us to eat."

"But…you can't cook." She tilted her head innocently and he laughed.

"Yes, I know. I'm going to go pick something up and bring it back. Stay in bed okay?" She started to argue, but he was looking at her pleadingly so she nodded and lay back. "Would you rather lay on the couch?" Seeing an opportunity to at least watch TV, she nodded and started to sit up again, but before she could, he was scooping her up in his arms, blanket and all. She blushed and looked at his shoulder.

"Ren…I can walk." She mumbled. He smiled.

"I know. But I like to carry you." He blurted. She blushed brightly and stared at his own slightly red face. He cleared his throat and placed her gently on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around her. "Eh…how's that?" She nodded, trying to control her blush, and took the offered remote. "I'll be back soon."


Kyoko stared at the TV, lost in thought. 'He said that he loved me. I know he did…and I told him that I love him too…but he probably thought I was asleep. If I want him to know…I have to tell him.' The thought terrified her, but the thought of always being around him, without being able to say anything, was almost as bad. 'He's not like Sho. I know that…but what if he doesn't really love me? What if he get's bored with me?' She sighed. 'Or what if he doesn't want to be seen with me? He's so famous…' She placed her head on the back of the sofa and closed her eyes, sighing again. She heard the door open and close, but didn't stir, and soon felt a warm hand on her forehead.

"Are you okay?" She smiled slightly, opening her eyes and meeting his concerned frown.

"I'm fine. Still a little tired. What did you get?" He smiled, holding up the bag.

"You'll see." He told her playfully, and she felt her heart constrict.

'He wouldn't hurt me, right?' She waited for a minute, and he appeared with two plates with hamburger steaks and fried eggs on them. She smiled brightly and he sat beside her on the couch, turning to the TV.

"What are you watching?"

"Um…" She looked over at him sheepishly. "I don't really know…" He laughed.

"Then what have you been doing this whole time?" She looked at her food, which she had been nibbling at nervously.

"Um…just thinking…" She trailed off, taking another tiny bite and pushing her food around her plate.

His hand was on her forehead again. "Is your fever going up?" He put his food on the table and started to stand, looking around for the thermometer. She reached out and grabbed his arm, her heart leaping into her throat as she did so.

'I'm going to do this. I have to.' He looked back at her and sat back down.

"What's wrong?" He bent over to look in her face, and she opened her mouth, but the words refused to come.

'Oh no! What do I say now?' Not knowing what to say, she looked down at her lap.

"Kyoko-chan, what's…"

"You can just call me Kyoko if you want." She mumbled. He touched her head, then moved his hand to stroke her hair.

"Okay." He smiled a little, but was still concerned. "Kyoko, what's wrong?"

"I…I just wanted to tell you…I…I…" She sighed and took a deep breath, the leaned against him, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you." She mumbled, keeping her face hidden in his shirt. His arms hesitantly wrapped around her. "I…I heard you this morning…when you said that I love you…and I love you too." She held her breath and waited for him to push her away, to laugh, to do something. But he was silent, and he slowly rested his head on her head. "Ren?" She whispered fearfully. He jumped, then pulled away, looking into her eyes.

"Can you say that again?" His eyes were lit up, and his smile was making her heart want to quit on her.

"Wha…"

"I am positive that I heard you say that you loved me. And after trying to get you to realize that I love you since you arrived, I really don't want to get my hopes up." She blushed and looked away.

"Um…I love you." She mumbled. He rested his head on her shoulder.

"One more time." He asked her neck, making her shiver in surprise.

"I love you." She told him clearly, and he lifted his head, kissing her forehead softly.

"I love you too. I love you so much. Since I met you again in Kyoto, and when you left..." He touched her face, tracing the blush. "I was so afraid that I would never see you again." His arms wrapped again her. She smiled in relief and hugged him back.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"No. Don't be sorry. I don't blame you for leaving Kyoto. I'm glad you're here."

"Well…I mean, I'm sorry that I wouldn't listen when you tried to tell me that you liked me…the day I came to LME and brought me over." He nodded a little, kissing her cheek again. She blushed brightly and he pulled away with a chuckled.

"Sorry." He touched her face lovingly. "You're still sick. You should finish eating." He moved and placed his arm around her, placing her plate in her lap. "We can talk about this when you're feeling better." She leaned against him a little, nibbling at her food again.

"Can I save the rest of it?" She asked quietly. He noticed her eyes drooping and removed the plate from her lap.

"Sure. Let's get you back to bed." He handed her a cup of medicine, which she swallowed, and by the time he had taken her plate into the kitchen, she was nearly asleep. He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the guest room, placing her on the bed, covering her, and kissing her forehead gently. "I love you." He told her again, tucking the blankets around her.

"I love you too." She mumbled.


Kyoko woke to a sharp pain in her stomach, which faded to nausea as she jumped up and ran to the bathroom, loosing the bit of lunch she had eaten earlier. Groaning, she flushed the toilet and washed her mouth out. Stumbling back into the bedroom, she saw a piece of paper on the end table.

Kyoko, I'll be back around 10. Call me when you wake up. Love, Ren. She blushed at the last sentence, but smiled a little. 'I need to call Moko-san too, but I'd probably better call him now.' She found her cellphone in her clothes, frowning for a second.

'I think he said that I changed my clothes…but I can't remember changing into pajamas.' She pushed the thought away, not wanting to think about the alternative. His phone rang twice before Yashiro-san answered.

"Hello Kyoko-chan. How are you feeling?" She smiled.

"Hi Yashiro-san. I'm feeling better…mostly." She swallowed, her throat still painful, and throwing up hadn't helped. "My throat still hurts." She admitted.

"Do you want to talk to Ren?" He asked with a smile.

"Um…yes please." He chuckled softly.

"Alright, just a second." She heard Ren's muffled voice on the other end, and then he was on the phone.

"Hello, Kyoko." He said softly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm mostly better…" He waited. "I was sick earlier." He sighed sadly.

"Be sure to drink something. I don't want you to get dehydrated, and try and get some rest." She nodded, then, remembering she was on the phone, smiled.

"Okay. Do you have any more soup?"

"In the cabinet. If you want, I can bring you something else tonight."

"No…that's okay. Thank you though." Embarrassed and shy, she looked around his kitchen.

On set, Ren smiled softly. "I'll let you eat something. Get some rest, Kyoko." He told her softly, his voice gentle.

"Thank you." She hesitated. "I love you." She whispered, blushing brightly, alone in his kitchen.

"I love you too." He spoke in a normal voice, not minding the stunned look Yashiro was getting, and the disappointed looks on the faces of the other actresses (and one or two actors.) He handed his phone to Yashiro with a grateful smile and stepped back on set, ready to get done with work so that he could get back home.

A/N: What do you think? I hope you like this chapter. It will probably deviate a little more from the manga, but not too much.
Geek-chan, how do you know what type of car Ren drives? (I am so curious lol)...and why don't you get a FF account? lol