Authors Chat: A very short chapter. And by the way, yes, I love leaving you all hanging. I am a woman, women are evil. *grin*
I would greatly appreciate your comments and constructive criticism!
That being said, italics text are direct thoughts of characters, text is in quotes, noises are done with asterisks.
DISCLAIMER: Skip Beat! and it's characters are not my original creation, they are owned and created by Nakamura Yoshiki.
Story Timeline: This fanfic is outside the timeline Nakamura-sensei has set forth. This would take place past the present storyline, but a not-so-distant future. Character development applies as I will attempt to keep the characters as Nakamura-sensei has made them. (Otherwise it just isn't a fanfiction but rather a fiction merely using the same names!) Just don't forget that some things may seem a bit out of character since they (characters) are in situations that Nakamura-sensei has not yet put them into or developed the emotional necessity for.
Playing With Fire
Act 15
Natsu didn't understand why the Emperor's entry hurt so badly. It shouldn't have, she had been with men in the past.
The force at her entrance pushed painfully, and with each small space he slid into her, the screaming in the back of her mind intensified. It grew in strength until the scream spilled out her mouth. Natsu was forced out as Kyoko screamed of her own volition from the pain coursing through her body.
She panicked and tried to move away, caught in terror by a burning pain, but the pain spiked as she felt something tear inside her, and she stopped her struggling, stiff.
She begged Ren to stop what he was doing as a severe ache replaced the burning pain and her tears were falling unabashed. What had he done to her? She never imagined it would hurt so badly. How had she even gotten into this situation? Why was Ren doing this to her?
Over and over, Ren mumbled apologies, but they fell on deaf ears. Kyoko retreated inside herself and curled in on herself as soon as they were no longer joined.
A hand extended toward her… the hand of the person who had just hurt her and done … things… to her… She flinched away unconsciously and tightened herself in the ball she had formed, holding her stomach as if to squeeze away the ache.
There was some movement of the bed as Ren climbed off, a small shuffling and sliding sound as he found and partially clothed himself, then the sound of footsteps as they quickly strode away and a soft *clack* as the door closed behind him.
No longer needing to hold back, the sobs spilled from Kyoko's lips as she buried her head in his pillow and wailed.
Ren could hear the muffled cries just outside the closed door. He was in pain as well. His heart hurt from hearing her pain and knowing there was nothing he could do to comfort her.
I caused that pain… I caused it! "FUCK!" He yelled and walked heavily throughout the apartment, going no where in particular. "FUCK!" as if expressing his upset would make him feel better.
He was angry and found himself staring back at himself in the mirrored walls of his personal gym.
All that self control he had gained as Tsuruga Ren was gone. The hurt and anger clearly displayed on his face.
WHY does it ALWAYS have to be like this!?! WHY can't I stay in control!
He cursed himself. This was why he had lost so many roles back in America. This was why he couldn't let anyone know who he really was. His strength of emotion was too great and he lacked control. He had hurt people in the past because of it, and his guilty conscious is what sent him flying to Japan.
If he fled back to America now, there would be dire consequences. He couldn't go anywhere else because this was where his work was, and he owed a debt to President Takarada that he had to repay.
He was trapped in his own disguise with no way out, and now he had ruined the one true good and pure thing he had in his life. She would hate him. How could she not?
If only she hadn't lost herself in her role. … I had warned her… What am I thinking? No, this isn't her fault. I am the one to blame! God, I'm so STUPID!
He screamed incoherently in his head, anger and shame filling him until he could take it no more and he lashed out. He did to his image what he wished he could do to himself.
He screamed aloud and punched the mirrored wall hard. The image that was Tsuruga Ren shattered and fell to pieces around him.