A/N: I apologize for the slow updates. Silly me had an oven door hit my wrist while baking last week and me (Klutz of the century) has a stress fracture. Lol, I guess being ambidextrous doesn't count when you need to type and I cannot force myself into the "hunt and peck" method of typing. So... Needless to say, yes I am still alive and kicking but just a little slower. ;)

Chapter 19

It was infuriating. Every day, every single day they were filming in Karuizawa and Ren wasn't there, Sho had made his presence known on the set. He behaved as if he belonged there or, he had some right to be there. She fought within herself, the desire to alter him or, eliminate him from her life entirely. Finally, at one point she just gave up. He wasn't going to leave her alone and she accepted the fact. She pulled out her phone and shot Deimos a text telling him of the singer's behavior so that he wouldn't be surprised when he finally arrived.

"Are you and Fuwa-san dating? I thought you were dating that other hottie." Itsumi Momose asked innocently.

Kyoko's eyes narrowed and she gave out an irritated sigh. "No... He's just being a pest. He's just a childhood acquaintance that thinks he owns me."

Itsumi gave a little gasp. "What a jerk. I hope you're boyfriend doesn't get the wrong impression." She commented a little worried for her friend.

Kyoko glanced at her as the makeup artist started applying her scar. "No... Kuon knows the whole story behind it. It does irritate him though."

Itsumi giggled. "I would think so. Fuwa-san has been rather persistent. You should say something to Director Ogata or, security."

"Or, pest control." Kyoko said dryly and Itsumi laughed.

She smiled. "Or, that."

It was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his entire life. He wanted to fight the fear and help wrench her away from Fuwa as they argued in the little out of the way spot she had led them to for the lecture on manners and invading a filming set when not wanted, but when he saw the slithering dark void appear and the feeling of overwhelming dread, he quickly left; however, Fuwa wasn't exactly in self-preservation mode and still had her wrists tightly gripped in his hands when the tall, green-eyed, blond-haired god of terror and dread emerged from the inky blackness. Although, he did notice how her look had softened when she stared behind him and how her scowl of anger, turned into a soft smile of affection.

Kyoko witnessed the transformation of Deimos into Kuon, behind Sho's back as he focused his attention solely on her. "What the hell is wrong with you? You have that stupid lovesick look on your face."

Kuon tapped him on the shoulder.

"What the hell do you want you stupid dog? Can't you see I'm..." He was cut off by a fist meeting his jaw. An action that gained the instantaneous release of Kyoko.

"I don't know..." Kuon smirked. "I think she looks beautiful." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently. "Are you okay?" He murmured to her.

"YOU HIT ME! You're going to pay for that!" Sho belted out.

Kyoko could feel the darkness beginning to swirl around Kuon and she tapped him gently on the arm, then shook her head. There were just too many witnesses to him being around the set that day and several people had seen her lead him and Reino away. "Pay for what?" She said sweetly.

Sho looked at her blankly.

She smiled and shook her head. "Sho? You tripped over that tree root and hit that rock." She told him as she pointed over to a spot that indeed had a protruding tree root and rock next to it.

He blinked in confusion, rubbing his sore jaw.

"You really should get some ice on that and have Shoko-san look at it." She said sweetly and snuggled deeply into Kuon's arms.

Sho nodded in agreement. "Yeah... I guess you're right. I can't have any damage to my beautiful face." He said arrogantly and the two deities rolled their eyes as he walked off.

Kuon's lips quickly and passionately glided over hers and his hands gently caressed down her shivering form. He pulled away and stared into her golden eyes. "Are you okay?"

She nodded shakily.

His brow furrowed. "Why didn't you protect yourself. You could have done anything to him to get him off you."

She shook her head. "Too many knew that he was here and Reino is a mortal with the gift. I didn't wish to frighten him like that."

Kuon sighed. "Alright, I understand but from now on... I don't want you alone with him if you can't be allowed to protect yourself." He scolded and scooped her bridal style into his arms.

"Hey!" She yelped, startled. "What are you doing?!"

He chuckled. "You came out here in your slippers. I will not have you damaging those lovely feet of yours on this rough ground."

She blushed then huffed. She then smiled mischievously and snuggled into his neck and gently kissed his ear. "Thank you Deimos." She whispered causing a shiver of excitement to shoot down his spine. She giggled as he carried her back to the filming location. "You didn't leave a crater this time."

He smirked a little. "I suppose not."

It was miserable. He tripped and hit his beautiful face on a rock and now he just couldn't think about music at all. It's as if he had a wall in his mind that was blocking off everything that had to do with his musical genius. What made it worse, is that Shoko-san would not let up about him making up with that stupid love-sick girl.

Sho's visage darkened when he thought of the tall blond's arms wrapped around Kyoko. He didn't say anything when he was there because he was too dazed by the pain in his jaw. Of course he didn't realize the similarity of being punched in the face, no one had ever dared to do that to him before and he had no clue how it felt in the first place. Hell, he had never even been slapped by a girl. Now had he grown up like Kuon, he would have known full well what something like that felt like.

He groaned as he pressed the ice pack on his jaw and glowered as he listened to the hit-worthy tunes coming from the next studio. He watched as Shoko fidgeted in her seat, wondering what her problem was. His eyes narrowed at his manager. "Shoko-san... Is there a problem?"

She swallowed a dry, nervous lump in her throat. He was going to be difficult tonight. "Um... No Sho. There isn't any problem. Why?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Who's in the next studio?"

She groaned. She knew she wouldn't be able to hide it from him forever and she could definitely guess why he was having such a problem with his creativity. "It's Vie Ghoul..." She blurted out quickly as if ripping off a bandage.

HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET SO GOOD?! His mind screamed in a panic. If this continued, his spot on the charts would definitely suffer. How on Earth would he ever make it to Number One? Then he heard it... it was the musical equivalent of "This Little Piggy". They were telling him that he would squeal all the way home, at least that's what he thought and his mood soured even more, bringing that face that Shoko was always warning him about.