Chapter 13

"Momose-san, I'm really worried about her. I wanted to apologize to her for interrupting her filming." He sounded sincere enough, and convincing. His blue eyes flashed the characteristic vampire red and she froze. She'd heard rumors of him being a vampire, but she tried to reserve the judgments most elves would make in the heat of the moment. However, this one wasn't making any effort to hide it with her. He was actually flaunting it, and an arrogant vampire was something to be wary of, even in the entertainment world where one had to be tolerant of others for their career's sake.

Momose Itsumi was not about to be deceived by such lowly vermin. She didn't even want to think of how a vampire would have treated an elf like her or Kyoko-chan, growing up with him. How did that even work? If Kyoko-chan was an elf that's heart was darkened and corrupted, it most certainly would have been by a despicable vampire and his ilk. She shuddered to think of how Kyoko would have been treated growing up with a "friend" like him. Screw tolerance, this ass isn't getting to her through me! She growled inwardly.

She pasted on a fake smile. She didn't want trouble from him in this hotel. "I'm sorry Fuwa-san, she's not in right now. She had plans this evening." Itsumi had heard that Tsuruga-san had arrived, so she assumed that Kyoko-chan was visiting with him. She wasn't going to tell this vermin that though, it was no one's business. "Fuwa-san, I think you should go back to your own room." She insisted. "I don't know when she'll be back."

Sho sighed in irritation. This little elf obviously wasn't going to be charmed by him the way Mimori had been. He thought all would be lost, and he wouldn't be able to let her know her place while she was here. He needed to let her know exactly how he felt about her being around Reino and Tsuruga when she was his property. Were his obvious thoughts as the little elf closed her door without so much as a cordial goodbye.

He had nearly given up when he'd heard the voice of his most hated rival emanating from a room down the hall, talking to the Hospitality Service person that was delivering his meal. It appeared to be for more than one person. Sho scowled. She wouldn't. He thought as he angrily stomped down the hall to the door.

"Kyoko-chan, dinner's here. I ordered your favorite." He heard the muffled male voice through the door.

His blood went cold at the answer. "I'll be right out Corn. I'm almost done. I just need to dry my hair."

He was livid. His fangs were out and his eyes were now glowing red. The betrayal cut deeply into him. He took a deep breath and lifted his fist to the door, then proceeded to pound loudly enough for the temporary resident to want to end the disturbance before it attracted unwanted attention.

Kuon opened the door and groaned audibly. "Fuwa-san, to what do I owe this displeasure?" Kuon asked dryly.

"She's in here." He seethed.

"I really don't believe that's any of your business." He answered as the hairdryer stopped and Kyoko emerged from the bathroom fresh, clean, and completely relaxed.

She looked up and noticed who was at the door, apparently trying to start an argument with Kuon. Her mouth watered remembering the satisfying feeding she'd had after the filming of the PV. She smirked and a chill raced down Sho's back, almost as if he was remembering the same incident. "I'm not sure if you're extremely brave or really stupid." She commented and Kuon noticed the change in her demeanor and voice.

"What the hell are you doing in his room?" He hissed. "Isn't playing around with one of my enemies enough, you have to whore yourself out for a second?" He spat out.

Kuon's reaction time was a bit slower than hers, as he watched her pull the idiot into the room by his throat and slam him against the wall. "You have a lot of nerve, saying something like that to me." He felt his body slide up the wall as he struggled. "Hm, you have quite the knack for pissing me off. Did you not hear anything I said to you last time?" She glanced at Kuon. "With your pathetic apology for hitting me?"

Kuon bristled at the admission, but tried to keep a cool head. He gently rubbed her shoulder. He didn't want to be the one to explain to housekeeping when they would have to clean up 2 ½ kilos of grey dust in the morning. "Kyoko-chan, remember what Uesugi-dono said." He reminded her and she relaxed.

Kyoko nodded and dropped him on the floor. "Hmph, pathetic..." She commented as she re-entered the bathroom to change out of the robe she'd borrowed. She would let the cooler head prevail. Kuon could take care of him or she would end up removing his soul completely.

Kuon looked at him with an eyebrow cocked. "I would listen to her, Fuwa-san. You have no idea who you keep pissing off." He shook his head.

"Pfft... Then why don't you fill me in, because what I see is a freak that no one wants. The way I see it, she only has me. I'm the one that grew up with her and I'm the only one that actually knows that she'll never be good enough for anything other than being a maid or a slave." He told Kuon haughtily, while rubbing the red mark on his throat caused by her Herculean grip.

Kuon chuckled. "She's right, you are pathetic. You may want to hold your opinion to yourself. It could prove to be very dangerous for you."

Sho smirked. "Are you threatening me Tsuruga?"

Kuon shook his head, grabbed Sho by the shoulder and shoved him into the hallway, noticing a couple walking towards them. "I'm sorry Fuwa-san, I'm really not in the mood to deal with your childishness." He glanced toward the two young women from the Dark Moon cast that shared the room down the hall, standing at their door, staring at the two men. "Might I suggest that your exit be dignified and discreet? You wouldn't want people to draw scandalous conclusions." He smirked.

Sho scoffed. "Scandalous conclusions? What would they say if they found Kyoko in your room?" He asked under his breath with a mischievous smirk.

Kuon cocked an eyebrow. "They would probably think what the rest of the cast already knows, that Kyoko and I are having dinner with my manager." He nodded to the man stepping off the elevator and heading in their direction.

"Che... Whatever. You won't always be lucky enough to have a convenient excuse like that. I will have my talk with her and you will not be able to stand in my way." He turned to walk away.

Don't think I'll let you near her Fuwa. I'm not the only one that cares about her. Kuon thought as he watched the arrogant vamp stomp towards the elevator.

"I'm sorry Corn..." He turned to see her staring guiltily at the floor.

He sighed as Yashiro entered the room. "What he does, isn't your fault Kyoko-chan."

"What happened, Ren?" Yashiro asked as he finally entered the room.

He groaned a little, inwardly. "Fuwa wanted to talk to Kyoko-chan, and she didn't want to talk to him."

Yashiro noticed the fact that Ren wasn't using her surname anymore. Did something happen? He smirked inwardly. "I'll make sure to let Shachou know. That young man is becoming more, and more of an annoyance." That boy is definitely going to be a problem. Didn't he just get off the phone with Takarada-san regarding his behavior?

"You really don't need to do that Yashiro-san. I can take care of this mess myself." She protested.

Kuon turned to her. "Kyoko-chan, we both know that you can, but Takarada-san has more resources than you do. He can manage the situation much more effectively and discreetly." He explained and Yashiro agreed with him. "You don't need to be dirtying your hands or reputation with him." He finished.

She grimaced a little. "I suppose you're right. It always seems to go badly when I try." She pondered out loud, remembering how she keeps revealing her form every time she loses her temper with him.

"Alright, enough of this you two. I see dinner has arrived. We can discuss the situation after." He told them, placing his bag and jacket on the armchair next to the dresser.