Hi again, in response to a review I understand that some people are confused as to whether I will be posting here. I will post all fanfiction on here, the only things I will post elsewhere will be my own original work.

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Kyoko stood ramrod straight as she carefully dialled the unfamiliar number, her hands shook slightly as a delicate frown creased her brows. It was impolite of her to cancel this late, rude actually, especially to meet another man. But Tsuruga came first, she hadn't seen him in so long, she had hurt him the last time they saw each other and she wanted to apologise, to see how he was doing. Kyoko panicked as she saw her phone had finished dialling, that he'd actually picked up, she hurriedly placed the phone to her ear, her posture the same as it had always been, prim and proper. "Jun-san, sorry I didn't notice you'd picked up." Kyoko let the silence fill the air as she thought, then Jun-san's smooth, mature voice drifted over the phone and shook her out of her revere.
"That's ok Kyoko-chan. So are you leaving work now? I can pick you up from the studio." Jun-san had left three hours earlier when his scenes had finished shooting, so it was a very generous offer. "Um, well Jun-san that's what I was calling about..." Once again silence settled in the air. "You see an old friend of mine has just informed me that they've landed in Tokyo and I've not seen them for several years, so I was wondering if we could rearrange for another time?" She winced as she finished, it had all came out in a garbled, panicked rush and she wasn't sure if by omitting that it was a man she was meeting she was lying to Jun-san.
"Oh." Kyoko tried not to hear the disappointment in Jun-san's vice. "Of course, you must be eager to see her." And there it was, the moment to say that it's a man she was meeting, but all that came out was a timid "Yes. I've missed them." She had lied this time, deliberately not corrected his assumption that her friend was a woman. The rest of the call ended in simple niceties, Jun-san pushing for a new date for their dinner but Kyoko refused to commit, she was busy these days after all. Kyoko sat down on a nearby chair in the dressing room and sighed, guilt filling her even as excitement grew and overrode it. With shaking hands she tapped in her response, manicured finger-nails tapping against the smooth smart-phone screen. "Of course I would love to meet you Tsuruga-san. Shall we meet at yours? I'm sure you'll be mobbed as soon as you're seen after all." It was daring of her, to invite herself around to his flat, he'd never sold it so she knew he had it available. She was knocked out of her thoughts with the ting of a new text, her eyes glowing as she read his reply. "That would be very helpful, Kyoko-chan. I'll see you in about half an hour? Spare key is where it's always been." Ah, so he'd never changed the position, she'd assumed that he wouldn't want her to have access to his flat when she'd turned him down, true he hadn't been present but still. She grinned as she remembered all those secretive nights, how she'd sneak into the building so the press would not see a no-name actress entering Tsuruga Ren's apartment building. They never did anything, not that she didn't consider it but she'd been too afraid to try and Tsuruga had been too polite to consider it she supposed. Perhaps she'd have to sneak in again, this time trying to avoid catching any media attention, they'd all want pictures and reasons why the Kyoko was entering an apartment building that she did not live at but her sempai had once resided in.

She hadn't needed to sneak in in the end, after all now she drove it was rather easier, all she had to do was drive into the underground car park. She hadn't even been followed from the studio, due to the late hour the media had probably assumed that she had gone home, given a lift by either her manager or a co-star. All in all it had been far too easy and now she was sitting in her car under the apartment building 15 minutes early and panicking. The last time she had seen him she had turned him down, she'd been in love but terrified and now she was in love and so scared that he had moved on, maybe he'd brought a girlfriend back from America, someone blonde, curvaceous with an easy smile. She was too busy imagining this intimidatingly sexy, charming woman that she did not notice Tsuruga Ren standing by her car until he knocked on her window.

Kyoko startled in her seat, Ren almost felt guilty and he saw her jump, her eyes widen as she swirled to look at him. How he'd missed her expressive face, he could tell she'd been off in some day-dream, apparently not a very nice one seeing the look on her face before he'd knocked. He smiled, wide, his joy lighting up his face, pulling his lips back, showing white teeth that beamed happiness down at her, he went to open her door hoping she'd stop gaping if he opened it. "Tsuruga-san." That polite, formal tone, it rankled him and caused Kuon to surface. "I think after all we've been through you can call me Ren, Kyoko." He deliberately dropped the chan he'd always added on to make her feel more secure, more safe. It had done him no good the previous time, perhaps shocking her into impoliteness was the way to get her to open up. "Of course. I've missed you Ren." She smiled as she folded her way out of her car, expensive heels clicking onto tarmac as long legs unfolded straight and strong. She'd grown since he'd been gone, not in height but in shape, she'd filled out in ways he had not imagined five years ago and her tastes in clothing had followed, the dress clung, ending just above the knees it was not immodest in height (after all she'd felt so uncomfortable in Setsu's tight revealing get up) but it clung all the way up to the scooped neckline. His mouth dropped open as he not only took her in but also her words, when had she been so confident in calling a man by his first name alone? When had she sounded so smooth and mature, the nervous, unsure girl of her youth was gone. As Kyoko stepped towards him Ren grinned and opened his arms for her, testing, wondering if she would go willingly into his embrace. To his eternal surprise she stepped into his arms, her own wrapping around his back as she breathed in deep, he wrapped his own arms around her.

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