Kyoko closed the door behind her after saying her parting words to Tsuruga. She turned and let her body lean against the outside world's barrier. She felt a chill run up her spine. Co- Pilot, echoed through her mind. Flashs of Kuu's face smiling broadly shifted, faded into Tsuruga's eerily similar one. Matching up almost perfectly. She gulped thinking it was just a weird coincidence. Pushing away the creeping thought as she recalled Kuu, " My memory of him stops at age 15". Right, Kuon no longer exists in this world. She paced forward to get ready for bed, "He would be 20 now." Another echo in her mind. That was a year ago. She again fought back the idea. "I'm just over tired," She said to herself as she took off her sandals. Plus he never said he lived in America. Just was here. That could mean a number of things like vacationing, her hand gripped one of her draws. Pulling it open to retrieve her pjs. And Co- pilot is a common thing father's say. Kyoko rolled her eyes at even entertaining the thought. Sometimes I even amaze myself on how gullible I can be. She slipped off her dress as she reached for the pants of her pjs. She slipped one pant leg on, "Nope". Then another, "Nothing a like." Then pulling the tank over her head. "Just go to bed, Kyoko." She tired to convince herself up until she drifted off to sleep.

Ren dropped Kyoko back to her hotel room. The first time out beside being on the set. He usually locks himself away from the world. Afraid. Atoning. Actually, for once feeling lucky to be back home in the states. Kuon smiled broadly to himself while he reached for his hotel key card. The shimmering image of the moonlight dancing on Kyoko's body was another treasured moment now. He thought to himself, maybe for the first time here he could actually get a good nights rest.

"Rick!" —Time stopped. Burning rubber screaming into his ears.

A little child brushed past him. Had to be about six years old. "Don't go running off with out mommy, Okay?" Kuon's stare was stagger following the child's run as they reunited with his mother. "Mom, why is that man acting so strange," child hid behind his honey blonde mother's legs. She didn't bother to look up at Kuon as she reprimanded, "Rick, sweetie that's not very nice." "Sarwee," the child responded. The mother smiled forgiving her son. She lovingly patted his head and took out her hand to guide her offspring down the hall to their destination. Paper white with adrenaline kicking in, Kuon did not realize his feet were moving. Heading straight to his door. He swiped the key card hard and slammed it shut. Kuon heavily leaned on the wood frame. His body shook as if he was cold. Pushing his ink black hair away from his face. Glancing at his broken watch as if it was a separate being. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have forgotten. His right hand clenched the cold watch tight. To set a reminder to himself. You should never be forgiven. Don't ever forgive me, Rick... Tina.

Yep—definitely was wrong about actually sleeping.

The room was well patted for safety. Spacious maroon walls with food and drinks on a long corner table. Something was stirring in the pit of her stomach. This swooping feeling had not escaped her since the night before. She scanned the room for the others only to realized she was the first one there. Watching, waiting in nervous anticipation for the doors push open. Each second was torture to her when.... Finally, it swung. Eyes grew wide as the unknown party entered. With a toothy smile he spoke, "It's great to see you, Kyoko!" John made his way to her. It wasn't whom she was expecting but she was still happy to see the Brit none the less. He gave her a forceful pat on the shoulder as a greeting. "Are you ready for some come-bat?" He playfully punched her shoulder. Mimicking some fighting moves. Kyoko let out a soft laugh as she let John be John. He was in his own little world gushing over the scene that they will be practicing together.

Tsuruga and Yashiro both made their way to the come-bat room quietly. The smaller of the two males glanced up at the actor. Yashiro could feel a pit in his stomach there was something off putting with his talent. His aura was black swirling around him trashing at unknown parties that passed by. Yashiro questioned to himself if anything happen last night that he was unaware of.

They entered the room to find Kyoko laughing whole heartily as John flung his arms and legs around. The knot was tying in Ren's stomach as he watched the pair interact with one another. He knew he had no right to feel this envious over a small conversation. But... it was like watching life through a glass window. The one he wants to be with is right there in front of him. He could see her. Watch her from afar. But there was a clear barrier between them. Never could he actually be there with her. The knot was tugging tighter and tugging at their every move. A childish possessive impulse was crawling under his skin. Battling his inner demon raging in him with each wrinkle emerging on her face from laughter. He tore his eyes away from the two. By the time the instructors entered the room Ren could feel the heat in his stomach burning bright.

They instructed the talents on the required steps for the final show down between the tree. First by handing John and Ren wooden rods to help imitate their sabers. John gave Ren a childish smug smirk, "Oh this is going to be fun." He 'ignited' the saber and milked in its glory. After a short while he went into a fighting stance, gripping his weapon with both hands inches away from his face. Taking a deep breath Ren closed his eyes to center himself. When he opened them, he gained focus. Leering into the Finn's eyes. Kylo did a stylized one handed swing with his weapon before going into his own fighting stance. Finn ran towards Kylo in full force. A one handed swing Ren easily deflected the first attack. Then blocking the second strike with a backhand swing. Finn was pacing backward. Desperation breathed in Finn as all his force poured into a center cut. Only to have the attempt failing. Heat seeping in him, Ren channeled all his dark rooted emotions with every clash. He was much too fast and much too strong for Finn to keep up. Tripping over his own two feet.

Out of breath, John still jumped back up with perseverance. The Brit put all of his remaining energy running back to attack Kylo. Without a word, the staged altercation transitioned into a real one. They clashed over and over again till John was trapped. One more step and he would fall back over onto the table. Was it a test of strength or will that made them apply all of their body weight into those damn wooden rods. Both unaware of their grunts of effort, with their teeth barren. The pressure was getting too much for John's over fatigued body. Leaving a vulnerable opening for a final blow, Ren twirled his saber around kicking off his opponent's out of their hands. The room echoed the sound of the woods' clank while it was discarded to the other side of the room. Lost in the moment, Ren forgot to hold his punches as it connected to John's face.

Kyoko gasped, witnessing John's body spin in a daze. One final backhanded swoop of the rob grazed the spine of the other actor pushing his limp body onto the snack table. Anyone with in a 20 mile radius could hear the thud and crashing of John's body hitting (and breaking) everything. The medic was already on sight treating the knocked out actor. Ren was distilled in shock. Every sound after that fated punch was inaudible. His knuckles still warm form them act. Skin losing color at the damaged he just inflected. Vision blurring as the paramedics surround his victim with assistants. Dripping in cold sweat when a chill ran on his spine. If it wasn't for the tight warmth circling, gripping his hand, Ren might have drifted off again. Drowning in guilt and depression. He clenched on to that warmth with all his might.

"I think that's enough for today," their manger said.

End of Ch. 10


I know I am an ass and left it on a cliffhanger. I am sorry. lol I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! x3