"You…" Tina's voice gave a cold chill down Kuon's spine. Tina held judging eyes as she gave Ren a pass over. Kuon dryly uttered her name in shock. "Let's go," She ordered her child. Her eyes held a conversation that words couldn't describe. Kuon pulled back, watching the form of her back stride to the end of the hall. Rick turned his head, "Mommy what's going on?" His arm tugged with the pull of her grasp. Tina took the small boy's hand and guiding them both to an unknown location. Kuon and rick's eyes connected for a final moment.

All at once, it was like time stood still. Trapped in a void with his heart beating fast. Face pale as their bodies faded down the hall. He witnessed a ghost of his long forgotten past. A ghost he prayed that would never have to confront again.

A rush of adrenaline passed through him as he leaned his forehead forward angst the door. Kuon glanced over at his watch as if it was speaking to him. You are still a chicken after all these years. Slowly turning his wrist to admire the sheen of light glide around its curve. When are you going to take action. There he stood in self loathing. A throbbing pain stabbed him stammering in his chest. The drum getting louder and louder with the sound of his running footsteps. Trying catch up to the mother and towing child. But by the time he tired to chase they were already gone without a single trace.

The day went by in a blur. Ren kept missing his marks repeatedly. The one take king lost his crown since this morning. Unsteady on his feet he tried his best to keep in the beat of the rhythm of the day. A can of cold coffee landed on the break room table beside Kuon. "You okay there big guy?" Oscar asked pulling a chair right next to his fellow actor. Kuon's eyes snapped up to meet Oscar's with a scowl. "What's with that face? Does someone need a hug?" Oscar teased. "I'll pass… Thanks." Kuon reached over to take the canned caffeine. "Today is just an off day," Ren reassures. "I bet."Oscar shrugged, "We all have one every now and then." Oscar crossed his legs taking a sip of his own drink. With a quick glance to examine Ren's body language, the taller actor was staring off in the distance. The air around him seemed to have a vulnerable wind scar. A crack in the window that seemed to start spreading. Nosy and a newsmonger, It was just in Oscar's nature to just be dying to pry it open.

Since the first day of banding together with the cast 'Ren' was a mystery. When he finally arrived, being too immersed in his role. The cast and crew did their best to avoid him as much as possible. Except being with Kyoko. He was a well kept secret. Hiding away from the others. The fact that there is this small chink in the armer of Tsuruga Ren interested Oscar beyond no end. Determined to wiggle his way in to the crack and discover what made Ren tick.

Kuon was too wrapped up into his own world to pay Oscar anymore mind. Humming along with whatever the short man was bickering on about. Doing his best to drown out is past trauma that was laying out the surface of his mind. Oscar's words became inaudible to Kuon's ears as flashes burnt rubber and blood invaded his senses. Tina's judging eyes rattled his core. She is one of the very few that knew of the truth of who He actually was. A monster.

"What are you homesick?" Kuon snapped out of his daymare. "Huh?" Oscar had a mischievous gleam in his eye as a sly smirk crossed his face.

How did he end up in the back of this cab heading to —"What was this restaurant again?" Ren lifted his chin off of his resting hand to face Oscar. "Kiseki, it's a nice little place I took Mogami when she was feeling homesick." Kuon scrunched his brows together wondering just why? To all of it. When did Oscar even get the chance to go with her? Why him? Why is this the first time he's hearing about this? Why did she agree to go with him? Why did he agree to go here? Was he that deep in a depressed stupor that he actually just agreed follow this pesky man blindly. One of Kuon's brows twitched, I guess I was. Ren let out a long sigh. Deep down Kuon knew he just didn't want to be alone tonight. The cab pulled up to a drive away to a fancy Japanese restaurant. It was elaborate but private. Decorated with tuitional lanterns and a koi pond at the entrance. Walking through the double doors Kuon's eyes strode from the waterfall walls, to the sushi bar to… a familiar duo at a hibachi table. Kuon locked eyes with an elder man.

Hot sizzling sun radiated around the desert air. Sand kicking up from explosions, rocking the earth. Grains raining down, trickling on the pair as they ran from the pursuers bb-8 speeding right behind. "What about that ship?" Finn huffed as he and Rey dashed across the dunes. Rey's face twisted into disgust when she quickly glanced over to the pointed near by ship. "That ship?! That ship's garbage we will never make it out of here in it!" They continued to sprint to their desired superior ship when—a single blast of fire took aim at the 'superior' craft. Destroying it to pieces. Halting Rey, Bb and Finn in their tracks. "The garbage will do," Rey huffed and changed course of action to Finn's choice.

Both Kyoko and John collapsed on the hot sand bed of Dubai. Panting from the dry heat. Their bodies became like paper as they crawled to the white tent. "This is hell," Kyoko dryly huffed out. "At least you are in tan clothes," John groaned as his arm arched over in attempt to pull himself up onto his casting chair. They both pleasurably sighed as their bodies relaxed into their seats in the shade. "I am dying in this! Why did our director force me wear this leather jacket today and that trooper costume yesterday," John was still trying to breathe as he peeled the jacket off his sweaty skin. "In black too," he huffed under his breath gesturing at his chests were heaving, taking deep inhales of the dry desert air. Kyoko was too tired to answer as she reached for a nearby towel and patted her forehead. Yashiro pulled away the cloth barrier, making room for his body to enter the tent. Placing a cold bottle on top of his talent's forehead. Kyoko clasped the plastic and purred with the cold chilling of her skin. Yashiro lightly chuckled, "Don't worry you two. Tonight we will be back on a nice cold flight to LA." They both heard her manger reassurance. "Great, we escape the heat for slightly cooler heat." John sarcastically remarked as he reached for the water bottle Yashiro was handing him as well. "At least the studio has air conditioning." Yashiro shrugged. "Yeah true. We can't be blessed like someone we all know. ...Someone that gets to stay in the nice cool tent the whole time." Kyoko's eyes slanted in annoyance as she set her misplaced frustrations at her manger. "Sorry, I am just not talented enough to be out there," Yashiro remarked. Both Kyoko and John took a single glance at each other. As if they were holding a secret conversation. Passing mental notes back and forth from each other when, "All in favor of jumping him when we finally cool off?" John teased as kyoko just agreed.

"Ah! Ren! What a pleasant coincidence—" Lory's voice sang while he gulped on his teriyaki. Kuon cut to the chase,"—What is this?" When Kuon walked in his eyes landed right onto President Lory and his father enjoying a meal together. "It's a meal… Humans have it to create energy for themselves. This is what people say, a common practice of two old friends enjoying their company in a restaurant." Lory explained as if he was talking to a foreigner form another world. His expression forged confusion to the standing Gentleman. Kuu nervously gulped down his current meal. Holding out his plate for another serving. Still not used to seeing his son it seems, Lory sighed at the hopeless father.

Ren's eyes narrowed with skepticism. They couldn't have possibly known about todays' events. "Just what are you two up to," Kuon's voice was dripping with irritation. Lory's lips pulled into a pout, "Why must you always assume I am up to something?" Kuon bluntly replied, "Because I know you." Lory turned his attention to his companion, "Kuu do you hear this." Their boss leaned in to draw Kuu into the conversation. Kuu slurped on his stand of chicken swallowing it whole. "Do you see what he thinks of me? ...If you really want us to scheme something up. I'm sure we will happily obliged. Right?" Kuu eagerly replied with a sly smirk. "I mean, I'm always up for some fun and games."

Oscar just sat back as he witnessed all three of the men bickering. "I sincerely appreciate you not doing that," Ren's tone was stern. Oscars eyes bounced like a pin pon ball as this continued to go on for 10 more minutes.

Till finally he cut in, "Does everyone in Japan just know Kuu?" Kuon's back hunched darting his attention back to his own company. I forgot that he was even here, he panicked in his thoughts. "Let me guess," Oscar started to joke. "You are also Kuu's son?" Kuu outwardly laughed at the thought. Wiping a false tear from his underlid, "Oh that was a good one…"Kuon eyes rolled while his father went all out in his acting. "Tiny, you have a wild sense of humor." Oscar looked at the seasoned actor quizzically. Pulling himself a chair at the table. Lory gestured for Ren to take a seat as well. Bitterly, Ren took the offer. "So what brings you around these parts, Ren. You aren't one to just go out. Especially to a restaurant." Lory's lip's attempted to fight back his smirk. Kuon's glare was fearsome with daggers aiming at the President. Expressing clear unamusment at his boss's advances. "Well Tsuruga was acting strange today," Oscar started to say as he scanned the menu. "Stranger than normal," he added, muttering under his breath. The olive sinned man thumbed through the pages. "And I thought maybe he was homesick. So I took—" Lory's eyes glistened with an evil shine aiming his sights to the cowering tall actor. Kuon's back hunched over with fear and anger. Side viewing loose mouthed man, I am going to kill this man. "Him here. Mogami like it. So I figured Tsuruga might too. Since she's the only one he really spends time with—" This man just loves to talk doesn't he. Ren imagined a strong hold strangle around his neck. Held tight by his fingers. "on set." Lory's expression turned into a different shade of evil as well as Kuu joining in. That man's loose lips were cannons sinking Koun down to a pit of despair. Water of these to praying eyes seeping into his life."You have been hanging around with my son I see…" Kuu's brow jerked up with this new knowledge. Staring at his actual son down while he took a sip of water. "Homesick I see…" Lory added stroking his beard. He's a dead man. If looks could kill Oscar would be already six feet under. If only he wasn't to oblivious to notice Kuon's daggers.

After dinner, the 'overbearing parents' flocked over. "Ren, I have brought Shincha tea over. If you are feeling so homesick perhaps stop by later tonight" Kuon knew that Lory's way of coax him come by. Clue that only three out of the four men could understand. "Sure," he said it just to appease the elder 'gentleman'. With Oscar's blabbing mouth there was no running from his now fate. He felt as if he were a mouse cornered by a large tabby cat. Mentally preparing for the toying that he is sure to follow.

Kyoko let out a sigh as she closed her cellphone. Stirring with uneasiness she tapped her cell on her chin. He usually sends them about now. She bit her lip in frustration. Glancing at the time, giving up hope for a video for tonight. She zipped her phone in purse pocket and grabbed her luggage. Attempting to placing it on the over head, "I got it Kyoko," John gave her a hand before putting his baggage right besides hers. Yashiro following right behind. "It's going to be along flight back guys," Yashiro warned as they all took their seats. "I'm used to it by now," John and Kyoko said in unison.

End of Ch. 19


A/n: Hello again! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I missed writing Kuu so much. I wanted him to make another cameo. Lol

Fun fact about me: Kiseki is a real place near me that I love. It has the best sushi. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like how I describe it. I jazzed it up bit. But as I looked up Kiseki meaning I got and I quote:

* miracle; wonder; marvel

*rare stone; special stone; strange stone

*traces of a person or thing; path one has taken

That to me just screams the corn stone and how skip beat is. So it was it was a perfect coincidence!

Edit: When I looked this over on the actual website I noticed a lot of the original copy got altered. Idk how or why but hopefully I fixed all of it. I also went back and changed up a few things from past chapters. Nothing note worthy but I just felt like sharing that tidbit of information.