This chapter is shorter than the first one, but I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to tell me if my grammar suck and/or if this is totally OOC. I will try my best to fix it.

Disclaimer: Skip Beat and all it's characters are created, and belongs to, Nakamura Yoshiki.

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"No. I do not want to hear about this. Could you please try to learn me something useful for a change?" Yuzukis frustration and boredom were overpowering. Not only did she have to live this lonely life without any ups and downs. Now she even had to learn about people that had been dead for over thousands of years.

"It is very important to learn about our forefathers, Yuzuki-sama." Hiroshi did not look away from his book. In the corner of his eye he could see her walking back and forth. Clearly frustrated. "It is important that we learn about their actions, and what kind of consequences they encountered."

"This is not important to me. I would much rather wish to go out and experience something exiting for a change."

"This is especially important for you. In some time, before you know it, you will be the one making the decisions for this wor- Would you sit down!" Hiroshi found her constantly moving around the room annoying and raised his voice a little. Even though he was very aware that this was not a thing to do around royalty. He could not help but to look up at her, hoping she had not noticed. Not surprisingly they made eye contact. He quickly put his focus back at the book. There was no doubt she had reacted to his words.

"What did you ask me?" Yuzuki walked towards him. Putting one foot slowly in front of the other. She was walking on an invisible line. Wearing a scary expression, but still looking beautiful. She reached her target. Put her hand under his chin and made him look her in the eyes. "Please let me hear those words again, Hiroshi."

He answered in a weak voice. "Would you please sit down, your Highness Yuzuki-sama."

"Yes, thank you." Her left hand grabbed the book from his hands, closed it and put it on the table. He could feel her right hand sliding from his shoulder, behind his neck as she sat down, sideways on his lap. "I needed a break. This is very comfortable."

She was confident he would not dare to say anything against her. As the youngest newcomer in the staff, he had to be terrified of her. She could do what ever she wanted to this man. And she wanted to do a lot of things.

She slid her right arm down from his shoulders and around his waist. Leaned against his chest and had her left hand working on his shirt's buttons. He felt warm and she could feel that his body was as well built as it looked. She could hear his heart. It was beating fast. He was probably scared to death. Yuzuki smiled. Even though he was twice her size, she was capable of making the heart of this man race with fear. At the third button she felt his hands, firmly but gentle, wrapping around her wrist. She looked up. Her mouth was slightly open in surprise and Hiroshi could see the questions in her eyes.

"You are right. I Think you do need a break." He moved her hand down to her side, grabbed her waist carefully and lifted her into standing position. Before she could gather herself enough to say anything, he was on his legs, shirt closed and on his way out of the room. "We will continue the lecture tomorrow then, Yuzuki-sama."

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Ren closed the bedroom door behind him. It would be best to wait a couple of minutes before entering the living room again. Just to be sure Kyoko was out of character.

"That went well" he whispered. The scene was not that intense. He had managed to stay as Hiroshi and was nearly unaffected. Poor Kyoko definitely seemed to be needing his help. She could not get herself to sit on his lap at first. Yuzuki would disappear from her body as soon as she was to touch him. The apologies had come bursting out, about how she was a burden and brought shame on him as his kouhai. At last. when she had gathered the courage to sit down, she had reminded him more of a robot than a princess. However, when she had gotten back into character, she had done a perfect job. It had been painful to stop her. How he wanted her to open his shirt like that. To let her tiny hand slip in under the fabric and caress his chest. But this was Yuzuki, not Kyoko. And he was Hiroshi, not Ren. He had not forgotten for one second.