A/N: These have to be my absolute most favorite chapters from the initial version. In the rewritten version chapters three and four have been put together. Not much has changed or even added as I thought I really had their personalities down and quite honestly I had so much fun writing this =). Later chapters of the manga echoed my opinion of Kyoko's thoughts towards Kuu-san, so I was very pleased! I am still at my grandmother's, drinking a can of pepsi max (because it's there, I don't actually like diet soda. At all). Recently I saw the new movie 'the day the earth stood still' very good movie! I really like the ideas presented in the movie, they were interesting and sophisticated but still understandable inlayman's terms, not the ton of jargon in some sci-fi movies I get confused over (that's probably just me though ^_^ ' ).

Chapter 3: Desperate for love

In the Daryumai, Kyoko sighed as she lay on the futon and brushed her gold-brown hair from her eyes. Out wardly she appeared relaxed, tired but relaxed, no one, not even those who had studied her sometimes obscure mannerisms, some out of amazement(Moko), hopes of possible emulation(Maria), searching for gossip(Yashiro) or storing for future manipulation( Rory), could tell that her mind was exhausted after hours of emotional turmoil brought about by a single phonecall she had received just 3 hours earlier.

Her father. What was he like? Perhaps he was cold or cruel. Or what if he was a snob? He was rich wasn't he? Or at least he used to be. What would he think of her? Her, Kyoko, who had blindly run away from home to follow a man who was only using her to achieve his dreams of stardom. Her, Kyoko, who wasn't beautiful, or popular, a poor wannabe actress who only had her determination to save her.

What would he think of her, Kyoko, a girl who had forgotten how to love?

That was if it was true, what if it was all a joke. A ploy to play on the heart strings of a girl who had no father, but desperatly wanted one, so desperate she'd forced her self on her most respected teacher, Hizuri-sama? Kyoko knew she had behaved shamefully, Hizuri-sama probably didn't want a daughter, afterall wasn't he looking for a son? His son...Kuon. Kyoko thanked kami that Hizuri-sama was kind enough to put up with her and...and even act like a father to her! But she supposed it came naturally to Hizuri-sama who was such a fatherly person, after all he was like the father of all the world -such a person would be able to do such a thing very easily, right?

But, he wasn't her father. Kyoko supposed she must be a very greedy person. She was jealous of Kuon for having such a great dad who had treated her like a son! But...she wanted her own father, someone who was hers and couldn't be taken away or forget about her. At that moment Kyoko made up her mind.

She was going to the meeting tomorrow. No matter what. Even if it was false, or he was a horrible person she would stand there waiting, she'd wait until there was no time left, even if no-one came for her, even if she came home empty and hollow and wasn't able to reach Corn and the privacy of her room before she cried. She decided she was going to risk everthing, she was going to hold out her shattered heart for inspection and if it got rejected...

If it got rejected she would piece it together once more.

Natsumi sighed as he reclined on his couch, watching Dark Moon, over and over, focusing on one face, a face that drew him like a spotlight on a dark night, the face of his daughter...Kyoko. He gazed upon her, she was brilliant, a born actress, she could be great -if proper care was taken to teach her. It was an inscrutable performance, she played Mio with perfection and flare, she was equal to, if not exeeding the lead actress.

A true performer.

Perhaps it was hereditary, Saena was quite the actress herself, she had certainly fooled him. If so, what else had she inherited? If she was just like her mother...Natsumi didn't finish that thought. He could only hope, desperatly hope it was only an act and that some part of him was inside of her, desperatly he hoped that she wouldn't hate him. His heart had already broken once, he wanted to be sure it wouldn't again. Then he snorted in bitter laughter, did he even have that choice? He would go in that restaurant tomorrow with his heart on a golden platter and he would offer it to her without hesitation. If she crushed it beneath her heel he'd retreive it.

He was too desperate to care, he couldn't miss this chance.

He looked at what informantion he had on her, so she was part of LME? If she had only auditioned for his agency, they would have met much sooner. Now she was under contract with Takeda, that ridiculous, manipulative.... hmm, a contract as an actor only? So she couldn't sing then, for surely Lory had all bases covered, right?

Natsumi Mogami sat stiffly at a small table in a corner of the restaurant, he had been led here when he had introduced himself at the counter, as Kyoko had instructed and told that 'Kyoko-chan' would be here at 4:00 before she started her shift. Obviously his daughter worked here, Why? Was it for pocket money? Surely Saena would support her with enough so that she would never need to work for pocket money, perhaps it was a discipline thing? No, he could not picture that of Saena, he could see her as a rigid perfectionist in regards to their daughter's behaviour and schooling, but to working a part-time job? No way in hell. So... why?

His spies and informants had proved singularily unreliable, getting information on Kyoko was almost as hard as getting info on Tsuruga Ren, nigh impossible. Had it not been for his secretaries remark on how her cousin had 'discovered' the new 'Mio', a girl named Kyoko Mogami, but it wasn't until he caught a glimpse of 'Mio' that he realised with startling certainty that she was the image of a 15 year old Saena.

He had been in his office, on his way to lunch as his secretary started to watch a tape and Saena's face appeared on the screen. His store-bought bento clattered to the floor as he stared slack-jawed at the screen, ignoring the surprised cry of his secretary. Saena? Too young. Perhaps it was an old tape? But Saena hadn't done any acting as far as he knew. Why would she keep it a secret? Dazed and confused he crouched down to help his secretary clean the mess before it stained the carpet. As she moved away muttering about, clumsy, no good employers he caught her arm and asked what she had been watching. A little surprised she answered his question. "It's the new version of Tskukomi, 'Dark Moon'. It came out just yesterday, Ren Tsuruga's in it." The new Dark Moon? Impossible! Saena wasn't that young. So how? He noticed his secretary was still babbling on, a slight flush to her cheeks. He wondered if she had a fever, then one sentence irrevocably caught his attention. "my cousin discovered her, you know. That new 'Mio', she's very good, but she's very scary apparently. I think she's only 16. she has the same last name as you, too. Kyoko, her last name is Mogami too, from Kyoto".

"She's only 16" "Mogami Kyoko from Kyoto" Saena lived in Kyoto and 16 would be the age of their daughter if she had lived. Natsumi forgot about lunch.

He had a few calls to make.

Kyoko panicked as she noticed the time shown on the clock in the front of LME building, 15 minutes! There was only 15 minutes to bike ride to the Daryumai, on the other side of Tokyo in order to make it to the meeting.

Gathering her determination and will power, Kyoko mounted her bicycle and unleashed her demons.

civilians fell to the ground, shivering uncontrollably as a dark aura passed them.

A shinto preist almost had a heart attack as he sensed the dark aura approaching and quickly gathered his store of ofuda to bravely confront the 'demon', only to be caught in an envoloping dust cloud, 'it must be' the preist decided, 'a remanent of the 'demon's passing' he decided, hurrying inside incase the 'demon' turned around'.

Takenori Sawamura sat in his office as he felt a chill from the west part of tokyo, not just a chill, 'The' Chill -all caps intentional. Unable to help himself, his head turned to face the west and thought 'dear kami, help whichever poor bastard that has to deal with her this time'. In eastern Okinawa, an short, grey-haired, elderly woman stood with a proud bearing facing the direction of Tokyo, wonderment on her face. 'Impossible. This power... who is it that possesses such power?'

Natsumi, sipped his coffee and suddenly froze, there was a presense in the room. It wasn't ... terrifying, it was simply...powerful, beyond any human right to have such a captivating presense. Almost involuntarily he looked up to the door, his eyes locked with the owner of that powerful presense.

His daughter.

Mogami Kyoko.

She had gold-brown hair, cut short. It looked as if it was recently bleached. Her build was short and delicate, but somehow she seemed incredibly strong. But most incredible was her feirce brown eyes, eyes that shined with a power only he recognised. His eyes, his mothers eyes, now possessed by his daughter. He felt no doubt now, he would have recognised her anywhere, his little girl, his beautiful daughter, so powerful she took his breath away as she moved across the restaurant as if in a trance.

Step...step...step.

Kyoko had entered the restaurant in a state of dissaray as she rushed in from the outside, pulling her bicycle helmet off. Then she felt it.

A bright blue aura from the far corner that seemed as if it was reaching out to her, frantically searching for her. She turned to the source and saw a black haired man sitting in the corner, his hair so very black, seeming to absorb all light from around around it and some how impossibly project it's own raidience, like hers though she had never considered her hair to be like that(though others had). Wait a minute! He was sitting in that seat! How dare he! How could she meet her father if he couldn't find a seat (the restaurant was packed, not unusual at this time of day).

Then as if he could sense her stare he looked up and right at her. A look of surprise on his face that changed quickly to shock and then into a speechless stare of bewildered joy and...hope? Slowly as if possessed she slowly began to walk towards him.

Step...step...step.

She was half-way across to his seat when she noticed his eyes. Brown, just like hers and just like hers they spoke of a power no one really understood...her power, in his eyes. Her eyes widened and she stared at the man in speechless scrutiny, 'Could he be?'.

Natsumi made to to stand.

Her steps quickened.

Step, step, step,step, step, step.

He walked away from his table.

Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step!

Towards her as she ran towards him.

When had she began running? Kyoko stopped just infront of the man, close enough to look at him and truly see.

Natsumi gazed upon her in wonder, those were his eyes and his nose! (though more feminine as befitted a young woman).

Those were her ears, though slightly larger and her chin!

Wordlessly their hands reached out to touch the other's face, the same face on two different people of different age and gender.

Natsumi smiled down at her, a smile he hadn't smiled in 16 years and as he led her to the booth in the corner, began to speak. "Kyoko, my name is Mogami Natsumi and I am your father". Briefly he marveled at this long forgotten smile, 'how long? How long has it been since I have felt such happiness?'

A/N: Reading over these two chapters, I didn't really want to change it much, just fix some spelling, grammer and add that one paragraph. I loved writing this chapter originally and quite honestly I felt it was too good to really change it so I put chapters 3 and 4 together -the story really justflows better that way and it's a more decent size as well. Most chapters should be over 3 pages in size 12 font (more than 2000 words).