A/N: Not sure of what I should talk about. Hmmm, well I haven't posted in several days; sorry about that. I had vampires take my blood so I was a bit loopy one day and then several things piled up. I'm still in recovery mode, but I assure you, I'm in this for the long haul. I've really enjoyed reading all the reviews on my story and I'm excited to write the next chapter already.

As always I love the predictions I try and get; sometimes even, I follow them. I still haven't found a beta-reader so I pray that my releases aren't to riddled with grammatical errors. As always, Thanks for your support! Now to the more interesting stuff-

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"Sugar-daddy?" Kyouko yanked her eyes away from the pamphlet; her voice ringed with shock and horror. She stared at Ren, needing to receive an answer, but only got a silence. You could here a pin hit the floor. Ren's face was unreadable but he looked up at her and soon revealed what he was thinking.

"Kyouko-chan, you remember Uncle Lory, right?"

Memories flashed back on a tall, dark and clownish figure that she recalled from her childhood. A shudder racked through her and she nodded her head, "Yes, but what does he have to do with this?" She grabbed and rattled the paper he had been holding for good measure.

Ren gave out a bark of laughter and shook his head, "Everything! Well, you see- he's…. eccentric." Kyouko nodded, she already knew this, and continued her look of puzzlement. " Seems like he's wanting to scout you- God knows what for- this is, after all, most likely his doing. No one could possibly know you well enough to do this shoddy peace of work that only you'd happen to like oh-so-much." His hand tapped the paper and glanced up at her face; meanwhile, she was shaking her head.

"You mean that strange uncle is a talent scout, and he so happened to remember a girl he saw once from his childhood?"

"No, he's the President of the company I work for. Recently, I talked to him about you and he, being the dramatic old-uncle he is, is probably curious and wants to meet you again." He muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

Kyouko cocked her head and narrowed her eyes, " And he wants to make pleasantries in the shape of an audition."

"Yep," he snapped his fingers, "that's exactly what I'm saying."

He called the President up over the phone and winced when the man boomed right into his ear, "Why, Hello Ren! To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"You're stalking Kyouko and delivering suggestive invitation letters to her. Those are two things."

"Ah, so you've found out already," a sigh racked the other end, "that's no fun. So, I'll just come straight out with it, I'm guilty."

Ren could just imagine the President dabbing at the corner of his eyes with a handkerchief, "What I want to know is why you've invited her to audition for the company."

"Cause I want to see my lovely niece again!" Lory snapped out in his defence.

Right on the money. He shifted his phone in his hands and resumed the conversation, " You know, if I hadn't have been there, you would have given her a heart attack."

A moment pause, " Glad she got the message; I'll be seeing her this weekend."

"Actually, about that-"

Lory cut him off, " Don't want to here it. If she's not here you're fired."

Ren scoffed, "Really? I don't think you have that in you."

"You're right. But don't think I won't assign you to star in a movie that will be filmed out-of-country. I'm sure I can have your passport ready in less than a couple of days. Then there would be nothing standing between me and my niece."

Ren knew Lory had won, "I just don't think this is the best way to meet her for the first time."

"There's no guidebook to this. And I think it's about time I meet her."

"You could certainly start one. The title of the book could be 'How Not to Meet Your Niece for the First Time'"

A visible growl was heard from the other end, "Enough Ren, I want her at the talent show; and she's old enough to make her own decision."

"Fine," Ren said defeated, "just don't do anything too weird. I don't want to deal with a mentally-scarred Kyouko because of your crazy plans."

Lory grinned, "Of course! Don't want to scare her away, Eh?" He turned around in his office and balanced the phone precariously on his shoulder. With a pencil he tweaked the sketch on the outfit he would be wearing at the audition; already imagining the exotic dancers and music that would be playing as he joyfully met Kyouko after so long.

Words were being thrown left and right. "Absolutely not!"

"Don't worry you look great!"

"No I don't. Ugh, I can't stand wearing this."

"I thought you liked pink."

She gingerly grabbed the scratchy fabric between to fingers and peeled them away from her body. It was baggy and at least four-times her size, "Oh, I truly do love pink. That is why I'm surprised on how he could construct such a wretched creation from my favorite color."

Ren would have to agree; what in Hell was Lory thinking. He stifled a smirk and Kyouko's eyes bulged.

"See, you do agree with me. Why should I wear this?"

He had to step in, "I think it would mean a lot to him if you did. Even if you don't like this, please give him this much and do this for him."

Kyouko groaned, "It's embarrassing though; I mean, Love Me is written all over the back in huge font." He cackled at the name and was rewarded with another glare.

" You don't have to wear it for the audition at least. Just slip out and change before you talk to him. And its really not that bad."

Sure it wasn't. Kyouko was crossing her arms when she heard a giggle resonate from outside through the window. Two school boys were laughing at her and she slammed it shut before marching off. Ren followed a few steps behind.

"I'll talk to him again and figure out what all of this is about."

"Please do…" Kyouko stopped and turned around swinging her arms around Ren's neck. "Thank you," She leaned forward on the tips of her toes and kissed him on the cheek, "Corn!"

He grabbed out his phone again and dialed this number. Ren barely had to wait before it was picked up.

"I thought I told you not to make this creepy."

"What do you mean?"

Ren brushed a finger absentmindedly against the packaged they had received in the mail, " For Kyouko, With Love…"

Lory grinned, "Oh, so that arrived. Good, I wondered if it would get there in time."

Now it was Ren's turn to growl, "That! Why did you ever think it was okay to send 'THAT' over here. Plus you left a really creepy message in with it; I think she's seriously doubting whether or not to see you."

" I think you're getting several things confused."

"To Hell I am!"

"The outfit inside the box isn't for her."

This got Ren, "Then what's with the note?"

"If you check inside the pocket," Ren dived towards it and felt something small against his hand, "There should be a necklace. 'THAT' belongs to Kyouko."

His stomach hit rock bottom as a thought crossed his head. This was quickly answered by the President who didn't even need to ask to know what was Ren thinking.

"The outfit in the box is yours. This is mandatory; all staff will be required to wear it during the auditions." He had Ren cornered right where he wanted him.

Ren flashed an angelic smile, not that Lory could see it, " I think you're mistaken." He was arming his self for another battle- this time for the sake of his pride-.

Kyouko watched as Ren entered the living room hanging his head. She paused the TV and sat cross-legged on the couch as he joined her.

"This is for you," he dropped the necklace in her hands. It was very simple yet exquisite. "Lory bought this for you…" he took a breath and prepared himself, "the outfit inside the box was actually for me."

Kyouko was all new kinds-of pissed, "He is going to make you dress in that pink monstrosity?" She spat the words out. How dare he embarrass Corn in such a way!

"I think I remember telling you that the President was rather eccentric." Kyouko couldn't stay angry for long and already a grin was breaking out on her face as she imagined Ren in the neon-pink outfit.

"Hai," she agreed, "it sounds like the man is quite odd."

Ren smiled and ruffled her hair, "You don't even know the half of it. Sadly, this isn't the worst thing he has done; furthermore, at least this time I won't be the only one wearing it."

" He has all the other people who're judging the contest wearing that?" Kyouko said quite astonished,

"When you've been with the President as long as any of us have, you find things like this don't bother you as much as they should. To tell you the truth, I'm not even that surprised about this."

"That bad, huh?"

"If only you knew…"