Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat or any of its characters. Thank you. Also, I am doing a few cameos in this chapter to include characters and references from Naruto, The One, and Paradise Kiss, none of which I own. Disclaimer complete.

MOKO

How DARE she? Who was she kidding?

Did she think that disguise would actually work?

Weren't they supposed to be friends?

Why did she just up and disappear?

Why was she pretending like she didn't exist?

That STUPID and brief message was supposed to explain why she had disappeared for three months?

She was supposed to be serious about acting. She had all the skills in the world and she just threw them all away to be a blue haired, big eyed twit who had no true talent but selling her body?

Moko was furious.

Something happened.

There had to be something more.

But it hurt, it hurt badly that, Kyoko hadn't thought of turning to her.

But as Moko was a professional she should have been used to this sort of thing.

In show business, you didn't have real friends. You had allies.

She felt so foolish.

They'd even mocked the LoveMe uniform Kyoko had been so proud of and she had not said one word in her defense.

Moko shrugged off the odious pink clothing and shoved it into her locker, slamming the door hard.

Two can play this game.

Game on, Kyoko Mogami.

FUWA

Sho woke covered in sweat, heart beating wildly, and Kyoko's name on his lips. Damn he'd fallen asleep in his regular clothes. But worse than that, he'd had the nightmare again, the one about Kyoko on the verge of falling but running straight into that bastards arms to avoid the death. What she didn't know was that at the bottom of the cliff he'd been waiting to catch her and instead of her landing in his arms he was crushed the ledge she'd nearly slipped off of. He'd always awakened just before the boulder hit, but his heart was racing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to decipher that dream. Clearly, he had some unresolved issues with his former childhood friend, almost lover, and grade "A" escape artist, Kyoko Mogami.

Where in the hell was she anyway? She probably ran off with that rat faced bastard, no doubt.

Sho turned over in his bed listlessly. He'd thought of her for days. The way she'd felt, the way she felt, the way she smelled…..it was horrifying, real, and so very tantalizing all at the same time. He'd slaked his lust with multiple girls but still…..it wasn't enough. They weren't Kyoko. Not even close. He sighed and curled over on his side, his body felt tight with annoying arousal as he thought back to that day. He sat up and threw his pillow to the floor, angry that someone like her could have such power over him when she wasn't even here.

Wait…..was that it?

Was it because she'd given him a taste and left him to fantasize about something that might even be dull and tasteless?

He thought back once again to the night that Tsuruga had interrupted them.

Was all that passion for him?

Or was it for someone else?

He threw another pillow in frustration letting out a string of curses.

No.

She'd wanted him, even if it was just for a moment.

He clenched his teeth and rocked backward, leaning against his tufted headboard, his hair falling forward, obscuring his vision.

He remembered her on that day; the sweet smell of her skin, cosmetics, good ones, no doubt. Yet she smelled so unique, the scent that belonged only to Kyoko.

He tentatively reached down and undid his zipper.

Would he ever be free of this woman?

His release came hard and fast, but it was nowhere near enough to purge his mind of Kyoko.