Series: Skip Beat
Chapter 6: Converse
Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat!
Genre: General and Romance
Plot: Kyoko a famous actress, who is trying to find her place in the world.
Author's Note: I have noticed that this series has not been updated in a while, so I'll revise the other chapters to make the story coherent.
(Mamoru's Point of View)
Mother's long-wavy-black hair dances with the wind, as she walks down the hallway. She has an aura that attracts anything: people, animals and maybe electronics. A woman without flaw. An actress during the day, but a mom at night. Living with grandma and grandpa makes it hard for her to see me, since she is not married. I am not bothered by that fact; yet, watching the television is the only way I can see her except when she visits the Inn to take care of me. It became the reason why she works to support the family. Probably my father is famous as she. She never talks about him, much less about any men at all. Unlike the news I hear on the t.v. that say she is dating. Her visits are short, but memorable. She brings me to the forest by the Inn and looks up at the sky, as if she is waiting for someone. Her eyes look blank; her hand grips my hand tightly, then she picks me up in her arms.
"Mamoru do you see them?" Her eyes sparkle, as the light from the river reflects the image of something I cannot see.
"Mama."
"Shh. Listen" She touches my mouth with her finger.
I see with my ears, yet my eyes are closed. The tear drop bounces from the rain fall to the pond below. It creates a wave that does not stop. The wind carries it away for a while, before it actually makes a mark on the floor. Happy memories appear in my mind's eye. I see her face. Then all of a sudden she lets go of me. I stand on top of the dirt that touches the pond, which is only a few feet away. Something shiny catches my attention. I run toward it.
"Mamoru don't go too far out!" I look back and see her appear to become smaller, as I get closer to the object. For some unknown reason I can never reach the object. When I finally think that I've got it jumps three feet in front of me. Mom calls me.
"Mamoru, wake up. We have to go." I rub my eyes. Her warmth is gone. The sunlight attacks my irises.
"Why?"
"We are in the hospital and the doctor says I am fine, so let's go." She is not wearing that weird outfit.
"Where are we going? Are we going to visit someone? Who? Who?" I jump off the bed and into her arms.
"Oi. I am here, too." The man with blond hair finally speaks up and walks toward us.
"Why is he still here? I thought he went with the rest of them?" I look up into my mother's eyes. She smiles at me.
"Well, you had your beauty sleep, while the guest were still here."
"But I barely have time to spend with you during the day." said I as I lay my head on the nape of her neck. I look at Uncle, so to me him angrier I stick my tough out.
"You little brat!" He never said it, but I could tell by the fire in his eyes that this war was not done; on the contrary, it was far from over.
"Don't worry we are going to see a couple I have not seen in a while."
"Hey, mommy the man who came over to visit you looks like your voodoo dolls." I whispered into her ears, so that no one would be able to hear our conversation. Her body becomes cold. Every function in her body stops, I could feel it as she does not move an inch.
(Narrator)
"Mommy?" Petite hands touch Kyoko's face and a series of memories flash through her mind. Kyoko shakes her head.
"It's nothing, darling." She embraces Mamoru. Then she turns around to face Ren, who is waiting patiently on an uncomfortable chair in the hallway with other people.
"Aren't you going to drive? We have no one else other than that idiot, but I digress." Kyoko waits for an answer. People walk by, while others stop and stare.
"I called Yashiro-san earlier to make sure that my schedule would be empty and that nothing will not obstruct our meeting." Ren stands tall as he guides them out of the hospital.
"Where are you going? I take the brat with me and this is all the thanks I get?" Shotaro blocks their path with arms wide open.
"Well, the last thing I remember was you ditched me and that's it." spoke Kyoko in an aggressive tone. Kyoko's demons sprout toward him. Mamoru feels the pressure from the people staring at them and begins to cry. Kyoko's attention goes to Mamoru as tears fall from his eyes. She strokes his back to calm him down. In the process, she ignores Shotaro, who is struck with angst.
"Mogami-san, let's go before we gather anymore attention than we need to." said Ren then he walks toward Shotaro.
"Go back to your place; we don't need you." Ren had a gentlemanly smile on his face. Shotaro could feel an aura that was opposite of what was on Ren's face and that scared the shit him out. Shotaro became petrified, he could not describe it but he could not move or say anything it was as if Ren had a weird ability. Ren had his back to him in a second, leading Kyoko and that brat away from him. Kyoko did not even look back. The kid stayed quiet. Everyone else was silent.
"Where are we going? I am still sleepy." Mamoru begins to rub his eyes, as he sits on Kyoko's lap.
"A place I have not gone to in a while, so go to sleep." She pats his head and covers his body with a blanket.
"Okay. Where do you want to go?" Ren turned the key to hear the roar of the engine, as he looks at Kyoko and Mamoru.
"Well, you can drive us to Okami's place. I have not seen them in a while after I became famous." Ren touched the wheel and moved his hands around in a circular motion to move the wheels of the vehicle. His eyes on the road, but also on the head of the boy. In the spur of the moment Ren asks a question he thought that he said in his head.
"So, who's the kid? Why was he with that guy?" Ren keeps his eyes on the road as he speaks, but Kyoko can tell that there is anger in his voice. Kyoko knew he was going to bring the subject into the conversation, so she repeats the lines that she remembered just in case she was ever in this kind of situation.
"Mamoru is my son. I do not know why that idiot would bring Mamoru to Tokyo. Mamoru has never been to the city before. I also do not want him to be bombarded by the press to find out that his mother is a famous actress. So much information for a three and a half year old."
"Interesting, the boss was implying about someone in your life that was kept secret from the public, but I never knew it was a child." Ren's hands grip the leather wheel tighter.
"It was hard to visit him everyday, but I love him. The boss was kind enough to give me breaks, I am surprised the media has not caught on with my whereabouts." Kyoko hugs Mamoru closer to her body. At the same time she looks at the things that pass by on the street. Her eyes wander, as well as her mind.
"I am hurt. My kouhai did not ask me for help. It must have been hard to raise a boy at your age. No, all by yourself is even harder." Kyoko's demons could feels the darkness omitting from Ren.
"He's beautiful, all that anger is irresistible." The demon surrounds Ren, but never touches him, because Mamoru pulls her away.
"No, I just did not want to trouble you with my own issues. I had some help from other people that I knew, who would take good care of him as they did with me." Kyoko's voice was calm as to make sure that she wouldn't anger Ren. On the other side, Ren did not want to think that a particular someone could be one of those people.
"Just to let you know that idiot did not know anything about Mamoru until he saw him at Kyoto. I never told him about Mamoru." Kyoko looks into Ren's pupils with eyes that held the truth. Ren looks back at the road in a split-second cutting off the connection they had.
"The boy's pretty clever. The funny thing is he said something about a doll and that it looked like me at Kyoto." Kyoko froze. After all these years of trying to not let Ren become aware of them, she never would have thought that Mamoru would connect them with him, so early. Kyoko could feel the aura that was surrounding Ren was neither happy nor angry. She felt like a rabbit again and the best part was she could not get herself out of the situation she was in.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading my story.