The taxi driver pulled over in front of the red carpet of the Shangri-La entrance, all the way on the other side of Tokyo. The young woman had been strangely silent since she pulled her head back in the car, and he watched her tears fall from his rear view mirror. He was too afraid to stop, even if she had asked him. The man who had thrown her in had given a look that promised death to those who defied him.

The doorman of the high class hotel opened the door for the lady, and offered her a hand out of the taxi. She took it without glancing up.

"Should I send this to your room Miss?"

The young lady barely nodded, and painstakingly walked to the entrance of the hotel. The glass doors slid open, and she stumbled in blindly, taking in none of the luxurious hotel entrance and welcoming employees.

The doorman took out his wallet, and asked the taxi driver for the price of the fare. Counting it out, he noticed the driver's ashen & torn face.

"Anything wrong sir?"

The driver simply shook his head, took the money without counting it, and drove off. He was going to take the rest of the night off.

*

Kyoko laid on the her bed, facing the doorway. She turned her wrist experimentally, wincing lightly at its soreness. It hurt a little, but she was more confused than in pain. She couldn't stop replaying Ren's expressions in her mind. It repeated itself like a show set on rerun, without stop, for hours on end.

The touch of his hand on her cheek had been so gentle, but his grip on her arm was so tight it left an impression. She knew Cain was suppose to be frightening, but his actions had been more than simply off-putting. He wasn't acting dangerous. He was dangerous. She wasn't sure if Tsuruga-san was even acting at all anymore.

She brushed off her wet cheeks with the back of her fingerless gloves.

All she knew is that she was worried. Not Setsuka for her dear onii-san, but she herself. She was worried what her sempai would do in his complicated anger and his violent eyes.

Her cell phone vibrated, and she slipped it out of her pocket again. Kyoko perked up.

Maybe it's Tsuruga-san!

She flipped open her phone and put it to her ear.

"Moshi moshi? Moshi moshi? Tsuruga-san?" The line remained quiet. She tried to raise the call volume, but the phone didn't make a sound. There wasn't even static, or the beep of a disconnected line.

Finally pulling the screen away, she noticed that it wasn't a call, but a text message. President Lori's name flashed on the top, while a little heart danced next to it. Nervously , she clicked open.

"Sorry for missing your call Mogami-chan! I hope everything's okay! Don't forget to take care of Ren…"

Kyoko dropped the phone. She didn't bother to read the rest of the message. Her eyes widen, as the phrase ran through her mind.

Don't forget to take care of Ren… Don't forget to take care of Ren…

"Ren…"

Kyoko suddenly bolted for the door, letting it slam behind her.

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Something is dawning in little Kyoko's mind. Maybe, just maybe, Ren is human too.

I can feel my burning writer's spirit waning, but I don't want to let it die completely. I want to have a complete story. I've gotten more story alerts than reviews, but story alerts must mean I'm doing something right.