Yep, I'm avoiding BFTOT again…

I wrote this mini-chapter so I could post an author's note explanation without guilt. If you wonder where my dark, twisted plot angle is coming from, read on at the bottom.

So..with that: Part three. Ren. Another chapter I'm unsure about.

He caught every muffled sigh, every lingering moan. Listening to her dream last night was like opening Pandora's box. Ren knew he was well-versed in the opposite sex, but she had always acted so naive. Now that he knew Kyoko had a faint idea of what a man could do with a woman, their close proximity made its way to his own primal dreams. It was only until he took care of the distraction she caused was he able to concentrate on the role of Cain, feeling like an awkward hormonal teenager in the shower that very morning.

The dream was a warning. Of course she's attractive enough to attract dangerous interest. She was beautiful, alone, and only seventeen.

Ren cursed himself for letting her leave the hotel in that outfit, despite his better judgment. A flashback on the Valentine's Day kiss ran through his head, so infuriating before but now paled in comparison.

His mouth went dry, heart hammering in his chest. It was like his worst nightmare, seeing her so visibly tousled and shaken up in the dark alley. Every fear he ever pictured came to the forefront of his mind, seeing her corset ripped and skirt disheveled.

Cain and Ren felt the mounting fury and fear, stuck bottled inside like a caged animal. For the first time, his two personas combined into one, both fighting the feeling of distress to the unyielding drive to go and hunt down the perpetrator.

"Mogami-san…?" He whispered gently, trying to sound soothing without letting his emotions come to the forefront. "Kyoko…?"

He leaned in to touch her shoulder, and felt his heart break as she avoided his touch. She turned her head away, purposefully not making eye contact. Inadvertently, she also showed him how low the eager kissing marks went down her neck, and along her cleavage.

His vision went red. The instinct to kill easily swept the distress from the man. The person stupid enough to force himself on her would be put through horrors even serial killers had nightmares about. The dangerous aura around him expanded, sending the panicky girl into a full frightened thither.

Think! I can't let Tsuruga-san know what happened! He's already so angry at me! He can't know what a terrible situation I got in! That I pictured him in! THINK!

A fluttering laugher caught him off-guard, sounding alien to his ears. It sounded like an airy giggle, a complete contradiction to the situation.

"So now you want to talk to me, nii-san?" Setsuka said easily, unfolding herself from her curled ball. She kept her fingers wrapped around the bottom her skirt, making sure to keep herself decent, as she made herself back onto her boots.

"…Setsu," Cain growled, warningly. "What happened?" The brotherly persona slowly took over the other, emerging to the forefront of the two. The second quietly backed down, but continued to listen.

Her eyes fluttered with amused glee, as she saw she had his undivided attention. Sure, Cain was in scary mode, but Setsu was never bother by his dangerous aura before. "Since you wouldn't pay any interest to me this morning, I thought I'd have to do something to get your attention. I found someone who would."

His stomach fell out from under him, catching Cain & Ren by complete surprise. It took a second for the meaning of her comment to sink in, but when it did, his eyes flashed dangerously. The frosty wind blew, not nearly as cold and menacing as his voice. "I want to know the name of the son of a bitch."

"No idea. It doesn't matter nii-san," Setsu shrugged, smiling at his possessive intensity. "He was just a means to an end. There's only you."

The idea that someone had forced himself on her was sickening enough; he never would had thought she would welcome another man's lips. The thought completely twisted him in a whole new way. Cain's blood boiled at the thought of some unknown guy thinking he could touch his sister. Ren knew she could get sucked into her roles, but not to this extent.

He knew the whole situation didn't quite sound right, but if she were lying, then it meant she knew who forced himself on her, and wanted to protect him. That would be even worse.

The fury and speed of the fist was fast enough to send her hair fluttering. Her wheat colored eyes widened in shock. The brick behind her partly gave way, as his hand started to trickle blood. Gone was the angry older brother she so cruelly played a trick on. Setsu's eyes widened as she met the full fury that laid behind Cain Heel and resided in Tsuruga Ren.

He moved so close their noses touched, his breath tickling her as she had her back up against the wall, too close for comfort. To Kyoko's horror, his breath smelled like cigarettes and spearmint. She found herself shivering at the intensity of his declaration. The Dream Ren was an exact replica of him, his voice, his stance, and all the minute nuances that made him the most attractive man in show business.

"Never let anyone touch you again. No one. I will hunt down and destroy any man that thinks he has a right to touch you."

Setsuka pushed him away, turning her head away in annoyance. "Well then don't ignore me onii-san, and I won't need another man."

Cain lightly eased away from her, and pulled off his coat for the second time that day. He threw it over her, and turned around to allow her time to cover up.

"This conversation isn't over imouto-san. We're going home."

Obediently following behind him, she cursed the root to her problem. She cursed him over and over again, a small whirlpool of dark wind sweeping around the plotting girl. The only thing that was missing was the aristocrat's disfiguring scar, and an opportunity.

ACHOO!

"Are you catching a cold Reino?" Miroku whispered, walking past a group of screaming fan girls. "We can't have your voice going out now."

"Oh no..." The singer whispered back, smiling darkly. "I've never felt better."

Onii-san is the formal form of Nii-san

Imouto-san is younger sister

Kyoko is a virgin in every way imaginable. However, I don't think she's unaware of sex. In this story she purposefully squashes the desire, keeping it, like love, out of her mind. You are not surrounded by hormonal teenager schoolgirls after Sho, handsome stars like Ren Tsugura and Kijima Hidehito, work at a hotel, work in show business, or pretty much live life, without hearing about sex.

Enter the Beagle.

He knows that Kyoko hasn't had any sexual contact, and as a 17 year old, there's probably some deeply buried sexual tension that reside in her. So, he lures them out, teaching her of the physical pleasures the body can bring. You can have dreams that stimulate you even if the thought of such events happening in real life horrify you. The bite mark is a supernatural insignia of her purity, and her resolve to not acknowledge sex, starting to crack. (Not a sign that anything was physically done to her.) That's where I got chapter one from.

Chapter two is her trying to put her finger in the dam, stemming the thoughts she finds impure, but can't. Once again, Reino takes hold, using her subconscious, hidden desires to bring forth a physical reaction. He knows she'd never find him and his touches appealing in real life, so he uses someone she cares about in her mind's eye. She hates him for it. Still, the ghost of him, and the existence of base pleasure, is fighting its way to the surface. Sexual frustration – not fun.

I guess writing this story is a contradiction to my light hearted romance attempts, but hey, I'm like a parfait. I have layers. And everyone loves parfaits?