My goal is to finish this story before the next chapter comes out. Let's hope I can do it!

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Last time

The black-haired man sat up and ruffled through his carry on and produced a fashion magazine. Sighing, he began flipping through it. He paused after landing on a certain page. It had the name of the designer he would be working with. A smile crept on his face, but was soon replaced with a grimace. 'These pictures,' he thought, 'would've been perfect for us!' He chortled, 'for me.' The pictures he was looking at where the designers past line. High fashion clothes featuring female and male models in awkward close contact poses which show-cased the features of the clothing. He threw the magazine in the empty chair and slid his hand down his face. "That could've been us."

Now...

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'Hmm, I wonder what's wrong with Tsuruga-san. He's been angry since we got off the plane... He almost left me at the airport!!' Kyouko peeked at the tall man she was trying to keep pace with. 'Yup,' she confirmed looking down again, 'he's definitely upset.' She sighed and angry sigh, 'what did I do this time?!' With that, she hit her head repeatedly.

Upon arriving at the hotel, they gave the door man their luggage and entered the hotel. The hotel foyer was long, wide and with a color scheme of gold and red. The entrance had a red carpet leading to the front desk where a young woman, dressed in a similar but darker blue to the doorman, stood. By the desk and the edge of the big room were two grand, slightly spiraled red carpeted golden staircases, which met on the second floor making a short level. This level, led into a hallway that led to the rest of the hotel.

"Mogami-san?" Ren looked down at her not slowing his pace.

She didn't have to look up to know what expression his face had; she could hear it in his tone. She looked up anyway. She was right. The smile. The facade of a smile was staring at her again for the second time that day. What had she done that was so wrong?

"Y-yes, Ts-Tsuruga-san?" She quickly replied ending with a smile she believed to be convincing.

"Hmm." Was all he said as he turned his direction and quickened his pace.

'NO!!!' Her brain was swarming with the days events. Her demons and angels helping her sort through which memory may have upset him. 'Which one?! Which one?!'

*We're looking boss, we're looking.* Her spirits replied, quickening their sifting pace.

*Could it be you didn't speak to him on the plane?* One of them brought up.

'No,' she thought, 'I didn't think he'd want me disturbing him.'

*Could it be he's just hungry? You know how men are, cranky when they don't eat-* The angel spirit looked at the other spirits too late. They were all shaking their heads and making "shush" faces. Kyouko's demon spirits surrounded her as memories of her feeding Sho, whenever he was upset, flooded her head.

'THE ONLY GUY I EVER COOKED FOR WHEN CRANKY WAS SHOTAROOOO!!!' Her angels tried to calm her down reminding her that if Tsuruga-san saw her this way, he'd grow even angrier knowing she was thinking of her revenge on Shotaro. The angel logic was over-powered by the hatred.

*KILL! We must KILL Shotaro and feed his intestines to the crocodiles.* Her evil aura was slowly growing. She began to cackle, scaring most of the people around her. Evil images of Shotaro's death crowded her mind and her smile became one even the most evil villain would be afraid of.

"Mummy, what's that lady doing?" A little black-haired girl in a pinkish outfit, staring at Kyouko's display, grabbed onto her mothers slacks in fear. Her mother looked down at her daughter and turned around following her daughters gaze. Kyouko's anger was getting incredibly out of control and began to affect the little girl. "Mummy I feel sick, I'm scared."

Realizing how afraid her daughter was, the mother stormed over to Kyouko.

"HEY!" She yelled as she approached Kyouko and gave her a strong tap on her back. "Take it outside!" The mother gave her an aggressive glare but was soon overwhelmed by the feelings surrounding Kyouko and slowly began to back away.

Upon feeling someone touch her, Kyouko turned back to hear the woman's last words as well as the fear in her eyes as she tried to get to her daughter. Because the woman was Korean, Kyouko did not understand what was said. The confusion took her out of her hatred for a few seconds. The angels took this opening and advised Kyouko to simmer down outside the hotel, noting the fresh air might clear her head.

Outside the hotel, she leaned against the part of the wall closest to the hotel entrance and took the scenery in. Korea was beautiful. Greeting the doorman with a nod, a smile introduced itself to her face and she inhaled the fresh air. Then...

The sky rumbled.

Kyouko froze. Thunder?

The doorman noticed her sudden stillness. He gently put his hand on her shoulder and asked her if she was 'OK'. Even with the language barrier, a concerned tone remains a concerned tone. This was enough to shake Kyouko back into reality and she smiled at him. Suddenly something hit her conscience.

"TSURUGA-SAN!!" She yelled frightening the doorman. She had completely forgotten about her angry 'caretaker' in her Sho related fury! Making a mad-dash to her previous position in the hotel, she surveyed the foyer. He was no where insight.

Approaching the front desk the woman behind it greeted the girl with a smile. Kyouko, remembering the incident with the mother, realized that this woman behind the desk might not speak Japanese. She tried anyway and spoke really slowly.

"Heeellloooo. Have youuu seeen a maaaan?" She placed her right hand horizontally over her eyebrows as though shading them from sun to illustrate 'see'. "Taaaaalll," she raised her hand in order motioning an estimated height of the man she was looking for, "Taaaaaalll," she repeated. At her next descriptor her cheeks acquired a pinkish hue. "Hannnnd... haaaanndsome. Taaaaalll haaaaandsoome maaaaaan have youuu seeeen?" She finished, making all the necessary motions again.

The women behind the counter had a bewildered look on her face and burst out laughing.

"Ma'am, I speak Japanese." Kyouko's chin dropped. "This is a Japanese owned hotel." Her eyes popped out and streams of tears exited her eyes. Her face turned bright red, as she tried to collect herself.

"Hi... I'm looking for a man. Ren Tsuruga." The woman behind the counter, who had been chuckling while Kyouko collected herself all of a sudden, became stern.

"Ren Tsuruga? The ACTOR?! YOU'RE WITH HIM!?"

Kyouko sighed. She was used to this kind of treatment from women. Something... SHO (at the thought of Sho a nerve became visible on her left temple)... something she was well acquainted with from her past life.

"No, we work together, in the same company. That's all it is." The woman squinted and examined Kyouko, taking in her features from top to bottom. She smirked. This was something Kyouko was also familiar with. The women re-examined Kyouko's face and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Wait!" Her eyes were suddenly large with excitement. "Y-you're from DARK MOON! You are! You are!!!" Kyouko blushed and simply nodded at the woman behind the desk. "What can I help you with?" The woman seemed more eager to help Kyouko after recognizing her.

"Here," Kyouko reached into her pocket and pulled out her hotel papers deciding she would be able to find Tsuruga-san some other time. The woman looked at the paper, turned around and entered a back room. She returned with keys and a suspicious smile.

"Here's your key ma'am," handing over the key to Kyouko, the attendant winked. "Your room is right next to his."

''His?'' Kyouko gave the woman a crooked confused smile, and began to find her way to her room. 'Who is sh- ... ooh...' Suddenly hit with the realization of which man the woman was referring to. "Tsuruga-san?" She whispered as she made her way up the left grand staircase.

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'I wonder what it's like...' Ren Tsuruga entered his room and placed his carry on a chair close to the door. He looked around, but his eyes were blank. The room was an attractive one. Being a four-star hotel, it had more than one room to it. The entrance itself was a small but not suffocating room. Able to hold about three sumo wrestlers with a lot of wiggle room. Exiting this room, advancing further into the hotel room was a wide and spacious area with glass sliding doors straight ahead leading to a big balcony with a sea view. The room itself was as big as a studio apartment.

Ren walked around the place, feeling it out and getting familiar with his new home for the next couple of days. It had a dinning table, a kitchen unit section on one side, and on the other was the entertainment electronics. With a plasma screen of course. To the far left of this room was a spacious bathroom equipped with bathtub and shower. To the right of the room, side with the kitchen unit, was the bed room accompanied with a canopy bed. Ren headed straight for the bed.

He sat on the edge and continued with his train of thought. 'I wonder what it's like.' He allowed gravity to guide his upper body and it hit the bed emitting a 'kshh' sound. 'To be so engrossed in someone that much. To have every movement they make transmit a reaction that strong.'

His mind trailed back to witnessing Kyouko get into her 'Sho' mentality. He scoffed and picked his body back up. 'It's stupid.'

Getting to his feet, he decided to take his mind off of things and walked around his room. It had the same sliding doors as the living room had. Were they connected? Deciding to check, he walked over and opened the doors. His room welcomed the breeze and so did he. He closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled with a smile.

'A thin line between love and hate.' He chuckled and allowed himself to walk forward. Placing his weight on the short brick wall and railing, he appreciated the sea view, another smile finding its way on his face. Making half a turn, he let his back lean on the brick wall as his eyes were now facing his room. 'A thin line.' He mused and looked up at the sky. The clouds were dark, it looked like a storm was coming. A cool breeze hit his back.

'Funny how, until now, I never truly paid attention to that cliché.' Passing his fingers through his dark hair, a motion which made the muscles in his arm want to break out of his white button up shirt, he closed his eyes. 'I don't like it. It means she could, at any moment...' He squeezed his eyes tighter together, 'go... Go back to him.' At that thought a shiver coursed through his body and he shook.

"Love and hate," he muttered. "Love..." Another breeze whistled in his ear and he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking to the right of himself, he noticed that there was a brick wall the length of a regular wall blocking him from his neighbor's balcony. Privacy. Nice. The left was another story. The right part of his balcony was much, much, much longer. Granted, the hotel room was huge and his living room shared the same balcony, but the living room was not as long as the length before him.

Ren to investigate and walk the length of the balcony. Upon reaching the edge of his living room, he began taking cautious steps, letting his head lead as opposed to his long legs. He stopped himself. He turned back shaking his head and chuckling. As he approached his bedroom, he considered giving his manager a call. After all, he didn't want him worrying needlessly. Exiting his bedroom and making his way to the entrance room where he left his bag, he heard a key twisting and turning in his lock.

Opening the door, he froze.

"Tsu-! Tsuruga-san!" Kyouko stared at him, bewildered. "What are you doing in my room?"

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So, like I said. I'd like to get this out of the way and out of my head before the next chapter of the actual story comes out. Haha, I like to hear what you guys think of my storyline, so feel free to drop a review! It also definitely gets my writing juices flowing faster. I have about a week until school starts back up again, so the faster those juices can flow, the faster I will pump this out! We all know what school does to fan fiction writers and their stories. One word: Hiatus.

Yuck! Oh, and, fuck.