The elevator door soon opened again, bringing Kyoko and Ren face to face with a furious Shouko and a still bleeding Sho, when they reached the parking garage. With his hand rubbing at his injured jaw Sho pointed an accusing finger at Ren and shot out, "Shouko, that's the bastard that hit me."

And like a mother hen, Shouko waited for the couple to exit the lift before she let out her tirade of anger, "Tsuruga Ren, how on earth can someone as well-known and respected like you do such a thing? Don't you understand that a performer's body should never be harmed, no matter how angry you get?"

Next, her angry eyes fixed on Kyoko and with a voice spewing with wrath, she added, "And you! How could you allow something like this happen to your childhood friend, someone who trusted you and loves you so much?"

Kyoko's eyes dropped to the floor and she started to feel immediately guilty. Shouko was right. She had been wrong to let Sho get beaten up on her behalf; she could have done something to prevent that from taking place. Shame engulfed her and she was beginning to feel sorry for Sho.

But before she could apologize, Ren stopped her with a gentle hand which he laid on her head. His voice was clear and loud when he announced, "I will not be responsible for this since Fuwa-san attacked me first. Also, this had nothing to do with Mogami-san; therefore, please leave her out of this."

"The hell this does!" Sho protested. His face turned red with anger. Standing up, he continued, "Kyouko, don't you remember your vow to me? Who do you think you are to go back on your word so easily? Or do you need me to tell him your secrete?"

The threat in Sho's voice made Kyoko blanch immediately. She began to shake her head and a small cry left her, while she said, "But I can't Shoutaro! You have to understand."

Sho snorted, "Why should I understand anything, you are acting like a silly fool. Stop this right now. Don't you remember why you first got into show business to begin with? Or do you want to kiss your career goodbye?"

"No! Please don't be so cruel. I thought you were my friend. I thought you would understand," Kyoko persisted, while her heart raced painful in her chest. She was terrified that her senpai would learn the truth and the impact of her fear was not lost on the belligerent singer.

"Understand what?" Ren interrupted as he took in the look of impending doom on Kyoko's face.

The elevator doors opened again and Kanae and Yashiro exited, only to arrive at that charged moment. Taking in the scene of Ren questioning Kyoko, Kanae took a large step towards her friend.

"If you don't want me to tell him how you really feel, then you better come to my side now, Kyouko," Sho was now warning the trembling actress, making Kanae grow indignant at his obvious threat.

"What is he talking about?" Ren asked a horror stricken Kyoko. His eyes traveled down the length of her and he suddenly wondered if she had been playing him for the fool.

Kyoko couldn't help herself. Her throat was constricting painful and every muscle in her body refused to budge. She didn't want to see Ren accuse her of becoming a useless love sick fool, when he found out how she really felt about him. But her body had become catatonic and she couldn't even move towards Sho even if she wanted to.

Continuing to walk purposefully toward Kyoko, Kanae immediately answered Ren's question, "Fuwa-san is talking about Kyoko not wanting you to know that she is madly in love with you, Tsuruga-san."

Stopping alongside of Kyoko, she took her trembling hand in her own. Looking reassuringly into the wide, panic stricken eyes of Kyoko, she softly whispered, "It's Ok, everything will be fine."

Ren was immediately taken off guard. Was Kotonami trying to joke with him at this moment? A loud outburst of anger left Ren as he replied sharply, "What?!"

"See? Didn't I tell you he would find it this way? Don't you feel stupid now Kyouko?" Sho's words were filled with scorn as he began to laugh hysterically.

"I should have known. You should have known, so stop being so foolish. Now be a good girl and return to my side. You have a debt to repay me and I am ready to collect," Sho ordered cruelly, while still laughing.

An icy look of pure malice washed over Ren features as he mounted his gaze onto Sho. He would rather end up in jail for beating Sho up again then let his wife leave with him. With a throaty voice filled with contempt, he lashed out, "She's not going anywhere with you."

"Oh is that right? And who do you think you are that you can decide for her?" Sho scorned. His bruised chin was jutted out in anger, while he stood up to Ren.

With cold satisfaction, Ren enunciated slowly and deliberately, "I am her husband, the only man here that truly loves her."

Sho's eyes widen then narrowed in disbelief, as he protested "That's impossible!"

An icy grin formed across Ren's handsome face at the young man's objection. With wicked delight, he pulled Kyoko's wedding rings out of his pocket and slid them onto her cold and stiff finger.

"It doesn't matter even if she's your wife, she belongs to me to do with however I want to, and I will never let her stay with you! Shouko, call the security guard," Sho commanded as he tossed a look over to his manager.

Quick to do his bidding, Shouko began to dial the number on her cell phone, only to have her phone snatched out of her hand by Yashiro. "If you think I will let you smear the good name of Tsuruga Ren then you are wrong," he announced at the manager.

The protective male manager stood face to face with Shouko. His hand held her phone up and away from her, while he slowly began to smile cynically. Challenging her with his narrowed eyes, he lifted an eyebrow at the sudden flash of indignation that swept over her face.

As a tight frown marred her face, Shouko argued back, "How dare you take my phone! Haven't you seen what your client has done to my Sho's face! He needs to be accountable for what is happening here. You should have managed him better, as well. Now, give me back my phone immediately, or I'll have you escorted off to prison along with him!"

Snorting loudly at her words, Yashiro replied cattily, "I do manage him better, a lot better than how you baby sit and cater to the whims of Fuwa Sho."

Chocking on her indignation, Shouko barked out, "Are you saying that your charge is better than mine? Don't you realise that Fuwa Sho is one of the fastest growing singers in the industry?"

Laughing in amusement at the manager's claim, Yashiro proudly boasted, "As if it takes any talent to sing and run around the stage in see-through costumes. At least my charge has so much talent that he doesn't have to sleep with his manager to get a job."

Shouko's face was burning red with mortification over the jab about her personal affair with Sho. She didn't want to explain that it was Sho that was inviting her to his bed and not the other way around. No matter which way anyone looked at it, it was scandalous and embarrassing.

Screeching with fury at the male manager, Shouko, demanded, "Give me back my cell phone now. I am going to call security on the both of you. For both your deplorable management of his violent behavior, and his unruly offenses against Sho, the two of you need to take responsibility!"

Handing the cell phone back to the angry manager, Yashiro sneered with amusement, "By all means, please call the authorities if you must but don't mind me, if your phone doesn't work any longer."

Shouko was shocked when she tried to dial her phone but only a black screen confronted her. Her eyes shot daggers at Yashiro, who smirked smugly back. Reaching for her back up battery, she tried to replace the power source but again, nothing would work. A frustrated growl left her and she turned a glacial expression on Yashiro, who was now whistling nonchalantly.

At the same instance, Kyoko was able to regain her composure. Watching Shouko's comical reaction caused something to snap in her and she started to laugh in a bizarre and outrageous manner. A fierce fire began to rage in her soul and a dark cloud formed behind her. Standing tall and erect, she faced Sho in a trance of anger.

With a chilling voice heavy with rage, she burst out, "Shoutaro, to think I once considered you my everything. To think, that I loved you so much and to the point I was scared to love anyone like that again."

Staring wildly at Sho, Kyoko continued, "To think, I even locked up me love and feared that it would be like poison to feel that way about Tsuruga-san because I likened him to you. But he is nothing like you, and you could never be half the man he is!"

Turning on her heels, Kyoko walked away. With her head held high and her shoulders back, she could feel the small crowd of eyes following after her. A loud pair of heels began to give chase to her. But she did not slow down her pace, not even for an instant.

Reaching out to grab her by her shoulders, Ren spun her around. The force of their body colliding was over shadowed by his tight embrace. Staring at her bent head, he whispered in a voice that was thick with worry, "Don't leave me. Please don't go. I'm sorry I've hurt you but I didn't know how you really felt."

With a heart constricting painfully in his chest, he cried into her hair, "I won't be like him. I won't ever let you feel sorry that you love me. I promise you that our love will be different, so please don't leave me."

Kyoko raised eyes that were darkened with an unknown emotion and with a soft voice, that only he could hear, she announced, "I won't leave you but first you must do something for me."

Ren toweled off his damp hair as he stood facing himself in the mirror. The wet blonde locks of hair fell over his high forehead. His green eyes were bright as he examined his features wondering what Kyoko would think when she finally sees how he really looked like.

She had insisted that he showed her what he really looked like, and it was the only condition she had set forth for them to remain together. Would she think he was handsome? Would she find his blonde hair and blue eyes acceptable? His western features were strikingly different than the impassive façade of Tsuruga Ren. Was he her type?

He was feeling a little insecurity as he stepped out of the bathroom after dying his hair back to his natural shade and removing his brown contact lens. Stepping into the kitchen he watched in silence as the beautiful petite girl made them a meal. His stomach was churning in angst but he was forcing himself to be brave and to get this over with.

Silently making his way towards her back, he lifted his hands up to cover her eyes. His hands were cold and clammy against her face, and his voice shook slightly when he asked, "Are you sure you want to see me now?"

Kyoko smiled in answer, "Yes."

Taking a step back and away from her, he lifted his hands from her eyes. Waiting anxiously for her to turn around to discover his real image, he forced a smile on his face.

Kyoko turned around immediately. Her eyes widened when she took in the image of a blonde and green eyes foreigner that towered over her. With the same symmetries of Tsuruga-san, this man appeared softer in his good looks. Although he was as devastatingly handsome as a brunette, his light green eyes made him seem more friendly and approachable; and not as reserved looking.

Ren waited stretched and taunt for Kyoko to say something. He couldn't read her thoughts but he let out a sigh when she smiled timidly at him.

"You look different but I can still see how much you resemble Tsuruga Ren," she stated while studying his face.

"Are you pleased?" Ren asked.

It took a long moment before Kyoko answered, "It's not that I am displeased, it's just that you seem like a different version of Tsuruga Ren and I'm not sure how to treat you now."

"I hope you at least find me acceptable, although I know I am not the perfect man that Tsuruga Ren has been made out to be," Ren asked softly.

Shaking her head, Kyoko blushed as she answered, "You are perfect, no matter what you look like."

"So what would you like me to call you?" her voice was soft, reminding him of her traditional docile manner.

Taking a step towards her, he reached for her hand. "Please call me Ren."

"Would that be fine?" Kyoko asked as she bit her lip and lowered her head.

"Yes," Ren nodded.

"Ren," Kyoko responded.

"Again," Ren asked as he held her hand, squeezing slightly.

"Ren," Kyoko repeated, this time looking up into his warm green eyes.

The night was cold as Kyoko snuggled up to the side of her husband. His deep breathing indicated that he was sleeping soundly. Watching him sleep, her hand reached out to touch his face. The strong lines of his jaw were prominent and made him look arrogant. Yet this man was one of the kindest and sweetest man she had ever known.

The night of passion had begun with him tenderly kissing her. Kyoko blushed as she remembered his soft touch. "Kiss me," he had pleaded with her as he held her tightly in his arms.

His movements were not hurried, nor was he rough like he had been the last time. Over and over he had taken her to the point of madness, only to stop after she drowned in ecstasy. His hard body was like a furnace that swept her into a burning passion. But his lovemaking was tender and filled with love.

Staring up at the blonde man, Kyoko was inwardly amazed that someone so attractive like him would ever find her good enough to be his wife. Yet he was the one that had admitted that he loved her. A bright smile lit her eyes as she remembered his confession in the parking lot in front of the small group of people.

It was one of the most happiest and confusing moments of her life. And as long as she lived, she would never forget that instant. Even the confused looks of Shoutaro had been something she would never forget.

Kyoko frowned as she thought about Sho. On the one hand, she was still angry with him for what he had intended to do with her friendship. On the other hand, she was grateful to him because had it not been for him, Ren would have not been in her life. He would have only been a distant memory in her past.

So was it time to let bygones be bygones? Her inner conscience asked her.

Taking a deep breath, Kyoko nodded, yes.

It wasn't that she wanted to become friends with Sho. She really wasn't sure if that was ever an option. Despite what he had confessed to her, Sho was a dominating and manipulative man. Even though he had said he loved her, he was incapable of allowing her to be with the man she loved. His friendship came with a cost and the price would be her relationship with Ren.

And that was not an acceptable option. But still she did not see the need to remain as enemies with him either. Her quick temper may exist but she was never one to hold a grudge. She understood him well, and with his recent confession, she just couldn't find it in her heart to hate him any longer. Perhaps one day, they could be friends again.

Ren felt Kyoko's soft hands on his cheek. His eyes flew open and he blinked a few times before he registered that she was not just a dream. That the wonderful and beautiful actress had decided that he was her ideal man. A smile swept the corners of his mouth up as he remembered how she had returned his love.

"You are perfect no matter what you look like," she had confessed to him with a gorgeous blush on her cheeks.

Her sincere words had pierced him in a way he had never been touched before. He would never be able to give her up to anything or anyone. His love was so strong that he doubted that he could even live without her in his life. How was it that such a small and passive girl, such as her could have so much power over him?

Ren shuddered as he thought about his plight. His hands instinctively sought her waist and he drew her into the circle of his arms. A quiet gasp met him when he pulled her over to drape above him. His large member pressed up snugly against her small belly.

"Again?" she asked with eyes that were wide in wonder as they met his darkened gaze.

Ren swallowed past his guilty lump. He couldn't help the way his body responded to her. Breathing in the perfume of her hair, he gently coxed her with a single word, "Absolutely."

His mouth covered hers in a scorching kiss and Kyoko surrendered to his demanding body. She felt herself melt when his large hands trailed over her skin. The feel of his caress made her catch her breath. With a single hand, he stroked the small of her back. She could feel the tips of his fingers as they glided down her spine.

Her body began to burn when his fingers slipped past her tailbone and dipped further down, towards the opening of her vagina, inserting itself into her wet center. His fingers were gentle as they swirled around in her tight walls. "You're so wet," he whispered against her lips.

In answer, Kyoko spread her legs wide and knelt back against his hand. Her eyes were closed as she felt him plunge his fingers deeper and deeper into her. His thumb rubbed against the small bud of her clitoris, making her moan in response. She was on all fours as she braced herself above him. Her body hungrily receiving the pleasure that his invading fingers were meeting out.

Holding her hips with both hands, Ren pulled her up to his large staff, only to have her decline. With her eyes open and dilated with desire, she whispered in a husky voice, "No, I want to touch you more first."

Her request caught Ren off guard. Staring at the shy beauty sitting naked over his body, he wondered if he would be able to sustain the sweetness of her touch.

His voice was raw when he asked, "Is this punishment for having lied to you?"

"Punishment? Why would you think that?" she asked as she stilled above him.

Moving her hands over to his groin, he placed himself in her grasp. "Here, can't you feel how much I want you now, yet you want me to wait?"

Her eyes widened in naiveté, as she asked, "Will you be in pain if I touch you?"

Choking back a laugh, Ren answered, "No, but my desire for you is already like torture."

Looking down at his large erection, she paused before she asked, "Then will you teach me how to torture you more?"

It was the innocence in her look that did him in. Taking her hand and moving it over his penis, he instructed her, "Touch me like this."

Kyoko was quick to learn. She wanted to do whatever it took to pleasure Ren the way he pleasured her. Although he was much more experienced in his lovemaking, she was determined that she would one day catch up to him. This way, she would not feel so insecure about herself. She just needed to master his body the way he mastered hers.

But that is not possible Kyouko, after all this man has had many lovers and you are like a babe compared to him. Her inner voice reminded her.

But Kyoko refused to acknowledge the jealous emotion that she harbored internally. Instead she focused her attention on his solid rod. It felt hard yet was smooth like velvet in her hand. The tip was seeping with a clear fluid and Kyoko watched as his large hands guided her smaller hand over it.

She held him firmly as she moved her hand up and down. A groan left him and Ren was soon thrusting his hips into her hand. His own hands were now caressing her breast with fervor. Smiling at her own ability to make Ren groan, Kyoko grew bold.

She remembered that he had licked her private part before and eager to do the same to him, she lowered herself over his hard body. As she drew near his penis, Ren went rigid. His large staff was visibly pulsating, and she could see more fluid spilling out from the pink tip.

Her lips drew near and with the tip of her tongue, she touched him. Lapping up the sticky fluid, she boldly tasted him. Ren groan loudly at her but did not stop her when she bent her head back down. Her tongue continued to lick at his tip, while her hands twisted up and down over his shaft. Within seconds, he was openly thrusting at her mouth and Kyoko opened wide to receive him.

His hands held her head in place, while he moved in and out of her waiting mouth. She could feel him trying to go even deeper into her, and allowing him to do so; she took him in almost to the root of his manhood. It came as a surprise to her when he suddenly paused and with a cry of ecstasy, released himself within her.

Her mouth was flooded with his thick juices as he shuddered above her. Sucking at his hardness, she swallowed everything eagerly, while her eyes watched him in fascination. Did she just make him feel as good as he had been able to make her feel? She had a look of wonder on her face when she met his smoldering gaze.

"That was the best," Ren stated before he flipped Kyoko onto her back and buried his face within the junction of her thighs.

A/N: Hi everyone, hope you liked this chapter. I have wanted to write about Shouko and Yashiro getting in a fight for a long time, so I couldn't resist.

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