Here is chapter 2, sorry about the misspelling of Mogami's name, in the version of the manga I read it was Moe. Sorry! Thanks for all the reviews as well. 3 PLease review and enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Skip Beat! which is just too bad. :(

What was he doing here? I thought to myself, apologizing? that can't be right. He'd never go so far out of his way to apologize to his junior.

I walked back to the kitchen area, and pulled a kettle down from a lower shelf. Pouring water into the metal basin, and setting it onto the heating eye. Walking away, I went to find the tea bags as the water heated. I reached high up onto the upper shelves to reach our best tea, and barely grabbed it.

Stumbling I fell unceremoniously onto the floor, knocking down glasses and plates. "Oh no!" I muttered to myself, trying to gather up all the broken porcelain shards. "Ow!" I yelped as the shards sliced into the soft skin of my hand. The blood slowly trickled out of it, painting the white porcelain a pinkish color. "Mogami-san? Are you okay?" Tsuruga-san asked. "Ye-Yes, I'm fine... Just dropped some plates. Sorry to bother you, now go sit down. I have to make you some food!" I said.

"Okay okay, but first at least let me tend to your wound." he said politely. "No no, that's unnecessary. It'll be fine its not that bad." I said quickly trying to hide my embarrassment. "Mogami-san this is the least I can do, please allow me too." he said moving a step closer to me with the evil gentlemanly smile plastered all over his face. A look of distaste crossed over my face as he came closer. Coming to where I was on the floor, he squatted down pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and picked my injured hand up. Carefully he rubbed the handkerchief across my palm, mopping up the blood that I had shed. My eyes wide and my mouth slightly agape, I watched his careful movements.

Slowly he stopped, a pain filled smile on his face as he looked carefully at my palm, as if mesmerized. His eyes were gentle, and yet so distant and pained I wanted nothing more than to touch his face and tell him everything was okay. But, I couldn't I knew my place he was my senior and I, I was his clumsy junior, nothing more. Nothing less. Quickly though, like lightning this new side of Tsuruga-San disappeared.

The kettle went off, shocking me and making me pull my hand back quickly. I scurried on the ground until I remembered to stand up to turn off the kettle. Standing up I rushed over to the kettle and turned it off. I pulled out a rubber mat to set it on so I could fetch the tea that had fallen onto the ground. The box mainly unscathed, lay on the ground.

Tsuruga was sitting next to the tea, and saw me look at it. "Mogami-san, is this what you wanted?" he asked his gentlemanly smile on his face again. "Ye-yes." I stammered, as he reached over grabbed the box, and handed it back to me. "Thank you." I said, receiving the reply of "Sure," from Tsuruga-san, and again the smile.

I placed one tea bag inside each of the cups, and placed a saucer on top of each cup, to keep the steam inside while the tea mixed with the water. After a moment, I removed the saucers, and stirred the tea inside each one, I removed the tea bags and asked, "Tsuruga do you want anything in yours?". "No, thank you though." came the response. Nodding I turned back to face the cups, into my own I put a few spoons of sugar into it and again, stirred it.

From across the room, I heard the sounds of a broom sweeping across the ground and glass tinkling against other shards of its own kind. Tsuruga had found the broom, and was cleaning up after my mess. For some reason, he was always the one to fix my mistakes. He bent down with the dustpan, and swept up the glass and said, "What should I do with this?" he asked me, "Just a second and I'll get something to put it in." I said. Nodding he began to put the broom back where he found it.

I walked back into the sitting area where I saw the two owners sitting at a table looking suspiciously at Tsuruga's jacket. "Mogami-san... Is someone here?" She asked me politely. Shocked, I slightly nodded. "It's my Senpai at work, Tsuruga-San, he was outside during the blizzard, and I didn't want him to get sick so I went out and spoke to him.. I invited him inside, and he took off his coat when I went and made tea." I said starting to ramble as I spoke. "Ah.. Okay, Mogami-san." She said suspiciously as Taisho sat next to her, his face becoming more and more vicious and glowering. Nervously, I laughed to myself the look on my face indescribable. Carefully, I sat down the two cups of tea and went to give Tsuruga-san something to put the glass in.

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As I walked back to the corner to place the broom back into its place, I heard Mogami-san talking about me, to who I believed were the owners of the shop. I smiled slightly to myself at how flustered she was, she was so cute. After I put the broom up, I was unsure what to do with the dustpan filled with glass. Kyoko walked back into the room, with a plastic shopping bag in her hand. "Put the glass in this bag please." she said. "Okay," I said taking the bag from her hand and carefully tipping the glass inside. "Tsuruga-san?" Kyoko said, "Yes Mogami-san?" I replied. "Would you please meet the owners of this shop?" she asked politely looking down at the ground as she did. Her words were little more than a whisper. "Of course! I'd be happy too." I said cheerfully smiling at her. "Thank you." she said, "I'll wait for you outside." she said smiling and walking out.

Shaking my head I wondered, how would I talk to them? Though there not her biological family, isn't this couple her closest thing? I thought to myself, this was one of the key parts of romantic lives... How would I go about it? Being an extreme gentleman? A regular person? They too probably know who I am, so should I keep up my television appearance? The questions kept nagging at my mind, when I realized, just be myself. Be the person she thinks I am. Her respectable Senpai.

This isn't a meet the parents date, just a casual meeting, that is all. Nothing more, and nothing less. Straightening my shirt, I pushed my hair out of my eyes, and put on my best smile. Slowly I walked to the door. I would be exactly who they wanted me to be. After all, all it was, was acting.