Chapter 31

I do not own skip beat! Yoshiki Nakamura does.

A peek in their life -part 2

Back home after her lunch with Kayla, Kyoko put down some things and took advantage of the next hour to take a stroll on the beach. She had lived in the magnificent city of San-Francisco for five years but nothing took her breath more than the vast blue as far as the eye could see.

Main reason why she lived outside the city. that and the fact that despite the fifteen minute journey to reach the city, it was still faster than living in the city and having to hit at least an hour of traffic jam to make a stupid kilometre.

She had bought this large apartment 4 years earlier. She never thought she could afford it, but the place had been abandoned because of the distance from the city. Above all, although the foundations such as the walls and roof were in perfect condition, the interior was in a ruin. But as a result of which, the asking price had been a boon. Nobody wanted it and by inquiring a little, she quickly discovered that the seller was ready to give up.

However, it was a secluded corner, the building barely above the level of the beach and so close to it that Kyoko only had to descend the small dune to be on the sand facing the ocean. She even saw him from her bedroom window, and with that ridiculous price ...Kyoko was sure she could repay in 6 to 7 years at the time if she continued to earn a living playing, with the correct amount she earned.

Kyoko signed right away and instead of what she estimated, she paid it back in three years and spent two of them also renovating the inside. Her wages as an actress increased as the number of roles she played piled up.

She wandered, wading her feet in the sea as she enjoyed both the view and the path she had travelled in recent years. She was very happy with her progress as an actress even if her ability to blend in with her character often prevented her from being recognized.

Kyoko breathed a last breath of iodized air as she climbed the worn wooden steps again which was still just attached to their fixation in the dune.

The weather was splendid. A little hot but the vagrant and recurrent wind from the coast made it possible to withstand the heat.

She looked up at the cloudless sky through the window as she retrieved her was worth it, no question of not enjoying such a magnificent day.

She took the bare minimum: the script, her cell phone, water, and put on the black leather jacket over her thin shirt. She went through the small door leading to the garage and removed the tarp from big silver engine. Then she opened the sliding door at the press of a button.

Grabbing the keys and her helmet, Kyoko lifted her leg to get on the bike and started the engine. She was leaving a bit early, hopefully, she might even catch a glimpse of some fairies dancing on the water while she was riding. The engine roared when she activated first gear and Kyoko grinned widely when air surged in her long golden hair.

She thought back to her conversation with Kayla and her violent reaction when Kyoko had to tell her the news.

Kayla, she was going to be missed by her. Such a warm person even if she had no respect for Kyoko's private life, whatever the circumstances. She refrained from shaking her head. It was stupid. It wasn't like she would never come back. A third of his time would be there again, but the majority would still be here.

She made the engine roar again.

She wanted to enjoy this as long as she can. She wouldn't be able to do this anymore in three months. Or at least, not as often. She doubted Japan would be as easy as here to drive a bike.

She sighed in her helmet and accelerated. She missed him so much. She had to do herself violence so as not to call him, not to think of him, not to even answer his calls.

Not that it worked but she was trying. In fact, she had tried everything.

Absolutely everything.

But even the distance, absence and lack of contact was not enough to get him out of his heart. Today she had given up.

Abandoned the idea of one day no longer feeling such emotion for this man. It was simply impossible. It was even worse than before. And she had kept as little contact as possible, the mere minimum she could handle without growing crazy from the longing.

Not knowing exactly what he was doing was driving her crazy and she had bitten her tongue several times so as not to give free rein to the torrent of questions she wanted to ask him. And more came as she had discovered from this world so much, the show business world, since she lived here. She didn't live in L.A but she had already had to go there and San-Francisco was not completely different. It was always the same world. A little less wild but the same principle.

The pain and respect she felt for him had tripled to know that he had to grow up in the middle of it all. It wasn't all that bad. There were a lot more of opportunities, a lot more of possibilities, of freedom but the environment wasn't always the best neither the most fair one and Kyoko couldn't applaud herself more to have decided to live a bit away from everything and everyone and to not have decide to go living in L.A.

Still thinking of him Kyoko gave up refraining her thoughts and turned on the music from some CD of her, singing to it and pouring her feelings to the wind while she drove.

It had become kind of an addiction. When she wasn't playing a role, she was mostly on her own doing things. It was that way she had got addicted to biking. She had to play a role that required to drive a motorbike but when she finally learned how to do it she loved it so much she passed the license. She learned climbing like that too.

And when she wasn't learning new things Kyoko was unwinding at the gym or singing. After what happened in Japan she had considered it obligatory to learn how to fend for herself. She took self-defences courses, Karate and Judo ones too. She wasn't an absolute expert but she was good enough to defend herself when needed and to be able to do realistic fight scenes too.

Then, there was the singing. It just came like that. Because of him mostly. She was frustrated and missed him too much so she put words to her feelings then voice then song. It was just to unwind. She would write it down, compose a little melody with the mere knowledges she had in it and guitar or piano and that was it. She would stock the sheets away without telling anyone or caring the less. She knew she could sing right but it wasn't anything more.

But then they fought, badly, over the phone and she was so shaken by it that she made a big mistake and decided to record it. She didn't even remember the damn reason why. But she knew what it did. It nailed the damn on her coffin.

Kyoko shifted the bike to the right to take the road to the set, still sulking and grumbling when she remembered it.

She parked and cut the power off under the awe eyes of some boy drooling at her motorbike, removing the helmet she brushed away her locks from her face again and took bag and script before heading to the entry as she cursed inside for the million time how she got tricked into being a singer, the riskiest thing for her. Now even more conscious of how dangerous it would become in the future.

PS: Yup, I totally made her badass. I love Kyoko when she's independent and I wanted to explore this and push it further. So here it is, hope you will like it as much as I do. So totally love to have Kyoko ride a bike.