Chapter 46: Forbidden Kiss

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, for if I did, Cain would take Setsu on that date.

Koki felt like he hit the treasure trove with his latest assignment. His fingers flew over the keys of his laptop as he felt inspired by the information he gathered in less than twenty-four hours. The puzzle pieces were all coming together. He had learned long ago to never underestimate the obsessiveness of fans. It was through fan sites that he was able to link the two together. The information on their respective agency sites did not have their full names; however, there were some fans on Fuwa's site claiming to have known him in middle school.

A good reporter didn't dismiss any leads. Fans tended to embellish stories just to get attention, so he decided to probe a little. Using his fake alias, he used his secret technique guaranteed to get him what he needed. He called them all liars. Nothing incited a fan faster to reveal everything than being called out on their false claims. In less than fifteen minutes, he managed to get the prefecture where he went to school and possibly a full name on the singer. He called one of his contacts at the police station to track down, one Fuwa Shotaro in that area. Armed with an address, he was now on the last shinkansen out of Tokyo heading towards Kyoto while typing up a rough draft for his editor.

Yashiro was entering his apartment when he heard his phone chirp several times. He was wearing a pair of gray joggers and a tightly fitted tee that showed off his slim yet muscular frame. His hair was still damp from the shower he took at the dojo.

Before checking his messages, he went to his fridge. He grabbed one of his protein-packed prepped meals and popped it into the microwave to heat it. A portion of his Sundays was carved out for meal preparations. This allowed him to always have food on the ready during the week despite his hectic schedule. He grabbed a beer from his fridge, took a refreshing gulp, and relaxed against the counter waiting for his food. A glance at the clock told him the Heel Siblings were underway. He hoped everything went alright for them recalling how much this role had changed Ren. His friend seemed to have been struggling with something on his own at the time. All Yashiro could do for him was quietly stay by his side and support him. He thought getting his license while he was on Guam would be a good way to ease his burden.

The microwave beeped when the timer was up. He retrieved his meal and sat at the bar. On one hand, he donned a latex glove so he could check his messages while he ate. The glove was a must-have for him when handling any electronic devices for more than ten seconds. The microwave was able to survive since he never touched it for that long.

There were a few messages regarding contracts and schedules for his clients that would require his attention later. For now, the notifications for one of Kyoko's and Ren's fan sites caught his attention. He closed his phone and decided to visit the sites on his laptop. He finished his meal, drained his beer, and cleaned up his mess. Before heading to the living room, he grabbed another beer. He settled on his couch and turned on the TV to the entertainment news channel.

With the TV playing in the background, he put on two latex gloves and opened his laptop. He signed on to one of Kyoko's fan sites. Yashiro grimaced as he read what was floating around about his female charge. This "Queen B" was seriously a Royal Bitch as her name suggested.

Queen B: I have it on good authority that the Kyoko-san is sleeping her way through celebrities. I mean come on she was with Sho-san as his angel. Then she moved on to Ren-san because of Dark Moon. Did you see her at the Dark Moon party interview? She said Kijima-san dressed her up. Who's her next target, Koga-san? If nothing else at least she's a first-class whore!

Yashiro took a swig of his beer, cracked his knuckles, and went to work.

RenKyo#1fangirl: Careful Queen B your green is showing. We all saw that Dark Moon interview with Ren-san by her side. It was completely obvious that there was chemistry between them even back then. Give Ren-san more credit, I'm sure he's more than capable of keeping her satisfied. Those other men are mere minnows to Ren-san's shark. Friendly tip, be sure to stay away from water wouldn't want to see you melt.

Yashiro hit send, satisfied with his response. If only those two knew the things he did to ensure their happiness. He clicked on the next site and found the same post from her royal pain in the ass. Yashiro had no shame going toe to toe with a teenage girl, typing out another witty and appropriate response.

Yashiro cheered when several other fans went on the offensive. He always appreciated the responses from VoodooPrincess1224 and DramaLoveMonXoXo. IceRaven was also growing on him. Although their responses were very blunt, they were usually in favor of Kyoko. He took another swig of his beer as he hunkered down for a long night of defending his favorite couple.

Setsu looked at her brother skeptically. Why would he bring her here? It was not quite Setsu's style to be seen in one of those.

"Nii-san, why are we here?" She asked him with an air of boredom.

Cain sighed disappointedly and tugged on his sister's arm. "Isn't it obvious Setsu? When coming to Japan you need to buy a Kimono right, as a souvenir. Come on, let's go in."

"This shop is too expensive! The quality of Kimono is too much for a mere souvenir," Setsu argued.

"Oh? How would you know?" Cain countered. Setsu set her mouth in a firm line and didn't answer. Internally, Kyoko was waiting for Ren to call an NG on her. Setsu should not know anything about Kimonos or the quality of the shop based on its outside appearance.

"Setsu, there is a yukata in here that I chose just for you. I thought my darling little sister would look cute in it. Don't deny me this one pleasure. The price means nothing if I can see you happy." He caressed her cheek softly and gave her the level two puppy dog eyes.

Setsu instantly melted at his pleading look. He was just so adorable. All she wanted to do was squeeze him and pet him and never let him go.

An idea popped into her mind, one that she hoped he would indulge her in. She smiled slyly at him. "I'll wear this Kimono on one condition, but you have to say yes first before I tell you what it is."

Cain didn't hesitate for one second and instantly agreed. He could deny her nothing.

"You didn't even try to consider it. What if I said to go die? Stupid Nii-san just goes with anything I ask," Setsu pouted.

"If you know already, then tell me what you want from me."

She knew she could whine a bit more and he would give in to her. The thought of receiving another 'NG' had her hesitating. She decided to take advantage of this situation instead.

"You have to dress up as well. No take-backs or I'll walk away right now." Ever since she heard Yashiro mention that Ren was initially asked to play the role of Shizuma-sama, Kyoko had wanted to see Ren in traditional clothing. She looked to the heavens and thanked her lucky stars that her wish would be granted.

"Done!" Cain smiled as he pulled his sister into the shop. That was an easy enough request to get her changed.

The owner and his wife greeted them instantly with a deep bow and fear in their hearts as they took in their customer's appearance. "Welcome, Mr. Heel we've been expecting you." The owner's voice trembled as he introduced himself as Suzuki.

Cain had talked to Suzuki a few days ago over a yukata he had seen on the shop's website. "We have what you requested. My wife, Ume, has put together the finishing touches to compliment the yukata."

"This is Setsuka, my sister. The yukata is for her. I hope for your sake you can please her."

"Of course sir," he said with another bow as sweat pooled at his temples. The owner turned to address Setsu, "Ms. Heel, if you can please follow my wife she will help you change. May I ask that you remove your shoes here and wear these slippers? It is custom that shoes are not to be worn on the tatami mats."

Setsu grumbled but unzipped her thigh-high patent leather boots and stepped into the proffered slippers. She turned back to her brother before following the female Suzuki. "Your promise, Nii-san." She flicked her eyes to the owner that looked confused.

"It seems that my sister would also like to see me in traditional wear tonight. Do you have something that would suit me?"

The owner looked like a kid on Christmas morning as his earlier fear fled him. He had just the perfect outfit that would suit the tall ruffian. His excitement overtook him and he began gushing passionately about the men's Kimono line and motioned for Cain to remove his shoes and follow him. Suzuki stopped short when he realized he was being obnoxious with his chatter.

"Just hurry up. I want to be finished before my sister comes out. I don't want her waiting for me."

"Right, right, apologies Mr. Heel. Please follow me this way." Cain followed the owner to the opposite side of the store and went behind a large shoji screened area that segregated the changing area.

Setsu followed Ume Suzuki to her changing area on the opposite side. Her jaw hung agape, forgetting she was supposed to be Setsu. She schooled her face quickly as she took in the yukata draped on the stand. A hand absentmindedly reached out to touch the finely spun silk. She could tell from running her fingers over the fabric that it was of high quality. Shotaro's mother had taught her how to spot the differences in quality.

"Do you like it, Ms. Heel?" Ume queried, giving Setsu a serene smile.

"It will do. I've never seen one like this. Aren't these usually bright and full of spring flowers?" Setsu asked, wrinkling her nose in distaste. How in the world did her brother find this place?

"Our daughter designed this yukata with the modern and fashionable young woman in mind. As you can see she has unique tastes. She will be pleased that she found someone that appreciates her artwork. Currently, she is studying fashion in New York City. Our skilled craftsmen worked diligently to translate her design into this finished product."

Setsu nodded but she was impressed that her daughter could be so brave to study abroad.

"Are you ready to try it on?" the older woman asked. Setsu nodded in response.

"Then please use the screen and change into these undergarments. Let me know if you need help."

Since Kyoko had worn Kimonos most of her life, Setsu emerged quickly after changing.

Ume noted that there was more to the young lady than meets the eye. The speed at which Setsu changed was impressive. Looking her over, everything seemed to be in place. The yukata was removed from the stand and draped over Setsu. Ume went about tying and adjusting the garment until it laid nicely on her body.

The owner's wife was doubly impressed with Setsu's knowledge of dressing in the yukata but did not comment. It took less than half the time to get her ready. Setsu had known where to put her arms or hold to assist before Ume could direct her. She assumed that since Setsu looked of Japanese descent, she must have taken some Japanese etiquette lessons. Setsu moved like a natural in the garment.

Ume and Setsu made their way out to the main area. She addressed Cain who had his back to Setsu, "Mr. Heel, I hope it's to your satisfaction."

Cain turned slowly savoring the image of his sister. The yukata's bold print consisted of thick vertical alternating black and fuchsia stripes. It had large "pop art" roses in pink, black, silver, and white that varied in those colors depending on if it was on the black stripe or the pink stripe. Most of the roses were so large that half of the rose was silver or white on the fuchsia background while the other half would be white and pink on the black stripe. He knew Setsu could pull off the look. Her ice blonde hair with pink highlights accented the outfit and her piercings kept her edge. The soft obi in silver complimented the overall look.

"It suits you, Setsu. Do you like it?"

It took Setsu several moments to recover from her shock. The faraway sound of flutes, followed by drums combined with a sorrowful voice filled her being. She stared at him as the song wafted through her mind, "motomeatta kanashisa yo furishikiri tsutsunde yo mae mo miezu, iki mo dekizu anata dake o omou..."

Her brother looked every bit like a bushido samurai now turned ronin due to his master's demise. Refusing to follow his master to the afterlife, he wandered seeking justice for a wrongful death until he came across a woman.

He looked exactly as she imagined and more. She wasn't sure if seeing him like this was good for her heart as it hammered loudly in her chest. Her eyes pierced with jealousy as she thought about the many women that would find him attractive in that outfit. Would he change back if she asked him to?

Cain didn't miss the plethora of emotions that flickered across her beautiful face as she gazed upon him: awe, sadness, love, lust, jealousy, curiosity, then blank.

"I like anything you pick for me, Nii-san," she sighed, lifting a hand to her brow. "It's as I thought, you look way too cool."

Cain smiled smugly. If she wasn't Setsu right now he wondered what Kyoko would have done in response to his outfit. He'd like to think she would have jumped him by now.

Suzuki cleared his throat to break up the heavy atmosphere in the shop and distract the siblings from whatever sparks were flying between them. He did not want to entertain the notion of what kind of twisted relationship they shared. "Mr. Heel, please take these. It will look good with the outfit." The owner handed Cain two wooden replica katanas. A samurai was no good without his weapons.

"May we please take photos of you? I would like to send my daughter a picture of the woman that bought her yukata," asked the older woman.

Cain and Setsu melded into each other as they posed like the obnoxious siblings they were. Cain slyly handed his phone to the owner to take pictures for himself. He had already taken care of the bill while waiting for Setsu. She didn't even want to know how much everything cost. It was worked out by Cain that Suzuki would deliver the original clothes back to the hotel as they said their farewells.

When they exited the shop a cab was waiting to take them to their next destination. Before stepping into the car, Setsu narrowed her eyes at her brother. "Somehow, I feel manipulated."

"I would never manipulate you Setsu," Cain pouted, jutting out his lower lip.

"So you say, Nii-san, but there's not an inch of my skin showing while wearing this yukata," she commented tersely and stepped into the car.

Cain grimaced. She needed to stop wearing those tight miniskirts. What the fuck happened to all those trousers I bought her?

Setsu looked on with wide eyes as they pulled up to a summer festival. The majority of the people attending wore yukatas. "Nii-san are you sure about this? There's a lot of people here. We hate people." Setsu declared with an unenthused tone. There was too much potential for trouble in such a crowd.

"I was thinking of you, Setsu. It should be fun."

She arched a sarcastic brow and snorted at his use of the word fun. The word sounded foreign coming out of her brother's mouth.

He ignored her and continued explaining. "You should at least experience some of your heritage while you're here. It will be something we can both experience for the first time together."

Kyoko thought that this was probably Kuon talking. He could never show up in a place like this as Ren without being mobbed. With that thought, she decided to just enjoy their time together.

Before she could respond, her angry stomach reared its ugly head, "Kyorororororo..." Setsu's eyes widened and her face reddened. She clutched at her stomach hoping to drown out the sound. So uncool!

"The sleeping monster wakes, let's go," Cain chuckled.

Setsu should not have been surprised by the people's reaction to them. Even though they were dressed like the masses, they still managed to give off a menacing aura. She hardly noticed the crowd because they kept a good distance away from the couple. It was like there was an invisible force field surrounding them keeping others out.

It was difficult trying to keep Kyoko from pushing forth and gushing over every little aspect of the festival. This wasn't her first time attending one, but it was the first time she attended with someone that wanted to be with her. It was like she was experiencing everything for the first time and technically she was, as Setsu. The lanterns lighting up the rows along the stalls seemed a little bit brighter, and the signs on each stall were artistically drawn beckoning her to visit. The traditional drums playing from the main stage helped set a rhythmic beat that oddly sounded like her thumping heart. She was on a date with her most important man, just like he promised.

There were no lines for them anywhere as crowds parted when they approached food vendors. Cain led the way while Setsu was led by the hand taking in all the sights. They purchased takoyaki, yakitori, and a variety of delicious festival fare before Setsu was satisfied they had enough. Cain carried the bag with their food and drinks then headed for the riverbank. They found a dim secluded area where they could eat away from prying eyes. To Cain's amusement, Setsu plopped herself on his lap and began to feed him.

A few minutes into their meal, the dark sky lit up as fireworks exploded over the river. Cain watched the delight play across his sister's face. This was his ultimate goal for tonight. He supposed he was stretching their role a bit by participating in such an event. The siblings were supposed to be hardcore: all skulls, blood, gore, and death. At the core of it all, he just wanted to see her happy.

It was a close call when they ran into Kimiko and Cedric earlier. He had half a mind to wreak havoc on them, but the professional side of Ren wouldn't let him. He couldn't compromise what they've both accomplished thus far for mere revenge.

Cain adjusted his sister, so she was sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest, for a more comfortable view. Tomorrow would be their last night as siblings. It was somewhat bittersweet. He was sad to see this role end but found solace that it would end with the woman he loved right where she belonged, in his arms.

When the fireworks ended, neither one of them spoke or moved for several minutes. They were content to stay just as they were. The stillness of the night washed over them as the sounds from the festival faded in the background.

Kyoko's dreamlike thoughts pushed to the surface. She imagined a young lady meeting her rogue lover on a riverbank, stealing whatever they could from each other in the cover of darkness before the duties of family and country crashed down upon both of them. Her fantasy was interrupted when Cain spoke.

"Setsu, thank you for being here with me. You are the most powerful omamori I have ever known. I could never have survived this without you by my side. Thank you," he said, nuzzling his face in her neck.

She knew he was talking more from the heart of Kuon rather than Cain. She had to thank the President someday for meddling in their lives. Right now she didn't want to think of the LoveMon or anyone for that matter. All that mattered was the man embracing her. She tilted her head to look up at him suddenly wanting to be kissed. Whether she was Setsu or Kyoko, even if it was forbidden, she still didn't care. All she wanted right now was to feel his lips pressing against hers.

He inhaled sharply at the look she gave him. Knowing what she wanted, brother or not, he didn't hesitate as he touched his lips to hers gently. After a few moments, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He laid her down on the soft grass, cushioning her head with his arm. He took his time relishing in the sweet taste of her while he laced his fingers of his free hand with hers. He wasn't sure how much time had passed as they laid there in the grass exchanging chaste and passionate kisses. He could have kissed her all night. A cacophony of cheers coming from the festival brought him back to his senses.

"Come on," he said, helping her up. This was no place for them to be caught making out. He brushed the grass off both of them and straightened out their clothing. When they were presentable again, they headed back to rejoin the revelry. They enjoyed the rest of their night as best they could as the Heels. A few hoodlums looked like they would start something, but one glare from Cain kept them at bay. They managed to watch some of the entertainment with Cain's ability to push through the front of the crowd. Setsu was able to watch the dance troupe and the talented magician without anyone obstructing her view. As a treat, Setsu convinced her brother to try some taiyaki by feeding him again. The warm sweet fish-shaped pastry reminded him of that email exchange she had with Kijima and tried not to let it bother him. He made it a point to let her know that he thought they were tasty.

Setsu stopped abruptly in front of a game booth causing Cain to stagger. Her stoic gaze landed on a very large Tinkerbell plushie. Cain smiled. He guessed she couldn't completely strip herself from Kyoko's feelings.

"Setsu, is something interesting?" he asked, amused.

"You can win, right nii-san?" Setsu challenged, flashing him a wry smile as she pointed towards the booth.

Cain studied the game in question. Cain smirked at the carnival-like version of an archery contest. Child's Play. He had recently received a refresher training course in Kyudo for a role under the tutelage of Uesugi Kotetsu himself.

Setsu eagerly whipped out her phone to take pictures of her brother playing the game as another one of her fantasies had come to fruition. She had to hold her nose for fear that it would start bleeding at any moment. Between his traditional outfit and the confidence in which he held the bow, no woman in the vicinity, she included, could withstand his sexiness for too long. He managed to hit the bullseye three times in a row winning a large prize. He was surprised when Setsu chose a stuffed puppy over the Tinkerbell she had coveted. She cuddled it close and told Cain it looked just like him.

...

Back at the hotel, Cain smoked out on the balcony bare-chested with only the Hakama pants hanging low on his hips while Setsu cleaned up in the bathroom. He stubbed his cigarette out when he heard the bathroom door squeak open. Setsu emerged wearing a black lace camisole with a pair of matching panties. She smiled at him as she climbed into bed cuddling her stuffed puppy. He groaned inwardly as he headed for the bathroom to wash up for the night. As payback, he came out wearing only his boxer briefs. Two can play this game. He climbed into his bed and rolled himself up into a cocoon.

He smiled to himself as he heard the rustling of covers then felt her climbing into his bed. "Nii-san, give me some room," Setsu whined as she tried to get comfortable on the tiny bed. Cain shifted so her head laid on his chest. "Nii-san, I need a good night kiss," she demanded.

He kissed her passionately, the way a brother should never kiss his sister, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth when the kiss ended.

"Now go to bed!" He scolded shoving her head back down on his chest. She giggled as she burrowed herself into him and was asleep in minutes. Cain prayed for mercy as the leg thrown over him brushed his hard-on. They completely failed as siblings tonight.

...

Kuon stirred from his slumber feeling painfully aroused. It took him a moment to shake off sleep and realize that Kyoko's hand held him hostage, stroking his length as she rubbed herself against his thigh. If this was a dream he prayed he never woke up. Kuon groaned in agony, readjusting himself to face her properly, and pulling her lithe pliable body closer to him. His mouth descended on her with a fiery passion. He pushed his tongue past her lips with little resistance, delving deep into her mouth with all the pent-up desire he had endured all night, starting with her erotic dream.

Kyoko returned his kisses with a hunger of her own. In the dark, they were just a man and a woman in love, pleasuring one another. The hand around her waist slid up and down her back before descending and cupping her backside in a tight squeeze. It continued its downward path, hooking on to her knee, and pulling the core of her heat against his throbbing erection. Satisfied with her position, his hand caressed its way back up her thigh once again resting on her ass.

He chuckled against her mouth as her hips thrust against him impatiently. He could tell how much she wanted him by the way her body trembled with need. He still couldn't get used to having her like this in his arms so willing and giving. He broke away from her lips wanting to taste more of her. He peppered her jaw with kisses, dragging lower, sucking, and licking her silky skin along the way. With a little contortion on his part, he leaned down freeing a nipple from the top of her lacy camisole.

Her response was instantaneous as his hot tongue swirled around the pink crest of her soft mound. She moaned and arched her back allowing him to suck in more of her supple flesh. He pulled back to make room for his hand to slip between her thighs and hooked his fingers on her already drenched panties giving him access to her dewy folds.

She gasped as pleasure soared through her body when his thumb brushed over her most sensitive spot. She was so hot and so ready. Her arousal coated his fingers as he slid them back and forth teasingly from her clit to her entrance. Kyoko whimpered, thrusting her hips impatiently against his hand.

"Easy, baby," he purred against her breast. She started this, so he was going to end it on his terms. He had the pleasure of feeling her shudder against him as a fresh wave of her hot juices gushed on his hand. When he thought she had suffered enough from his teasing, he slid a single-digit past her nether lips, and into her heated core. Kuon nearly came as he felt her inner walls contracting and closing around his finger, searing it with her slick wet heat. He stroked her languidly as his mouth continued to wreak havoc on her other nipple.

Kyoko growled in frustration, bucking her hips against his hand wanting more of his touch. At some point, her movement caressing him had stopped, too overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave her to concentrate on him. She redoubled her efforts and squeezed her fingers around his throbbing cock. Beads of his pre-cum trickled over her hand, lubrication it as she tugged on his length in time with the pace he set.

Kuon let out a guttural sound from the back of his throat and flicked his tongue rapidly against her pebbled nipple. The skin of his cock tightened as he grew under her careful ministrations. She must have noticed too because her grip tightened as she dragged her delicate fingers from the hilt of his cock to his tip, occasionally pausing at the head to torment him with her thumb before pushing down again.

After a few minutes of slow torturous strokes, he became impatient and bucked his hips, urging her to go faster then slipped a second finger inside her to join the first. She cried out as his adept fingers continued to explore the depths of her womanhood until he found the spot that would bring her the most pleasure. Kuon shifted his hand so that his fingers could continue while his thumb strummed on her swollen clit. The sudden change in her breathing to small gasps had him bucking his hips faster, thrusting wilder in her grasp.

Like she did him, he was driving her mindless with his hand and mouth. Kyoko could feel the familiar burning sensation building from deep within her gut. She was so close to climaxing.

Kuon pulled back from her breast as he started grunting of his own. He too was close, matching the thrusts of his hips to the speed at which his fingers plunged into her over and over while her sensual mewlings spurred him forward.

Kyoko would have screamed when she finally found release, but Kuon captured her mouth in an erotic kiss drowning out the sound of her ecstasy and his triumph as they came together in each other's hands.

The hot sticky semen poured over her fingers, but she held on as Kuon continued to thrust his cock into her hand until his orgasm ceased. He did the same with her stroking slowly until her shuddering came to a halt. She released him but was unsure of what to do with the cum on her hand.

Kuon removed his fingers from her, lapping and sucking at the sweet juices of her orgasm. Following his lead, Kyoko did the same with her hand.

His emerald eyes darkened while watching her lick his seed from her hand like a feline bathing its paws. He felt himself twitching as her pink little tongue licked and swirled around every finger until she was satisfied they were all clean. When she was done, he grabbed her, pulling her roughly against him to claim her mouth, tasting himself upon her lips.

"I'll be right back," he announced hoarsely, pulling away from her. Kuon rolled off the bed and stalked to the bathroom to clean himself up. He couldn't risk getting his semen on her. He returned with his boxers fully removed and holding a couple of warm rags.

Kyoko was glad the room was bathed in shadow, otherwise, he would have seen the deep blush dusting her cheeks at his nakedness. Kuon gently wiped her face then her hand with a rag. He pulled off her drenched panties and proceeded to use the other rag to clean between her thighs. Kyoko smiled at how thorough and thoughtful he was. Throwing the rags in the sink, he crawled into the bed and fell asleep with her limbs wrapped possessively around him.

AN: Thank you for continuing to read. A whole lot of fluff with a side of smut. I was going to end it with them sleeping but the perv in me just couldn't let them...sorry not sorry if it's out of place LOL.

Did you hear gossip girl's voice while reading Yashiro's response? I can totally imagine him trolling fan sites for these two.

I know nothing dramatic happened while they were out as siblings so I hope it wasn't too boring. I wanted them to have a lovey-dovey night. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.

The song Kyoko heard at the shop was Haru no Katami by Hajime Chitose. My Japanese is terrible but I really liked this song and as I was typing out this chapter I heard it in my head so I decided to include it in writing. I thought the overall mood of the song felt appropriate. I hope you native speakers can correct me if it's out of context, I googled the English translation of the lyrics, what I got on the part I used was: We found each other in our sadness and in the pouring rain we held one another, Before I can no longer breathe or see I will think of nobody but you.

Big thanks to those that left me a review. I appreciate it!

Until next time, Ja ne! ^_^