Chapter 69: Just Ask Her!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, for if I did, Kyoko would definitely get credit for Setsuka.

"Kimi, is something wrong?" Jiro asked, touching her forehead. "You're looking rather pale. Maybe we should have gone to the doctor instead."

"No, I'm okay, Otou-san. I'd like to continue with you," she told her father giving him a weak smile.

Kimiko couldn't tell him that her plans for a new phone were a dud. Nor could she share with him exactly what was happening with her. He would demand answers. She had been feeling quite confident today as she watched the guy at the store power up her new phone to make sure everything was working. Everything seemed fine while he was giving her a quick tutorial on her new device, but as he was about to turn it over to her an influx of messages came chiming through.

"Wow, that's unusual for someone to have access to this number so quickly. Do you know this person?" He asked, showing her the message ID. She snatched the phone quickly out of his hands when he tried to open the message.

"That's rude you know!" She snapped, snatching the phone out of his hand. "You shouldn't read other people's messages!"

"I'm sorry miss. I was just trying to be helpful. I needed to see the content to check if it's an already in use number. There's no other explanation for you to be getting messages this soon."

"If I have a problem with it, I will bring it back," she huffed. Kimiko rushed out of the store towards her father's car not liking the exposure. She glanced around the area nervously. Someone had to be watching her.

Konoe squirmed uneasily while sitting in the waiting room with Setsuka and Cain Heel. He forgot how unbearably uncomfortable this pair could be when draped all over each other and conspiring against the world.

"What do you want to do after this, Setsu?" Cain asked, amusing himself by twirling her hair between his fingertips.

Setsu tapped her finger against her cheek cutely trying to think of something good that would suit bother their interests. She smiled mischievously and replied, "Maybe, we can find a dark cave where I can cuddle up with Nii-san and shut out the world forever."

"Won't you get hungry? You do become a handful when you're hungry."

"You're all I need. Decades from now some annoying bloke will discover our corpses intertwined with each other."

"You'd make a beautiful corpse."

Konoe glanced at the siblings, disturbed by their strange conversation. His eyes flitted to the door, knowing that on the other side there was a strange man standing guard. Did they get mixed up with a Japanese crime lord or something?

Curiosity getting the best of him, he decided to ask, "Heel-san, can you tell me why that man is outside?"

Cain scowled at the interruption, but Setsu whispered something into his ear that made him scowl. "Bodyguard," he eventually answered.

"Have you been threatened?" Konoe exclaimed. It wouldn't do them any good to reveal that he was Tsuruga Ren if Cain Heel had enemies.

"It's necessary," Cain replied to placate Setsu after several seconds had passed. Ren couldn't exactly tell him the truth.

"But…" Konoe began to protest, but a glare from Cain shut him up. He could only nod and trust that the actor had everything under control. That thought process allowed him to breathe easier.

Muffled voices on the other side of the door had the three of them turning in that direction anticipating an interruption. Several moments later Sota knocked then opened the door. The staff girl that came to call them was trembling with fear.

"I...uhm...was to t- t- told to call you to the set," the young woman stammered nervously glancing back at Sota. He gave her a slight nod.

Setsu raised her eyebrow at Sota, curious by their exchange. She guessed he did his job thoroughly. The poor thing was shaking like a leaf. If Setsu could look behind his sunglasses she would have seen his shocked eyes. It wasn't his fault the young lady was so frightened.

Just minutes before, Sota had watched the woman hesitantly walk towards the door. Despite her timid appearance, Sota was on guard for any potential threats. Tadashi would have his hide if he screwed up. He was doing his best to keep his face stern but felt sorry for the poor thing. She couldn't bring herself to walk any closer so he had called out to her with a friendly tone and a smile. After she explained her fear, he assured her the people inside wouldn't bite and to do her job properly.

They followed the assistant to the studio that would be used for the interview. As usual, anyone that came in their path gave them a wide berth for fear of the Heels. Director Konoe was practically vibrating with excitement. He was going to miss this feeling, but the jig was up. It was time to let the rest of the world in on his little secret.

Tragic Marker was already playing internationally and was so far well-received. In Japan, it was the top-grossing movie of the week. He hoped this little stunt would provide another push to get people into theaters. There had been some speculation about the identities of the Heel siblings linking Setsu to Kyoko in the fan sites, but no respective magazine would publish such an outlandish theory without any facts. The tabloid magazines tried to get something on print, but Kyoko's article hit the shelves burying it in the process.

Mikasa, the Fuji TV Producer, and the President of the station were all waiting to meet their guests. Mikasa, being in the know, yelped when she spotted the hooded figure of Cain Heel walking down the hall with his arm possessively around the waist of the scantily clad young woman known as Setsuka Heel. She narrowed her eyes at the pair. It was time to get to the bottom of their relationship. Her hand was itching to slap Ren for fraternizing with another woman that wasn't Kyoko-san.

After reading her story, Mikasa's heart went out to the young actress. Kyoko had experienced some serious heartache at such a young age and fans could see how much Kyoko cared for Ren. Lately, she wore her heart on her sleeve when it came to the actor. Even if it was an act to uphold Cain Heel's identity, Mikasa didn't like it. She hoped he was prepared because she was putting him through the wringer for this one. He also deserved it for practically scaring her to death at the last interview. Even now, she shivered from fear as he approached. There was no denying the dark energy exuding from his being. It was simply amazing to bear witness. She breathed deeply, reminding herself not to blow his cover before the show.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Mikasa reporting live from the Fuji TV studios and boy do I have a great treat for you. With me today is Konoe-san, director of Tragic Marker that hit theaters last week. If you're on the fence about watching this psycho-thriller, I guarantee after this show you would be flocking to the theaters to see it."

The camera panned to Director Konoe sitting at her right with a broad grin across his face looking every bit like the cat that ate the canary. The audience clapped and cheered welcoming him.

Kimiko glanced at her father confused as they stood in the lobby of the Fuji TV station watching one of the many large screens throughout the building. Why were they here? Did her father have so much free time to stand around and watch talk shows? She remembered their conversation a couple of days before regarding Cain Heel. Was he here to ambush Director Konoe?

"Tou-san, are we here for something in particular?" She asked, trying to glean answers from her father.

"I got a tip Cain Heel was here so I want to try and talk to him before he leaves again," Jiro answered and turned back to watch the interview unfold.

...

"Thank you, Mikasa-san. I'm very excited to be here today," Konoe replied then went on to discuss the ratings of the movie and the challenges and successes the cast and crew endured while filming. Finally, after about ten minutes of chatting about the film, Mikasa saw an opportunity to steer the conversation toward the big reveal.

"Now, I understand Director Konoe that you had this script close to your heart for a couple of years. Can you tell us why it took so long to finally get it on film?" Mikasa asked.

Konoe chuckled. "That's because I couldn't find the right actor to play BJ. As you well know, the fear that BJ instills in the other characters is the movie's whole premise. I needed the perfect antagonist that could also instill the same terror for those watching. I wanted the audience to leave the theater feeling like a potential victim and jumping at their shadows. I was very fortunate to come across Cain Heel."

"Well, from my personal experience you achieved your goal. After watching Tragic Marker, I had to sleep with the lights on for a few days," Mikasa admitted making the audience laugh.

Mikasa continued acting as if she had no idea what was to come, "Speaking of an antagonist, where on earth did you find Heel-san? You were tight-lipped during our last interview. I think we're all interested to know."

"Do you really want to know?' Konoe teased.

"Yes!" The audience shouted in response.

"What I'm about to reveal might be life-changing? Do you think you're ready?" Konoe grinned, feeding off the fan's enthusiasm.

The audience all responded with an even louder resounding, "Yes!"

"Well then, I can't deny you after that...Heel-san, can you please come out," Konoe called out.

There was a clear inhalation of breaths throughout the studio as the wraith-like man stepped out from the shadows. The heavy sounds of his boots filled up the quiet that settled over the crowd. Anyone present would confess that the tiny hairs on the back of their neck prickled with each step that brought him closer. The hood concealing most of his face only amplified the dreaded feeling in the pit of their stomachs.

It was like the crowd needed to reassure themselves that they weren't alone in this horror movie and began whispering among themselves to break the silence.

"Shinigami!"

"He's so terrifying!"

"Oh my God, Heel-san is so hot!"

"He can stalk me anytime!"

Rippling through the audience, the excited murmurs were mixed with lots of nervous giggling. When Cain stepped up beside Konoe and Mikasa, he stood there for several moments facing the crowd until they grew quiet with unease. His large gloved hands reached up grabbing the edges of his hood, causing a collective inhale to tear through the crowd. He tugged his hood back and revealed his face.

It was so quiet and still in the studio that one could hear a pin drop. The silence remained for another second until chaos erupted. The audience went wild. Their screams were deafening. It was far too much for any one person to process. No one could believe that Cain Heel aka BJ was none other than Japan's number one actor, Tsuruga Ren.

Ren bowed to the audience while Mikasa clapped enthusiastically getting swept up by the excitement. Even though she expected it, Ren's transformation from Cain Heel was still thrilling.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" and "Holy fuck!" were the expressions that the Producer and President used respectively when Ren pulled down his hood.

Setsu smirked as she stood there with her arms crossed watching the reactions. She was so proud of her man.

The Producer turned towards her, "Don't tell me you're...".

Setsu held her index finger against the man's lips to shush him. "Let's not spoil the surprise now boys," Setsu purred with a seductive smile.

The Producer blushed like a teenage girl and nodded weakly at the blonde bombshell before him. Setsu removed her finger and gingerly wiped it on his jacket. Can't have his germs on me.

The exclamations in the lobby rang out equally as loud, rivaling the roar that escaped the studio down the hall. Everyone's eyes were riveted to the large screens scattered throughout the station. The live footage was updated with a scrolling message at the bottom of the screens, Tragic Marker's Heel Cain revealed as Tsuruga Ren.

The reporters not affiliated with Fuji TV were instantly on their phones trying to get a piece of this big scoop. The chatter in the lobby increased as people began talking about this monumental reveal.

Kanae folded her arms and huffed as she stood in the lobby of Fuji TV station beside Yashiro. They had arrived at the station while Konoe was being interviewed and was present for Ren's big reveal. So this is what Kyoko has been hiding from me. If Cain Heel was Ren, then there was no doubt that the girl playing his sister was none other than Kyoko. She had tried to dismiss the online theories since she couldn't imagine her friend wearing such outlandish outfits. Such a lame excuse was poor thinking on her part. If she wanted to be a top actress, she needed to act in any role despite the costume. She had once again underestimated her rival.

She narrowed her eyes at the manager. "This was a LoveMe assignment for her, wasn't it?"

Yashiro nodded. He was surprised Kanae was taking this all in stride.

"The President put her up to this didn't he?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

Yashiro gulped and nodded again.

Before Kanae could continue her line of questioning, a hearty laugh from the man in front of her caught their attention.

"Konoe, that sly son of a bitch. No wonder he kept me waiting. I didn't expect this at all!" The man exclaimed clapping his hands together. "Isn't this great Kimi, Cain Heel was right here under my nose. Ah, Tsuruga-kun continues to amaze me. I want him even more now for my movie."

Kimiko fumed at the man on the screen. All this time, Ren had been that man on the streets. He had glared and treated her like the lowest scum of the earth. The only reason he would look and treat her that way was because of that girl. She was poisoning him against her. I'll make them pay for mocking me. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands until she felt moisture on them. It was a telltale sign that she was bleeding.

Yashiro stared daggers into the back of the father and daughter standing about ten feet in front of them. Kimiko turned away from her father. Her face contorted with rage. Her eyes met with Yashiro's, startling her. Even with a face full of makeup, she looked haggard with shadows of concealed circles under her eyes.

Kimiko averted her eyes and excused herself to use the restroom, starting to escape. Jiro turned to follow her retreating form when he noticed Yashiro.

Jiro approached Yashiro with a broad grin crossing his face. "Yashiro-san! It's you, right? I hardly recognize you without the glasses. You don't know how long I've been searching for Cain Heel. I need to talk to yo-"

"That's Yashiro Yukihito!" Someone shouted at them.

"He's Tsuruga-san's long-time manager!" Another one hollered.

Yashiro, Kanae, and Jiro were instantly surrounded by the reporters and photographers, hanging in the lobby.

"Yashiro-san, can you tell us what's going on in there?"

"Did Tsuruga-san act as the psycho killer BJ?"

"Sorry, Morizumi-san but we have to go!" Yashiro wrapped his arm around Kanae's shoulders to shield her from being mobbed by the press. Once they were free, he released her but grabbed her hand as they ran through the TV station to find a place to hide. They ended up outside and circled the building to his car while reporters chased them. When they got to his car they managed to duck in and hide. Kanae shook and covered her mouth. Yashiro leaned over to comfort her, thinking she was crying.

"Hey, I know that was scary, but we're safe now," he cooed, hoping he sounded reassuring.

Kanae gazed at him with her piercing blue eyes and couldn't contain her laughter anymore. She covered her mouth again when they heard voices in the parking lot. Yashiro lifted his head to peek out the window then sat up when the coast was clear.

Kanae sat up in her chair, her mirth not entirely gone since every few seconds laughter would bubble out of her.

"Well, that was thrilling. Aren't you glad to be home?" Yashiro said humorously.

Kanae beamed a gorgeous smile in his direction and nodded. It was great to be home.

"Shall we wait here for them? We can watch the rest of the show on my phone," Yashiro suggested, wanting to fill the awkward silence in the car.

Ren bowed to the audience before taking his seat next to Director Konoe and shaking his hand. His heart was racing with adrenaline. Everyone would now know that he was Cain Heel the actor that played BJ, including them. Now that they were communicating again, he had no doubt they would be calling him as soon as they got the chance. He smiled at the relief and excitement of the audience. They weren't at all upset that he had duped them all. Would they be as accepting when he stepped out of his role as Tsuruga Ren and became Hizuri Kuon again?

Mikasa tried to take back control of her show and asked the audience to settle down.

"Can you guys believe it? Those present at the Tragic Marker premiere party were privy to this information. We were all sworn to secrecy until we revealed his identity today. I have to say Director Konoe was very convincing about the horrors that would befall us should we even make a peep about it before it was time." She turned her attention back to Ren. "Tsuruga-san, please tell us why you took on this persona as Heel-san to shoot the movie? Why not just act it as yourself? You have the skill."

Ren chuckled. "It was Director Konoe's brilliant idea. He wanted to play up the mystery of the actor playing BJ and so Cain Heel was born."

"How did you do it? How did you keep from getting discovered?"

"I approached Cain as I would a character in any other script. Director Konoe gave me a short bio of Cain. He was a British actor of Japanese descent who was sullen, short-tempered and lived off cigarettes and booze. He had to be proficient at martial arts and be able to wield any weapon be it gun or knife," Ren told them.

"When Cain Heel walked on set that first day he was was two hours late. As everyone here knows Tsuruga-kun has been dubbed the 'Never Late King.' I thought it was brilliant. That wasn't the only time he was late too. He was late almost every single day which enraged Mursame-kun to no end." Konoe added with laughter.

Ren looked sheepish and apologized for his terrible behavior.

"Don't apologize! Heel-san's behavior on set made it impossible for anyone to get close to him. Aside from myself and the Producers, no one had a clue that they were working with Tsuruga-kun."

"What sort of things did he have to do to keep from getting discovered?" Mikasa asked, curiously.

"On the first day, on top of being late, he pretended he couldn't speak Japanese and spoke English with a British accent. Um, you witnessed some of it first-hand at the party Mikasa-san. He had this menacing aura that scared the daylights out of everyone. The only person brave enough to approach him was Murasame-kun and that never ended well," Konoe explained with another chuckle.

"Sounds like you had your hands full," Mikasa replied. This was her chance to get to the bottom of his relationship with his so-called sister. "I'm curious Tsuruga-san. How did your girlfriend, Kyoko-san, feel about you taking on this alternate persona? Was she scared of you?" More like, how did she handle another woman hanging around you?

Ren smiled. He wasn't sure if Konoe had prepped her beforehand, but he had been waiting for an opportunity to bring her out. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. "How about we just ask her?"

Inner Kyoko was freaking out entirely. She wondered how Ren was able to act so calmly during his reveal. She inhaled deeply still channeling Setsu.

"That's your cue, Heel-san," the Producer stated while pointing to the stage. Setsu winked and went out there, strutting like a supermodel that didn't give a shit. I am low-tension. Just look at Ren. Don't trip.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Mikasa exclaimed as her hands immediately flew to her mouth, covering it as soon as the words came out. She removed her hand and mouthed the words I'm sorry towards the Producer. The hostess's attention turned back to the young woman gracing her stage. Her mouth hung open in a wide "O" and her eyes bugged out of their sockets as Kyoko, dressed as Setsuka Heel, neared their seats.

Kyoko stopped where Ren had stopped and dropped into a formal bow. Konoe and Ren clapped along with the audience's loud cheers. Kyoko rose from her bow and looked at Ren when he patted the seat next to him.

When Kyoko settled next to him, Ren reached for her hand and threaded their fingers together. She must be really nervous, he thought finding her hand cold and clammy. He rubbed little circles with his thumb over her soft skin, hoping it would soothe her. He smiled down at her when felt her relax into his side.

"I'm speechless right now! I'm a reporter and I'm having trouble finding the words! There are so many things amazing about this. First off, I'm a huge fan, and second...OH MY GOD!" Mikasa screeched unable to contain herself. Kyoko bowed her head slightly embarrassed by the woman's outburst.

"Okay, okay, okay so how did this happen? Director Konoe was this part of your plan as well?" Mikasa asked, addressing Konoe.

"Unfortunately, Setsuka was not my doing, although I wish it was. I was just as surprised as everyone here when I found out she was Kyoko-san," Konoe explained.

"Tsuruga-san, did you just want your girlfriend close to you?" Mikasa teased. The crowd ooh'd at the statement, making Kyoko blush a deeper red.

"Well our President was the mastermind with having Kyoko join me on this adventure. He wanted to test my character development of Cain Heel to see if people would recognize me, so he thought who better than someone close to me. Kyoko, unfortunately, figured me out right away. I failed the test," Ren confessed, shaking his head.

"That's not true!" Kyoko added. "His Cain Heel nearly scared me to death with his glare that I thought I made a mistake when I called out to him. The blood lust and a killing aura radiating off of him had me shaking in my shoes. I was petrified! It took almost fifteen minutes before I could move again."

"So what gave him away?" Mikasa prodded.

"Do I have to answer? It's quite embarrassing?" Kyoko covered her heated face with her hands.

"Ooh, now I'm even more curious. He was able to fool a lot of people, but not the person closest to him. How did you figure him out?" Mikasa urged. "I'm sure all of Japan is dying to know."

"She knew ALL of my measurements," Ren grinned mischievously, adjusting his jacket and sitting up taller.

"Ren!" Kyoko spluttered aghast by his phrasing and smacked him on the arm as her face burned hotter with the added embarrassment. "Don't say it like that, people will misunderstand!" She covered her face with her hands again. "Oh my God! I want the earth to swallow me whole right now."

Ren chuckled along with the rest of the audience at her adorable reaction.

She removed her hands from her face as Mio came to the forefront and sneered, "You better explain right now or you will regret it."

"Okay, I'm sorry! What I meant to say is that Kyoko has an eye for detail. She was able to recognize me because of my...ugh this is so embarrassing. What I said earlier made me look cooler," he pouted cutely.

Mio in a blonde wig and blue eyes continued to glare at him. I'm so dead! "Okay," he resigned, holding his hands up in surrender.

"She was able to tell it was me because like a scientist, she analyzed my bone structure, the length of my bones, the muscles, the length of my feet, the placement of my ears..." Ren continued, trailing off.

As Kyoko listened to him ramble, she realized that she couldn't get out of this. It was just a more roundabout way of saying that she indeed knew ALL of his measurements. People were bound to assume she knew THAT measurement too, and she did.

"You see!" she said, holding up his hand trying to save some face. "It was easy to tell that his hand was xx centimeters long and xx centimeters wide." She turned his head to show his ears and the placement from his jaw bone. She continued like that for a few minutes before Mikasa got the picture.

"Wow, Kyoko-san, you do pay attention to detail."

"As an actress, I try to be as observant as possible, Mikasa-san. I can tell that your waist is 68 centimeters and your shoe size is a 24," Kyoko replied innocently. Mikasa pulled her cardigan closed, hoping the girl didn't shout at her bust size next.

Kimiko laughed maniacally as she stood by her father. Jiro stared at her, confused by her strange outburst.

"I'm sorry father I just can't stop laughing," she admitted with teary eyes. The irony of it all. Today, just kept getting better and better. First Ren and now that whore! How could she even go on television dressed like a slut? She obviously seduced Ren in the process. She probably even seduced Cedric!

"Excuse me, sir. Can you and the young lady come with me?" asked a station security guard. When they were in the control room, the man along with his supervisor brought up footage of Kimiko entering the ladies' room and exiting about ten minutes later. Another woman was shown going in and coming right back out.

"That woman, sir, alerted security that the restroom had been vandalized." The supervisor showed him pictures of the scene. Vases and mirrors were shattered along with chairs up-ended and thrown about.

"What are you implying?" Jiro fumed at the guards.

"I'm saying that this young lady was the only one to enter that bathroom before the alert," the supervisor stated.

"You think my daughter did this? Do you know who I am? I'm Morizumi Jiro. My cousin is one of the top executives in this station. If he hears that you're making false accusations towards his niece you'll lose your job. I suggest you quit wasting innocent people's time and find the real culprit," Jiro seethed at the guards, his eyes flashing angrily.

"Yes, sir! I apologize for the misunderstanding. I didn't realize who you were," the supervisor bowed along with his subordinate.

"Let's go, Kimi!" They left the office with the men still bowing. Kimiko smirked as she followed her father out. The little reminder of her family's influence in the industry gave her a boost of confidence.

When they were down the hall of the office, her father stopped and glared at her. "I don't know why you did it, and I'm sure you have your reasons, but you can't bring your issues into a place of business. You can't inconvenience people! The cost of damages will be pulled from your account!"

"Father, I..." Kimiko began but stopped when he held up his hand to quiet her. "I don't need your excuses. It's over and done with. Let it go!"

Shoko glanced at her phone, sitting next to her laptop as she worked what a message from Haruki came through.

Turn to channel 6, u won't believe it!

Shoko looked at Sho lazing on the couch with one hand under his shirt as he laughed hysterically along with a variety show. She stood up and took control of the remote, flipping through channels.

"Hey, come on, Shoko! I was watching that! At least let me relax before my next gig," Sho whined, thinking of his concert later that night. It was bad enough that he was being harassed by random people dressed in mascot costumes, now he couldn't even enjoy a show.

Shoko ignored him and continued flipping until she found the one mentioned on a commercial break.

"Shoko, come on! Quit fooling around and give me back the remote," Sho grumbled, trying to swipe it from her hand, but Shoko was too quick.

"Be patient, Sho, Haruki said something interesting was going on," Shoko said, sitting beside him on the couch.

Sho groaned and covered his eyes with his arm. I might as well get some shut-eye.

"And we're back! If you are just tuning in, we have just found out that not only is Cain Heel-san, Tsuruga-san but the young woman playing his younger sister Setsuka Heel-san is none other than our beloved Kyoko-san..."

Sho jolted from his reclined position and stared at the TV in utter disbelief. That soul-sucking demoness! He sat up straighter and paid more attention to what the host was saying. This had to be some sort of lie. Kyoko would never in a million years wear anything so revealing or act so rude.

Shoko pursed her lips and glanced at Sho with a worried expression. Would this affect his performance tonight? She looked for any sign that the deva king was emerging. Shoko's attention was drawn to her phone again when another message from Haruki came through.

Are you watching?

Yeah, Sho might be in shock! Shoko replied.

As he should be! Right along with the rest of Japan. Now we know why they wouldn't give us an answer on Heel-san.

So are we going to scrap the whole thing or find someone else? Shoko asked, knowing it wouldn't be a good idea for Kyoko and Sho to work together.

Has the deva king shown up yet?

Shoko gazed up from her phone and studied Sho, trying to gauge his reaction.

"I'm fine, Shoko. You can stop looking at me like some worried mother hen!" Sho told her, rolling his eyes.

"But I'm worried, Sho! Will you be able to perform later?"

"Don't insult me Shoko! This doesn't concern me," he answered coolly. Sho proudly crossed his arms tipped up his nose. I could be an actor with how cool I just sounded. Staring at the television, Sho had no clue who the girl was on the TV. She was like a total stranger to him, flaunting herself in front of that platform wearing bastard all this time wearing next to nothing. Is she wearing a bra for a shirt? He was going to give her an earful when he returned to Tokyo.

AN: Thank you for your patience. I could keep going, but I'm trying not to get face planted by my IPad tonight. More to come in the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm sure I'll find a lot of errors when I read this again.

Thank you for all the lovely reviews. I enjoyed reading them and appreciate all your support. Thank goodness for fanfic because it seriously gets me through the month while waiting for the manga to update. I'm excited for the next chapter, I'm torn between wanting to see Ren and Kyoko working through this misunderstanding and wanting to see her kick ass as Momiji...LOL. I'm crossing my fingers that Ren picks her up XD fluffy dreams.

Until next time, ja ne! ^_^