Chapter 140: The Truth

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, for if I did, Kuon would teach Kyoko how to speak Russian.

"Something wrong?" He asked, glancing out the window in the direction she was facing. Kyoko tore her gaze away from the window and smiled softly at him.

"No, nothing. The car's lights just caught my attention," she assured him and took a bite out of the decadent chocolate cake on her plate.

Kuon hummed and glanced out the window once more while taking a sip of his coffee.

He was glad the night had turned out mildly uneventful compared to what he initially thought when his mother told him where they were going next.

Ren was in the middle of putting on the newly doctored white dress shirt when his mother got the call from "Vlad."

This was the first time hearing her speak Russian since his arrival. Being moderately fluent in his mother's native tongue, Kuon understood most of every word as he eavesdropped on her conversation. It sounded to him like something happened to this Vlad and now he needed a lift. He searched his memory for a person with that name on his mother's side and came up blank. The inflections in her speech and choice of words made him believe that he was someone very close to her. Maybe even family.

"Everything okay with the shirt?" Vincent asked, eyeing him curiously when Julie hung up the call.

"Ah, sorry," he said with a slight bow and continued to button up the shirt. Ren wasn't supposed to understand Russian nor should he be interested in her conversation.

He stood up straighter and tucked the hem of the shirt into his waistband. Ren was amazed at how well it now fit him. He had his doubts when the designer started ripping up seams but after a half-hour or so at the sewing machine, Vincent had reconstructed the shirt.

The designer held up the cummerbund for Ren to lift his arms. To Ren's relief, Vincent had adopted a more professional demeanor once the real work started. He relaxed his guard a little. He held the garment in place while Vincent fastened it in the back then stepped back and admired Ren's reflection.

"You look magnificent already. Very James Bondish and I'm not even finished with you. It's a pity you're straight," he said with pouty lips.

"Thank you...and yes my girlfriend can attest to just how very straight I am." He smiled roguishly while ignoring his mother's audible gasp and piercing green eyes.

Vincent chuckled and muttered, "Lucky woman."

"Vincent, are we almost done here? We have somewhere we need to be after this," Julie asked trying to get the designer back on task.

"Hush, don't rush my creativity," he huffed and studied Ren's reflection again like something was missing. "Ugh, I'm such an amateur." He stomped away toward the front of the store.

"I should be immune to pretty boys by now in my line of work." Ren heard Vincent reprimanding himself as he rummaged behind the front counter. He returned carrying a rectangular leather box measuring about three by five by two-inches and opened it out to Ren. Inside were a set of round onyx cufflinks and studs to put on his shirt.

Once he had the studs, cufflinks and bow tie on, Vincent held the jacket out for Ren to shrug on. He raised and flexed his arms to test the fit of it at the back. It fit him quite well. He tugged on the cuffs of his jacket and turned to Julie.

"How do I look, Ms. Juliena?" He asked, turning to her anxiously. He had only worn a tuxedo once before but it wasn't in a classic style like this. Fuji had put him in some flashy version of one with a navy and black jacquard pattern.

Vincent pressed the back of one hand to his forehead and the other to his heart faking a dramatic swoon.

"You look very handsome," she said with a radiant smile. He saw the moisture pooling in her eyes before she turned away and laughed softly. He was baffled by her reaction.

"Thank you, Vincent. I knew you were the right man for the job on such short notice," Julie told her friend.

"Yes, thank you, Vincent. I truly appreciate it." Ren bowed deeply with gratitude.

"Oh for goodness sake, stop it both of you. I'm going to cry…" His voice cracked as he pulled out his hand fan to blow his eyes dry. "It's such a masterpiece on you. Any chance I can convince you to be the face of my brand?"

"Eh? I'm very sorry but I'm under contract with R'Mandy," Ren explained.

"R'Mandy? That's one of my competitors. Gah! I'm so jealous he has you," Vincent sulked. "Do you mind walking for me so I can see how the garment moves on you before you go?"

Back at the car, Julie advised him to place the garment in the back seat since they would be making another stop. It was in the car that he learned the identity of Vlad and why he was expected to give him a ride rather than have him take a taxi. It made him anxious to get to her and see for himself that she was okay.

"Would you like to try a piece of cake?" Kyoko asked sweetly, interrupting his thoughts. Yes, he was glad tonight's incident didn't escalate into something worse.

He smirked and leaned down with his mouth open prepared for her to feed him. He enjoyed watching the heat bloom across her cheeks as she brought the fork to his lips. He kept his eyes trained on hers while his mouth closed over her fork.

"Mmm, it's good." His sour face contradicted his words as he chewed despite the dessert's sweet taste. Kyoko and his parents laughed at his expense. His little minx had given him a bigger bite of her cake than he expected. It served him right for teasing her.

"The desserts here are delicious Mr. Hizuri," Kyoko said as she bit into the peach cobbler. His dad had removed his wig and makeup in the car. Neither of them ate anything at the party so a stop at the local diner was in order. His dad ordered two of every dessert they had on hand, one for each couple. He did pity Kyoko since Ren wasn't eating much and ate some of her portions.

"Aren't they?" Kuu replied around a mouthful of pecan pie. "And please stop calling me Mr. Hizuri...both of you. Mr. Hizuri was my father, Kuu is fine."

"Okay, Mr. Kuu," Kyoko replied sweetly.

"I guess that would have to do," Kuu digressed.

...

"Nothing else happened at the party right?" Kuon asked curiously now that he had her safely tucked into his side as they laid in bed.

"What do you mean?" She asked, raising her head off his chest to gaze into his eyes.

"Did you meet anyone...interesting?" He was fishing to see if anyone had hit on her tonight. Men and some women were bolder when it came to voicing their desires in America especially while drinking. He couldn't blame anyone for trying since she was smoking hot. Her golden eyes flickered faintly.

What the fuck was that?!

"By interesting, do you mean like the handsome Scottish man that I met with the dreamy blue-gray eyes," she teased innocently.

Kuon tensed beneath her forgetting her suspicious expression. He had a vague idea of who she was talking about. But where the hell was his Dad when this guy came sniffing around?

"He has all the measurements I'm quite fond of including his…." She flicked her tongue wetting her lips and glanced down seductively toward his groin before gazing back up at him. "...Eyebrows. I'm envious at how full they were."

"Why you little tease?" Kuon exclaimed, locking her in place with his leg and laying claim to her ribs with his fingers. Kyoko gasped for mercy between peals of laughter as he torturously tickled her. Kuon ended his dominance with a passionate kiss before settling them back into bed. It was late and she already had a long day. She needed her rest.

"Kuon…"

"Hmmm?"

"Can you speak Russian too?"

"Yeah some, my mom taught me…do you want me to teach you some words?"

She nodded into his chest.

"Ya lyublyu tebya," he whispered endearingly and kissed the top of her head.

With his help, she repeated the words several times until she got the accent right. He had yet to tell her what it meant and was surprised when she pulled her face up in line with his.

"Ya lyublyu tebya," she whispered. Her sparkling eyes bored into his holding him hostage.

Kuon inhaled sharply. The words out of her lips sent the rest of his senses into overdrive and his heart fluttered like a highschool girl. The scent of her floral shampoo was all he could smell as he forced himself to remember how to breathe. The twinkling lights above cast an otherworldly glow about her transfixing him with her beauty. She didn't look real to him. For all, he knew he could be trapped in a vivid dream that his troubled mind conjured up to survive a harsh reality. But she felt real. His body heated from the pressure of hers pressed to him. He was painfully aware of the softness of her breasts pushing against his chest and the smoothness of her legs brushing against his thigh. He couldn't resist the urge to taste her at that moment. His fingers slid up her back and buried into her highlighted locks.

He pulled her down to meet him but before he crushed his lips to hers he whispered back, "I love you, too." He sealed it with a toe-curling kiss that would leave her breathless.

The thought of sleep was forgotten as he pulled the t-shirt she wore over her head and proceeded to kiss every inch of her skin starting at the ivory column of her neck.

…

Kyoko didn't think she could ever get used to making love to this man. He always managed to make her feel flustered and right now his mouth was wreaking havoc between her thighs. No matter how much she tugged on his hair or raked her nails against his shoulders he refused her demands to come back up. She was at her wit's end and on the verge of orgasm when he finally began kissing his way back up her body. Even then he took his sweet time getting to where she wanted. When he did she wrapped her legs around him and held him in place.

He chuckled and nuzzled his lips against her neck. Kyoko moaned erotically when he finally slid inside her giving her exactly what she craved. Every move he made was torturous and deliberate like he had all the time in the world. She curled her fingers over his when he intertwined their hands together above her head. He was contorted enough that they could gaze into each other's eyes if she just creaked her neck back a little. To see the blissful smile on his face was worth any stiff neck she would have later. It gave her great pleasure to know she did that. She made him happy as much as he made her.

He leaned down covering her lips with his swallowing her tiny gasps. His mouth lingered on hers for several moments until he was unable to sustain the position comfortably. He straightened his back and settled on her completely. She groaned under the brunt of his full weight but was soothed by the erratic beating of his heart. It wasn't uncomfortable and the shortness of breath was welcomed as his thrusts increased. Kyoko tightened her grip on his hands and locked her ankles behind his back. She felt him growing inside her and knew that he was close. She squeezed her inner walls against him knowing how much pleasure he received whenever she did it. She was satisfied with the shuddering groan he let out above her and did it again.

"Are you close? I'm going to come, baby," he said hoarsely between grunting. She didn't let up since she was already there. Her body tightened with unbearable pleasure as he took those final strokes. They came apart in each other's arms.

Kyoko ran her fingers through the sweat-drenched hair matted to his nape. She could hardly breathe but she was too content to care. She fell asleep with him in her arms exhausted by the day and fully sated by their lovemaking.

He couldn't sleep. His racing mind wouldn't let him. He had tossed and turned all night weighing the consequences of his future actions. Whatever he decided to do wouldn't just affect him; others would be hurt in the process. Was he ready to ruin more lives just to ease his guilt? He tossed the silk covers aside and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Cedric always felt better after taking a cold shower. He never needed the jolt to ease sexual frustration. His doctor recommended that it was a good habit to practice when he needed to refocus and relieve stress. He lounged on his black leather sectional in his living room and browsed his phone only to find a pile of messages in his inbox from several acquaintances looking to catch up. He decided to respond to those that he deemed important contacts to keep on friendly terms and ignored most of the women. He wasn't desperate yet. The buzzing of his phone startled him as an incoming message came through from Koga.

You sleeping? What's happening, man? Get in touch with the love idiots?

He chuckled. He has no concept of time. He could read the bitterness in Koga's voice though. He needed to get over this one-sided competition he had with Ren. Cedric felt like giving him a hard time.

I WAS sleeping...and yes the meeting with my father is happening.

He hit send and then followed it up quickly with, thanks for checking up on me.

Rather than another text, his phone began ringing so he answered it on speakerphone.

"Hel-" he cleared his throat. "Hello?"

"Wow, you sound like crap," Koga said in clearer but still heavily accented English. "What time is it there?"

"It's like 4 something in the morning last I checked."

"What the heck? Then go back to sleep!" Koga's voice blasted into his quiet apartment.

"I would! If someone would stop bothering me!"

"Sorry, sorry, but since you're up...help me kill time."

"What the hell? Isn't there some chick you can call for that."

Koga laughed. "If I do the calling, they'll get clingy. I can't get tied down yet I'm focusing on my career."

"What are you talking about? Your career? You were always out playing while I was there."

"I wanted to make sure you had a good time. You were always moping."

"I was not."

"Was too. You're moping right now! I can tell! That's why you can't sleep."

"I couldn't sleep because you called me."

"There's a sleep mode for that dude. What's really going on?"

Cedric sighed and ran his hand over his face. His relaxed feelings after his cold shower were non-existent now as he contemplated confiding in Koga.

"If you can't talk to me then at least find someone there you can talk to. I know we didn't know each other for long but I'm here as a friend whenever you need."

Cedric considered Koga's offer. If he told him...really told him. He doubted Koga would still consider him a friend. It wouldn't hurt to test the waters.

"I have this friend…" Cedric hissed at his stupidity. God, why did he have to start in such a cliche way? It was already obvious that he was talking about himself.

"Your friend...is it a woman? Is it a man? Are you two lovers?" Koga prodded, urging him to continue.

"It's a man that I haven't known for too long but I like to consider him a good friend judging from his sincerity. Well, he told me some disturbing things about his past and now I don't know if I still want to hang out with him."

"I'll need more context. Like how disturbing? Like committed a crime disturbing?"

"Yeah."

"Was it a crime against puppies? Because if it's puppies the guy is a sicko and you need to run far far away."

"No not puppies...sick!"

"Right? Who doesn't love puppies? Was his crime against Children cause that's even worse?"

"Well... when he was a child himself he used to pick on other children."

"So he was a bully?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not condoning bullying but that happens everywhere. Even here. Wait, is he still bullying children cause that's just cowardly?"

"God no! It's the past..focus. But he told me he bullied someone all through his teens."

"You think he's changed?"

"I know he's changed," Cedric said with conviction.

"Then what's the big deal. That's not so disturbing."

"Well, he…" A cold sweat broke out on his brow. "Someone accidentally died because of those actions when he was a teen and he never told anyone about his involvement in the incident."

"Was it an accident?"

"Yeah, he didn't think anyone would die."

"Was he remorseful when he told you?"

"Very."

"Then I would encourage you to tell that friend to come clean. If all that time has passed and it's still haunting him then maybe he needs to tell the truth. That's why he reached out to you. He trusts you...that or he's going to silence you in your sleep. Maybe it's a good thing you don't sleep peacefully at night."

"You're such an ass!" Cedric exclaimed, making Koga laugh.

"Shit...that's my call," Koga said. Cedric could hear someone in the background talking to him. "Duty calls! I'll check you later but I'm serious, man, the truth shall set you free!"

Cedric replayed Koga's parting words in his head. It made him hopeful that they could still be friends after this. Cedric laid his phone on his chest and draped an arm over his eyes.

He lifted his arm when his phone buzzed. His eyes widened as he read the text, A little bird told me you couldn't sleep. Care to join me for breakfast?

He responded with, When?

He stared at the quick reply that included an address. He considered the time it would take for him to get ready and commuting before replying, I'll be there in twenty. Should be more than enough time since traffic would be light at this hour.

Wonderful. I'll see you soon.

Kyoko rushed to help Fuji and the other assistants set up the outfits that would be worn by each model. More models that weren't in Japan would be showing up today for the first time to try on their outfits. It was a little risky but Fuji was confident in his ability that only minor alterations would be necessary if any were needed at all. It also helped that there were only four models that they needed to worry about.

Fuji had a total of fifteen models for the show each wearing two outfits. They would have to do quick change-outs which was why they were rehearsing today. It was all about timing. Later this morning, they would go to the venue and have two hours to familiarize themselves with the location and equipment. They had to make sure their sound and lighting were compatible with the system so there would be no hiccups come tomorrow during the actual show.

"How's your body this morning?" Ren asked quietly but to Kyoko's ears, he practically shouted it across the room for all to hear.

"I'm fine," she hissed turning a deep shade of her usual red. She flicked her head back and forth to see who could have possibly overheard him. There were only a handful of models slated for this time slot and everyone looked too occupied to care about them.

"Are you sure?" He insisted. "My mother could be a real tyrant when it comes to modeling," he admitted, in a lower voice.

Kyoko's feet in her flat ankle boots automatically ached at the memory of Julie's spartan training earlier that morning.

Her feet tingled with numbness in the high heels she wore as she walked down the taped line for what felt like the hundredth time. She now knew where Kuon got his drill sergeant personality from. He was a puppy compared to his mother. Every time Kyoko messed up she would scold her in Russian and make her start from the top. Kyoko learned a lot of new words of the language during her catwalk lessons with the veteran supermodel. She would have to ask Kuon what some of them meant later.

"Shoulders back, chin up, one foot in front of the other...don't look down," Julie exclaimed, barking out orders.

"Good, good," she said, clapping her hands twice after a few more walks. "Now we'll try it here."

"Excuse me?" Kyoko asked, shocked by what her future mother-in-law was suggesting.

As usual, the men went surfing while Kyoko stayed behind, lured by the prospect of improving her catwalk under the tutelage of the talented and beautiful supermodel. No wonder the men had wished her luck with a sympathetic smile before they left.

"It's easy, I'll show you." Kyoko watched with bated breath as Julie put her stiletto clad foot on the narrow ledge of the infinity pool and hoisted herself up. "Ready?"

Kyoko nodded and Julie set off walking the length of the pool. Kyoko's eyes became dry since she refused to blink. She didn't want to miss one moment of what this woman had to teach her. Kyoko focused on the way her shoulders swayed when pulled back and the rock in her hips with each step all while keeping her back straight. She was beauty and grace personified.

She smiled fondly after recalling the effort Julie put into teaching her. The best part was that she did well enough to not fall in the pool which earned her a lot of praise from his mother.

"Oh, that's what you meant," she replied blushing again at her impure thoughts.

"Were you thinking of something naughty?" He teased moving in closer to her.

"Ren quit flirting with my assistant," Fuji scolded. Most women giggled in the room while some grumbled with petty jealousy. Kyoko was more than aware of the way some of these new faces lusted after her man. She would have to watch over him and make sure he wasn't sexually harassed by anyone but her.

He kissed her quickly on the cheek then held his hands up in surrender when Fuji threatened him with a pair of sewing scissors.

"You're lucky all the tops fit you, Mister. Have you been training for the Olympics with Kosuke Hagino? Why are your shoulders so broad?"

Fuji wasn't too far off with his guess that Ren's build resembled the gold medalist. Paddling a surfboard was similar to swimming.

"Ren, we have to go," Yashiro said tapping on his watch. They had the podcast interview this morning which Ren decided to do in person at Kyoko's behest. She wanted him to get as much exposure as possible while they were here and meeting people in the industry would be the best start.

"Okay, one minute," he told Yashiro. He turned back to Kyoko and pecked her on the lips. "I'll see you later, make sure…" he said walking backward toward the exit.

"Don't worry. I got it," she assured him. Satisfied with her answer he ducked out the open door. He was going to go bald if he kept worrying about her like that. To put him at ease she agreed to his simple demand. Please don't go anywhere alone unless it's to the bathroom.

Less than a half an hour later, Kyoko got a big shock when Honoka Ootomo walked into the R'Mandy home base with none other than Cedric D. Bennett in tow. The beautiful Japanese model led him straight up to Kyoko.

"Kyoko-chan, good morning," Honoka greeted her with a wave.

"Ms. Honoka, Mr. Bennett, good morning." Kyoko bowed deeply. Cedric bowed in return giving his greeting. He looked genuinely happy to see her.

"I told Ric that I was working with you and Ren-san today so he tagged along to say hello...is he not here?" She asked scanning the room for the hard to miss actor.

"I'm very sorry to disappoint you but you missed him. He had to leave for an interview. He will meet us at the venue in a couple of hours." It was luck that Ren wasn't here. He was supportive of her interview with Cedric tonight but Kyoko knew better. There would always be some residual feelings lingering no matter how much a person had changed.

"Oh, I see. Well, that's unfortunate," Honoka replied.

"No worries. You haven't changed your mind about doing the interview tonight have you?" Cedric asked Kyoko.

"No, Mr. Yashiro has all the details so I'll be sure to be on time."

"Okay, good. I'm looking forward to it. This would be great press for the movie. I'll have to ask Koga about the editing process. It would be a shame if they cut out any of the fight scenes. American's live for act-"

"Ric?! Is that you?" An excited female voice called out from across the room.

Cedric twisted in the direction of his name. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath but Kyoko was close enough to hear it. A model with golden hair that Kyoko came to know as Nat came striding up and threw her arms around his neck.

"We've been waiting for your call," Nat whined as Cedric extricated himself from her grasp. He looked nervously at Kyoko and Honoka. Kyoko glanced between the two gorgeous models, Anika and Nat, and Cedric. How did they know each other?

"I'm sorry ladies. I've been very busy. I had a small gap this morning and thought to stop in to greet my frie-, err co-star."

"That's too bad. We had a lot of fun playing with you in Tokyo," Anika said suggestively.

"Oh, I wasn't aware that you were acquainted with so many models. It's a good thing you stopped by then," Honoka said smiling sweetly.

"Koga, umm introduced us," he said rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Of course he did," Honoka agreed sarcastically.

Cedric winced.

"Well, I have to get to work now. Thank you for the ride. Please do take care, Ric-san," Honoka bowed and walked away with a small wave of her hand.

Kyoko kept the confusion off her face as she tried to make heads and tails over what just happened. Her grudges weren't picking up any negativity but Kyoko thought Honoka might have been jealous.

"Call us whenever you're available. We'll be here for a few more days," Nat called over her shoulder, blowing him a kiss as she left with Anika.

Cedric bristled and turned his attention back to Kyoko with a guilty flush. She tilted her head and stared at her former co-star. This was Uncle Tiger's grandson. He was tall and attractive with an overall American boy charm. In other words, he was a playboy as evident by the two models' intimated behavior with him. She could only imagine what the foreign models meant by the word "play." She doubted that it meant they played some sort of board game together.

"Well, it seems I've taken up enough of your time this morning. Good luck with your work today and I'll see you tonight." He gave her a weak smile and bowed.

On his way out, Kyoko saw him sneak another glance in Honoka's direction but the model didn't look up until the door shut behind him. Honoka caught Kyoko staring at her. She turned away from Kyoko, embarrassed. There were others in the room that watched the departure of the American actor.

…

Cedric slipped into the driver's seat of his car and laid his head on the steering wheel. "I'm such an idiot," he muttered to himself shaking his head. He wanted to curse his fate. This morning's breakfast in her pleasant company seemed like a lifetime ago. He wasn't looking for a relationship anyway but it was nice to talk to someone genuine for a change. She probably wouldn't want to speak to him ever again after today. He never thought that wild night in Japan would come to bite him in the ass like this.

He sat up in his seat and started his car. He'll text her later to see if she wanted to go out for some coffee and pie before she leaves as friends! If she ignored him he would have his answer. Right now, he had more important issues at hand.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, his phone began to ring. He contemplated ignoring the call but knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from his agent. He answered it through the Bluetooth of the car.

"What's up, Jacob? I'm on my way to the studio now." He glanced at the clock on the dash. He would arrive with time to spare if traffic was the usual.

"Okay, good. I was given another revision to the script for you so I wanted you to have to time review it. This director is a fucking pain in the ass this is the second one in less than twenty-four hours."

Cedric chuckled. "It's fine Jac. The changes I looked over last night didn't seem too bad so this next round should be fine."

"Ugh, can't you be mad a little sometimes! You're infuriating."

"You know why I can't."

"Yes, I know but it doesn't mean I agree with it! I swear he's probably being a jerkwad because of a personal grudge or something."

"Probably."

"Hey Jac, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course kid, whatever you need."

"Can you find out Kuu Hizuri's schedule and try to get me a meeting with him?"

"K-Kuu Hizuri, why? You've never been interested in him before."

"Can you get it or not?"

"Fuck yeah. I'm fucking awesome at my job but…"

"But?" Cedric asked, surprised. Why was there a but?

"Anyone else, kid. Anyone else and I'm your guy but I can't make it happen with him."

"Is it because of my father? "

"No, Cal has nothing to do with this."

He gripped the wheel tightly as dread filled his entire body. There was only one other person Cedric could think of that had the clout to sway people on his behalf.

"Jacob, cancel my morning."

"What? Why? What am I supposed to tell the director? He already has it in for you."

"I have faith in your capabilities. There's something I have to do!"

"Cedric, don't do anything stu-!"

Cedric hung up the call and made a sharp U-turn. Tires squealed and horns blared but he didn't care. He needed to know the truth. He downshifted and sped off in the direction of his childhood home.

AN: Thanks for sticking with me! There was a lot of dialogue in this one but I hope you enjoyed it. Poor Cedric, the guy is just getting screwed left and right. Serves him right for picking on my damn boy! I loved reading all your reviews regarding the change of heart for him. I say I never write notes for this story and I just tend to go with the flow hence why it's so minute by minute but I found a character profile I made of Cedric way back when I first started this story (2018 OMG! Where's the end?). My notes are a complete 180 compared to the way he's written now. He was awful and irredeemable and I just wanted to make him drive off a cliff. I have no clue how this sad boy has wormed his way into my heart. I'm excited about Sensei's interpretation. I have a feeling he's still a complete douchebag.

Also, I realized I haven't perv'd in like a hot minute so I had to expand that KuonKyo scene. For any Russian speakers reading, please correct me if I used the wrong words. I depended on google sensei. Rather than use the Cyrillic script, I used the English alphabet version so you can get an idea of what it would sound like if said out loud.

Thank you for always reading and I appreciate all the reviews of the last chapter.

Until next time, Ja ne! ^_^