The Morning After
This fan fiction begins after chapter 197 in the original manga (Setsu and Cain Heel arch).
What have I done. What the hell have I done.
Kyoko sat cross-legged on the hotel room floor, her gaze silently tracing the carpet's floral design. Originally, she had planned obeying orders and taking a shower, but as soon as Tsugura-san walked out the door, she inexplicably froze.
Well, she thought to herself with an innocent pout on her heated face, technically, I didn't do anything. It was Setsu. She shook her head. Why Setsu!? Why must you have such a strange relationship with Tsugura-san your brother? WHY?
Even if they were acting, Kyoko knew in her heart she wouldn't be able to seriously face him for a while. Probably a long while.
She sighed in frustration and laid on the floor.
"Tsugura-san, I'm so sorry," she covered her face with her hands and tried to diminish the heat from her cheeks, but as she replayed the night's events slowly, she couldn't help but blush the whole way through.
Sensing her despair, Kyoko's inner demons slithered their way out.
" It's all his fault!" they chanted in unison. "He is such a play boy. Don't worry, Kyoko-chan, we'll get him." Giggling, they began twisting and floating with anticipation.
Kyoko reached out and snatched them all. "No. no, I was at fault too." She admitted sadly. They frowned and looked at her.
"It's not like you did anything wrong, though," one of them reminded, stroking her hair soothingly. " You stayed in character. That was your job."
Kyoko gave a simple nod.
Right. She stayed in character. That was what mattered in the end.
She sat up.
"Speaking of staying in character…"
Did Tsugura-san actually break character back there? After Shotaro's call?
Her mind replayed the events once more.
Tsusgura-san snatching the phone away from her hand and throwing it unto the wall, shattering it into pieces. His intimidating aura as he approached her and accused her of lingering feelings for Sho. His sudden provocative movements and words that ultimately lead to the night's outcome.
He must have had a reason. A good one. He would never break character without a reason.
"Perhaps he was jealous?" suggested a single baby blue demon.
She blinked, pondering the thought. Then stifled a laugh. "That's not possible. Why would he be jealous? I'm just his junior."
Besides, he already likes somebody she added silently, remembering the conversations they had in her Bo the Chicken costume.
For whatever reason, the thought made her sad. The thought of him being with other women bothered her. Angered her. Was it because she was possessive of her sempai? She wanted his amazing acting skills to herself?
That had to be the reason. What she felt wasn't jealousy at all. Was it possession?
"Isn't that the same thing?" asked a demon. Another one slapped it furiously. "Of course not!"
"If it were," another one continued, "that means…" they looked at her.
She was breathing heavily now, struggling to get a hold of herself. Of her feelings. Of her heart.
No. I don't have feeling for him.
And I am most definitely NOT in love.
The night sky was filled with scattered diamond stars, stars that shone their bright lights under the silent, sleeping city. The air was chilled, normal for the approaching fall season. The convenient store was only a few blocks away, so walking was actually soothing for him. A chance to calm down his erratic nerves and wondering thoughts.
What had she told me to buy? Salad? Breadsticks? Salad for the breadsticks?
Ren sighed and continued down the endless aisles. He seldom did any shopping; most of his food came from either Yashiro, or the president. He didn't see the point in crowding around in a tiny room filled with mixed odors and rude people. Not to mention his popularity status makes it near impossible to go out anyway. Thank god for Cain Heel, he thought to himself.
He grabbed salad ingredients anyway, not wanting to get into trouble. Bread also. Just to be safe.
I kind of like this. With every step Ren took, people would take one back, obviously intimidated by his persona. No one asking for a picture or autographs. Or crowding around me. I don't have to fake any emotions.
The only thing he wasn't much of a fan of was all the dirty glares. Or the fact this costume reminded him too much of Kuon.
"I'm loving it." Kuon whispered in his mind. "Finally, I get to at least see a little light."
No you don't. You are my past. We might be teaming up in a way, but that doesn't mean you get to show yourself. Ren reminded silently.
"No wonder you still can't get Kyoko-chan. Why are you so damn uptight?"
Ren gave Kuon a mental shove and continued toward the cash register.
I'm not like that….I just like order.
Kuon's words echoed through him. "No wonder you still can't get Kyoko-chan…"
His hand subconsciously went to the small bruise on his neck.
Was that Kyoko? Was that…Setsu? Does Kyoko even see me like that? Or is she too innocent to even think that way?
He smiled a little. Of course she's too innocent.
"You are a lost cause," sighed Kuon.
Stopping in his tracks, Ren hesitantly turned around.
"Are you all having a nice night?" Sho smiled his usual, arrogant smile and stared right at Ren.
"Because," he added, " I sure am having an interesting one."