Skip Beat! Fan Fiction ❯ Skipholic ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: kashuneko 
Anime/Manga: Skip Beat! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.11.2010 | Updated On: 11.16.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 253 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Skip Beat! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.11.2010 | Updated On: 11.16.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 253 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Skipholic
Fandom: Skip Beat, with some xxxHolic xover
Pairing: Kyouko/Ren
Rating: T
Length: 6 chapters.
Summary: Karma has always been better at extracting revenge than humans.
DISC: I do not own Skip Beat or any of the characters. These belong to Nakamura Yoshiki and were originally published in Hana to Yume, and licensed through Viz Media in North America.
I also do not own xxxHolic or any of the characters. These belong to Clamp – those crazy mangaka who make us all practically faint for the shonen-ai and then YANK it out from under us. Clamp, if I can have one request, it’s to give us some DouWata love by the end of this series! PLEASE!
Chapter 3
Grabbing her bike, she rode as if the devil himself were on her heels.
There was too much to think about, her head was spinning. The grudges were circling, too.
She must have misheard. There’s no way Tsuruga-san could be in love with her. He’d said it though. That night at his apartment.
But they were acting. He… She MUST have heard wrong. Misunderstood.
“Mogami Kyouko, I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. I’m in love with you.”
Okay. Well. That wasn’t much open to misinterpretation, was it? But… was he just acting? Acting what? And why? It couldn’t be.
He couldn’t imagine his life without her, huh? Well, so what? For that matter, she couldn’t imagine her life without him, either. That didn’t mean she loved him… She didn’t love ANYone. And wouldn’t. She’d sworn. If she loved someone, she’d just end up hurt again.
And regardless of that, it didn’t mean he loved her like THAT.
“I want her so badly... All I think about is the way she feels in my arms, her lips, the way she smells, her eyes looking at me…”
Right, there would be no thinking about that. None. It made her feel like he was breathing on her neck, in her hair.
This was too... too much. Love? Love was nothing but pain. That was what Sho had taught her. He’d used her – treated her like a servant. He’d never cared about her at all. She quit school, followed him to another city, worked three jobs to support him. And all he ever did was lash out at her. He’d never, ever cared. She’d have done anything for him. Anything.
“When it comes to Kyouko, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
That was… it sounded like… something she would have said about Sho back then. She set aside everything she wanted and now, Tsuruga-san…
“I love her. I’ll do anything I can to support her.”
He’d do anything. That… That was a lot of pressure on her. What if she couldn’t return his feelings? Would it be as if she were… like Sho? She couldn’t stand that. He’d end up hating her. NO! That wasn’t… She didn’t want that. Couldn’t he just stay her friend?
“I’d rather have Kyouko stay my friend than hurt her.”
There. There. It would be okay. Because he was okay with staying her friend. They could stay friends and…
“I want her so badly.”
Her heart flipped in her chest again. He… wanted…
Could she really ignore that he felt more for her than friendship and put it all aside? That really would be acting like Sho. Putting her feelings first and letting him think…
“My feelings aren’t important if they’ll hurt her.”
No. His feelings were important. He had feelings. But… But, he was so… self-condemning. It didn’t make any kind of sense.
“It’s just not possible for someone like me…”
It hurt her brain to think about it. Tsuruga Ren didn’t think he was good enough for her? Ludicrous! He was her sempai – he was smart and kind and amazing and talented. He was so far above her that when he stood so close to her, like that night, she could feel her heart racing to keep up. Who was she in comparison? She was just Kyouko. Stupid Kyouko who’d never even had friends EVER until recently. No parents, no friends – only Sho, and he’d only been using her. She was nothing. Nothing… It was like he had things backwards.
“Back when her mother was abusing her and that piece of shit was already ordering her around, she was strong and independent – and honorable.”
Honorable? How would he know whether she was honorable? How did he know what she was like as a kid? Had she talked to him about it? …No. She hadn’t. She really hadn’t told him much of anything about herself… So how had he known…
“She’d take things on herself, hide in the woods and cry, blaming herself, rather than worry that jerk with her tears.”
There was only one person who knew that – other than herself. Only she and…
“You don’t know who I am, who I’ve been.”
All of a sudden, it became clear. Lighten his hair. Add some fairy wings… And a ready smile – instead of that occasional, usually hidden one… Oh, that smile that he showed so infrequently. It was the smile of…
Corn. Our Fairy Prince.
Tsuruga Ren is Corn.
Dancing with her in the moonlight in her dreams, the dark hair, and Corn…
He’s Corn. He never said…
“Corn is a proper adult now. He found his wings. He can properly fly.”
And she’d felt so relieved, because when he said it, she’d known it was true. He’d finally… become free.
“Father’s fingers are too wide, I can’t fly…”
Father. She smiled sadly. She couldn’t think about the word father now without thinking of Hizuri Kuu.
…and his son, Kuon.
Oh, no.
Kuon.
Which when pronounced with an American accent sounded like…
Corn.
Oh, gods. Tsuruga Ren is Hizuri Kuon, son of Hizuri Kuu.
“You don’t know who I am, who I’ve been.”
Kuon. Corn. I modeled my Kuon after Corn and it actually was.
Oh, god. Father. You… you never told me, either.
And I jumped right in front of Ren and called myself him. I’m such an idiot. No wonder he was in such shock.
He must have been laughing at me the whole time.
But he... He said I’d gotten the emotions pretty much right. Didn’t he?
Why didn’t he tell me…
All this time, he was Corn… And…
Corn. I’ve missed him so much. Holding on that stone that he gave me…
Oh. At LME. When I dropped the magic stone and he found it. He said, “This is…” and looked at me. He knew. He knew right then.
All this time, lying to me. I thought… I thought we’d become friends. Even when he picked on me so much. Smiling at me with his furious fake smile. What else has he faked? When he kissed me… was that fake, too? Or was the acting…
“I’ll do anything I can to support her.”
God. He… He’s helped us more than anyone else, too. Finding Mio and Natsu… Kisses that melt my knees…
And Queen Rosa. Princess Rosa… He…
“When it comes to Kyouko, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
What am I going to do?
Corn…
It hurts. I don’t know what to do.
She stumbled blindly off her bike, into the restaurant, up the stairs. Falling into routine, she washed her face, changed, and tumbled into bed. Usually she laid the pouch with her magic stone right on the nightstand, but tonight, the stone was in her hands. Clutching it, she rubbed it and held it up to capture the moonlight that was filtering in through the window.
The light it captured twinkled, with an indigo cast instead of the electric blue it captured in the sun. “What should I do?” she whispered as if the stone might magically answer her. When no response came, she clutched it to her chest, holding it tightly until she fell asleep.
Her grudges were all clinging to her in desperation. Except 9, which continued to flit about her head, whispering things to her as she slept.
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Fandom: Skip Beat, with some xxxHolic xover
Pairing: Kyouko/Ren
Rating: T
Length: 6 chapters.
Summary: Karma has always been better at extracting revenge than humans.
DISC: I do not own Skip Beat or any of the characters. These belong to Nakamura Yoshiki and were originally published in Hana to Yume, and licensed through Viz Media in North America.
I also do not own xxxHolic or any of the characters. These belong to Clamp – those crazy mangaka who make us all practically faint for the shonen-ai and then YANK it out from under us. Clamp, if I can have one request, it’s to give us some DouWata love by the end of this series! PLEASE!
Chapter 3
Grabbing her bike, she rode as if the devil himself were on her heels.
There was too much to think about, her head was spinning. The grudges were circling, too.
She must have misheard. There’s no way Tsuruga-san could be in love with her. He’d said it though. That night at his apartment.
But they were acting. He… She MUST have heard wrong. Misunderstood.
“Mogami Kyouko, I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. I’m in love with you.”
Okay. Well. That wasn’t much open to misinterpretation, was it? But… was he just acting? Acting what? And why? It couldn’t be.
He couldn’t imagine his life without her, huh? Well, so what? For that matter, she couldn’t imagine her life without him, either. That didn’t mean she loved him… She didn’t love ANYone. And wouldn’t. She’d sworn. If she loved someone, she’d just end up hurt again.
And regardless of that, it didn’t mean he loved her like THAT.
“I want her so badly... All I think about is the way she feels in my arms, her lips, the way she smells, her eyes looking at me…”
Right, there would be no thinking about that. None. It made her feel like he was breathing on her neck, in her hair.
This was too... too much. Love? Love was nothing but pain. That was what Sho had taught her. He’d used her – treated her like a servant. He’d never cared about her at all. She quit school, followed him to another city, worked three jobs to support him. And all he ever did was lash out at her. He’d never, ever cared. She’d have done anything for him. Anything.
“When it comes to Kyouko, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
That was… it sounded like… something she would have said about Sho back then. She set aside everything she wanted and now, Tsuruga-san…
“I love her. I’ll do anything I can to support her.”
He’d do anything. That… That was a lot of pressure on her. What if she couldn’t return his feelings? Would it be as if she were… like Sho? She couldn’t stand that. He’d end up hating her. NO! That wasn’t… She didn’t want that. Couldn’t he just stay her friend?
“I’d rather have Kyouko stay my friend than hurt her.”
There. There. It would be okay. Because he was okay with staying her friend. They could stay friends and…
“I want her so badly.”
Her heart flipped in her chest again. He… wanted…
Could she really ignore that he felt more for her than friendship and put it all aside? That really would be acting like Sho. Putting her feelings first and letting him think…
“My feelings aren’t important if they’ll hurt her.”
No. His feelings were important. He had feelings. But… But, he was so… self-condemning. It didn’t make any kind of sense.
“It’s just not possible for someone like me…”
It hurt her brain to think about it. Tsuruga Ren didn’t think he was good enough for her? Ludicrous! He was her sempai – he was smart and kind and amazing and talented. He was so far above her that when he stood so close to her, like that night, she could feel her heart racing to keep up. Who was she in comparison? She was just Kyouko. Stupid Kyouko who’d never even had friends EVER until recently. No parents, no friends – only Sho, and he’d only been using her. She was nothing. Nothing… It was like he had things backwards.
“Back when her mother was abusing her and that piece of shit was already ordering her around, she was strong and independent – and honorable.”
Honorable? How would he know whether she was honorable? How did he know what she was like as a kid? Had she talked to him about it? …No. She hadn’t. She really hadn’t told him much of anything about herself… So how had he known…
“She’d take things on herself, hide in the woods and cry, blaming herself, rather than worry that jerk with her tears.”
There was only one person who knew that – other than herself. Only she and…
“You don’t know who I am, who I’ve been.”
All of a sudden, it became clear. Lighten his hair. Add some fairy wings… And a ready smile – instead of that occasional, usually hidden one… Oh, that smile that he showed so infrequently. It was the smile of…
Corn. Our Fairy Prince.
Tsuruga Ren is Corn.
Dancing with her in the moonlight in her dreams, the dark hair, and Corn…
He’s Corn. He never said…
“Corn is a proper adult now. He found his wings. He can properly fly.”
And she’d felt so relieved, because when he said it, she’d known it was true. He’d finally… become free.
“Father’s fingers are too wide, I can’t fly…”
Father. She smiled sadly. She couldn’t think about the word father now without thinking of Hizuri Kuu.
…and his son, Kuon.
Oh, no.
Kuon.
Which when pronounced with an American accent sounded like…
Corn.
Oh, gods. Tsuruga Ren is Hizuri Kuon, son of Hizuri Kuu.
“You don’t know who I am, who I’ve been.”
Kuon. Corn. I modeled my Kuon after Corn and it actually was.
Oh, god. Father. You… you never told me, either.
And I jumped right in front of Ren and called myself him. I’m such an idiot. No wonder he was in such shock.
He must have been laughing at me the whole time.
But he... He said I’d gotten the emotions pretty much right. Didn’t he?
Why didn’t he tell me…
All this time, he was Corn… And…
Corn. I’ve missed him so much. Holding on that stone that he gave me…
Oh. At LME. When I dropped the magic stone and he found it. He said, “This is…” and looked at me. He knew. He knew right then.
All this time, lying to me. I thought… I thought we’d become friends. Even when he picked on me so much. Smiling at me with his furious fake smile. What else has he faked? When he kissed me… was that fake, too? Or was the acting…
“I’ll do anything I can to support her.”
God. He… He’s helped us more than anyone else, too. Finding Mio and Natsu… Kisses that melt my knees…
And Queen Rosa. Princess Rosa… He…
“When it comes to Kyouko, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
What am I going to do?
Corn…
It hurts. I don’t know what to do.
She stumbled blindly off her bike, into the restaurant, up the stairs. Falling into routine, she washed her face, changed, and tumbled into bed. Usually she laid the pouch with her magic stone right on the nightstand, but tonight, the stone was in her hands. Clutching it, she rubbed it and held it up to capture the moonlight that was filtering in through the window.
The light it captured twinkled, with an indigo cast instead of the electric blue it captured in the sun. “What should I do?” she whispered as if the stone might magically answer her. When no response came, she clutched it to her chest, holding it tightly until she fell asleep.
Her grudges were all clinging to her in desperation. Except 9, which continued to flit about her head, whispering things to her as she slept.
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