Skip Beat! Fan Fiction ❯ Skipholic ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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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: 1.3K | Visits: 267 | 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: 1.3K | Visits: 267 | 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 4
“Worthless!” Her mother’s voice still echoed in her ears as she sat on the ground under a tree, crying. In her hand was a beautiful red rose of enormous size.
It was true that she wasn’t good for much. But she tried so very hard. Why would no one ever love her?
Movement and thump in front of her startled her from her tears and she looked up to see a beautiful blond boy in front of her.
“Did you know that if you water that kind of rose with your tears, it will create magic stones that can cure whatever makes you sad?”
She shook her head. “It will?”
The boy nodded.
“Are you a fairy prince?” she asked – really, there was no other explanation for the sudden appearance, falling from the sky, of so beautiful a boy.
He just smiled at her. “I bet you’ve watered this one enough by now that there’s probably a stone already being formed. Here,” he held his hand out, “let me see.”
Kyouko handed him the rose.
“Ah, I was right.” He wiggled his fingers and somehow pulled out a blue stone. “See! This type of stone magically absorbs all your feelings of sadness. Then, when you hold it up to the light, the sun burns all the sorrow away.” He handed the stone to her. When she held it up, it shifted from a blue rock into a beautiful, tear-drop shaped pink crystal, and she gasped.
“Magic!” she breathed. “You’re magic, aren’t you.”
He shrugged. “I think you’re the one who’s magic,” he said softly. “The most magical girl ever in this or any world.”
She blushed, and he reached out and took her hand. They walked side by side in the moonlight. Finally, he stopped her and turned her to face him. “I’m sorry I left you for so long. I… Do you hate me?”
“I…” she hesitated.
A voice called from the other side of the woods, “Kyouko! Where the hell are you?!”
“Sho,” she said.
He grimaced. “He always had your heart. Even back then. I… I just want you to be happy, Kyouko.” He turned as if to walk away.
It was happening again. He was going to leave her. The years without him – she’d been so lonely. No one could ever take his place – her fairy prince. She stood up and grabbed him by the arm. “NO! Don’t leave! Not again.”
He turned to her and gazed into her eyes. His own were ablaze with want and sorrow and restraint. One hand stroked her cheek. “Corn,” she whispered. His lips looked so soft and moist, and they were, she found, as she pressed her lips against his. Strong arms wrapped around her and she collapsed into his embrace. “Oh, Ren.”
All those times in the past when he’d carried her – oh, he was warm and her curves matched his angles and it felt so right. Her own hands began stroking up and down his back and her lips parted and his tongue entered her mouth – but she couldn’t taste this kiss, which was a little weird, but who cared when tingles were running through her torso out to her extremities.
Her hands were under his shirt on his bare back, oh, the silkiness of his skin, and now she was on fire. His hands found her breasts and instead of being embarrassed, she arched into the touch.
The kiss broke and he kissed down her neck, whispering, “I love you, I love you,” and all she could think was, “I never felt like this about Sho. I want… more. More.” Her hands pushed fabric off his shoulders and her lips began kissing shoulder, neck, chest. Had Sho done this kind of thing with Shouko? And then, it was Sho kissing her and she shuddered in revulsion.
“No!” she exclaimed, striking him with her fists, pushing him away.
“Give it up,” he retorted smugly. “A nothing like you will never get another chance at someone like me.”
With a solid upper cut, she exclaimed, “I don’t WANT you!” She pulled her shirt, which had been worked open, closed and took off running. Through the forest, like the wind, she ran. Tree branches whipped at her limbs, leaving marks where they struck her. And then it was a sea of lights – so hot, lights swirling, on the set and Corn was there, and he was kissing – oh, he was kissing Mizuki as if she were the very air he needed to breathe. Stumbling to a stop, she grasped at her heart. Oh, god, it hurt. It hurt.
He’d said he was in love with her, but-
And then, “Cut!” rang through the air and he let the actress go. He turned to Kyouko, and it was Corn smiling, it was Ren. Then, he was picking her up and swinging her around, capturing her lips.
“God, I want you. I want you. Only you.” And his lips were on hers again, as if to erase the taste of that actress. Lips travelled up her neck, to her ear as he whispered her name, his voice filled with love, “Kyouko.” She wrapped her arms around him and his hands on her shoulders began shaking her. “Kyouko…”
“KYOUKO!” The shaking grew more violent and she awoke with a start.
“Kyouko, dear. If you don’t get up now, you’re going to be late to your job.”
Blinking, she gasped. Then looked down to see in her sleep, she’d not only held onto the blue stone, she’d grasped the pink stone on her necklace as well.
But the Okami was correct. She needed to go. Nodding, she got up. The dream had made such sense while she was in it. Yet, now...
She needed to figure out what those kisses and that tingly feeling she’d had in her dream meant. One thing was certain, she’d never felt anything quite like that before. The closest had been when Ren had leaned over after eating her Valentine’s day gift. Oh. Yeah.
Her own words came back to her. “Those feelings are the precursor to love.”
Her heart thumped loudly. So strange. Light-headed, she wondered if maybe she was starting to become ill.
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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 4
“Worthless!” Her mother’s voice still echoed in her ears as she sat on the ground under a tree, crying. In her hand was a beautiful red rose of enormous size.
It was true that she wasn’t good for much. But she tried so very hard. Why would no one ever love her?
Movement and thump in front of her startled her from her tears and she looked up to see a beautiful blond boy in front of her.
“Did you know that if you water that kind of rose with your tears, it will create magic stones that can cure whatever makes you sad?”
She shook her head. “It will?”
The boy nodded.
“Are you a fairy prince?” she asked – really, there was no other explanation for the sudden appearance, falling from the sky, of so beautiful a boy.
He just smiled at her. “I bet you’ve watered this one enough by now that there’s probably a stone already being formed. Here,” he held his hand out, “let me see.”
Kyouko handed him the rose.
“Ah, I was right.” He wiggled his fingers and somehow pulled out a blue stone. “See! This type of stone magically absorbs all your feelings of sadness. Then, when you hold it up to the light, the sun burns all the sorrow away.” He handed the stone to her. When she held it up, it shifted from a blue rock into a beautiful, tear-drop shaped pink crystal, and she gasped.
“Magic!” she breathed. “You’re magic, aren’t you.”
He shrugged. “I think you’re the one who’s magic,” he said softly. “The most magical girl ever in this or any world.”
She blushed, and he reached out and took her hand. They walked side by side in the moonlight. Finally, he stopped her and turned her to face him. “I’m sorry I left you for so long. I… Do you hate me?”
“I…” she hesitated.
A voice called from the other side of the woods, “Kyouko! Where the hell are you?!”
“Sho,” she said.
He grimaced. “He always had your heart. Even back then. I… I just want you to be happy, Kyouko.” He turned as if to walk away.
It was happening again. He was going to leave her. The years without him – she’d been so lonely. No one could ever take his place – her fairy prince. She stood up and grabbed him by the arm. “NO! Don’t leave! Not again.”
He turned to her and gazed into her eyes. His own were ablaze with want and sorrow and restraint. One hand stroked her cheek. “Corn,” she whispered. His lips looked so soft and moist, and they were, she found, as she pressed her lips against his. Strong arms wrapped around her and she collapsed into his embrace. “Oh, Ren.”
All those times in the past when he’d carried her – oh, he was warm and her curves matched his angles and it felt so right. Her own hands began stroking up and down his back and her lips parted and his tongue entered her mouth – but she couldn’t taste this kiss, which was a little weird, but who cared when tingles were running through her torso out to her extremities.
Her hands were under his shirt on his bare back, oh, the silkiness of his skin, and now she was on fire. His hands found her breasts and instead of being embarrassed, she arched into the touch.
The kiss broke and he kissed down her neck, whispering, “I love you, I love you,” and all she could think was, “I never felt like this about Sho. I want… more. More.” Her hands pushed fabric off his shoulders and her lips began kissing shoulder, neck, chest. Had Sho done this kind of thing with Shouko? And then, it was Sho kissing her and she shuddered in revulsion.
“No!” she exclaimed, striking him with her fists, pushing him away.
“Give it up,” he retorted smugly. “A nothing like you will never get another chance at someone like me.”
With a solid upper cut, she exclaimed, “I don’t WANT you!” She pulled her shirt, which had been worked open, closed and took off running. Through the forest, like the wind, she ran. Tree branches whipped at her limbs, leaving marks where they struck her. And then it was a sea of lights – so hot, lights swirling, on the set and Corn was there, and he was kissing – oh, he was kissing Mizuki as if she were the very air he needed to breathe. Stumbling to a stop, she grasped at her heart. Oh, god, it hurt. It hurt.
He’d said he was in love with her, but-
And then, “Cut!” rang through the air and he let the actress go. He turned to Kyouko, and it was Corn smiling, it was Ren. Then, he was picking her up and swinging her around, capturing her lips.
“God, I want you. I want you. Only you.” And his lips were on hers again, as if to erase the taste of that actress. Lips travelled up her neck, to her ear as he whispered her name, his voice filled with love, “Kyouko.” She wrapped her arms around him and his hands on her shoulders began shaking her. “Kyouko…”
“KYOUKO!” The shaking grew more violent and she awoke with a start.
“Kyouko, dear. If you don’t get up now, you’re going to be late to your job.”
Blinking, she gasped. Then looked down to see in her sleep, she’d not only held onto the blue stone, she’d grasped the pink stone on her necklace as well.
But the Okami was correct. She needed to go. Nodding, she got up. The dream had made such sense while she was in it. Yet, now...
She needed to figure out what those kisses and that tingly feeling she’d had in her dream meant. One thing was certain, she’d never felt anything quite like that before. The closest had been when Ren had leaned over after eating her Valentine’s day gift. Oh. Yeah.
Her own words came back to her. “Those feelings are the precursor to love.”
Her heart thumped loudly. So strange. Light-headed, she wondered if maybe she was starting to become ill.
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