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Fine Things (Skip Beat! Ren/Kyoko)
Title: Fine Things
Author: anenko
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Prompt: 11th - Skip Beat!, Ren/Kyoko- blushing; "He's giving himself away, but she's just so cute."
Note: This prompt was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. While it calls for Ren's PoV, I simply could not manage to get anywhere with him as the focal character. My apologies.
The dress was a thing of beauty: generously lined with lace and ruffled, with sequins glittered merrily from the bodice. It was perfection given physical form. It was, Kyoko thought joyfully, hers.
"Isn't it wonderful, Mr. Tsuruga?" Kyoko said, voice low and reverent as she handled the material of her skirt. She could almost see the fairies who would have worked on such a masterpiece: their wings tiny and glittering brightly as they fluttered over the dress, needles flashing, their sweet voices raised in song.
Mr. Tsuruga smiled, very gently. "It certainly is," he said, "eye-catching, Miss Mogami."
Kyoko beamed at Mr. Tsuruga, her face flushed with pleasure. Of course a gentleman like Mr. Tsuruga would be able to appreciate Kyoko's current finery. Why, hadn't he stopped short and stared when Kyoko first entered the room? Mr. Tsuruga had recovered quickly--he was Japan's number one celebrity for good reason!--but Kyoko had almost been able to feel the weight of his gaze.
Her heart fluttered oddly at the memory.
The dress truly was magical: even the stirring of Kyoko's dark and cold heart wasn't enough to dampen her joy. Had she not fought for this moment for years? And now--now!--Kyoko was a princess. Kyoko flung her arms out and twirled. The skirt was too heavy to flare properly, but slid across her legs in a way that made Kyoko tremble with delight.
Kyoko came to a slow stop, her chest heaving.
Mr. Tsuruga was watching her, lips fixed in an odd half-smile, his cheeks flushed.
"Mr. Tsuruga? Is something wrong?"
He shook his head, smile taking a more familiar shape. "You reminded me of a girl I used to know, a very long time ago. She would have appreciated your dress, I'm sure."
--end
Author: anenko
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Prompt: 11th - Skip Beat!, Ren/Kyoko- blushing; "He's giving himself away, but she's just so cute."
Note: This prompt was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. While it calls for Ren's PoV, I simply could not manage to get anywhere with him as the focal character. My apologies.
The dress was a thing of beauty: generously lined with lace and ruffled, with sequins glittered merrily from the bodice. It was perfection given physical form. It was, Kyoko thought joyfully, hers.
"Isn't it wonderful, Mr. Tsuruga?" Kyoko said, voice low and reverent as she handled the material of her skirt. She could almost see the fairies who would have worked on such a masterpiece: their wings tiny and glittering brightly as they fluttered over the dress, needles flashing, their sweet voices raised in song.
Mr. Tsuruga smiled, very gently. "It certainly is," he said, "eye-catching, Miss Mogami."
Kyoko beamed at Mr. Tsuruga, her face flushed with pleasure. Of course a gentleman like Mr. Tsuruga would be able to appreciate Kyoko's current finery. Why, hadn't he stopped short and stared when Kyoko first entered the room? Mr. Tsuruga had recovered quickly--he was Japan's number one celebrity for good reason!--but Kyoko had almost been able to feel the weight of his gaze.
Her heart fluttered oddly at the memory.
The dress truly was magical: even the stirring of Kyoko's dark and cold heart wasn't enough to dampen her joy. Had she not fought for this moment for years? And now--now!--Kyoko was a princess. Kyoko flung her arms out and twirled. The skirt was too heavy to flare properly, but slid across her legs in a way that made Kyoko tremble with delight.
Kyoko came to a slow stop, her chest heaving.
Mr. Tsuruga was watching her, lips fixed in an odd half-smile, his cheeks flushed.
"Mr. Tsuruga? Is something wrong?"
He shook his head, smile taking a more familiar shape. "You reminded me of a girl I used to know, a very long time ago. She would have appreciated your dress, I'm sure."
--end