I do not own Skip Beat! Thank you Nakamura Yoshiki for all of your inspiration and sharing your wonderful talents.

Secrets

Chapter One

Kyoko Mogami was a 15 year old normal girl at one time with grand dreams of marrying her Prince Charming one day. Yes, she was a little shy when it came to men and yes, she was a bit cautious when it came to things to do with the opposite sex. She loved her Shotaro, her Prince, very much and was more than willing to do anything she could to please him or, give him anything he wanted. So on her 16th birthday, she did just that. It was the one and only thing she had that she could give freely to him for Christmas, they would be married one day after all. He didn't care that it was very precious to her, it wasn't to him. He had already given his away long before they left together for Tokyo and it was hers to give. It was her responsibility to make sure that no mistakes were made when she gave it, in his opinion. So... It wasn't his fault that plain, boring woman, so much like his mother, might get knocked-up. Besides if she was so willing with him, how many other men was she willing to with? This is what really broke the camel's back and sent a box of food flying at the couple's heads, filled with food and early pregnancy hormones to splatter on the wall behind them in a vivid mess of ketchup, mustard and chocolate milkshake.

Seven months later, in late August, a beautiful raven haired, golden eyed little boy was born by the name of Kuon Mogami. She liked the name, it reminded her of her Fairy Prince Corn and thankfully he had his mother's eyes, hair and most of her other features. The name of the father would forever remain unwritten on the birth certificate and a little boy would have a doting mother, that a month later, would join the world of entertainment. She would vow to take vengeance upon Sho Fuwa but, her other reason would be so that she could give her son the life that she never had. One filled with material wealth and maternal love in spades. Sho had hardened her heart, but her little Kuon-chan softened it like a medicinal balm on an open wound. However, the wound would remain forever and unforgiving.

She had failed the entrance audition, but for her son she would persist. In the end she finally made it and was now sitting in Lory Takarada's office accepting the fact that she would happily start from the very, very bottom of the entertainment industry. As the doors to the palatial office closed behind her new manager Sawara-san she turned to Lory Takarada and asked, "Takarada-san, may I have a word with you?"

He nodded, "What is it Mogami-kun?"

Quietly and very sheepishly she began to tell him. She wanted no secrets between her and this man that seemed to genuinely want to help her. "I... um.. I have a secret that you should know about, but I don't wish for anyone else to find out until it can no longer can be hidden."

He cocked an eyebrow and motioned for her to sit. "Mogami-kun, our world is filled with secrets. I will help you in any way that I can."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Well.. you see... I... I have a son. He'll be six weeks old tomorrow. I will do anything that I can to make it in this industry but, I need to be there for him too. I don't want to be the mother that mine was."

Lory fell into deep thought. "Will that be a problem sir?"

He looked up at her and smiled gently. "No my dear, not at all. If you like, you may bring him with you. We do have a daycare center here at LME and they are quite attentive and filled with all of the love and care that he will require." She felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. Now all she had to do is make sure they never missed the bus.

Things went rather quickly after that. Every day she would arrive early and work hard. At noon she would visit the daycare center and spend time with her little Kuon-chan and in the evening they would take a taxi home, eat dinner and prepare for the next day. It was during these times of working hard that she had become acquainted with Ren Tsuruga, Kanae Kotonami, Yukihito Yashiro and Maria Takarada. Four of her closest friends and they still didn't know her. She had nearly been exposed when working as Ren Tsuruga's temporary manager. It nearly killed her to have to quickly slip out and take Kuon-chan home and leave him for the night with the Okami. She felt horrible about taking advantage of their kindness and felt even worse for being away from her son overnight. Her study guides, that night as she sat at Tsuruga-san's coffee table studying as he slept, were nearly soaked in tears. Ren misunderstood her quiet distress and thought it was due to her mother being a perfectionist. Oh if he had only known... He probably would have hunted that bastard Fuwa down himself and ripped him limb from limb the next day. She was, after all, still his little Kyoko-chan and nothing would ever change that.

Quickly her star began to take off. She got the Curara CM, then soon after that an unsuspecting Sho Fuwa's producer offered her a roll in his PV. Now... She looked nothing like the little girl that he had so brutally tossed aside. Thanks to little Kuon, she had filled out nicely. Her bust had grown two sizes and her hips were now noticeable. Her waist was still curvaceous and tiny and her legs were long and lean from all of the walking that she did when it was nice out. Now, she was at least an inch taller, so here she was, a nicely filled out young mother that was a bit taller than most of the Japanese women, that Sho so reverently worshiped and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him unless it was to further her career.

"Well, he can at least do this much for us." She glowered as she waited in the empty conference room.

"I've come for you. They gave you the wrong room number." He told her as he examined her for familiarity.

"Oh! Fuwa-chi! So nice to meet you." She giggled with fake enthusiasm as she fought the overwhelming desire to rip the skin off his face and feed it to him. There are so many deliciously evil things that ran through her mind as he tested her identity when walking down the halls of the studio. All of which involved removing bits of his male anatomy and putting them in horrid places that wouldn't be very comfortable for him. She snorted at the imagery.

Her biggest mistake was flicking that salt at him for Mimori's sake. Oh you stupid, naive little whore. She thought grimly. He is going to have so much fun with you. Maybe I can stop this before it starts. She then flicked the salt at him and gave him a knowing look. That's what gave her away. There would be many a time that day after his little discovery and the teasing that he put her through, that he would hear the words, "Go fuck yourself." and he would be stunned beyond words. She was definitely not the Kyoko he knew. She was a firebrand and he liked it! Although, he certainly wouldn't admit it just yet.