Two stories at once?! Very impressive for someone as lazy as I am. Thanks for coming to check it out.

Argh.
Don't you hate it when you think you made up something pretty awesome until you realize it's kind of already been done before?
I suddenly got this idea for a fanfiction, but after I typed it, I realized there were some similarities to ZionX's "Reincarnation." Ahhhhhhh! I can't believe that I just did this! I assure you though, this story isn't the same as that one, although it kinda starts out the same and has some of the same ideas.

Just keep reading, I'm so sorry ZionX. I promise I won't plagiarize.

Ren stared at the headline television as if it had announced the end of the world. He could scarcely breathe let alone think. He barely had the sense to call his manager. "Yashiro, turn on the news! NOW!" he yelled into the phone.

"R-Ren, what's wrong?"

"Just listen to me and turn on the damned news!"

Yashiro was taken aback by Ren's rage. "O-okay..." The same message that Ren's morning was greeted with haunted Yashiro's mind:

"ACTRESSES KYOKO MOGAMI AND KANAE KOTONAMI KIDNAPPED." The female news anchor continued with the story, "Kyoko Mogami and Kanae Kotonami, fellow actresses of LME, were last seen in a local clothing store in Tokyo. Security footage shows that the two were forced into a vehicle outside of a nearby electronics store. Here's the clip from the scene." Please don't be Kyoko or Kotonami. Please don't be Kyoko or Kotonami. The words echoed in Yashiro's head. However, the two in the video were indeed the two people he had hoped they wouldn't be. Both Ren and Yashiro watched with horror as the two were grabbed by a total of three masked individuals and chloroformed from behind. As the two collapsed into their captors' arms, the third person opened a car door. The two were thrown inside, and the group made a speedy getaway. "As of yet, no ransom has been made, and there is no trace of the car. Anyone with useful information should call and notify the police."

"Oh my God... Ren..." was all Yashiro could manage. Both were on the brink of tears, a rare event, especially for Ren. Each had had the most precious person to him taken away in the blink of an eye without certainty of their safe returns. They both sank into a pit of nothingness, reducing themselves to little more than a shell of their former selves.

They agreed to meet up at LME to see President Takarada. By the time they arrived, both had had their share of alcohol. They swayed past the photographers and reporters that had mobbed LME. They staggered into Lory's office, barely making it without tripping. "Takarada-san!" Ren shouted as they entered. They looked around the room for him, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Takarada-san, where are you?" Yashiro pleaded questioningly.

"...o aw...," a muffled voice replied.

"Hello?" Yashiro questioned.

"Go away!" Lory answered. Ren and Yashiro traced the voice to behind a desk where Lory sat on the floor, huddled in the fetal position and looking crushed. He looked at the two people who met his gaze inquisitively. "Oh, I'm sorry... I thought you were reporters... Ren... Yashiro... I'm sorry...," Lory apologized as his head hung even more than it had been.

"So... It's true then..." Ren's legs gave way and he nearly fell.

Yashiro relinquished his facade and began silently weeping on the ground.

"Haven't you seen the video? Of course it's true... Still no ransom call either... It's... It's just not fair... Those two girls never did anything wrong...," he sobbed quietly into his hands. "Not fair..."

"Don't speak about them as if they're dead," Ren tried. "We have to find them! When we get that call, we'll get them back. It's only a matter of time."

"Ren... If by some chance we happen to get that call, I would pay more than this company is worth. I would drive myself to bankruptcy to protect them... But you know as well as I do that they may never be found again," Lory whispered.

Ren had known but not accepted the truth. He had come to LME in hopes that the whole thing had been staged, a mere illusion, some sort of trick. With all possibility of that destroyed, he collapsed onto the floor and joined the others in crying.

One week turned to two... And weeks turned to months. Gradually months became years. On the five year anniversary of their disappearance, the actresses were legally pronounced dead. The public swarmed around the death of these once-rising stars. The once-unshakable star of Japan along with his manager both wept as they gave heartfelt eulogies that touched the hearts of millions. Their confessions of love shook the public and gave the media something somewhat happy to write about in this time of tragedy. The empty graves of the two lost stars became a reminder of the terror, regret, and pain that Ren and Yashiro endured every day since they had last seen Kyoko and Kanae. Their light had vanished, and those left behind were forced to carry on alone.

Elsewhere in the world, a woman in her mid-twenties with long dark auburn hair picked up a newspaper with the headline: "The Celebrity Couples That Never Were." She began reading it and felt a pang of guilt gnawing at her insides.

"Yoko! -we have to finish the shopping before it gets too late," another woman in her mid-twenties scolded. She wore sunglasses and had pale brown hair. She noticed tears running down Yoko's face. "What's wrong?"

"Read this, Née-san," she urged her "older sister."

"What did I tell you about calling me that?!" she yelled at the younger girl.

"Sorry, Aine-chan," she corrected herself. She handed her the paper and watched as tears pooled in the older girl's eyes. The slightly older woman, however, retracted them as if they had never been there. She turned away from the other girl and began walking towards the exit. "Let's go, Yoko."

"But... Née-san...," she pleaded. The other of the two glared at her younger "sister." "Don't you think we could go back? We just have to see them again... In person. Just once... Please?"

Aine pondered this for a moment. "Every day I wish I could go back to those days. But the past is gone. We can't go back to our old lives. Or have you forgotten the reasons we came here?" Yoko looked horrified for a moment then regained her composure.

"O-of course not... How could I... It's just... Maybe it's time to tell them the truth..."

"Baka! If we did that, then all these years would be for nothing! Well... Maybe not..." she looked at Yoko, who had begun crying. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you remember..." She wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl, trying to coax her back into the present. "Shhhh... I'm sorry," she cooed as a mother would to her child. "Everything's okay... I'm here for you..." Yoko sniffled and wiped her eyes.

"I-I'm not the o-only one who suffered. You need to cry sometimes too M-"

"Shhhhhhh!" the older girl shushed her promptly and looked around. "Do you want someone to hear you? Why did you pick now to fail at acting?!"

"No one knows that name anyway... I'm sorry, Aine-chan... It's just... The newspaper...," she barely managed to say.

"Would they still love us if they knew the truth?" Aine wondered.

Both girls shuddered in remembrance and fought back the tears. Everything had happened so long ago, but it still seemed like yesterday. They put back the newspaper and left the store, water still faintly present in the corner of their eyes.

See? Not entirely similar... Just ignore the similarities, please... I swear they were unintentional.

Thanks for reading! I hope that you all come back for the next chapter.